Good morning, people-types.  I had an Anatomy/Physiology teacher in High School that used to address his students as "people-types" - the guy was a complete dick.   He told my sister she shouldn't consider nursing as a career choice.  My mother, the nurse, came in to meet with him and ripped him a new one.  So by the time I started his class, he was more than familiar with my last name.  

One day, toward the end of our year together, he said something to me and I replied to him with, "Sure thing, teacher-type."  For some reason I didn't get in trouble.  But proof that I have spent my life being mouthy.

Anyway, off of that to say, GOOD MORNING!

Last night I watched the Atlanta Falcons shit the bed in a spectacular fashion in the Super Bowl.

I also made some killer chili dogs for us to enjoy.  It wasn't all bad.  Just the part where the Falcons blew a 20 point lead.  The commercials were kind of lackluster this year, too.  I mean I do appreciate the messages of inclusion and diversity.  But give me dachshunds dressed as hot dogs and the funny ads of yesterbowl...

That said, the Kristen Schaal 50 Shades of T-Mobile ads worked for me, mostly because I love Kristen Schaal.

Anyway, the Super Bowl is over, which means that Valentine's Day, Mardi Gras, and St. Patrick's Day are up next.

Not that I celebrate any of those to any great degree.  Back in the day, I would use the day after Valentine's Day to score a box of chocolate at a deep, deep discount.   Matt and I don't really do much.  I might do something fun for dinner- like one year I did a heart-shaped meatloaf, but...meh.

I packed my lunch and some great snacks this morning and left the whole thing on the counter in the kitchen.  Oh, Monday - you saucy little bitch!

So, I took my first MASSIVE dose of Vitamin D yesterday.  That's not a euphemism.  My doctor wants to get my level up, so once a week for 12 weeks, I'll be taking a 50,000 IU Vitamin D capsule.  I will assume it was that, and not my chili dogs that caused my early morning stomach ache.

I have a quiet week at work - I need to work on some documentation for onboarding new customers - but I don't have anything on the schedule.  I transition from current manager to new interim manager today.  Which means pretty much nothing.

I'm going to go back to vitamins for a minute.  When I was a kid, Dad would pick us from school from time to time if we had to stay late, or we had an appointment, or whatever.  But he drove, at the time, a pickup truck.  And I remember, more than once, climbing up in the cab, and dad would slide a Mounds bar to me across the bench seat, saying, "You're looking a little deficient in Vitamin M".

With memories like this hard-coded in my DNA - to say nothing of my fathers' influence thereof, are we surprised at all that I struggle now?

I'm aware this is also the second time in roughly a week where I've featured a candy bar.  That's how I roll, apparently.  That said, I'm still off the sugar.  Now, I haven't started dieting in the stricter sense, but baby steps, my peeps.

And for now, that's all I've got.

Oh, actually - one last thing - got the postcard from my mammogram - free and clear!  So, I've got that going for me.

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TMI, forever and always!