Ejercicios para personas mayores

so good

in other news, i never did get that prize that was promised to me. "by the end of the week." as in, last week. so fucking typical. feeling humiliated by my hopes and dreams.

i can't believe this is really happening to me!

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From: Amy Williams
Sent: Tuesday, January 23, 2007 4:39 PM
To: Get It; Aerry Rasmussen; Linda Crecraft; Poppy Preston; Megan Harrington
Subject: baby prize!

Hi Everyone,

I just wanted to let you know that Megan Harrington was the winner of the “guess the baby’s weight” game that we participated in at Aerry’s baby shower. As you have probably heard, Sienna weighed in at 7 pounds, 11 ounces. Megan guessed 7 lbs, 14 oz. Peter came in at a close second place with 7 lbs, 7 oz. Michael tried to cheat by altering the entries but fortunately confessed to his crime! Megan will receive a prize at the end of the week!

Thank you all for participating!

Amy Williams

oh my god! this is so exciting!!

my view and the weather depress me

and here is my view today

you can probably expect some kind of time lapse photography over the next... like... period in which i still find this interesting.

pictures

this is what it looks like outside my office window








and this is what cute animals look like

bulletin from poppy

GO GET YOUR MAMMIES GRAMMED

This is hysterical! Make sure you read the whole thing. There is a serious message at the end, but you get to laugh on the way there.

For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don't ever squeeze or bruise them.
And give them monthly tests.
So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.
After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr Pruitt,
Said I should get a Mammogram
"OK," I said, "let's do it."
"Stand up here real close" she said,
(She got my boob in line),
"And tell me when it hurts," she said,
"Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."
She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooters in a vise!
My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.
Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it's viselike grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless tit!
"Take a deep breath," she said to me,
Who does she think she's kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine,
And woozy I am getting.
"There, that's good," I heard her say,
(The room was slowly swaying.)
"Now, let's have a go at the other one."
Have mercy, I was praying.
It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I'll bet SHE'S never had this done,
To HER tender little hide.
Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold.
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steam rolled.
If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone "ker-pow!"
This machine was created by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt.
I'd like to stick his balls in there,
And, see how THEY come out!

Mail this to 13 other females. Now, don't break the chain! One female broke the chain, her plumbing became so bad, she now has an outhouse! OK gals, now that you have had your laugh, remember...Breast Cancer Awareness... Go have those boobs checked out and stay healthy! Pass the message on to your mothers, sisters, daughters, aunts, cousins, friends, --- and even your enemies. Because the WORST enemy is Breast Cancer

much better

today so far more or less blows

i have a flat tire! and i had two last week! so this seems bad, and possibly ominous. and they are each new punctures, and the tire and rim were checked METICULOUSLY for wayward glass shards before the tube was carefully reinserted....
i got today's flat tire on the 205 bike path, and then i jogged along with my bike about 1/2 or 3/4 of a mile to the clackamas town center... where i MIRACULOUSLY caught the 79 bus, which only comes once in a thousand years, and was only 8 minutes late to work.
but THEN...
i reached into my bag to find my nice office sweater and clean, unsweaty bra and...
THEY WEREN'T THERE! BECAUSE I LEFT THEM AT HOME!
so. i am in a (sweaty) sports bra, biking shorts, slacks, and a black tank top. which, as you know, frankly will not fly.


but there was no time to lose! disasters were afoot. first of all, today is the deadline for airfare deposits from students. one student (who is totally essential due to his construction experience) is pulling out from the program. other students have not contacted us and are nowhere to be found. i will surely be driving the company car every which way after 5pm retrieving checks which will then need to be overnight mailed to sustainable travel. which forced me to cancel my 5:30 appointment to meet with a woman from Portland Impact so that i can be a friendly visitor to oldies in their homesies.
then! i forgot that we'd changed a conference call from 10 to 9:30. so in a panic, i called everyone late! and couldn't get through at all to the nicaraguan architect! so we had the call without him! but he was the whole point of the call!
then i started to feel cold inside my sweaty sports bra.
my plans for the day include:

• using my lunch break to buy an officey sweater and a stick of deodorant from fred meyer. also probably a comb and a hair dryer.
• avoiding my boss whenever possible
• not eating my lunch yet
• kicking and spitting on my "bicycle"

aerry sent to the whole office the following :

blivionmovie!

or go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLHBnt2MepE for possibly higher quality, faster loading?