Second Hand Blog

A lot has happened at the Y during the time I was away. I appreciate many of you keeping me informed so we can get this blog going again. Second hand news may not be all true but that doesn't keep me from reporting on it.

Wonder Woman caught Poison Ivy getting into her locker last week. She did the confused old lady game to make it look like she wasn't doing anything wrong as she lurched away with her little handbag. I'm not sure what W.W. would have that a zombie would need - probably makeup, so please try to keep an eye on your makeup until we know what we're dealing with here.

JBF has taken to wearing just a sports bra in the fitness center. Let's just agree to agree she doesn't look all that shit hot in her tight bright spandex, but she no doubt thinks she does. We know this because Mom reported her pacing back and forth but not really doing anything, just doing the runway act. Maybe, like P.I., she too is a bit confused, but in this case it's probably from alcohol, which at least I can understand. Mom suggested that one day soon we should have Sports Bra Day and we'll ALL wear our sports bras and no top. I have a hot pink number that I'll save just for the occasion. I'll keep you posted on the exact date.

The Incredible Hunk suggested that I could blog about The Talker, but was informed that it's already been done. He was at the pool yesterday. He thinks my name is Sue. In less that one minute I was informed that he bought a new house so he's been working out at the Bethlehem Y and that's why we haven't seen him around in a while and that he's having his car serviced on Central Avenue that's why he was in Guilderland and swimming in our pool and that the water's too warm okay have a nice day. He NEVER smiles. How does anyone talk and only their mouth goes up and down like a puppet and the rest of their face doesn't move???

They refinished the floors in the gym - it's still not open. I am SO glad I missed the toxic stink this year. I'm also glad to see that they have been keeping the carpets clean. I think twice a week isn't nearly often enough, don't you???

The weather in the south is really really hot and humid. New Orleans smells like pee. I went running along the river early one morning along with a large brown rat, and we said hello to a few drunk gay guys who obviously hadn't been home all night. They didn't even blink at the talking rat.

Back to the present: I got caught running in the rain this morning, which I figured might happen, but the weather here is SO nice in comparison to NO. Later at the Y Wonder Woman told me they kicked everyone out of the pool because of thunderstorms. Back Float Bob was miffed that they also wouldn't let anyone in the sauna or steam room, so I suggested maybe they could just let the people we didn't like use it during the storm. Wonder Woman pointed out it's not nearly big enough to fit them all. (Maybe they could take turns)

I'm still detoxing from a week of good friends, too much food and way too many glasses of wine. The Gulf coast was awesome and being in the ocean was all good. It was all good, especially seeing my dear friend Peaches (not her real name). But it's sure nice to be home, too, and back at the Y where I belong.