In need of some marketing help?

At Wal-Mart I walked past a rack (haha – you'll see later...) of training bras. One of the available brands was "Sweet Nothings." Seriously? As if girls who wear training bras aren't already self-conscious enough about their cup size?

62626

Sorry, just had to commemorate the turning of 26 on 626. Someone told me today that this is considered a Golden Birthday. I always thought that referred to turning 50. Which I did not. Well, Wikipedia supports this Golden Birthday idea – when your age corresponds with the day of the month – and says an alternate name is Champagne Birthday. I like that better. Too bad I didn't know that and drink some champagne. I did have boxed wine that had a little fizz to it, so maybe that's like poor man's champagne. Maybe people wanted to associate that with this phenomenon but Boxed Wine Birthday just didn't have the same ring.

Hmph.

Currently, the other Mennonite colleges do not have me as their biggest fan. (Not that they ever do, but even less so now.)

Throw another...pancake on the Barbie?

I use an online service to keep track of foods/calories eaten and activity/calories burned. It has a database of foods, so even if I don't know nutritional information for everything, I can get a pretty good estimate. I enter search terms and it finds any foods that include those terms. This morning I searched for "Breakfast Bar." The most surprising result was "Breakfast with Barbie." Now, what the heck is that? I googled it and didn't come up with much except for a toy that was a joint venture between a milk processor board and Mattel that features Barbie at a kitchen table with milk, Honey Nut Cheerios, and a newspaper. Back to the online service I use, I clicked on this food known as Breakfast with Barbie to see what the ingredients are. None were listed. But one serving of Breakfast with Barbie is worth 124 calories. Which just serves to further the argument that Barbie is damaging to people's self images. I mean, heck, apparently just being in the presence of Barbie causes you to get fatter! :)

It's true

The Salt-N-Pepa station on Pandora plays the best selection of songs.

WOOF!! WOOF!! WOOF!! WOOF!!

I just spent my afternoon listening to a motivational speaker. WOW.

Know what's gross?

Gross was the other day when I was working out and got to the ab curl station. I used the machine right after a guy I was already annoyed with – annoyed because he kept jumping around from station to station not following a pattern, which more than once caused me to have to not follow a pattern. And I like following patterns. So anyway, I get to the ab curl machine. The guy before me did the regular front curl and then also curls turned 90 degrees in either direction (so his armpit was right on the curl bar thing...I know lots about the actual names of the things I'm trying to talk about here). That in itself didn't annoy me; I do the same thing. But this guy had some super bad B.O.! I got to the ab curl and got the bar adjusted to the height I wanted it to. Being a female, I find it more comfortable to have the bar a bit higher than others might, so the bar was very close to my nose, and all I could smell for the duration of my curls was nasty, nasty B.O. Sickenating! [photo illustration below; too bad you can't really see the expression on my "expertly" inserted face]

Where have I been?

Check out the first headline under "Top Stories."












I saw this yesterday on cnn.com and was all, "Whoa! What?! The Cold War is over?!?! Where have I been?!" Not really, of course. My reaction was more like, "Way to state the obvious..." Upon reading the story, the headline made sense, but it sure was funny out of context.

I'm a walking disaster

I just attempted to put a lid back on a pen (by holding the pen cap still and sliding the pen into it). I missed the lid and got my finger instead. I must have been very serious about putting this pen away because [*slightly graphic detail to follow] when I looked at the pen tip, there was a piece of skin hanging off of it. Gross.

P.S. I have also shut half of my fingers (not all on one hand) in a door or drawer today. Hard.

Dumb.

Yesterday I fell off my bike.