Just another Padded Monday

I don’t have I-net at my home (probably the only thing I don’t have, being that I just snagged a spanking sassy velour ottoman off the curb last evening) so posting has been meek. This perturbed me for a little while, until I bought a few sketchbooks and made daily use of my reporter Moleskine. Now I almost prefer the old-fashioned way over this technology junk.

The crazy thing is, I haven’t used my computer for more than iTunes since I arrived a few weeks ago. It’s too slow for the big jobs, so instead has become a glorified titanium paperweight of sorts. Jealous? I would be, too, if you had a two grand paperweight.

The real reason why I’m writing this evening is to document something that made me smile today. It doesn’t involve and kittens, senior citizens, or sticking my tongue under a running shower spray (the usual suspects), but rather the wardrobe of one instructor. I’m not one to toot a horn but SHOULDER PADS lady?! Really. When your shoulders are as square as Spongebob you should ask yourself a few questions: A) Am I a cartoon? 2) Have I been drinking Muscle Milk lately? and c) Is this teal number circa 1984, and how deep did I delve into my closet to find it? Okay. Just checking. Smile!

Another rant I’d like to dispense is the age cap of children in strollers. I saw a child riding in a stroller today that looked like she was six years old! I mean cheeses anyhow, I was about twelve (that’s a whole different story, and I was being pressured by my sister) but SIX?! You know what I was doing when I was six? Cooking Ramen noodles unsupervised! Watching Unsolved Mysteries! Wearing rainbow coveralls! Diving off the high dive — onto my belly! Hauling fifteen pound logs up generous-sized trees! RIDING MY BIKE!!!

Ah.

And last, I learned how to use a plethora of power tools and industrial machinery last week. LOOKOUT.