My gym...

is probably unlike any other gym...on this earth...just like my grocery store. I've mentioned before how where we live, in the center of the city, is a crossroads between affluence and poverty. Throw in the whole UT student body and you get a strange and always entertaining grocery shopping experience. But what's even more entertaining is my gym, which is just behind the grocery store.

Now that Henry's in school 12-15 hrs a week, and I haven't found a job yet (that's a whole different post)I've been spending more time at the gym. Just 3xs a week, maybe an hour and a half or 2 hrs. I see the Vietnamese lady who waxes my eyebrows there, I see the old old, super blond haired HEB lady who has been greeting people at the grocery store at least since I was an undergrad, I see Doug --my former co-worker who is now retired but used to be the attorney for the State Auditor, I see legions of anorexic college girls (sometimes I wonder what the obligation of the gym is b/c I'm so tired of watching people killing themselves in front me...but I guess it's no different than seeing someone morbidly obese at a Wendy's...same killing, just a different weapon). I see lots and lots of Hyde Park moms who come to deposit their children in the daycare while they go to their yoga class.

Henry just woke...time to get to work.

Can't. Stop. Thinking....

Justin already wrote on his blog about this movie...but it's been days and I can not stop thinking about Zachary.

We watched this documentary on Netflix the other night, called Dear Zachary. I have seen probably hundreds of documentaries by now...it is my favorite type of filmmaking...and this one...is really sticking to me. It's so so so so so unbelievable...how could this story be true? When it's over you wish so badly it was just a movie but since it's real, it makes you ache so much. If you really want to know what it feels like to have a rock stuck in your throat for an hour and a half, watch this film. I broke down crying at least 3 times, and four times since the movie ended. And yet, I'm so glad I saw it. Like how I felt after seeing Schindler's List.

Okay, in a nutshell...

This guy was finishing his medical residency in Family practice...in Latrobe, PA. He'd been dating this older woman briefly and kept trying to get rid of her. He was not interested. He finally had to put her on a plane and send her back to her home town.

You know what, you're just going to have to rent it.

I was hoping they's send me free product....o-well

..and from the receptionist?

Hi Diane,

Thank you for taking the time to e-mail us. We really appreciate your
feedback and we're so glad that your son and his friends enjoy Veggie
Booty so much! We will be coming out with some delicious new snacks this
spring, so keep checking our website for updates!

Have a great day!

Jessie Biele
Receptionist

Robert's American Gourmet, LLC
100 Roslyn Ave
Sea Cliff, NY 11579
t 516.656.4545 ext 10
f 516.759.2713

I have ...like...nothing to say

And I know you're coming here looking...because I can see on the counter how many people click on here in a day...and I know how hard it is to slog through a day at the office...you need blogs to pass the time. i understand that. And I could write a gillion things about Henry...or about my glamorous life as a stay at home mom, but I am too content to do that. I think I need to be angry or miserable or really excited to write and lately I'm just....good.

I'll check in again when I feel something. Until then, read Justin's blog.