Monday, September 6, 2010

Labor Day options

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Labor Day is the last long weekend of the summer. Here is a bit about its origins:

Though President Grover Cleveland declared Labor Day a national holiday in 1894, the occasion was first observed on Sept. 5, 1882, in New York City. A parade was organized by the city's Central Labor Union, a branch of the Noble Order of the Knights of Labor, a secretive labor union founded in 1869 by a clique of Philadelphia tailors. He made the first Monday in September a federal holiday in honor of the workingman.

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So, for those of you who are off today and thinking about what you should do, here are a few ideas...

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You could putter around the house and water those neglected house plants that are in dire need of attention.

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Gather some friends together and toss the ball around.

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Or just head to to the beach...

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For some relaxing fun in the sun.

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You could also drive to the mall and do some window-shopping...

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And maybe get yourself a sassy new outfit for the upcoming holiday season.

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For those of you back in school, you could crack open the books and catch up on your studies...

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Or just frak-it-all and veg on the couch and watch some TV.

Me...I'm heading to the gym.

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What, you may ask yourself, would motivate me to go workout on a holiday when everyone else is out and about enjoying their last moments of summertime freedom?

Well, there are two reasons....

First: I don't have any other plans.

Second: You'll never guess who was working out next to me at my very unglamorous gym here in the Valley on Saturday...

HINT: The guy in all of the photos in this post.

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He's so very not-unattractive in person.

I'm sure when Dwayne is done updating his blog today, he'll head right to the gym like I am and be very thankful that I was there to keep him company and entertained with hours of useless pop culture references, awkward geek-filled stories about my childhood, and perplexing justifications for my apparent lack of relevant job skills or career successes as an adult.

They can't issue restraining orders on a holiday, can they?

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