It's tuesday. time for random!

What is with men and the Transformers movie? I do not understand the obsession. The first movie came out on our anniversary. Hubby couldn't get it through his head that I did not think it was funny that he wanted to spend our anniversary at the Transformers movie.

My son is obsessed with Elmo. I'm not sure how this obsession developed, since he doesn't watch Sesame Street. But now everything is "Melmo" - including me. I don't know how I feel about being called a red furry puppet.

I love Greek. Yes, I know it's a cheesy tv show. But I'm really angry that they ended the season without Casey and Cappie getting together! Life isn't always happily ever after. But I like my tv shows to be that way.

I have a major problem. I didn't account for any of my time this month. Usually I'm really good about it. If anything, maybe I miss a day of simultaneous time entry and can back up and recreate the billing. But now here it is half way through the month and I have to figure out what I did for the past FIFTEEN days. By noon tomorrow. I'm screwed.

I was at the Yankee game on Sunday. I love that they beat up on the Mets (Sorry Brad, Jersey Girl and any of my other readers who root for that team). But really, the game lost some interest at the point that we were up 12 runs. It's no fun watching a total blow out. Seriously. It was like watching batting practice.

I'm so psyched. I ran a mile in under 15 minutes yesterday. Yes, I know. That's painfully slow. But I've never run a mile in less than 15 minutes, even in high school or middle school when I was forced to exercise every day.

Speaking of middle school... My cousin starts at my old middle school this year. How did that happen? I am not old enough for him to be in middle school!

I hate when men propose to their significant others during sporting events. I do not think it's romantic to throw a "Will you marry me?" up on the big tv at the ballgame and pop the question. It takes something that's supposed to be private and special and makes a public spectacle out of it. Ugh!

I was utterly horrified one day, right before hubby and I got engaged, when we were at a ballgame and "Jaime, I love you. Will you marry me? Brian" popped up on the screen. I looked at my dad first who cracked up upon seeing my expression. Then I looked at hubby and said, "You've got to be kidding me" (Okay, I cleaned that up a little) He just shook his head and the 4 of us just about died laughing.

My dad, uncle, hubby and I all share this view - that you should NEVER propose at a ball game. So we boo the announcements and scream that the girl should say no. At the game Sunday, there were 3 proposals.

There I am. Booing and yelling "say no" when, about 5 rows up, a guy drops to his knee and asks this chick to marry him. Yup. That's me. I'm a total mood killer. (For the record, I think they both were too nervous to have noticed little old me)

Continuing on in the fine tradition of what else can go wrong when Jaime is supposed to work out... I grabbed a t-shirt off the bed this morning and stuffed it into my gym bag. When I tried to get dressed at the gym, I realized the shirt was MY SON'S...

Can we say mom needs a vacation?

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