Your thingy won't go down

This week's GBE2 word prompt is judgment. I had been working on this entry for a few days and realized that it expresses several definitions of judgment.

judgment: An assertion of something believed. (Life is better with chemistry)

I have mentioned a few times that I am back at the gym in another attempt to shed these Paxil pounds I gained back in 2008 and the Prozac belly that followed them. (Acquiring central obesity while in a mellow mood was less satisfying that being anxious and slightly overweight). Fortunately, I have not give up on addressing my PMS and SADs . Whether it is tea, exercise, sex, or a pill, I don't want to be high strung anymore.


I work-out in the recreational center at the local university. Yes, I get sweaty and winded around the beautiful people. Young men and women between 18-24, whose bodies have not acquired the stretch marks that identify the departure of the 20's or the shift of fat that takes place just before one achieves 40 years of age. I am at that age where the simple long-arm wave or high-five gives me pause.
I will wait for you to do the visual on that one. Don't judge me, I have arm fat.

judgment - the cognitive process of reaching a decision or drawing conclusions (the great bag search of 2011)

After some consideration, I realized that this new routine required a new gym bag.
I have been researching gym bags for the past two weeks.
OMG
Selecting the correct gym bag requires careful consideration. You would not believe the technology that goes into a simple gym bag.

1. Ventilated shoe pocket (Keeps dirty shoes from my wet clothes)
2. anti-microbial pocket (to keep wet clothes from becoming smelly wet clothes)
3. Water bottle holder (There's nothing worse that making that 200 yard walk from the car to the gym floor only to realize that I forgot my water bottle)
4. Pocket for mp3 player and wallet (The extra pocket for the items which individually cost more than the bag)
5. U shaped opening (Hot dog! Opens up like a suitcase)
6. Durable self repairing zipper (Self-repairing means that if the zipper spreads open below the slider, you can simply pull the zipper back down to reseal the teeth.; I had to research that one)
   
7. Padded shoulder strap (The bag be heavy, yo)
8. Large enough to hold a towel, makeup bag and shower kit (I can work-out longer if I head straight to work)
9. Lots of handles (Makes it easier to pull out of the locker)

Some People Stop Trying

I finally pulled into my garage around 7:30 pm after a long day of work. I see the cable company's truck in front of my neighbor's house.
A few hours later, I head to the garden for fresh vegetables for my ratatouille. This is what I find in my driveway.

I was like "WTF?" Do you see how the cable is just lying in front of my garage? The cables were cut up and spliced in half. Completely unusable.
Isn't that insane. I don't have cable. I subscribe to satellite dish.
Was it a warning?
Has the recession hit us that hard?????
I called the cable company and refused to provide any personal information. Just my address and a demand that someone pick up that cable mess before I head to the gym at 6:30 am.
I just knew if I gave my name and number, someone telemarketer would add me to their "Give cable a try" campaign.

It was gone.

The cable installer must have been a lazy bugger. I know that 7:30 appointments are probably the last of the day but that was no reason for leaving his mess in my backyard the night before trash pick-up.
There was no way that I was doing his/her job and taking it out to the curb for trash pick-up.

Some people just stop trying to do it right.

I don't want to get ahead of the story.
At the gym, I had scratched myself while on the stretching mat. There was blood. Of course, I stopped stretching on the mat. Do you have any idea of how disgusting people are after they work out? And they use the stretch area but NEVER clean the (still) wet spot with the disinfectant...... The same people are picky about wiping machines but never the stretching area mat.

YUCK

I hobble over to the attendant and ask for an alcohol wipe. Yes, I felt that hobbling was very appropriate.
She tells me that she is required to complete an incident report.
I know, right?
While waiting for her to find the forms. I realized that I am still bleeding.
I request a bandage.
This is what she gives to me.


I want you to look very carefully at the bandage.

Because of the budget cuts, the powers that be stopped purchasing bandages in multiple sizes. Opting instead to just buy the large bandages and cut them to different sizes.

People have stopped trying to do it right.

Later that day, I headed to the gas station. When I pump gas while wearing a skirt (see above picture) I tend to flirt with men. I don't know why. Maybe secretly I want full-serve...........

I spoke to the nice older gentleman at pump 3. I turned around to continue pumping on 2. I walk around to put the pump away and a woman says "hi" to me. It was weird. The two were at the same car. I wondered if he pumped while she paid .....
Then she hands to me a MaryKay business card attached to a magnet.
I was thinking.... For real?
Really?
Is a MaryKay representative trying to pimp me up at the gas station?
And a magnet too. What am I going to do with a magnet in my car? Stick it to my car????

All of that in one day.
Must be the sign of the times when people just stop trying........


This is my latest knitting project
I am finally using up the last of my eyelash yarn from 2004 :)