Living Wright: Naps, workouts and finding love at Walmart
BY JASON ASHLEY WRIGHT World Scene Writer
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
3/05/13 at 7:10 AM
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It's beginning to look at lot like National Nap Day.
Of all the holidays someone could celebrate on a Monday, this is the one I'm most excited to acknowledge, particularly as Sunday starts daylight saving time - or, as they should call it, "lose an hour of sleep and be cranky for three weeks time."
Come Monday, others may be celebrating Middle Name Pride Day or National Worship of Tools Day, for which I'll refrain from suggesting certain politicians as poster children.
Today, however, let's celebrate Lagniappe Day, which is less special than National Nap Day, as it occurs 12 times a year via that little somethin' somethin' extra I tell y'all the first(ish) Tuesday of each month.
Love and workouts
I've recently entered a love-hate relationship with a new fitness regime, courtesy of The Troyminator.
A nutrition component to my newest lifestyle change is coming soon, I'm told. For now, though, I was just made to do things like burpees, which sounds like a vulgar Slurpee. Only once did I think of faking nausea, but I thought I'd save that for a day I woke up in a much worse mood.
Just to be safe, I texted Troyminator after this morning's workout and asked "if I scream at you occasionally during a workout but apologize before leaving, is that cool? Or does that cost extra?"
"Perfectly acceptable in the gym," he said. Guess I'll bring a little cash next time in case it's an al a carte service.
In other news, three different people in as many weeks have told me - either to my face or through someone else - that I either looked at them crazy or flashed some form of stink-eye their direction. This bothered me, as I try to be kind and courteous to everyone.
So, as I reminded the general populace on Facebook recently, if I do seem to look at you oddly, walk past without saying hello or stare at you blankly, it's merely because I'm completely tuned out to my surroundings and either (1) entertaining lascivious thoughts about what I'm going to eat next, (2) feeling guilty about those lascivious thoughts or (3) wondering where I parked my car. If you ever see me at Utica Square, I'm thinking all three simultaneously.
And if you see me at Walmart, I'm not there to find the love of my life. Not intentionally, anyway.
CNNMoney.com has a story on Psychology Today magazine's findings about Walmart and how it's the most popular place for people to find love at first sight.
Based on a study of missed connection posts on Craigslist, the study found that "more people thought they saw their future spouse at Walmart than anywhere else in 15 states," the story read - states that ranged from West Virginia to Texas in the south and Idaho to the west.
Most interesting is that most missed connections for 20-somethings was an ice cream store. For 30-somethings? A bar. Forty-somethings? A strip club or adult bookstore. Lord, where do 50-somethings and older meet?
Maybe the singles among us need a National Hook a Brother/Sister Up Without Fattening Dairy, Tequila Shots or Pole Dancing Day. Obviously, that name needs work, but my heart is in the right place(ish).