| January 1, 2005 - Happy 2005! |
| Dear Friends, I want to wish all of you a very happy 2005. In view of the recent horrible events in Southeast Asia, I hope all of us will take the time to consider how truly fortunate we are. And I hope that January of 2006 will find all of you having had a wonderful 2005. In spite of my whining about hateful ol' work and the complexities of Swedish time prepositions, I have been very, very blessed. Now enough of the maudlin Hallmark emotionalism! Yesterday I thought to myself, "JOHNNYLEEN, your hair's starting to look like something is nesting in it. You just can't wait until 1/8 to get it cut!" So, because I had the day off, I called the salon and very loudly yelled, "Help!" And because they adore me (as anyone in his or her right mind does), I got an appointment at 3:00. So the year really started out with a nice trim look for me. On top of that, I worked out in the gym for a full hour and rode the bicycle for almost 30 minutes, burning off 200 calories. I must say that my manly he-bosom was straining against the soft cotton of my tanktop by the time I was through and my arms felt like ripe melons on the point of bursting. Now, as if I don't have enough things to busy myself with during the week, on Monday I'm taking a free yoga class to see if I want to sign up for the semester-long yoga course the local yoga center offers. Ever since I read that Madonna keeps in shape solely through yoga, I've wanted to try it. And, I must admit that after seeing all that porn on that TV station in Copenhagen this past summer, I, too, have longed to be able to clean out my ears with the big toe of my left foot while playing Chopin's Nocturne in E Flat with the toes of my right one. You see, dear Friends, since I've been lifting weights I've lost some flexibility. I used to be able to scratch my own back with relative ease, no matter what area on it was itching, but now I can't and I find myself rubbing up against objects like a big ol' bear in the woods. And I have never, never been able to touch my toes. So we'll just see how it goes. I know you're dying to know what I did for New Year's Eve. Well, I really didn't do much. After I got my hair cut, I went into the Big City to pick up a pair of contact lenses the optometrist had waiting for me. Then I went to a bar for a while and then to another bar where I ran into someone I know. He and I ate a spaghetti dinner together at a nearby restaurant and then I went home and watched "Dick Clark's Rocking New Year's Eve" sans Dick Clark. Oh, I forgot, during the summer in Europe there was a song from Romania that was hugely popular called "Dragostea Din Tei". Well, at one of the bars I was at yesterday, they played the video! I couldn't believe it! Generally in the U.S. we're very anti anything in another language. Well, dear Friends, it brought back soooooo many great memories of the summer and reminded me of how much I'm looking forward to my Scandinavian jaunt in 2005. It will be totally bootilicious. I wish I had more to report, but I really don't. December was surprisingly devoid of freaks; no one offered me a booger or shrieked at me that I was possessed by Beelzebub. And I really didn't do anything naughty like halfway stripping at Ye Olde Watering Hole. What is the world coming to? Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |