Juxtaposition

Although it is totally inappropriate to blog about things you might see in the locker room in the gym I can think of a few situations that would merit narrowly broadcast (is that an oxymoron?) dissemination. One of this situations (theoretically speaking) may play as follows:

Short of breath and sweaty, our heroine climbs up the stairs of the gym to the locker room after her usual cardio, crunch and stretch session.

Can we talk about the stairs going to the locker room for just a sec? Our heroine works hard to lower her heart rate during the crunch and stretch portion of her workout only to have it raise again going up the stairs.....does that seem right?

As the heroine enters the locker room she braces herself for the compulsory visual assault of the token woman drying her hair in front of the tree way mirror TOTALLY NAKED. Instead her eye is immediately caught by a striking lower back tattoo on one of the gym patrons.

You know the type (see above): a black and white design that does not mean much of anything. That is, unless you ask the Wedding Crashers. They viewed the lower back tattoo as an indication of a girl's willingness to acquiesce to their wanton suggestions.

The tattoo that our heroine came across was, in itself, a run-of-the-mill back tatoo. It appeard to be well done in a opaque true black ink (as opposed to a off black/blue) with very clean edges (no whiskery outlines). Overall not anything to blog about - if a person would be so bold as to blog about what she had seen in the gym loker room.

What makes this tattoo notable is that it was paired with a very stirdy pair of white cotton brief underpants. What would the Wedding Crashers think of that?

Namesake

This morning I arrived at work to find a package on my desk from "Zee Parents". I am delighted to inform you all that the namesake of this blog, Zeena Porcelina, has arrived in Boston to serve as my muse. Zeena Porcelina is a doll that my Grandma Salem gave me when I was little. As her name might sigguest, she is an exotic thing and as soon as I can make arrangements, I will take picture and post it for all to admire! In case you were wondering: Yes, I did name her myself and No, I have no idea how I cam up with that name.

Missed Opportunity

My friend Amanda tuned me onto 12 on 12 wherein a person (just like you or me) takes twelve pictures over the course of the 12th day of the month. (last Sunday) This person then posts the twelve pictures with clever explanations on a blog. (like this one) It would have been nice for me to do that on Sunday, huh? (especially since I 'played' tennis with Chuck) Unfortunately, I did not. Look for that fun next month. In the meantime, I am starting a "100 things about Bryna" post the be revealed at a later date. Suggestions welcome.

Ribs

There is a broad appreciation for ribs–both pork and beef–primarily from the opposite sex, but when I find myself at a food establishment specializing in such I pour over the menu in search of a salad, fajitas or something similarly boneless.

My husband Chuck is a rib-loving guy. He is quick to suggest a a rib joint when we have plans for dinner and, despite his slender physique, can be counted on to order the "Texas-sized" platter.

Despite my practice of avoiding traditional smokehouse fare I always, upon Chuck's hearty recommendation, sample a rib or two. I endure the messy but sweet, sticky but delightfully tangy sauce to literally suck the tender meat from the bone. My regret for not ordering my own rack is immediate and deep as I unenthusiastically return to my boneless meal after wiping my fingers clean with a wet wipe.

I had an opportunity to change my ways Friday night when we went to the Village Smokehouse to have dinner with friends. Despite Chuck's reminder of how much I enjoyed sampling his previous orders, I found myself dining on fajitas and, of course, a few ribs from his "Texas-sized" order.

I have it it in mind, however, that next time given the opportunity, I will proudly order myself a rack of ribs, with coleslaw on the side and leave the boneless meals for the less adventurous diners.