Exalted Warrior

I have begun a new exercise program. I started last Friday, August 24th. I'm supposed to work out six days a week. Um, I guess Thursday will be my day off. Something about waking up at 3:30am, doing a show, then working until 5:30pm is not conducive to exercising. So. This new DVD that I follow every morning is kicking my butt. There are three phases of workouts. I'm now in Phase 2 (Phase 1 was really just meant to teach some basic "don't injure yourself" moves). The first day of Phase 2 was really difficult. The workout video felt like a 47-minute dragging death. Now that I've done it a few times, though, I think I'll make it. My goal is to firm up a bit and maybe lose a few pounds. I'd also like to be able to bench press a bench. A bench with 4 people sitting on it. I think this is realistic.

Exalted Warrior is one of the yoga poses the video exercise lady does / wants me to do in the cool-down portion of the video. Sweating, losing my balance, and giggling with exhaustion are not, I'm guessing, what she has in mind during this pose. But it's what I do.


And here, even though I spent the week panting and sweating and yelling "Jesus Christ, Lady, why aren't you sweating yet?" at my television, is today's playlist. If it's messy, it's only because my arms are still shakey from the push-ups:

Log for first part of August 30th, 2007 show

Log for second part of August 30th, 2007 show


P.S. Even though I hate the exercise video lady, I also secretly love her. Especially at minute forty seven. Exalt this, Lady.

The Cheddar Hut

I spent August 17th, 18th and 19th at the beach. Three friends and I drove to Ocean City, New Jersey and had a grand old time. Our hotel was plenty decent and the weather was grand, so we had pretty much everything we could hope for. Imagine our glee when we found that there was one more thing we could hope for, and it would be given to us, immediately. We realized we could hope for affordable and tasty culinary fare in a friendly atmosphere. The Chatter Box provided. I should also mention that everyone who works there (male, female, young, not-so-very-young) is kind of attractive. Additionally, they're all incredibly attentive. You can pretend you're on a date: a date with The Cheddar Hut. (You'll begin to call it that after a long day in the sun and a glass of pinot noir.)


And here, though you had no reason to believe it would ever be posted, is last Thursday's playlist:

Log for first part of August 23rd, 2007 show

Log for second part of August 23rd, 2007 show



Here is photographic evidence of my vacation. My companions in Ocean City (two witty women, one witty male) forgot their cameras and I forgot mine, so we decided to take a few important shots with cellphones and boardwalk photo booths.


Photo 1: We were informed by the liquor store owner that wine coolers were not only definitely in style, but they, in fact, never went out of style. I believe we each had one.














Photo 2: Collectors' items are all the rage on the boardwalk. Don't forget to pick up your $500 Ewok Stuffed Animal / Symbol of Poor Money Management. Squint at the sign. Honest to Pete, it says $500.



Photo 3: The aforementioned witty male and I squeezed into a photo booth and hammed for the camera.
Shot 1: Hey. We wear glasses.
Shot 2: Wait a sec, no we don't.
Shot 3: Now we're scared because we can't see anything.
Shot 4: When we ham like this, we annoy even ourselves.


I'll be on the air tomorrow morning. Catch you then.

Doggie!

And here, with the same amount of vigor your estranged, urban lionbaby shows when jumping for joy at seeing you after he's spent a year in the wild, is last week's playlist:


Log for first part of
August 9th, 2007 show

Log for second part of
August 9th, 2007 show


My grandest apologies, friends, but I will not be on the air this week. I am taking a very tiny vacation and will return to the show next week, refreshed and several inches taller. Refreshed, at least, surely.

Please Hold for Mr. Click

I just got telemarketed at work. The woman upstairs buzzed me and said, "there's some guy on the phone yammering about website stuff [I built and maintain our site] and we think he's a sales guy, but, just in case, you should take it." I had to laugh. She then added, "so YOU get to launch him. Good luck."

I am surprisingly unmeek on the phone now that I am well into my thirties. This poor telemarketer guy gets transferred to me and...

Me: Hi, this is Sarah. May I help you?
TeleGuy: Hi, Sarah! (he's learned the valuable say the person's name after a pregnant pause! device forced on people when they're learning to influence others)
Me: Hi. Is there something I can help you with?
TeleGuy: Yes, [breath] Sarah. I wanted to talk to you about your company's website and
Me: Sir, I'm sorry, but I'm with a client [lying]. I really can't take the ti--
TeleGuy: Sarah, I understand your hesitation completely.
Me: Thanks for your interest, I have to go now.
TeleGuy: Sarah, are you in charge of the marketing for your website?
Me: Well, we're a small company and we market ourselves directly to our customers on the site, which I created and maintain."
TeleGuy: I completely understand, Sarah, but I really wanted to talk to you about - - -
Me: Thanks for your interest. I'm with a client and we don't require your services. Have a great day! *click*

I think he may have been talking when I hung up. I feel kind of terrible about this. But, come on. I was polite, right? Gads, he was loud and persistent. I still have an earache and am NOT interested in the hard sell. Sorry, fella.

I should have done what the women in my boss's brother's office used to do. Salesmen would be extremely pushy on the phone and would keep angling to talk to their manager or boss. The secretaries would repeatedly and politely deflect them, until they could take it no longer.

Infuriated Secretary: You want to talk to the boss? Okay, then. Please hold for Mr. Click.


*click*


No more telemarketer.

The Art of Seduction

I know what boys like. It's called "adenoiditis" and it's all about pretty. It's been maybe 5 years since I last had it, so I guess I shouldn't complain, even though my neck is oddly swollen and my throat hurts. For all of you Munchausen folks out there, the fast track to having your doctor pay attention to you is telling him that you have swollen, painful glands and you've already had your tonsils out. "Get in here now," he'll say. Then, he'll say, "Enjoy sitting in my waiting room. Bring a sack lunch."

This is my way of saying, dear listeners, that I won't be on the air tomorrow. I will be back next week, however. Just you wait.

P.S. Boys like, boys like...me.

P.P.S. That is not really me.