After many a dropped egg, Mr. & Mrs. Bird are building their new home a few beams down from my front door. Here’s hoping that their eggs stay in the nest this time.
Naked
I am always fastinated by the number of naked Barbie dolls than can inhabit a household. I have a theory as to their nakedness, dispite an overabundance of clothing. It’s because the clothes are too difficult for the little girls to dress their dolls due to all those tiny buttons and velcro fasteners.
By the way, the boys’ equivalent of this is models and extravangent Lego sets which can only be assembled by geniuses or with parent involvement.
In my household, parent involvement provides little benefit. If anyone out there is handy with model cars, please stop by. And if any of you want to send YaYa a gift, please do NOT sent a model or Lego set.
To believe or not to believe…
Once again, the integrity of the athletes we’ve come to admire has been questioned. If it’s not one sport, it’s another. If not fidelity, than doping. We want to believe in the athletes whom we cheer. For their amazing performances, we liken them to well-oiled machines.
Years ago, it was Floyd Landis that I believed in. Today, as he admits to having lied all along, then accuses every other cyclist whom I also have come to admire and believe in, my world is shaken. It’s like finding out that Santa Claus doesn’t exist.
For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who don’t believe, no proof is possible. — Stuart Chase
In Love
I’ve fallen in love – with my VFF’s. Love, as you may know from your own experiences, can make you do crazy things. This has been the case with me.
Over the past few days, I’ve run in my VFF’s every day. The distance run has gotten progressively longer. And, although I could feel my calves tightening significantly after day two, I still took them out to the open space today.
I’m finding that these things are quite the attention getters. I hadn’t even put on my hat when the first person approached me. “Are you going to run HERE in THOSE?” he asked. I explained that I was exploring new ground so to speak – that I had yet to run in them more than 3 miles at a time. This was run #3 and I was psyched at the “playground” feel they’ve given to my recent runs.
Cheers to Team Radio Shack
Look closely. Do you see the drinks on the table in front of Lance Armstrong?
This is actually a roving billboard for Team Radio Shack. When the driver stopped in for fuel at the same restaurant as us he parked just outside the window — which just looked too cool not to repeatedly click my camera until I got just the right shot.