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Anyone else consider unplugging their home phones? For such a shallow pool of primary candidates, there certainly have been a lot of pre-recorded messages on my answering machine these past few weeks. On Monday, we erased eight messages. I haven't even bothered to count all of the postcards I have received in the mail.
Thankfully, the deluge is over for a while.
I rest easy knowing that next year, I will not have any messages on my machine or postcards in my mailbox from Donald Trump. On Monday, Trump announced that he would not run for president in 2012. Insert sarcastic gasp here.
Trump's teasing about his presidential race was never anything more than a joke to me anyhow. However, he did get Barack Obama to release his birth certificate and that means ... well, it means nothing to me.
It does mean something to me that our county could soon be home to a YMCA. A feasibility study will begin soon to determine if such a facility would thrive here. I suspect it would and, as a former Y membership holder, I would love to see it happen.
Lest I commit myself to something, I'm not saying I'll join. I have gotten a bit lazy as I have hit my mid-30s. My alternating schedule of weight training and cardio exercises from my college days would likely leave me unable to move today.
Not that a gym membership would kill me either. I have been kicking around the idea of joining one of our local gyms for sometime now. But when I'm not working, I plant myself on the couch. And I'm telling you, folks, those roots run deep.
While I have turned over a new leaf when it comes to eating habits, I still abuse the buffet from time to time. Only last week, I went way overboard at the Paula Deen Buffet at the Horseshoe Casino. Before you start wagging your finger, we were not there to gamble. We were there for an Alice Cooper concert. We didn't even set foot on the riverboat.
Although, now that I think about it, I did gamble that night. We had the buffet at about 9:30 that night, just prior to our two-hour drive home. A buffet, followed by two hours in the car past my usual bedtime? Those are high stakes indeed and a bet I nearly lost.