My back is back

My back hasn't been bothering me for months and now I know why. I haven't been walking at all regularly. Now that I am, my back is screaming! I don't want to stop walking now that I'm finally into it again but I hate being in pain every day. Damn stupid back!

So last night instead of walking on the treadmill I did the Walk Away the Pounds 1 mile tape. I thought changing up my activity might help but no, not so much. I still have back pain this morning.

We're moving my dad into a smaller apartment on Saturday. Ugh. He's mad about it and making it into such a big fucking production that I can't even stand to talk to him right now. For example, I found out yesterday that I've been appointed by the president of my state's library association to serve a 2 year term on one of the association's standing committees. I'm pretty excited about it. I called my dad to tell him and he barely had anything to say about it. All he wanted to talk about was:

• whether he should wash all his glassware (which he never uses) before moving so he can start out with eveything clean
• why Big B and I would make plans with our mother & stepfather for dinner on Saturday knowing we would have to move him (We made the plans weeks ago before we knew his move date because surprisingly, we have lives beyond him)
• why The Saint and I can't come up Friday night to start moving him (We have dinner plans with my in-laws)

He is literally moving across the hall from a 2 bedroom apartment into a 1 bedroom. This is not a big deal. It will not take us all day especially if he starts moving little things over there today. He has a key for the new place already.

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I don't know if I have mentioned this before but I am a midget magnet. Or perhaps they're dwarves. I'm not sure what the difference is but as one of my co-workers teases me "I see little people." Often. I know people who have never seen a midget/dwarf in real life. Ever. I have encountered probably at least 4 in the past year alone. I have nothing against them, I just think it's odd that I see them as frequently as I do.

Friday night The Saint and I were out to dinner at the only nice restaurant in our little town. We were in a booth and I had my back to the door. Out of no where The Saint starts laughing and won't tell me why. He's just shaking his head. Finally when we were getting ready to leave, he said "Look in the bar on the way out. There's a midget in there."

I of course didn't believe him but sure enough, there he was. Not only was he a midget/dwarf but he was black. What are the odds of encountering a black midget/dwarf while out to dinner? Evidently very high if you're me.