Project Runway

There was most definitely some sort of love affair between Rami and Chris these past two weeks. Those 2 remind me of some childhood TV favorites. Do you see the resemblance?

Big final episode is next week! I think I'm rooting for Rami. We only got a brief viewing of all 3 collections, but I do think Rami's was very intriguing.

Jellyfish Story

OK, I'm not a fan of fowards. However, this one came to me and 1) I need material for my blog and 2) I have been stung by a number of jelly fish. Once I dove off a rock...did a stroke under water...and my whole face and shoulders went through a number of tentacles whose jellyfish owners were floating on the surface. It felt like I was swimming through a spiderweb and I totally knew what hit me but there was nothing I could do about it at that point. Here is a much worse story:

"Hi Sue, Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've beenfeeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all.

Before I can tell you what happened to me, I firstmust bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea and I peform underwater repairs on off-shore drilling rigs. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wet suit.

This time of year the water is quite cold. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out ofthe sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose.

Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is to take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi.

Everything was going well until all of a sudden, mybutt started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my butt started to burn.

I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony, I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't st ick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate.When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt.

I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, a long with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically.

Needless to say I aborted the dive.I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the s urface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut.

So, the next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt. Now repeat after me, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job."

And, whenever you're having a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?"

Good one huh?

The Truth

The truth is that there is no picnic on a beach. It is so cold I feel like I just walked out of a fridge, people are karate-chopping penguins, and cars are covered in snow. That is the sad sad truth. I like the picnic idea better :)

Working Hard, or Hardly Working?

So just incase this isn't obvious, this is a picture of me, as an M&M.

I have arrived to the beach via hot air balloon to have a picnic with Mr. Sea Turtle who graciously invited me. A toy robot has come un-expectantly via limousine and red carpet. A peaceful gorilla looks on from a tree.

Riddle Me This...

How is it 70 degrees and Sunny on Tuesday, and then 30 degrees, cloudy with flurry specs on Wednesday? I'm not saying it's snowing today (or that it will snow) but I definitely saw tiny flurry dots when I was out for lunch just now...and I was definitely hot in shorts and a t-shirt less than 24 hours ago.

Oh Atlanta...we love you for your little surprises and spontaneity.

What the heck has Ree been up to?

I know, I don't post this as much as I should, sorry. Here is a recap of life lately.

Last weekend. Erg Sprints. The sprints went awesome. 474 seats were raced in a 7 hour time window. Cassi, Beth, Craig, Mark, Marc, Suzanna, Jenny and Bart...you are all my favorite people right now. Thanks for making the event so great. Thanks for understanding and adding to my strict organizational skills. Thanks for going to Clarmont lounge with me even though I was smelling bad (I can't believe we actually went there, but it is an Atlanta landmark, and now we can say that we have been there and never go back).

This weekend. Folks are in town for Steven's wedding so it will be catch up with all the A-Town '02-'04 rowing crew...and probably lots of wedding work myself.

Weekend after that. Canada!! So hopefully I'll post more after weekends to fill you in on life.

Shout Out

OK, I need to give a shout out to the Hallows for having the cutest kid ever. I'm talking about the "Ana Adventure"...the link to the left. I just checked and found some post Christmas pictures that are a delight!

You know, some Jersey Girls turn out pretty good. I know one that isn't all that bad. She does smell bad though...

Rowing Bike

If you don't go backwards, it could be fun!

Rowing Bikes

I especially like the rowing car