A Smorgasbord of Incidents
I miss being a woman of leisure...
During my convalescence (I still love that word) I got hooked on ER. Again. I haven't watched it in years (I love the original cast and Kellie Martin and Goran Visnjic) but there's something about those old episode reruns. I'm so pathetic, I taped a few of those episodes this week on my DVR. I'm watching one right now.
Work has been exhausting, along with cardiac rehab. But it's good to see everyone again, and to get back into normal life. Whatever that is.
Cardiac rehab is going well. I'm "just one of the guys" now. Cezar's last day was Wednesday. And after I said good-bye to him as I left, Randy called out, "Bye Julia!" Yeah, I'm in. These guys even give me a hard time now. I give as well as I take.
So they've been increasing my exercise at cardiac rehab. Today they had me on the treadmill at 1.5 grade (the grade makes it steeper, like a hill), and 3.3 MPH. Let me just say that I'm short. I'm 5' 4". All jeans and pants that are regular and not short or petite are too long for me. And this speed wasn't difficult in the exercise level. It was difficult in that I was practically running a marathon while "walking" the treadmill. I looked like Shaggy or Scooby-Doo running in place with their legs going 150 MPH until they take off. Yep. That was me today. Being short sucks sometimes.
And then I move to the stationary bike. I love the bike. I envision myself as one of those cool kids cruising around the neighborhood on their curved-handlebarred Schwinn 10-speeds, their hands behind their backs because they're too cool to hold onto the handlebars, leaning into the turns, hair flowing wildly.
But I was never cool like that. The coolest I could get was riding one-handed because I was too chicken to ride with no hands. And I would have looked ridiculous riding with no hands on the the hand-me-down "Star Spangler" (my older sister, Lynn, always got the new things), painted red, white, and blue, complete with banana seat, front basket, and streamers flowing from the handlebars.
Yeah. I was cool. Right.
Wanna know something scary? I am now the mother of an 11 year-old. Will turned 11 yesterday. We made pizza, he opened his bongos and his new DVDs, and we went out to Dairy Queen for a treat. We had a great time.
I'm a bad mom because I got him 2 rated-R movies: Alien and Aliens. He's wanted to see them for years, and I have kept saying no. But after allowing him to watch Gladiator and the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, I figure he can handle it. And he loved both.
So I didn't get a chance to bug any American Idol hopefuls. I was too busy at work. I thought about writing up a fake interview, but decided that I'm not about that. I can't fabricate an interview or story just for a good blog and more readers. I'm not the National Enquirer. I did see a girl with a wristband yesterday. I was tempted to ask her how registering went. But she was taking pictures of the downtown buildings, and I decided not to break her concentration. I guess we'll all see the auditions when American Idol premieres.
OH - gotta go. Carter and Lucy just got stabbed...
During my convalescence (I still love that word) I got hooked on ER. Again. I haven't watched it in years (I love the original cast and Kellie Martin and Goran Visnjic) but there's something about those old episode reruns. I'm so pathetic, I taped a few of those episodes this week on my DVR. I'm watching one right now.
Work has been exhausting, along with cardiac rehab. But it's good to see everyone again, and to get back into normal life. Whatever that is.
Cardiac rehab is going well. I'm "just one of the guys" now. Cezar's last day was Wednesday. And after I said good-bye to him as I left, Randy called out, "Bye Julia!" Yeah, I'm in. These guys even give me a hard time now. I give as well as I take.
So they've been increasing my exercise at cardiac rehab. Today they had me on the treadmill at 1.5 grade (the grade makes it steeper, like a hill), and 3.3 MPH. Let me just say that I'm short. I'm 5' 4". All jeans and pants that are regular and not short or petite are too long for me. And this speed wasn't difficult in the exercise level. It was difficult in that I was practically running a marathon while "walking" the treadmill. I looked like Shaggy or Scooby-Doo running in place with their legs going 150 MPH until they take off. Yep. That was me today. Being short sucks sometimes.
And then I move to the stationary bike. I love the bike. I envision myself as one of those cool kids cruising around the neighborhood on their curved-handlebarred Schwinn 10-speeds, their hands behind their backs because they're too cool to hold onto the handlebars, leaning into the turns, hair flowing wildly.
But I was never cool like that. The coolest I could get was riding one-handed because I was too chicken to ride with no hands. And I would have looked ridiculous riding with no hands on the the hand-me-down "Star Spangler" (my older sister, Lynn, always got the new things), painted red, white, and blue, complete with banana seat, front basket, and streamers flowing from the handlebars.
Yeah. I was cool. Right.
Wanna know something scary? I am now the mother of an 11 year-old. Will turned 11 yesterday. We made pizza, he opened his bongos and his new DVDs, and we went out to Dairy Queen for a treat. We had a great time.
I'm a bad mom because I got him 2 rated-R movies: Alien and Aliens. He's wanted to see them for years, and I have kept saying no. But after allowing him to watch Gladiator and the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, I figure he can handle it. And he loved both.
So I didn't get a chance to bug any American Idol hopefuls. I was too busy at work. I thought about writing up a fake interview, but decided that I'm not about that. I can't fabricate an interview or story just for a good blog and more readers. I'm not the National Enquirer. I did see a girl with a wristband yesterday. I was tempted to ask her how registering went. But she was taking pictures of the downtown buildings, and I decided not to break her concentration. I guess we'll all see the auditions when American Idol premieres.
OH - gotta go. Carter and Lucy just got stabbed...
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