ammogirl

Okay, you guys asked so…my One Unusual Talent: (which is the certainly not THAT unusual, there has to be somebody out there that can do this) touching my elbows behind my back:

So it’s not a very good example, because I had to use an intricate tripod/makeshift stand featuring my Twinings English Breakfast Tea box and an upside down mug AND engage the camera timer which went off like 2 milliseconds too early.  But you get the idea now, right?  So, try it: I am positive somebody else will be able do it too.  By the way, aren’t those great comfies I’m sporting?  You can tell by the baggy stretched out-ed-ness of the ass that they are my favorite.  Comfort AND cutie cuteness - ahhh, Victoria’s Secret comfies, I heart you.

Anyway, so I went to another softball game today.  The weather was nice when I set out towards the field, in my capris and my ammogirl jersey and the cutest shoes in the entire world, my new strappy, little espradrilles, but about 10 minutes in, the wind started blowing in these clouds out of NOWHERE.  I mean it was a little overcast, but there were no rain clouds in site, and then BLAM!  Attack of the nimbostratus! I knew the rain was inevitable, and wanted to immediately leave, but no!  I am hardcore fan!  I support my teams, through thick and thin! Through bad weather and good!  Through wins and losses! (Anddd….that’s a fortunate thing, since, uhhmmm…go Niners!  This is gonna be the year!) So I gathered all my dedicated fan-ness around me and did not leave until the very end.  And let me remind you that I was wearing exactly the worst shoes ever (strappy little ROPE espradrilles) to be standing in the mud, while it is raining.  By the time I got home I was totally drenched.  It was a fun way to spend the afternoon, really. 

So, I realized something today, about me and talking.  Wait, I realized TWO things today, the second of which I want to point out before I get to the first thing - today I sent my fellow co-worker and co-eater of chow hall cuisine Matt an email that said "it is raining.  do you still want to go to the chow hall?  Or should we wait until later and play it by ear?"  And then I read what I had written and discovered it made absolutely no sense whatsoever to me.  So THEN I wrote, "What does play it by ear mean anyway?  Is that a saying?  Am I losing my mind?" And yes, I know it has to do with playing music (or..something) but WHY is it used when planning things that are completely unmusical?  It makes no sense!  It doesn’t even sound right!

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Anyway.  I guess you can say I am a little bewildered by that phrase, is all.  Now, on to the FIRST thing: I LIKE TO TALK.  The minute I met up with Matt to go to the chow hall, I started talking and DID.NOT.STOP until one hour later when I was three quarters through a story that was so rambling and pointless even I had lost track.  That was when I stopped and said to Matt (and this is the actual realizing part) "Man, I guess on workdays I get all my talking out of the way, because I haven’t really talked to anyone today, until now!" and Matt said "Yeah, and I’m just sitting here going ahhhhhhh!" which he said while plugging his ears and grimacing in pain.  So, I guess I must have a certain subconcious quota of words I must release onto whoever will listen each day, and it seems that even if I only have a limited amount of time, I will do what I can to get those words out.  Even if it means just spouting off random babble that makes ABSOLUTELY no sense.  It’s…well, it’s sort of like today’s post!  Rambling babble!

What else can I talk about!  My poor sister in law Christy who is now like 17 thousand days overdue?  I keep thinking to myself, aaaanyyy minute now that phone will ring!  Surely now!  Now! She’s having it right now, I know it!  But, sadly - no.  Maybe if every single person who reads this sends a little telepathic pitocin her way it will work.  Anyway, I hope she has it soon, because seriously, there is a point in your pregnancy when you are just like, GOD get this thing the HELL OUT OF ME.  And while Christy is wayyyy more good natured than I am and never complains, EVER, I’m sure even she is pretty much over it. 

…okay, I’m done.  I mean, I’m NOT, I could go on for days, but then you would look at my little tagline up at the top of the page and say, "For crap’s SAKE Treena, PROBABLY?" so I will just…go now.

CIAO!!