Thoughtless

I have decided to stop writing my private thoughts down for a while because I haven't been thinking too much lately, so I have nothing to write down. I will probably have more thoughts after E's book about me comes out. But since these are my personal and private thoughts that nobody can read but me... who cares.

I will have more very interesting thoughts after August 18th

Random Thoughts # 1

Lady in the Supermarket, when I asked how old your toddler was I didn't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," would have done just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't care in the first place.

Holiday Blues

When the phone rang this morning I knew who it was. Who else would be calling so early--on a holiday, no less? Sybil. "Are you ready?" she asked. "Who is this?" I said, but of course I knew who it was, and I knew why she was calling. It was once again time to practice for our 10K. "I'll be there in twenty minutes," she said all cheery like, and hung up before I could make an excuse. Why, oh why, oh why did I ever agree to participate in this dumb race? I hate running. I hate sweating. I hate when my heart beats so hard it feels like it's going to burst. And as I sat there on the edge of me bed I thought: "I hate Sybil." But she's my best friend. So, I got up, got dressed and put on my brand new running shoes. And while the rest of America was sleeping in because what else would you do on a holiday, I went out to run. Ugh!

New Shoes

I just went shopping with Sybil for tennis shoes this afternoon. We need really good shoes if we're going to run a 10K. The shopping was fun. I bought the cutest pair of shoes-silver with pink accents. Now I am all out of excuses for not training. Darn!

Honestly, I don't see a reason to run if you are not trying to get away from a monster, or catch a bus. Running for the sake of running is dumb. Isn't it? Okay, Sybil wants to start training on Saturday. I'm thinking I wake up Saturday morning with a raging case of swine flu. You think she'll go for it?

Ten K

My best friend, Sybil, entered us in a 10 k for one of her dumb causes, but of course I didn't tell her that's what I thought when she said she'd entered us. Instead I said "Yipee." Then I went home and got out a dictionary. For those of you who are metrically challenged--like me--a ten K is 6.2 miles. When I read this I really, really wanted to go over to her house and beat her up. Then I remembered she's my best friend. *Sigh.* The 10 k is in July. We're supposed to start training in a few days. Yeah, right! I need a cup cake.

I WANT CANDY

Yesterday I found a bag of candy corn left over from Easter. I wound up eating the whole thing. I LOVE candy. So sue me.

Just Wondering #1

If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from? Just Wondering.