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As I may have mentioned before, I have a horrible memory. I am constantly forgetting names, events, and where I put things. Normally I get by OK if I'm going through the same routine, but if I go outside of that routine, there's trouble.
For example, when I flew back to Long Beach, I had a lot of stuff that I was taking with me. I was flying standby, so I brought my luggage with me on the plane. I also had my backpack with my laptop, and my purse. The agent at the gate told me I was over my carry on limit, so I had to put my purse into my backpack. With a little elbow grease, I got the bulky little sucker in there. Then I realized that I may need my driver's license when they gave me my ticket. So I pulled out my license from my purse and placed it in the side pocket of my backpack.
And that was the last place it was ever seen.
I'm not quite sure if I've seen it since. I could have taken it out of the pocket to show the gate person as I got my ticket. I could have shoved it into one of the 1,001 pockets that I had. I could have dropped it on the plane. I could have dropped it in the car. I have no idea. I don't remember.
I've searched every nook and cranny of my backpack, purse, jacket, car, home, you name it, I've searched it. I can't find the little bastard anywhere.
I have no identity.
So I'd be freaking out about flying tomorrow to Marquette, but luckily, I have my passport. But I still feel an emptiness in side of me, and a sadness knowing that somewhere, out there, my poor little license lies crying in the darkness wishing for its mama.
I'm here baby, come home.
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In other news, and Dan will be happy to hear this, I finally went to the Bally's here. Yes, after a 3 year absence from a Bally's facility, I go back. ( I had gone to Gorilla Sports a couple times inbetween). Dave goes at least every other day, and had been constantly urging me to go and be part of his beefcake world. And that's what it is. I walked into the weightroom, and it was all dudes. Asian dudes. When I walked in, it was almost as if they announced 'Asian girl who hasn't worked out in a year has just walked in. Laugh at her confusion!'
But I went back. I worked out. I lifted weights. I will be VERY sore tomorrow. I even got a new membership card, with a horribly crappy picture of me.
I hate working out.
Posted by Yano at October 22, 2003 07:01 AMHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Did you lift anything over 5 pounds?
i do pilates in the safety of my own home. no laughing at me!
Posted by: kathy on October 22, 2003 08:30 AMAnd this reminds me to get back to gym.
Posted by: Chris on October 22, 2003 04:14 PMthat's a fear of mine...losing my driver's licence! I always re-check my bag every few minutes when i'm out. my friends think i'm weird- but i'm paranoid cuz i think that it could have fallen out...or i didn't take it back from security...
Posted by: Leesa on October 22, 2003 10:56 PMpoor poor lost license... hehe...
i miss you lady! *muwah*
I do that all the time. I have to start remembering to put it in my wallet and not the pocket of pants I wore the night before.
Posted by: Mona on October 24, 2003 01:00 AMDon't forget to do some cardio - those elliptical machines are fun.
Posted by: Claudine on October 24, 2003 08:59 PMI can totally relate to this entry. I lost my license once without any idea where it went, had another done, then found the lost one.
When I moved to Southern CA from the Chicago suburbs 6 years ago, my husband got me a 2 year membership at Bally's. I only went twice. My co-workers go to the gym at lunch time AND after work, everyday. Maybe one of these days, I'll give in.
Posted by: Marie on October 26, 2003 01:21 AM
