I’m waiting on the island awhile for our elderly client to leave our restricted parking garage, when one of the students rolls up. White dude, glasses, in a Toyota Tacoma crew cab. Regular kind of guy. He opens his window and he’s bumping some dance music. Wait a minute, I say to myself, this kid seems pretty straight. I thought I was the only hetero blasting the dance music (BPM, if you must know) with the windows open. It even gets to where I’ll change the station before I open my window or door for any reason. Mostly because I roll through the east side, and I don’t think most residents in that area take too kindly to dance music.
This is the only music that can keep me hype. It’s all I listen to when I’m barely fast walking and gasping for breath running. Not even the long old school mixes of Woody Wood or Dennis Blaze can keep me motivated like the dance music can. I’m so glad I’m not alone.
Today they had a lunchtime gospel concert at my job as a part of the general MLK celebration. I don’t know what it is, but when I hear that oldtime gospel music, my allergies always start acting up. (Yes, I know I’m a big wuss who will cry for any reason.) Today was no exception. It would’ve been pretty embarrassing to have the waterworks come out in front of all my co-workers, but I have a feeling that they wouldn’t have minded. And it wasn’t even like it was sad music - it was the usual uplifting stuff. I guess some would say that this shows that I don’t have enough of the Lord in my life.
Once every few months, I try to go Stubbs Gospel Brunch to try and get my “God fix”. It always feels so good, combining two of my loves: urban gospel music and stuffing food into my fat face. I suppose that I could get this feeling every weekend or whatever, but I prefer have my God-intake come in small doses.
Some people ask why I don’t go to Church and I always tell them that 12 years of private school burned me out on Mass. That’s probably not at all true - I think it has way more to do with the fact that I’m incredibly lazy.
I’m going to have to start making regular appearances at Church, though. Mary Alice insists that we baptize Marcelina soon and the only way I’ll feel good about that is if we dive headfirst into full religion mode.
Filed under: old school — miggie smalls @ 11:57 am
My brother made a comment about someone and I believe that the exact wording of the comment may have been lost over the din at whatever fine dining establishment he was at.
The misunderstood phrase that he is claimed to have used is possibly, “the bitchy one with the attitude?” I asked my brother about this and he said may have said something about her having an attitude or possibly a Debbie Downer, but at no time did the word “bitch” or any variation of the word enter the conversation. We both laughed at this story and came to the conclusion that the comment had probably mutated as it had been passed along by so many people. Like what happens when you play a game of telephone. But seriously, Scott, why did you even tell Amy? She’s a feisty one: I wouldn’t even tell her that she had a brake light out, lest I incur the wrath.
By the way, I know that I should be totally okay or probably unresponsive with Amy and Scott and these new developments, but it’s really freaking me out. I’ve known Scott since the first grade and Amy since seventh grade, I think, but I can’t figure out why it affects me so. I’m pretty sure it makes Sally feel out-of-sorts too, but I think her case is way more understandable. Scott’s her cousin and Amy is like her best friend or whatever. Maybe because I was there at Cap City the night that the magic started (that’s even feels weird to type).
I do wish them the best of luck, though. I don’t want anyone to think that I’m hating on the relationship.
As many of you know, I am somewhat poor for a person of my vast intellectual capacity. I know a lot of that has to do with the fact that I buy untold amounts of footwear and soccer apparel, but I prefer to look at those as essential needs. I have curbed those purchases lately, though.
Yesterday, I played a little bit of the street football with Mike, Pete and Kendall. Although we won, about four hours later, I started feeling immense soreness in my legs, especially in the areas around my hips. I don’t know what that’s officially called, but I know that I haven’t felt this kind of pain since I started going to the trail. The only things I can figure out is that I need to start adding drills to my routine. Maybe some more balls-out sprints and horses. You know - all the stuff that I absolutely hated in high school. I guess all those coaches really did have a valid reason for putting us through all that shite.
Tonight I start a weigh loss contest with la familia segunda, and I think that this is the one where I really take it. Of course, you can keep track with me if you want to. I promise to be a little more consistent with my workout postings, too. The diet log just doesn’t work for me at this point, though.
