everybody's got their something

Last night, Al Gore was on Jay Leno. OH MAN! I heart that Democrat. As he sat there making terribly witty cracks, completely self-deprecating - but in the totally for laughs kind of way, not at all grasping for sympathy - and perfectly wonderful, I dreamt about what could have been. Eight years with Gore in the White House, instead of this monkey-brained man "we" elected. (Sorry, that's actually kind of insulting to monkeys. I'll call him a mouse-brained man instead, as I'm very familiar with how dumb and annoying those little damn creatures are - today one bit my shirt as it escaped from me - I was just checking for prostate tumors, SHEESH!) Anyway, point is that Al Gore is hysterical. The best quip he made was about how before the 2000 election he always thought that there were "winners" and "losers," but then he discoved a little known "third category." And I'll admit it, I wish he were Mr. President.

Today, I was late to work. The reason here is two-fold: #1, my boss is gone and I had to take advantage of that fact and #2, the bus sat for about 10 minutes in a line of cars on Terwilliger as people helped usher a Mama Duck and her Little Ducklings across the road. It was SOOOO adorable! Sometimes I love Portland so much. Not only did everyone stop dead on the road, both directions, but the people nearest the front got out and actually helped the ducks get across. It was pretty nice. Sometimes people are okay. Even after they elect mouse-brained men.

I've been running a lot more these days. It's good for me. I have missed it. I didn't do a good job this winter, and I definitely didn't do a good job while I was in class. Now it's time to get serious. I might go buy some new running shoes to celebrate. Plus, mine are past their prime. And with my penchant for injury, I know that's a bad thing. Damn bow-legged Dad...plus, he gave me the gray hair, too...and bad eyes...he better at least pay for my wedding if I ever get around to getting married.

Okay, I have to go look at my Western Blot now. Work is bugging the crap out of me, as I feel like I'm the only one doing anything. That's life sometimes, I guess. Today, when I picked up the prostates, I didn't drop them. I had a white-knuckled death grip on them to make sure of it, but still...go me!

xoxo