Sitcoms

I have never watched an episode of Two and a Half Men. However, I heard the theme song to the show a few weeks ago for the first time, and just thought it was great.

For several Saturdays in a row, I've stayed up 'til 11:35 (which is past my bedtime, kiddies), when the show comes on, only to be cheated out the full song with the shortened version. Last night, Lauren said "Why don't you just google it?". I did, and came up with the coolest site, sitcoms online. It has theme songs to just about every sitcom you can think of. The site even has my theme song. Those of you not too knowledgeable about 70's sitcoms might not know what I mean by my theme song; here's a hint....

Marketing, math classes, and the cold

So my Marketing class started yesterday. I think any class to follow Dr. Pantos' Capital Markets class would be somewhat of a let down. While I'm sure marketing is a fascinating field, I get the feeling it's not going to be a class I look forward to going to every week. The class is huge (46 students), I feel like I'm taking a class at De Anza, or something. I don't remember the last time I was in a class that had so many students in it.

Unrelated, I observed an instructor teach the other day, and he mentioned something I hadn't thought about in a LONG time. He was talking about taking upper level and graduate level math classes, and the way the grading worked. He mentioned to his class that getting a 47% was an A. I remember those days....the days when the thought of getting anything higher than a 60% was just that, a thought.

So I have a cold. I'm such a baby about these things. I never get sick, so when I do, I sit around feeling sorry for myself. The thing is, when I'm sick, most people don't even know I'm sick. I'm one of these people who insist on showing the world that I'm perfectly fine, then I come home....

I don't really know what else to say. It's felt like a dull week, even though it has been pretty busy. But it's been busy with things that would probably bore most of you in blog land, so I'll spare you any details.

Jogging again (sort of)

On September 21, I played in a great soccer game. I scored twice, and our team won 5 - 1. During the game my back was hurting, so I put on some Icy Hot at half time, and figured it would be a minor thing. For the next several days, I could barely stand or walk, and I haven't played soccer since. It turns out I have a problem with my hip muscles, and the strain they are put under as I run.

In the past 4 weeks, I've gone to Physical Therapy, and have felt better, but I've been told that I could not run, and (or course) not play soccer. I've been on an elliptical for the past couple of weeks, to get exercise.

At PT yesterday, I asked Neeraj, my PT, when I could start jogging. He suggested I use a treadmill (which I don't really like), and run while squatting a little, and tensing up my abs. This is soooooo hard to do. I did it today for about 17 minutes, and I spent so much time concentrating on squatting and the abs thing that I didn't know if I got that great of a cardio workout. It was also very hard on my body. My quads are still sore, and my back is not as good as it was before I ran, so I may be headed back to the elliptical.

I just wish I could play soccer again...

Bed hog

I was going to go to bed last night, when I saw this...


This scene is not uncommon, and usually he gets out of the way once I start to get into bed. Last night, that didn't happen, all he did was roll over, even after I had pulled the covers up...


That's Geordi for you; he basically runs things around the apartment.

The crappy blogger

So I'm watching Death Proof right now. Quite the gory movie.

I can't say it's great. It has that Quentin Tarantino look and feel to it (and, of course, puts himself in the movie - he's such a bad actor).

I've been poor at blogging over the past couple of weeks. The thing is, I've had a lot of small things to say, but nothing that I felt was worth blogging about. So....I caved in and joined twitter.

Geordi's going nuts

So Geordi likes peanut shells.

Last week I bought a huge bag of dried peanuts (in shells) from Milk Pail (the best market in the area) for cheap. I boiled some of them to get some tasty boiled peanuts. Anyhow, Geordi seems to be obsessed with them. I woke up this morning to find a boiled peanut in our bathroom. I was not completely awake, and thought he had thrown up on the bath mat again. I was glad it was a peanut and not throw up. We've had to shoo him off the counter where the peanuts are several times this evening. The thing is, he seems to like to lick on the shell, but doesn't really eat any of it. Weird.

I went to Physical Therapy today. The PT believes I have weak hip/pelvis muscles, which is what causes my back problems. I've been given exercises to do, and I'm going to see him twice a week for a few weeks.