Saturday Notes

I did 2.43 miles on the treadmill today to try to simulate the exercise I get when I work. I took a pedometer to work one day and found out that I walk about a mile during the workday. And since last night I ate a sub sandwich and went over my calories, I thought I needed to get a little more exercise today. I also ate some soup today that I added cheese too so I had to work off some of those calories. I had intended to avoid naps today but I ended up laying down for about 45 minutes.

I've been watching tennis this week. The big controversy was over Ana Ivanovic's shoes. They squeaked. Heaven forbid. One excuse-seeking loser blamed the squeak rather than her poor play for her result. Shoes squeak. My boots squeak at work even when they haven't been through water puddles. According to some articles I've read online, the blame for the squeak lies with the new court surface they have there. So, really, the blame falls with the Australian Open people who chose that surface for their courts. I don't see the excuse-seeking loser attacking tournament directors or sponsors. Of course not. She needs to get into tournaments to make money. And I heard plenty of squeaking from a bunch of the players so it seems to me to be the surface and not just one player's shoes. On the men's side, Novak Djokovic will be meeting Jo-Wilfried Tsonga in the final. I'm supporting Djokovic in this match.

Some things I've done recently: cleaned the microwave, made pretty sun dresses for Winnie and PJ (I'll have to post pictures later), made some doggie treat dough using this whole wheat flour I bought yesterday, washed some doggie blankets and towels.

I don't know what I'll be watching on tv tonight. Figure Skating is on but I haven't checked out what else is on. This week I read a really good book. It's an old Harlequin romance by Violet Winspear called "Love in a Stranger's Arms". I read it at work and it was torture because I had to get to the end of the book to find out about the beginning for the hero and heroine. The book began with the heroine having amnesia and not remembering her husband. He was a domineering, forceful Spaniard, but you could tell that he loved her. He did everything for her, just in a take charge manner. She fought him because she thought she had been in love with someone else before her amnesia and that he was keeping her away from the love of her life. And she opposed the hero's former career as a matador. Well, at the very end of the book, she gets her memory back and we find out that the man she loved was in fact the hero. They had fallen in love and she left him when his last bullfight resulted in him getting gored and losing an eye. He pursued her and found her in trouble with the law. He married her and brought her back to Spain to save her from torture and death at the hands of the harsh government who had her in custody. During the trip to Spain she suffered her amnesia. This book was torture for me because I could only read it during my two 15 minute breaks and my half hour lunch break. I could hardly put it down to get back to work. That's why I like to read books I've read before at work. I can put them down more easily because I know how they end.