I did something rather embarrassing last Saturday. But it wasn't my fault, really. I have some prescription medication that I take on an as-needed basis (I won't bore you with the details as to why I need it but I do, I really do). Other people who take this medication for the same reason I do call a side effect of the medication "brain fog." For me it just makes me a little groggy. Ok, maybe a lot groggy but I'm still able to function, at least to a point.
So very early Saturday morning I had to take this medication. Just over an hour later the medication wasn't working so I took another little tiny pill. The medication started to kick in and I went about my day which included going out to lunch and spending the afternoon with a friend (Hi Nancy!). When I got home I took off my shoes and realized I had on two different shoes. On the right foot was a brown shoe and on the left foot was a black show. Two different style shoes, two different colors. The heals were the same height so I guess that's why I didn't notice
So maybe I do get a little brain fog.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Tomorrow night is the opening ceremonies for the Winter Olympics in Vancouver. I'll have the TV on that night and will be watching, I may flip around the channels form time to time but I will be watching, I always do. There is just something magical about the entire thing, it's compelling.
The events I just have to watch are all the figure skating, mens, women, pairs and dance. Everything else I can take it or leave it. I know who the front-runners are to win medals and I even know most of the routines. If nothing else is on TV, I'll watch curling (this is such an unusual sport) or ski jumping but for me, I'm a die hard figure skating fan.
As such, I have a story to tell; actually it's my sister's story. She was in Europe for work that last three weeks and on her flight home from Newark to Denver she had the luxury of flying business class but unfortunately there was someone in business class who was having a problem with gas. Yes, a rather stinky gas. So stinky that the flight attendants were spraying air freshener. My sister suspected it was the young guy sitting in front of her. He did get up to use the bathroom quiet a lot during the flight. My sister described the guy to me: he was in his 20s, black hair, about 5 feet 7 inches tall, rather slim and he was wearing a scarf and red boots (rather flamboyant). Then my sister heard the flight attendants talking about him and saying he looked different than his picture in People magazine. So my sister checked out People magazine and realized that the guy sitting in front of her with the stinky gas was very likely U.S. figure skating champion Johnny Weir! He was probably on his way to Vancouver. Let's hope he gets the gas problem under control before he skates!