Ohmygod what a cutie!

If you know me at all, you know I love critters. This is about the cutest little critter I've seen in awhile.

Whip it

When I drove home for lunch today, I heard Whip It by Devo on the radio. It reminded me of a nickname I earned based on that song. Here goes a pointless story that exists now on this blog for no reason other than to reminisce. (I have to admit, as I was typing that word, reminisce, I thought to myself that I've never written it before. I wondered if I was spelling it correctly. Firefox didn't underline it, so I'm guessing that I guessed correctly. Woot!)

When I was 20 years old, I got a job at Victoria's Secret so that I could have more spending money during college. Oddly, I have no idea what I really intended to spend that money on. Reality is that most of that paycheck went right back to the store I worked at. I had a thing for cotton pajamas. And lots of other stuff. Anyway, the idea of wearing black suits and standing on my feet every day wasn't so appealing, so I ended up opting for a job in the stockroom. I loved it.

My supervisor, at least at first, was a woman named Danna. She was a true Kentuckian. Take that to mean whatever you like, but beyond your preconceptions, know that she was funny, straightforward, and hardworking. At first, most of my time "in the back" was spent with Danna and LeVonya (until a year or so later when Big Al--who really wasn't big--and Boy--whose real name I can't recall for the life of me--were hired, breaking up the female stronghold). We also had a radio with--wait for it!--a single CD player. High tech. When the radio reception didn't want to come in, we resorted to CDs. One day Danna was in charge of the radio station, and Whip It came on. I immediately broke out and sang along with every lyric. Danna and LeVonya were amazed. From that day forward, I was known as Whipit. I think Danna actually wrote it as Whippet though.

It wasn't long before Danna bought a Devo CD so that we could listen, dance, and sing along to Whip It whenever we pleased, or whenever the craziness of the day forced us into taking an insanity break. (You have no idea how crazy a stockroom can get! Okay, it's not that bad, especially compared to my current situation at work, but still... I was 20. It felt crazy sometimes.)

I miss those days. I don't miss getting paid $5.50/hour, but I miss the bizarro fun we always had. Nobody has ever called me Whipit since I left that job. Alex, if you're reading this, that is *not* an invitation to call me Whipit. Same goes for everyone else, too.

That's all.

Mr. Repo Man is at the wrong house

One night a couple weeks ago, someone knocked on our door, which was a little strange. Marc answered it to find a guy with a tow truck from a repossession company asking for someone named America Lamas. He got our address from a finance company. Marc assured the guy that nobody by that name lived here, and the guy had a flashlight which we're certain he was using to check the contents of our garage, so he knew the car he was looking for wasn't here.

We thought (hoped?) that would be it.

Then one day last week, I came home for lunch and found another tow truck parked on the street and a different guy at our door. He too had our address and was looking for someone named America Lamas. I let him know that we were the only people who've ever lived at this address and showed him my ID. He said he'd let the finance company know that they had bad contact information for this person. So far, we haven't had any more encounters.

I guess this is better than having our identities stolen, but it's still quite annoying. I wonder how someone goes about picking a random address like ours for this type of fraud?

Warming the house

I've been slacker-iffic with this blog again for the past week or so. Time for another of my infamous catch-up posts:

1. Work is insanely busy.
2. The circuit board on our furnace fried a few days ago. We only had to go one night without heat before Marc located a local place with a replacement, and he fixed it himself.
3. Work is crazy busy.
   
4. Along with slacking on my blog, I've also been slacking on Jillian's workouts. I'll get back into it.
5. Work is really busy.

Hmmmm. Notice any trends there? Coincidentally, I think I set a new record for earliest bedtime not related to being sick on Thursday night when I was in bed and asleep around 8:30. I was exhausted.

Yesterday I went to Laura's baby shower, which was good fun. Then last night we went over to Andrea's and Steve's for dinner, Wii, and karaoke. Today we finally saw Gran Torino--great movie. I think it would have been even better if we hadn't had to sit in the third row. It was packed! Tonight was the perfect end of the weekend: pepperoni pizza for dinner. Yum!

Pure evil

So I had a long, tiring day at work today, and I had to stay a little late to finish some things up. When I got home, Marc and I turned right around and went to the grocery store for some dinner stuff for later this week and so I could get the stuff to make the highly addictive peanut butter fudge krispy treats for a dessert contest at work tomorrow. You may know how much I generally despise going to the store. Then we get home, get everything put away, and I start making my dessert. After asking if there was anything he could do to help and having me decline, Marc decides to play MarioKart. MarioKart! So unfair. I'm slaving away in the kitchen and he plays my favorite game of the moment that I haven't been able to play in a couple days. I guess it would have been worse if I'd been making dinner for us instead of junk for work. As a consolation, I did get to play a few rounds of MK after I was done. But still.

Workout substitute? Not so much...

When I came home from work today, instead of working out, I played MarioKart. Though it kinda got my heartrate up, I'm pretty sure that it wasn't an acceptable sustitute for a true workout.

Well, the streak had to end sometime

So much for blogging every day. Ha!

Thursday was another Wii-free day for me since we spent a couple hours after work at the food bank and I was just too tired after that to play anything.

Last night we did happy hour at Oak Hills with Greg, Kristin, and Rey, and we ran into Tommy, Lindsey, Aaron, and all their kids. Marc also ran into a couple old friends of his. Then we went to Worst Buy to pick up Mario Kart (and Greg got about 2 dozen movies) and ran into an old coworker of Marc's. It was one of those weird nights where every time we turned around, we saw someone else we knew. We came home and played Mario Kart until my thumb was sore, then we crashed early.

Jillian returned this morning after a two-day hiatus. It's amazing how the workout is so much more bearable now--just a week since I started. We'll probably move up to the Shred2 workout sometime this week.

Now that it's almost 1:00, I guess it's time to take a shower and get ready for the day.

Excitement

Our Wii and Wii Fit were supposed to arrive tomorrow. Things didn't go according to schedule though--instead Wii came early! Woot! Unfortunately, I haven't had much time to do anything with it because we worked out with Jillian when I got home from work, and then I took a shower and left to get my hair colored. Now I'm just plain exhausted, and I'm glad there's nothing new on TV tonight so I can go to bed early. I'm sure there will plenty of Wii fun in our future for this weekend though. :)

Wii is coming

Our Wii is due to arrive on Thursday. Unfortunately, Thursday is also our monthly day for volunteer work at the food bank after work, so we'll lose a couple precious hours of play time. Somehow we'll survive.

And yes, in case you're keeping track, we did Jillian's workout again today. I'm not nearly as sore now, so it wasn't nearly so bad.

Keeping it up

I really didn't want to. Really. But we did Jillian's workout again today after work. During the warm-up jumping jacks, I started wimpering and crying so much that Marc had to pause the workout so we could both finish laughing at my patheticness. (Yes, I'm making up words.) I really hope that I don't hurt as bad tomorrow as I do today.

Hey, this is my fifth day in a row that I've posted something! That's gotta be some kind of record!