Wednesday's Wrandom Wrambling

Just heard that Earl is now a cat 4.  Hang on my dear friends on the east coast!  As long as you have enough diet coke on hand you should be able to weather this one eh?

We got some correspondence from 'dawg today.  Nothing exciting.  You'll have to wait until Monday. 

I hate form letters.

My left index finger will often go cold.  Nothing in particular seems to trigger it other than my normal exercise activity.  Thinking it's left over CRPS  that got kicked off because of last year's injury.  CRPS never really goes away - just into remission. 

I can live with a cold finger on occasion.

Took Jordan on my run this morning.  I don't think she was impressed.  I think she was more irritated that there was nothing to sniff but concrete.  And, clearly around mile 4 she was just too tired for all that nonsense.

I forgot to take a bag.

My apologies for the tootsie rolls in the parking lot.

Ramping up miles in preparation for the marathon.  I'm probably training all the wrong way, but I'm doing what I can.  I figure, I will finish and be happy with that.  So far, other than a sore calf muscle, feeling good.  Think I might squeak through injury free.  *knocking on wood*

Tonight is my first night working in the temple.  Got a new dress, shoes and bag for it all.  Feeling very nervous.  It's just training for the first three weeks, but I am still muy nervous.  I am more worried that the people I work with won't like me.

I sometimes forget that I am 44 and that I shouldn't care if people like me or not.

I need to ban myself from Skittles for awhile.  I think I've overdone it.  It I were to die, and someone cut me open, I'm pretty sure it would just be a colorful rainbow inside. 

I need to learn to hate sugar.

And salt.

And diet brown bubbles.

Speaking of diet brown bubbles, someone in my house keeps taking my cool special mug, so when I go to the Sev for my bev, I have to use their super big gulp cups.  They sweat.  I HATE that!  I think said person in my house needs a beat down. Me no like water drops on the outside of my cup.

Got word this morning that one of my favorite teachers at the gym was riding her bike last evening and hit by a suburban.  Flew 35 feet in the air. Shattered shoulder.  Shattered pelvis.  Multiple facial fractures.  Lifeflighted to the mother ship and in serious condition.  Internal bleeding.

If you're a praying kind - could you add her?  LH..........Heavenly Father will know who she is.