Yesterday I was out riding my bike and a van drove by me. It was a company van for one of those services that specializes in intense cleaning in homes. For instance, if there had been a fire or a flooded basement, this company would come and clean up the smoke damage or water damage or whatever. (for a hefty fee, I'm sure)

Anyway, on the side of this van were the following words: "specializing in damage from smoke * water * mold * mildew * blood".

Blood? Is that a common problem? A room that you just can't clean yourself because of the blood spatter pattern on the walls and ceiling? A floor so saturated from the spreading pool of blood that you know you'll never get it clean, especially if it dries before you can find a mop?

Something tells me that if you have giant, uncleanable blood stains scattered throughout your house, you have bigger problems to contend with than stain removal!

I'm just saying.

THE BIGGEST LOSER

So last nite I met some friends at an outdoor bar on the waterfront to go see our favorite band doing an accoustic show. Aside from the beautiful night (wonderfully mosquito free on the ocean) the balmy weather and the exquisite full moon, the music was great and the beer was free. (well, not free, I just didn't pay for any. 2 beers and a diet coke from 3 different people who INSISTED on buying. Hey, if you insist)

During one of the breaks, a band member walked over and was talking to us. What started out as small talk turned into a contest for who was, in fact, the biggest loser. I, of course, have the whole "I live in an apartment over my best friend's garage" thing going for me. So that trumped the "I had to trade my awesome truck in for a Scion because gas costs too much" and "I thought that guy was trying to pick me up, but it turns out he was waving to the girl standing behind me". However, tonight, I lost this bet. Guitar guy won with "I just got divorced, I live in my younger brother's house, and the only decoration in my one room is a poster of The Joker".

So even though I didn't buy any of my own drinks, I did have to buy a drink for the biggest loser of the night. Which is actually a good thing.

CHECK IN

I have been having so much fun in June. Which is great. Not so great for my June goals, though.

1) Eating plan...not so much. I'm still mucking around trying to figure out what I am trying to do. I got some sports nutrition books I'm reading, trying to get my plan in order. So there ya go.

2) Ok, what is the deal with not being able to find Revolution Within anywhere? (library, borders, barnes and noble, used book stores) So I have decided upon Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions instead. Because I, for one, still think Gloria Steinem rocks! I got the book, I'm about 1/2 way thru.

3) Finished a sprint triathlon! I am smitten.

4) Going to the movies this weekend.

5) Haven't seen the live music yet. Maybe this weekend. or next.

6) Haven't opened the craft box yet. I'll get on it. I swear.

But if I don't, its because I'm too busy out having fun.

SUMMER LOVE (AGAIN)

I have just fallen in love. And his name is triathalon. I did my first sprint this weekend, and I am smitten!

BUGS ON THE WINDSHIELD

You know the saying that God never closes a door without opening a window? It gives hope to folks who are going through a hard time, in that it suggests that something good is bound to happen and things will eventually balance out.

Well, this week, I have started to believe that the reverse is true, as well. I've been having such a good, summery week, loving life and feeling like everything is fantastic. And then...I injure my shoulder while putting on a sports bra and then some therapy tubing snaps while I am working with a patient and it hits me in the eye, ripping my contact lens! COME ON!!

I guess the universe never puts the top down without splattering bugs on the windshield!

MOSQUITO SEASON IS HERE

It's official: Pollen season is over. Mosquito season has begun. A brand new batch has just hatched.

ONE YEAR AGO....

I was looking at my calender today, trying to get my summer plans in order. (the weekends are filling up quick) And what I noticed was...Bay to Breakers was about 3 1/2 weeks ago.

Which means: it's been just about one year since my very last phone call with M. The one where he said "I just don't have the energy or desire to put any more effort into this relationship", hung up, and never accepted another phone call or email from me again.

It's weird. I expected to feel sad and melancholy. Maybe start obsessing over "where the hell is my life going?" and "how did I get here?" But what I felt was...nothing. I just a kind of thought "hmmm".

I guess I'm just too caught up in summertime and working out and work and family stuff to really have any extra energy to devote to feeling sad. I guess that's a good thing.
HMMM....