The List

1. There's something about a really good song that messes with me.

Susie, the Belly, and I downloaded a bunch of tunes onto the ole' iPod, including "The Way I Are" and Kanye West's "Stronger". When I drove the ladies home at 10:30 I was completely and totally tempted to keep driving so's I could keep listening. When Yaris and I pulled up to the house, I actually talked myself out of going for a run. I was that pumped up.

...Tha f&ck? I just know I was seriously (s'rsly) born to be a back up dancer. As I type... I'm dancing... Around... The room... Oh yeah... *tappity tap*... Uh huh... Can you see me, or can you see me?

2. I think I've stated a Shopper's DrugMart coup. Vive la resistance!

3. I went window shopping for new sneakers at The Runners Den. Girly spent a ridiculous amount of time talking about my technique and my feet, and examining my steps. Then she grabbed two shoes from her wall of plastic and rubber, and told me to choose. So, for the first time in... Well, in forever, I didn't end up with the prettiest shoe or the shoe that was the most fun. I ended up with the shoe that worked best with *ahem* "my stride". Yup, that's right. I have a stride...

Puff puff, as they say. And HERE they are.

4. There is a new air freshener in the TV room. A little canister thing that emits a puff every once and awhile. Said puff makes an upsetting "EEEEHHHN!" sound (which scrs the cat...), and the fumes are nauseating. I've just thrown up in my mouth.

5. The perv at the library is back at it. Every once and awhile he places a call to the reference desk and asks the person who answers how to spell something.

The last time he called I had to spell P-O-R-N-O-G-R-A-P-H-Y.

This time I had to spell V-A-G-I-N-A.

Really?

I always use my Hitler voice when library perv calls.

6. Crap @ss wireless... GRR!

7. I want to buy a hammock. I have no idea where I'll put it, but I know I need one. I'm thinking, when I get my place, I'll find some way of suspending it like through the studs or something. Hmm... Maybe I'll check with BSB about this. Regardless, I needs me a hammock. Just as I was born to back-up dance, I was born to rock.

8. Bubblemint gum. Get some. Do it.

9. Every night I run along the escarpment, and I pass this cutie on his bike. Every night. Every night at the same time, in the same place. At first, we did the tight-lipped downward nod. Then it escalated to the smile. Now it's at the smile and upward head bob. I'm tempted to wave next time, and see what he'd do...?

10. Speaking of running (and this is the last point, so I'm making it good), Poo and I went for a run/walk/stair climb on Wednesday, and we were on the trail passing a couple of people on their bikes who had pulled off to the side, looking up into the bushes. I assumed they were commenting on the sheer volume of golden rod. So we continued our rather boisterous talk of "waxing" when all of the hidey-ho I get the uber hairy eyeball from biker girly because we'd scared off the deer they were watching.

We scared a deer. We scared a deer talking about waxing...