Friday, September 26, 2008


It's becoming a regular occurrence in the parking lot of my gym to find several cars parked at the ends of rows, making it difficult to even navigate the parking lot. This is not because the lot is full, mind you. There are tons of open spaces, just not the ones closest to the door. The handicapped parking spots were still open, so it couldn't be that some disabled person was desperate for a closer spot. In fact, I saw a very able-bodied, middle age man, pull his Suburban into one of these non-spots, hop out of the truck, and head for the door.

I find it amusing that if your intention is to go to the gym for the purpose of working out that you can't stomach the idea of walking a few extra yards to the door. Because that would be just way too much exercise...

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Do Me a Favor...

Don't bring your toddler to Starbucks. Really. Please.

I know, I haven't blogged in a month, and this is what I choose to discuss? I'm really just trying to avoid exploding into a ball of political fury between now and November.

Back to my current's mid-morning at Starbucks. The one with the cozy booths in the corner where I like to camp out for hours at a time. Someone was in my booth this morning, but all was going pretty well. Then came mommy #1. She apparently decided that feeding her one year old breakfast at Starbucks would be appropriate. He thought it would be appropriate to spit it back out and snatch the spoon away to throw on the all to close proximity to me and my laptop. "Hahahah, he's eleven months old and has just started doing this when I feed him," she said, not the least bit apologetic. Uhm, I didn't ask how old the little monsnter was...all I want is an oatmeal free laptop.
Then mommy #2 and #3 showed up...None of them knew each other previously, but all congregated next to my table to introduce their children to each other and compare impromptu mommy notes. I guess it's never too early to indoctrinate the next generation with our upper-middle class aspirations for daily $4-a-pop caffeine consumption.

It's been said I hate kids...Okay, maybe I've actually said that before. But, really it's not true. I enjoy (limited) time with the children of friends. I've even seen a cute baby or two lately and thought, "Maybe I should get one of those in the next decade or so." Granted, I say the same thing when I see a puppy, but still. It seems like a step. I just think there's a time and a place for small children, and I'm pretty sure that's not a Starbucks full of working professionals on their laptops. That's why they invented drive-thrus.