Good news! My knocked up stray, Nightwing has given birth to four kittens. Even better, she had them in the upstairs neighbors' place. They're happy to have the kittens and will be keeping me updated.
And we've also agreed to have them (and their cat mommy and daddy) neutered or spayed. We're splitting the bill half and half. So, great news all around!
I'll post pics as soon as it is safe and possible to do so...
On Friday, I brought in a platter of fried fish sandwiches for my coworker to enjoy.
When one asked, "Oooh. What's with the fish sandwiches?"
I replied, "It's Fish Friday."
Obviously, he wasn't a religious person, as his follow up question was, "Did you grow up having fish on Fridays?"
And I answered, "I grew up on the coast, by the sea. Almost every day was a fish day, with some crabs, clams, oysters, mussels, and lobster in between."
I have been training four interns since the fall of last year. Two guys: Fratboy and Beachboy. Two Girls: Debbie (the Debutante) and Nina (the Latina from the city).
They're pretty smart and hard workers, once I give them a task and train them on how to get things done. But I also forget that they're really young people. The first day, they kept calling me "Sir," and I had to look around and see which older man they were addressing. Then it hit me, 'Aw, crap... They're talking to me...I'm the older man they are addressing!'
And I felt old every time they called me "Sir". So after the first ten minutes, I had them address me by my first name or "Chief", because I'll be damned if I have some young punks remind me everyday that I'm old and ancient in their eyes!
Today, I was reminded of our age differences once again, when one of my coworkers, a normally skinny woman, was telling us about how she was gaining so much pregnancy weight, that she was getting a big butt, big enough to shake it in a hip hop video.
I couldn't resist but joke, "Oh my gawd, Becky. Look at her butt..."
The rest of my coworkers laughter. Then Fratboy chimed, "Hey, you're singing Nicki Minaj's Anaconda."
And I replied, "Um, no...it's Sir Mix-A-Lot."
Looking confused, he asked, "Who?"
And I felt old again when I saw the other three interns share that same look of confusion, too. Oy.
And now, for what's apparently become an Oldie but Goodie: Baby Got Back...
This morning I did a short run, focusing more on speed than distance. At the end of several sprints, I walked a bit before stopping to do some stretches. I was catching my breath, trying to rally up the energy to do one last sprint home.
I was in front of a newly built motel, just a block from home. As I was stretching my legs, a stranger came out of the motel. He was a fellow about my age and height, with a lean built. He nodded at me and I nodded back.
He walked up to me and said, "You look tired. Are you experiencing any pain or soreness in your back and legs? I'm a massage therapist. Why don't you come inside and enjoy the sauna and hot tub. And if you want, I can work any pain and soreness away."
I wasn't feeling any pain or soreness. And I told him so and thanked him for the offer as I did my shoulder stretches. How about that? The kindness of strangers is so rare these days. But as much as I enjoy a good sauna and hot tub, I had to get ready for the day.
Feeling energetic, I took off for one last sprint. I was rejuvenated after some cool down stretches and a hot shower. I was ready to take on the day.
When I told my coworkers about my run, they laughed and said that motel dude was trying to pick me up. They were stretching the truth.
I just replied he was just being friendly. That just made them snicker and make cheeky innuendos. I told them they're just jealous because no one offered to massage them.
Either way, I'll just take it as a compliment that someone wanted to be nice to me. For the rest of the day, I had a pep in my step and felt good and upbeat. A good workout is an excellent start to a great day.
