Adventures in a black maple box

Life has just gotten a little more interesting...

Monday, May 28, 2007

Dress warm, it's cold inside.

It's an annual tradition. Just about this time every year I have to complain about it. So bear with me would ya? The warm weather has initiated the mass uncovering of air conditioners nationwide. Of course, it's a necessity on the days that reach in the high twenties or unbearable thirties. What I have a beef with is the temperature people set their ACs to, particularly malls, restaurants, and my work.

In the winter we set our household to 22.7 celsius (73 F). That's the room temperature I feel comfortable at...when wearing a sweater, long pants, and fuzzy socks. In the summer, we'll set our room temperature to around 24-25 celsius (76-77F) because this is the temperature I'm comfortable when wearing a tank, shorts (and the like) and bare feet. Am I the only one who finds this logical? Apparently, since I have to pretty much bring a change of clothes everywhere in the summer. With air conditioners blazing, indoor areas other than my house feel absolutely FREEZING to me and I'm stuck wearing my sweater and having my toes chilled to the bone (unfortunately I don't have much toe fat to insulate them...wait, maybe that makes me fortunate...I'm not sure yet). By the time we are done with winter, the last thing I want is to wear warm clothes, and if I have to put another sock on I'm going to self-appoint myself leader of the coalition against air conditioners. It just seems ridiculous to me that people go so crazy, setting their temps lower than what I keep my house at in the winter. Yes, granted, that first initial wall of cold you hit when you enter somewhere on a hot day gives a euphoric feeling, but every breathe I take brings me one step closer to a brain freeze.

Excuse me while I step outside to bring my toes back to flesh tone... That is all.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

IF you want his body, AND you think he's sexy, come on ladies, let him know!

So...enough time has now passed that I can calmly recall the event that took place the evening of Tuesday, May 15 2007. Dressed in our 'concert best', my mom and I headed out to dinner at Tru, a nice downtown restaurant located kitty-corner to the venue we were soon heading too. We threw all caution to the wind and dined on a feast of garlic-infested pasta and caesar salad. Admittedly, I gave a brief consideration for the poor folks that might be sitting near me, but it was like I said...brief. And it was good. Damn good.

The threat of a large thunderstorm which reared its ugly head while we ate dinner, causing the lights to briefly flicker, was not enough to keep my mom from heading outside with an umbrella to cross the road to get to the JLC. Did you fall off your chair yet? Maybe I'm not properly conveying to you what a HUGE deal that is for her. Whenever my Mom merely hears thunder she gets that Haley Joel Osment look on her face when he whispers "I see dead people" in the Sixth Sense. It was a proud moment.

Okay, so getting to the good stuff. If you don't live under a rock or if you at the very least read my blog, then you can figure out from the title that we went to see Rod Stewart. And you know what? It was a great show. The musicians who performed with him were no less than amazing and were featured with huge solos while Rod went below the stage to make one of his million outfit changes. I haven't yet decided whether he does this for visual appeal for his audience, because he's really sweaty, or if it's just the easiest excuse for him to take a know, given his age and all... I just kind of wish someone would have warned me about all of his bum-shaking tendencies. On second thought, I'm glad nobody told me because it made it that much more entertaining. Surprisingly though, the continuous hip shakes and close up of buttocks on jumbo-tron was not enough to elicit any panties onto the stage. My mom and I had bets on this (with no actual reward on the line). I thought for sure there had to be at least one set of underwear that made it on stage. But my mom had it right, no undies. And her reasoning was probably right too. Not many women in that audience wore the sexy thong-type anymore. Maybe they realized that Rod wouldn't go crazy for a heaping pile of full-size skin-toned ladies bloomers on the stage. Oh, but what a freakin' funny visual!!!! Thanks Mom!

In short, a good time was had by all. Well maybe not by the person beside me. When Steve came into the bedroom the next morning to bring me a coffee, he made it very clear that the room smelled like we had just plugged in a glade air freshener...garlic scent.

Friday, May 18, 2007

The Horribleness

Don't knock my title, because I know I speak English real good...

I'm referring to my posting frequency, but I think that's all about to change. This summer I will be a lady of leisure* for two days a week.

*Leisure= housecleaning, cooking, laundry, gardening

More on this later (with an update of some kind I'll try to throw in)...I'm at work right now, what do you expect??!