Just the other day, YaYa noticed this bracelet on my jewelry tree. With cable cars and bridges, it’s a great souvenir of the famed San Francisco. At this point in time, it’s probably a collector’s items as well.

Some people complain that the cheerleaders are more of a distraction from the game than anything else. I’d have to agree. I mean, look at how cute they are. As long as the boys aren’t getting slammed because they’re checking out the cheer squad, I’m okay with my missing a few plays due to me watching them struggle to remember the cheer and move in the wrong direction. If they’re that much of a distraction, maybe they could come out to Portland with me and give me a high-five or two along the race course.

…light my fire

Once again, my water heater’s pilot has self-extinguished. It’s a safety mechanism for the kind of water heater that I have which is designed to prevent the buildup of lint from igniting.

Mine must be hyper-sensitive for the tiniest amount of lint will cause it to extinguish the fire. And some unknown amount of time later, I get the joy of taking an ice-cold shower. “Oh, Come ON!” I shout. Then I head down to the garage and light my fire AGAIN.

YaYa’s return to the team equals the return to salads, tofu, and a little running. This week’s weight limit is 86 pounds. With a pound per week allotted, we’re going to be able to eat pasta again just in time for my pre-long run carboloading.