So I didn't tell you that I signed up for a class…

Since I wasn't sure until the last minute that I would actually go, but I did. Now don't get all excited I'm not going for some degree in a field that I wouldn’t be using anyway. No, I decided to try something old – fashioned that used to work for people something called: nutrition, what a concept? The class meets only once a month and there were only about eight of us there, and the certified nutritionist. The first class was about foodborne illnesses and safety in preparing food and all possibilities were discussed. Kim, the nutritionist was kind enough to allow questions during the discussion which was not a lecture. Unfortunately, or fortunately I interjected quite a bit since I took a course on nutrition besides being trained by the health department about food safety before we opened our restaurant years ago. Kim was very good about it and I apologized after the class was over stating my problem of being used to be in charge and teaching classes and training people, etc. etc. Sometimes I attend these lectures and I act a little like Horshack from the old Welcome Back Kotter TV show. I don't exactly go ooo, ooo, but I do raise my hand an awful lot. And not to be a know it all, but sometimes I feel like they're teaching a kindergarten class and I should be in the advanced senior high-class and I even found a mistake in her presentation from her own passed out literature, bad Tobi. Where it states the way to wash produce I had suggested vinegar and water and she said no that it should be either just water or veggie cleaner they sell you in the grocery. On the last page of her handout it stated: wash all fruits and vegetables with warm water and vinegar or soap, aha! Any of you by now are probably thinking what the heck was I doing there if I was going to have an attitude of: know- it- all- ism, and you would be right, but I never know what I'm going to do until I get there, ha! I was last to get there for the class, so unlike me I'm usually the first, but this way when I was the last to leave it gave me an excuse to ask some more questions of a personal nature. I was given an online site called: myfitnesspal.com and I will see if it could be an answer to me dealing with my obesity. Heaven knows that was my real reason for going, self serving, as usual. The class is free from that organization H2U with your membership, its two hours or less once a month. I still have some misgivings and even though Kim was very polite I know I must have annoyed the hell out of her and I said maybe I shouldn’t come next time and this was after the class when everyone had left. But she insisted that everything was all right and that I did nothing wrong. A month is a long time to mull it over… And so once again I will have to try and think hard if the world is ready for me to be in it with my ooo, ooo’s whenever I know I know it and tell about my personal experiences… I guess that I am a train wreck… And perhaps, everyone should be inoculated against me? These are the stories of a lonely person who gets out into the world very infrequently and feels that everyone has to know her name and everything about her. Is there an illness that meets this criterion? If there is there has to be an organization that I can contact called, ‘I gotta tell everybody everything and I think I know more than you do but probably not, but to be fair… it's possible! Not really. ’ Sure it is! Isn't it? Help me, help me, and help me…NOW! All right, when you get around to it, but hurry before it's too late, oh did I mention, please? It's always nice to be able to end the day with all of you and me knowing that when I air my dirty laundry here it stays here in perpetuity; how great is that? Some people leave their children money, stocks and bonds, real-estate, jewelry or what have you, but I felt this online diary would be a wonderful way to keep embarrassing them after I left this planet, ha! Who was it that said, ‘always leave them laughing’? Ah yes, the title of the 1949 movie starring Milton Berle. This is just a little twist on that concept, all right a bigger one, but that’s me, blatantly twist it that was supposed to be: slightly twisted not blatantly twist it; but I think Dragon’s was more accurate, oh well… On that more than you wanted to know dissertation of my nightly offering to all of you, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count all of your blessings and share all of your overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?