El Mariachi

I am heading off to Austin this evening on what it turns out is CINCO DE MAYO! Now before you get all excited as you think about all of the exciting festivities I will participate in (read: speaking softly and carrying a big stick...what?), bear in mind that I am only going for a workshop/conference for my job. This conference has such exciting segments as "Regional Reliability Standards - Top Ten Questions" and "Elements of a Culture of Compliance."

I hope those "elements" are cookies and back rubs. That would encourage me to be compliant.

It is probably best that I don't party anyways as I am bearing down into the home stretch of the weight loss contest (that apparently encourages me to eat boogers). I don't know if it's accurate or not, but the word on the street about one of my competitors is that he will likely have lost thirty to thirty-five pounds by the contest's end, which is, uh, much less than I have lost.* The most difficult thing about his potential weight loss is that he was the lightest to start with, so each pound he loses is worth more than every pound I lose because we are measuring weight loss on a percentage of starting weight level.

Once again I am defeated by math (see also: the college physics course I thought it was a good idea to take as an elective because the professor claimed it was not math-intensive; let's just say I would hate to see a math-intensive course from that professor), but at least I am headed to Texas. Yippie-kai-yay.

*This statement may or may not be accurate (but probably is)**.
**This parenthetical phrase may or may not be accurate (but probably is).