Deep In The Forrest

The number 9 is my favorite number. It's also Mr. J's favorite number. Isn't that cute? It was like that wayy before I met him, so we honestly did not copy one another. Our first things in common were "9" and "Little Wing" by Jimi Hendrix. I had a baseball jersey (still do) that I wore to a party, from the radio station in fact that I worked at, with my last name and the numbers '999' on the back. His "band nickname" was in fact "9". So there you go... I thought it was interesting, and probably the most fated and romantic thing about our union to date ;) So today is 9/9/09. I think that should mean something cool, but so far the day has just been a coughing catch-up festival for me, and a work day. Still waiting for my magic portal to open. (dramatic pause, followed by the clearing of throat and a nose blow) Now what was I going to mention?? Hmmm, let me ponder... Oh yes, this was something I was going to talk about the other...

1. Me, me, me, me meee. 2. I just haven't felt in much of a writing mood over the weekend. 3. I did get alot of riding time in on "Jimi" the last couple days, which totally relaxes me. 4. There are new "things that irritate me" added to the list. (to follow) 5. I can't stand people who are watching something funny on cardio-theatre while they're on the machines, who "Cackle Out Loud" when they could simply giggle quietly to themselves. 6. I can't stand the employees (this can be other places besides the gym) who simply feel compelled to 'dust' and sweep every machine around you while you are working out. It makes me sneeze, and also makes me feel on edge. 7. I honestly have nothing more entertaining to talk about. 8. The bed is calling me, I'm tired and I am about to go to sleep. 9. Nine is all she (I) wrote.