Well, am back from the gym. Did 1.?? miles (treadmill display was broken), 10 assisted chinups, 10 assisted dips, and 40 crunch-things. I’m still not very sore, which makes me think that my pain receptors are dying. On the way home I picked up Mom’s present. Can’t say what it is — I think she reads this.
I kicked butt on my bridal guide. I’m extremely proud of it.
The Taste of Home section was killed for online, so my schedule opened up. AND, I was on a customer service call with our site host this morning and missed the 10am conference call. Lunch was Saladworks. Dinner is still unknown.
By the way, I have to see The Hours, Gangs of New York, and The Pianist before the Oscars. I always try to see all the flicks nominated for Best Picture. Makes me feel elitist, I suppose. I was planning on seeing The Hours anyway. Gangs should be OK, but the Pianist looks SOOO depressing. I hate depressing movies. Plus, and this is a BIG one, director Roman Polanski was convicted of drugging and raping a 13 year old girl 25 yrs ago. He FLED the US so as not to go to jail. Unreal. Nah. I’m going to pass on the Pianist.