Getting older

I realize that I'm not really old, but this is the oldest I've ever been! In my head, I guess I still think I'm 20. Yesterday was a prime example. Wednesdays at lunch I attend a yoga class. It's wonderful, and in spite of the fact that watching yoga brings thoughts of tranquility my teacher usually gives us a challenging class, and I'm often sore the next day. Add to that a soccer game against one of the more athletic teams in our league, and volleyball after Bible study and you get a sore morning the next day! I have bruises in funny places, and floorburn on the top of my foot! I guess the moral of my night is to take it a little easier on myself.

Double standard and a dating question

Talking to a friend (who happens to be a guy) about a group gathering tonight. I asked who was going to be there, and made a joke about not coming because none of the guys would date a girl who is older than they are (and I happen to be older than all of them). His response said something like M's not your type, and D's a baby (D must be at least 25, he's graduated from college and served a mission). This from a man who is maybe six months my minor and asks 19 year old girls for dates.

I asked why he didn't think M was my type. He said something about how good I am at meeting goals and said M and guys like him are not that good-not bad, but not up to my level. So I'm either too old to be dated or too good. Is there really a too good, or is this just an excuse? (I think it's an excuse, and a lousy one at that)

Quotes

We had a quote board at BYU. While it occasionally got me in trouble (Random, do you really have to bring up things I said 8 years ago?), I loved being able to look back on things we said that made us laugh and have another good laugh. To preserve more laughable moments, I'll try to post quotes on my blog as they come along.

I had some people over for dinner Sunday night. I was sitting on the couch with Noel. Matt sat down between us and Richard said "Matt, you're a hot girl sandwich!"

Matt answered "Does that make me the meat?"

My response? "No, it's a cheese sandwich."

Lucy

I am dog-sitting. I count myself lucky, I have a friend with a fantastic dog, and he trusts me enough to leave her with me. For 10 days this time. While the rain here in San Antonio has been hampering my plans to take her for long walks and possibly to the park, it gave me an excuse to spend a night grooming. Lucy is a golden retriever. I have a friend at work with a dog of the same breed, and we thought Lucy and Bourbon would enjoy a play date. It would also be a lot easier to bathe Lucy in the tub Nicole and Ben have set up for Bourbon's baths, so after work on Friday, Lucy and I braved driving in the rain and headed north. Lucy and Bourbon got acquainted, and Nicole pulled out the FURminator-possibly the best shedding brush I've ever seen. We got to work on Lucy, figuring we'd give her a once over before we put her in the tub and blocked up the pipes with all the fur. Below is the result:

Lucy may have lost 5 pounds! Unfortunately, she had some big mats that we had to cut out of her tail, so it's not as nice and bushy as it used to be, but her coat looks fantastic, and we had a productive evening! Hopefully the rain will clear up this next week so we can get active.

Thought of You - by Ryan Woodward

Love my Alma-mater. Makes me want to take a ballet class.