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John Currin

It’s a nice cozy Saturday afternoon but the weather is in a fickle frame of mind. One minute it’s sunny and gorgeous and the next, deep whale grey clouds roll in threatening rain. The fire is crackling and I’m gorging on Trader Joe’s peanut butter cups, sorting through today’s mail, which includes magazines with Christmas covers-a tad anxiety provoking as I still haven’t started my shopping yet.

Also, the pre-Christmas onslaught of catalogues has begun in earnest. I’m going to conduct my Leaning Tower of Commercialism, Commerce & Wasted Paper Contest again this year. Anybody else in? Just collect every catalogue you receive from now til December 25th and we’ll measure off. In this instance, size does count.

Very shortly my house will be throbbing with testosterone as my husband has ordered “The Fight” on cable tonight.  No doubt there will be lots of boisterous boysiness going on, but  I have Beef & Beer chili and also running down to pick up a deli platter for Round Two.

In the meantime, can we talk a little??

I have just a few utterly random observations, thoughts and revelations I’d like to get off my chest;

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-First confession;  I’ve been terrible about exercising lately. Ugh. I just can’t seem to get motivated. Is it the weather? Hormones? The cornstarch in the peanut butter cups?? Who knows.  All I know is it’s certainly not my fault.  (ps. put the P.B. cups in the microwave for 4 seconds-hellooo)

- This is the honest to God’s truth; I once went to a hypnotist with the hope I could be hypnotized into enjoying exercise. It didn’t work. One of the first questions the “therapist” asked me was “Do you sleep with one leg out of the covers?”  I thought WTF?? What does that have to do with not liking exercise? I knew the session was going downhill after that.

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Me, looking out for my Pilates instructor

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My pilates instructor, the infamous Kristi C.W. (long time readers will be familiar with her) has gone on to brilliant career opportunities, (more on that in another post) so I’m no longer adopting the above pose twice a week.

I am, however, looking forward to tomorrow morning’s yoga class. Hopefully it will help me to get my mojo back.

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- It seems I’ve been driving a fair amount lately and therefore listening to the radio more than usual. Is it just me, or is “Name Your Price” just about the most unfortunate name you could possibly think of for an online dating service?!  Have you heard this commercial? Is this for real?  Just wrong on so many levels.

-I listen to the 70′s-80′s station a lot.  I can’t help singing along super loud to “Urgent” by Foreigner whenever it comes on in the car, and I don’t even like it that much. I amaze myself at the awkwardness of those 3 minutes.

-Do you think there is anyone who doesn’t turn up the radio when T.Rex or Queen songs come on? My boys don’t seem to agree but I think it’s some sort of rule, right?

-Have you ever called in to a talk radio show? I’m perpetually in awe of the people who call in and disclose their most intimate health or marital problems without any apparent concern about someone recognizing their voice.  It’s a small world you know “Josephine”. Just sayin’…

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-I finished Michael Ondaatje’s “The Cat’s Table”.  I feel terrible saying this as I adored “The English Patient” but I didn’t care for it. Very disappointed as all the reviews really had me salivating for a luscious read, but it just didn’t do it for me. Am I going to literary prison now??

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- On the flip side, I watched “Howard’s End” again last week. It had been many years since I’d seen it and I was quite amazed at how many parts I’d forgotten. What a film. The acting, the cinematography, the dialogue, the music…it’s absolute perfection. If you’ve never seen it, or like me, haven’t watched it in years, do take an evening and treat yourself. It will tide you over until “Downton Abbey” season two begins on this side of the pond.

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-I have a pretty decent sized crush on Paul Rudd, and yes, I know he’s shorter than me.

I’m not saying I’m throwing Sawyer over for him or anything but there it is.

 Who are you loving lately?

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OK, that’s all the disclosure fit to print.

The Fight (or as I just referred to it, to much rolling of eyes; “The Game”) will be starting shortly, so I must go sharpen my pencil and get my score card ready

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I’ll leave you with something to make you smile and appreciate the real meaning of the words;

“NEVER GIVE UP”

Please click below, it’s really adorable.

Little Dog, Big Leap

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Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

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PS. THANK YOU to all the Veterans, those Serving still and your families xx

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