Friday Fluff
I have a new obsession. Last weekend, I stumbled across a marathon of "The Next Food Network Star", and I am totally hooked (I'm not all the way caught up, by the way-- so if you're a fan, don't spoil the ending for me!). I have 3 or 4 more episodes waiting for me in my DVR, and I'm anxious to get to them.
I think I like this show for the same reason that I read the circular ads in the paper for supermarkets where I don't even shop: food porn. There are no calories in just looking, right?_________________________________________________________________________________________
Spending every morning this week at the YMCA pool for Brady's swim lessons is bringing back all kinds of memories of the time I spent as a swim teacher at a YMCA in my hometown. For example-- did I ever tell you about the time I hit my boss in the head with a racket?
The pool supervisor when I worked at the Y in high school was a real piece of work. We'll call him Ed (not his real name). You know the type-- an overgrown frat boy who was always thisclose to getting sued for sexual harassment and wanted so badly to be best friends with everyone, which of course didn't make him anyone's favorite person.
Anyway, one night I was on the closing shift at the pool along with Ed and one of the other lifeguards who I was dating at the time. He and Ed were friends (probably should have been my first clue, right?), and they decided that we should wait until the building was all locked up and sneak onto the racquetball courts to play. I decided to go along with it, and even gave them fair warning that I am horrible at racquetball.
We had been playing for all of about 5 minutes when Ed decided to dive after a ball that I was swinging at. My racket caught him across the forehead, and I literally flattened him. As he lay there flat on his back, the purple bump above his eye had already started to grow.
For about a week, whenever anyone asked him what happened to his head, he said "Lauren attacked me with a racket". I was totally a local hero.
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Here's your daily dose of adorableness:
When Paul pulled into the garage after meeting me for dinner last night, the 3-year-old who lives next door was standing behind the car before Paul could even get out.
"What is Brady doing? Can he please play?" (It's our first official, "Can Brady come out and play?"!!)
Paul told him he was sorry, but that Brady had to take a bath and get to bed.
He says little Eli went running back across the lawn to his house, screaming "MOM! BRADY HAS TO TAKE A BATH!!"
Couldn't you just puke from cuteness?_______________________________________________________________________________________
There is a giant bag of fresh caramel popcorn about 3 feet from my desk right now. I have already had several handfulls. This is bad news.
As far as I'm concerned, caramel popcorn (it has to be really, really fresh) is one of the world's great inventions.
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Alright... I'm off to have another handful of popcorn. Sigh.
Have a great weekend, everyone!
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