Author: The Jody

I enjoy the oddball sports, I have to admit it. The first thing I did was look up when synchronized swimming happens, because there’s nothing better for greasing the comedy wheels than a good synchronized swimming final. (That’s the 22rd-26th, I think. I’ll let you know when it’s closer.

I did watch synchronized diving too. Hell, anything synchronized has to be good, right? On one of my mailing lists we were having the “where do they think up these events” conversations, and my thought is that the people at the highest levels in these areas (is there a World Diving Commission?) try to come up with another way to get more coverage at the Olympics, by having more events. More events means more people can become involved in the sport.

But as one person pointed out, did any little kid every have a pickup game of synchronized diving? No. He feels that Olympic events should only be things that little kids do for fun when left to their own devices. Basketball, soccer, swim races, running races, etc. Anything that isn’t subjective in judging. You either came in first or you didn’t. Anything that the average person could judge from their living room. Not whether or not a diver reached a full extension, or if a gymnast did enough dance in her floor routine, but which guy threw the shot put the furthest. It’s the difference between speed skating and ice dancing, you know?

I like this idea. It will never happen, but I like it.

In my on-going effort to pink-ify myself, I am sporting the latest in fashion for the pre-school set – a ponytail holder that has sparkley little flower-shaped beads flowing off it. My 4-year-old niece and I picked them out at Target last week, but I forgot to leave them at her house. So I’m wearing one today. Because I can.

So far nobody has said anything to me. I think I’m relieved.

Did you already order (or pre-order) you copy of Mary Shomon’s new book The Thyroid Diet? It comes out today!

(I saw her in June and she’s lost a lot of weight following her own diet!)

I’m giving blood tomorrow night. Mostly because the Red Cross called me personally and asked if I would donate, given my blood type and the fact that nationwide there’s a less-than 2 day supply. When something like Hurricane Charley happens, you realize how important that blood supply is. How important it is EVERY day.

So if you are a healthy adult, find your nearest donation center and sign up. If nothing else, do it for the juice and cookies! (If you live in the Leominster area, tomorrow they will be at the Elks from 1 to 7 or so.)

I’m just crossing my fingers that my iron levels are good enough for me to donate. I’ve been pretty good about taking my supplements, but you never know.

I forgot to mention yesterday that when I got home from work (late) Thursday evening, I had two surprises waiting for me.

(1) The neighbor’s cat had taken a dump on my back stairs. The stairs we use. The stairs that heretofore had been catpoop-free. I was not happy.

So I went inside the house to get the jug of bleach and discovered that (2) Junior had left one of the fridge drawers slightly open when he grabbed a juicebox that morning, meaning the door had been propped open all day. Meaning I had to basically dump everything out of the refridgerator.

I just got back from grocery shopping, spent 127.26 buying my normal stuff, plus replacing everything that was in the fridge. I didn’t want to take chances with anything that was open, and I know some people leave certain condiments out for long periods of time, but I decided it wasn’t worth it, so I was even replacing things like ketchup, the little jar of minced garlic, the packages of cheese, half and half, eggs, etc. etc. etc.

I hate when that happens.