WTF Wednesday, I forget everything except weird things I really want to see.

I spent 22 minutes this morning looking for my reading glasses.  For the life of me I just could not figure out where I left them, that is, until I realized they were resting upon the top of my head.

Im an airhead

Yep, I’m guilty of that too and I’ve also tried to get out of my car on multiple occasions whilst wearing my seatbelt.  Hopefully you realize you’re reading the blog of a bonafide genius.

I was talking with a friend last week about vacation destinations and bucket lists and I mentioned that I’d love to go around the U.S. and visit all the weird and odd attractions.  Not all at one time but maybe just 3 or 4 along the way each time I plan to go anywhere else.  Then I came upon this list of the strangest roadside attractions in 50 states.

Funnily enough, I don’t consider their pick of Florida’s attraction strange at all and I’ve been there a ton of times.  What I’d really like to see is Carhenge in Nebraska or the Enchanted Highway of North Dakota.

Do you watch America’s Got Talent?  Did you see this 9 year old who sang Alicia Key’s Girl on Fire?

That girl is on fire and every ounce of me wants to see her win.

WTF it’s Wednesday!

What’s the weirdest roadside attraction you’d like to see?

WTF Wednesday, I need to get out more.

I work from home so naturally after I workout in the morning, I walk the dogs, shower and then put on nice comfortable workout clothes.  Why should I bother putting on dress clothes when I sit in the lazy boy on the computer for most of the day?  It’s pointless.

work at home attire

However yesterday, I had an appointment with a client scheduled for 2PM so I had to actually put on makeup and fix my hair and put on real dress clothes.  Then, an hour before I was supposed to leave, the client called to reschedule.

you serious

So then there I was with a freshly made up face and hair and nice clothes and it was wasted.  WASTED!  So, I had to go somewhere because it’s protocol, you just cannot waste a made up face and hair and dress clothes.

So, I decided to take a quick trip up to the dollar tree because well, why not.  I can always justify a trip to the dollar tree.

When I walked in the girl behind the counter said ‘Oh you look nice, did you get a blow out?’  And I thought, do I look like I’m having car trouble?  And then I said, ‘No my tires are fine.’

It didn’t dawn on me what they meant until I was around the corner and I heard her and the other cashier giggling and then I realized they were talking about my hair.


But wait, what is called when your tire pops?

WTF it’s Wednesday and obviously I need to get out more!

WTF Wednesday, Passing on your left!

When we were in Nokomis, I ran on the Legacy Trail every day because I love it.  Of course, like any other multi-use trail, you share it with other runners, walkers and bicyclist.  I don’t usually mind.  Most of the time I’m running by myself and when I do run or walk with someone else we do the single file thing if anyone approaches, and I always run as far to the right as possible, and pass on the left.  Those are the rules, you see.

runningI also keep my speed under 10 miles an hour because those are also the rules and no one likes a show off anyway.  (I’m totally kidding, obviously.)

Most people on the trail are very courteous.  There tends to be two types of bikers in my experience.  The first kind is the happy biker who loves the adrenaline rush and always says hi or waves as he passes.

happy biker

Well, hey right back atcha happy biker!

The other type is the ‘triathlete in training’ or as I like to call them, the asshole.  This is the person who is so focused on his ride, he just yells out ‘passing on your left’ and then blows past you so fast you get a nice breeze.


Move out of the way, I’m in a race… with myself.

At least he leaves you with a nice breeze, I’m usually thankful for that part.  But I ain’t gonna lie, sometimes those bikers are scary because they fly by you and come up on you so fast, you don’t realize they’re there until they blow past you.

crazy bikersOccasionally you get the group of bikers, some are friendly, some are not, some are mixed.  It varies but I try to be nice to everyone. Unless they run over me.  Then I might not be nice.

Last week, two bikers were behind me and I was running very close to the edge on the right side of the trail.  For some reason they didn’t want to go single file to pass so as they approached the guy yelled for me to move over.  At first I thought I heard him wrong but then he yelled again.  I was so close to the edge if I moved over I would have been off the trail.  He had two thirds of the trail.  What did he expect me to do?

not coolI turned and looked and there was no reason for me to move over, other than they were side by side and didn’t want to go single file, so I did the only thing I could do which was stand my ground because, oh hell no!

And that’s when they passed me, (single file, I win!) and the guy vigorously pointed to the side of the road and yelled “MOVE OVER NEXT TIME!”

Who the fuck does that?

I figured since he liked hand signals so much I’d reciprocate.  So, I pointed right back.  Only maybe I pointed up and I probably didn’t use my pointer finger.

Mr. Rogers

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor….won’t you be mine?

WTF, It’s Wednesday and people should be happy when they exercise or at least neighborly.  Am I right?

Did you watch Mr. Rogers as a kid?  I loved him.  It was the changing sweaters and shoes thing, and how he always put his things away. I felt like he completely understood my OCD in a way that Big Bird and Cookie Monster never could.