Archive for August, 2006

08.23.06

This’ll humble you.

Posted in Better Me, Tee Hee at 1:05 pm by Adriene

So, one night last week, Jeff and I went to the YMCA near our house to work out. Jeff usually runs the track, but I usually hop on an elliptical or a treadmill and go to town.

Well, I’m running on the treadmill, and going at a pretty good clip (for me). I’m not really paying attention to what’s going on at any of the machines around me (I was watching one of the TV’s), but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone get on the treadmill next to me and start running.

Y’all, she TOOK OFF. I’m talking like twice my speed. I didn’t want to stare, so I figured that since my time was almost up on the treadmill and she had just started, I would sneak a look at her speed as I stepped off of mine. So, my time runs out, and I gingerly step off of the machine, walk over to the stand where they keep the disinfectant spray you’re supposed to use on the equipment after you’re done, and grab a couple of paper towels to help me clean the machine off.

As I walked back to the treadmill I had been on, I started to take a glance at the speed she was running at. But I didn’t make it that far, because what else I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.

Y’all, she was PREGNANT. Not, like barely pregnant. I’m talking “I’m going to have this baby RIGHT NOW” pregnant.

Nothing like having a woman who’s eight months pregnant outrun you to help give a little shot to the ol’ self-esteem.

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08.22.06

Aw, man.

Posted in My Immaculate Taste in Music at 12:12 pm by Adriene

Well, I guess one of the concerts I was looking forward to this fall will have to wait. Jeff and I were planning on seeing Keane at the Tabernacle in September, but that show’s been postponed due to the fact that Tom has entered rehab. :sigh: It’s always a little disappointing when you read stuff like that, especially when it involves a member one of your favorite bands. Oh, well, I guess. I’m glad he’s getting help. Here’s hoping they don’t postpone the show too long (and that they don’t schedule it during a Tech home football game, or else I’ll be going by myself).

And, I’ve got a couple of other shows to look forward to (including Mute Math at the Roxy!! Woohoo!), so it’s not like I’ll be sitting at home with nothing to do.

So, get better, Tom. Hope to see you guys soon!

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08.21.06

I cannot forget where it is that I come from.

Posted in General at 12:30 pm by Adriene

I was just perusing some of Jeff’s photos from his Flickr site, and found some that he took last Christmas when we were in Savannah. Seriously, I often forget how beautiful the town I grew up in is:

Doors to the Lutheran Church of the Ascension:

Trinity United Methodist Church, the oldest Methodist congregation (and also where Jeff and I were married):

Spanish Moss (I love how all the trees down there look like this):

Factor’s Walk:

The spires of the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist:

Sometimes I get homesick when I see pictures like this - but I know it’s only three hours away and I can visit whenever I want.

Now, I’ve just got to get Jeff to take some pictures of the rivers and the marshes around there, and I’ll be set.

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08.18.06

Diva.

Posted in Ponderings at 9:34 am by Adriene

(I just noticed I end all of my post titles with a period. Odd. :lol:)

Most of you who know me also know that I HATE people who drive and talk on their cell phones at the same time. HATE HATE HATE. I try my darnedest not to do it - if my phone rings while I’m driving, I’ll usually not answer it, then call the person back when I get to a stop light or something. I know I don’t pay attention to whatever else I’m doing when I have a phone to my ear, so operating a piece of heavy machinery while talking on the phone is NOT a good idea.

Which brings me to this morning. I was driving to work as usual, and in a pretty good mood, being as how this is Friday. I was about a mile or so away from work, and suddenly I’m cut off by a woman who appears to be my age or a little younger driving a black BMW SUV. Now, that, in and of itself, is not surprising. I live in Atlanta after all. Neither was I shocked to discover that she was yakking on a cell phone as she cut me off.

Then I noticed her license plate. It was a vanity plate, of course. Consisted of one word: D1VA.

Yep, girlfriend fancies herself as a diva. I admit, I snorted when I saw that.

Here’s my question, though. When did that become something admirable to be, or something that you bragged about? Divas, in general, are spoiled, demanding, pushy, arrogant, and rude, just to name a few of their characteristics. Not exactly something I think a person should strive to be.

I’ve noticed it a lot, lately, though - women really think nothing of labelling themselves as “divas” or “princesses.” Don’t get me wrong - I’m all about women having self-confidence, because I think a lot of women these days don’t. However, I think when you get to the point that you start calling yourself royalty, your sense of self-importance is vastly overinflated. I’ve found women who do that also have a hugely overstated sense of entitlement, and seem to think they can push other people around, be rude, and in general will get what they want. Unfortunately, this behavior does probably get them what they want, because I know a lot of people will simply cave so they don’t have to deal with the woman anymore.

Unfortunately (I guess), my opinion of the woman in traffic this morning is now not very high, given her driving manner, and considering she thinks she’s a diva. I just wonder if some women realize the message they’re sending to other people when they label themselves like that.

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