Patience is a Virtue (shhyeah!)

One for Jess, who is more impatient than me! (or is it I) I don't know, but you don't come here for my stellar grammar skills, you come here for the humor. :-) And speaking of humor, who nominated me for a Blog of Beauty Award for Best Humor. See, Kevin, there are many intelligent people out there who think I am uproariously funny. O.K. maybe not uproarious, but funny enough to get nominated!

Well, whoever it was, thank-you!

Kevin spoke with the guy from Progress and he said that a decision would not be reached regarding the job until December 19. *Collective groan* I know, bummer.

But, there is a silver lining. We didn't really want to go until after the new year and Kevin wanted to still be working for his present company in January so he would not lose his three weeks vacation. If he works even one day in January, he can give notice and still receive his three weeks paid vacation.

Also, Boris and Natasha called and wanted to come back for a second look around the house. They came today with their friend and did a thorough sweep of all the rooms. They asked Kevin what he thought of their offer and he told them that they need to come up 10K. They think the house is worth their original offer and we don't, so we'll see what happens. They are hung up on the fact that the furnace is 23 years old and there is no bathroom on the first floor. Our house is 80+ years old, bathrooms were put on the second floor for gravity to help carry the poop to the sewer, or something like that. Granted, this house does not have all of the modern amenities, but it does have two bathrooms and on any given day you could eat off of the kitchen floor. That should count for something.

So I went to the chiropractor this morning for my stiff neck. He examined me and said, "Woah." That is just one of the things you don't want to hear from your friendly spine adjustor. The other being, "See the picture on the wall of the bad spine? Well, that's you." I have some neck and back issues, so he adjusted me and gave me an ice and electronic muscle stimulation treatment. I have to go back on Friday.

When he was taking down my symptoms and asking me what brought on this condition, I told him that it could have been the kickboxing class I took Friday morning. Although, I don't really think that's it, because I take it every week, and I work out regularly. I told him that my neck hurt me when I woke up Saturday and has gotten progressively worse since. When I told him that I had to go teach my Monday morning step class (and took 4 Advil before I did), he looked at me as if to say, "Egad, woman, do you have any common sense?" No, no I don't. But I am reliable!

Imagine what he would say if he knew that the day after I ran the NYC Marathon, I went to teach a step class and a toning class, one right after the other. I was on crutches for a week after that, seriously.

Hmmm, I need to seriously re-evaluate how I abuse my body, but people get very upset if you don't show up to teach your classes.

When I arrived back home, Jeremy asked me if my neck was still broken or if it got fixed. I told him that I was somewhere in the middle.

Kevin just ran over to our attorney's office to pick up a contract and he asked me if he could take the Tahoe (my anniversary present last year.) I told him, absolutely not! He took it anyway. He said he is sick of driving the van, otherwise known as The Four Cylinder Squirrel Wagon.

I am still trying to think of a clever ending phrase.