I'm Over Uniforms

When our office manager quit, many of her jobs were assigned to me, such as collections, ordering office supplies and servicing our uniforms. It was necessary to change our uniform vendor, to match the corporate preferred one. I've met with the sales rep, Danny, to discuss the new contract. As many times as we've talked, you would think he could get my simple name of Colleen, spelled correctly. In the memo below, he really butchered it 'choline'? 'Local general managers are required some sort of written agreement to have these orders placed. I have spoke with choline about getting Salt Lake City's lab coats in the third week of June.' Maybe he was thinking of the chlorine they use to launder our lab coats. Perhaps he had just read about a cholera breakout in Africa or had bok choi for dinner the night before. Wikipedia gives it this definition: Choline is a water-soluble essential nutrient It is usually grouped within the B-complex vitamins. Choline generally refers to the various quaternary ammonium salts ... I can see Colene or some variation of it. Granted names are spelled in the oddest ways, be it phonetically or not. Perhaps he's just spelling challenged. I must provide leeway for it. Oh, no matter, Duhannie. It is just part of contracts and acquisitions, I guess.

Attitude Adjustment on Asparagus

As a child growing up on a farm, the ditch banks where I lived were abundant with asparagus that grew wild. Everyday from May thru early July, all my mother had to do was mention asparagus and I was out the door with a small knife in hand. I considered myself one of the best pickers on the flats (flat farmlands west of Salt Lake Valley). I became a great huntress spotting the green feathery bush along the roadside and field edges with its young sprouts ready for picking in all sizes and maturity. We took everything. If the bush was ravished (already picked), we knew others had beat us to it. This made us even more vigilant going out every few days, to bring home the green goods for dinner. Funny thing is, I didn't like to eat asparagus. I just loved picking it. Eventually I matured and became a lover of the now nonexistent wild, premium vegetable. Years later driving to my daughters elementary school, I spied an asparagus bush, pulled over and picked all the shoots for my own dinner. Now I must be satisfied with the grocery store thick stock variety, that will never hold a candle to finding it in the wild and eating it fresh for dinner the same day.

Runtastic is Fantastic

Jory, my son, introduced me to Runtastic when he downloaded it to my phone. In the beginning it was too easy to forget about the program, until the session was over then realize, it was still off. It feels so good to see three miles and 100+ to 200+ calories burned. Yes!! Okay, so I didn't like the ap it at first, especially when it started asking all those personal questions, such as birthday, weight etc. Since that is all behind us, the daily walks/jogs etc are great to monitor. The best part is keeping a record, then being able to go back and see how much and far I have gone.

The map showing your route and making comments makes it even better. Time, temperature, calories burned and mph is so informative. Everyday it is my partner in getting out of bed and staying physically fit. Did I mention you can do dozens of different activities, too. Thank you Runtastic. You are fantastic.

A Stinky Smart One

I share a small refrigerator with a few other ladies at work. The lunchroom fridge is just too far away and inconvenient. This has worked wonderfully until it started to stink a few weeks ago. There was a frozen boxed meal that had been sitting in it for months. I suspected it was the culprit and kept thinking, when is Trudy going to eat that TV dinner. Yesterday she said to me, "I think the fridge is going out. The freezer has something in it that is beginning to smell." "It may be that the Chicken Parmesan meal," I said, "and was wondering when you were going to eat it." "Well I thought it was yours," she told me. "No, it isn't mine, is it Pam's?" We determined no one owned it. Well, I opened the door and brought out the meal, which leaked all the way down the hallway. Because it wasn't frozen, it was probably spoiled or bad by now. We tossed it in the outside trash can. Now our refrigerator doesn't smell at all. Thanks to a little communication between the interested parties. Our salads, sandwiches and sumptuous foods can rest in peace.