I Should Be Working - Instead, I'll Blog

Since I haven't blogged a lot of late, I'm going to try to get back on track. It took Image Goddess to get me back on track, although I was reading hers and Geeka's blog almost every day. It was also knowing that someone else was reading my blog. It was a big shock to go to Steamed Puddings to find out that I was even mentioned. So, before you continue on, you might want to read how I was mentioned on Steamed Puddings first... because I'm going to answer how I am actually attached to Image Goddess and Geeka - so if there are more of you out there reading, you know the story.

Of course, we protect our identities. This isn't because we are scared (ok, well, we are sort of scared and if it gets known, our honesty might just drop off and then we would be boring). If I didn't protect my identity, I couldn't possibly talk about my boss the Pocket Gay or complain about my co-working Texxxxx-aas (think of it of how William Shatner says it in Ms. Congeniality).

Ok, back to how the trio of us know each other. Truth is, I've known Geeka since middle school. Yep - we were in chorus together in middle school and we are still friends now. All through middle school, high school, college, and multiple years of post-college education. But I must admit now, I am no longer an academic-minded person. I got my masters in social work (yeah, it makes no sense now...) and I got out into the workforce, working a technology-based job for a nonprofit that likes to give us a salary in peanuts. Through all of those years, Geeka has been there for trips to New Orleans, watching my dog, and all other crazy sorts of things. It has only been the last few years that she moved so close to me that we shout things to each other practically every other day.

It was from Geeka that I met Image Goddess. It was sort of a friend-of-a-friend thing until we had someone else in common - the same odd-Canadian PT guy when we were both hurt and partially cripple. One day, I was there, doing leg lifts for a bad right knee and I looked across the room and this girl looked like someone that I knew. I think we both had that thought, but it was Image Goddess who asked the odd-Canadian PT guy if it was me and then we got to spend a lot of time together in PT. (Between the two of us, I think we have a whole good body and a whole bad body). Image Goddess was there when I practically tried to shove the odd-Canadian PT guy's head in my crutches when he wouldn't let me off of them - and this was for when my LEFT knee went bad while fixing the right knee.

So, maybe I have answered some questions of how three of us know each other. Even though I may be sarcastic here, I'm even more sarcastic in real life - something that I am trying to fix - but that is a blog for another day.