You, my favorite internet peeps, may have noticed that Bad Poetry Mondays have disappeared. And FS Fridays. As much as I loved them, I think I am taking a different direction over the summer. The excuses reasons? I work Mondays, we travel a lot on Fridays during the summer, and as the weather has warmed (to an oh so beautiful 55 in Minnesota) I’ve found it harder to post as often as I used to.
In other random news, I was working out a bit later than usual tonight and caught a bit of the putrid filth that is The Bachelor. I have never watched that show but have seen snippets here or there while at the gym. Tonight happened to be the finale and the first part I’ve seen of this season. Does anyone else find it repulsive to see a guy fawn over multiple women (and by fawn over I mean “make out passionately with”) up to the day before declaring his undying love for one of them? ICK ICK ICK. At any rate, of the two women I saw tonight, I thought he made the clearly better choice. For what it’s worth, which is little.
The real point of this post is this. I never watched the show “Cheers.” I know some of the people who starred on it–Danny DeVito, Rhea Perlman, Ted Danson, Kirstie Alley, etc. But I know the chorus of the theme song, and it rings very true in my heart. “Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name…and they’re always glad you came.” That place isn’t a bar for me. It’s the gym. And not everyone knows my name, but most of the staff do. And the other patrons know my face. You know how when you’ve seen someone’s face a bunch of times, even if you’ve never spoken to each other, you feel like you would help each other out? Maybe I’m alone in this, but I feel that way.
