Looks like I'm averaging about one post a month. I don't know what it is about this whole blog thing. but I'm starting to lose interest in posting new blogs. I think that par of i may be because I feel that someone that I don't really care to know the daily happenings of my life prolly has access and has been peering into my life all along...and I didn't even know. I guess that's the risk you run when your expose yourself to the world for all to see. Nevertheless, I'll try to post from time to time.

So...on my random rambles of recent events.

Inappropriate gym attire

Somethings simply should not be worn the the gym. I don't see how anyone can find comfort in working out with tight jeans on. Like...how can you really bend and stretch with nut hugger jeans on. I just don't get it. Oh, and what about those crock shoes. Granted, for some odd reason those shoes bother me in general (if not being worn inside of a medical setting), however, it really got under my skin when I saw this young guys wearing them in to the gym. At first I thought that he wore them in with the intent of changing them when he got into the dressing room, but nawwww...this foo came out with basketball shorts, a wife beater, and those DOGGONE crocks! WTF! Oh, and this had to take the cake. I saw a girl running on the treadmill with FLIP FLOPS on! Flip flops? fa real? Like, who does that. It's bad enough trying to run on concrete with flip flops on....like say if you're trying to catch a bus. But damn, running on the treadmill with those suckers on! I mean....that requires someone making a conscious decision to get on the machine to actually run with the most unsupportive shoes EVER!

The licence plate and car don't seem to match....but whatever

So I walk to work every morning. Well not actually walk to work, but I walk from the parking lot located 1/2 mile from my office everyday. Meaning....I at least walk a mile a day or sometimes 2. HOORAY for incorporating physical activity into my day. Anyway, so as I walk to work, I tend to notice things in my surrounding. I watch people and tend observe their behaviors and mannerisms. I watch as veterans sit out side of the V. A. hospital inhaling cigarettes (while being hooked up to a ventilator...mind you). I watch children as they hold the hand of their parent as they scurry to cross the busy street. I watch as cars go by hurriedly to reach their destination. And for some odd reason I tend to notice all the cars parked in the lots near my job. Some fancy, some...not so much. Well anyway, there's a couple of cars that tend to stand out to me. Not because there's anything particularly special about the car per se....but, something just doesn't seem right. O.K. so as some of you know...I work around medical facilities, and as such, there tends to be a lot of cars belonging to MDs. Anyways, there's this car that has a licence plate that reads "Diva Dr" "Dr. Diva" or something like that. So 1, I automatically assume that the car belongs to a blk woman. Might be wrong...but hey, that's my guess. Anyway, nothin against the licence plate. Hey do what you do. Be proud of that MD. Shyt...you earned it! BUT....something just doesn't match when the customed license plate (that's obviously written to draw ppls attention) is on that of a Toyota Corolla. Now, don't get me wrong, there's nothin wrong with a TC. Shoot...I drive a Honda Civic...so I'm the last one to be talking. BUT, if you're gonna have a licence plate as flashy as that, it would seem fitting to have a flashy car to match. Anyway, those are just my thoughts.

Speaking of cars...

Is it wrong for me to find something wrong with seeing handicapped plates on the back of sport vehicles? I mean damn! How handicapped can you be driving a car with a v-8 engine? There's this one car...candy apple red new Mustang convertible that's always parked by my job...and for some reason it just doesn't seem right to see the handicapped placard in the window. Hmmmm...