things I've learned since last we met

    It's hard to want to be something that you're not, and to work for it, when the results come slow.
    My thighs are not small. I don't think they ever will be. I am, in certain ways, very strong, and I wouldn't give up the strong for the small.
    Still, I wouldn't mind seeing something different.

    I miss having a pet.

    Pretty much everything on TV on Friday nights is fuckin stupid.

    A conversation that runs from donuts to brownies to "an extra-large pizza covered with pork chops and rib eye steaks" does not lend itself to making one's hunger dissipate. It really doesn't help if the conversation happens during a walk. In 80-some-degree heat with 90-some-percent humidity.

    I realize that all guys are dumb, but why do they seem to have a universal fascination with whipped cream in a can?

    No one will ever love my blog as much as I do. I don't know why I contort myself to try and make it happen. 

    I really need to get my glasses fixed. Wearing my contacts all the time is getting way old.

    I am almost invariably put off by women on motorcycles. Not sure why, but it just doesn't work for me. Not that it matters, at all, in the whole scheme of things. I'm just sayin'. 

    For all the bad stuff that came from my experience with the guy from Mad-town, at least two good things have occurred: I started using my bank's free electronic payment system, and I've grown my fingernails. Paying bills online is the easiest thing ever, totally safe, and much less cumbersome and 'dangerous' than my previous system of trying to schedule payments made by check. And 1000 mcg of the B-vitamin Biotin once per day has resulted in strong nails that grow like crazy, and which for the first time in my adult life have rendered my hands rather ladylike and lovely in spite of the callouses and scars. (It's also made my skin smoother and my hair grow faster. Bad side: the hair on my legs grows apace, so I shave more often. Still, it's a small price to pay. Speaking of price, Biotin costs $1-something at the drug store.)

    That's all I've got for today. Anyone else know anything?

UPDATE: Things that will get you shot, once I'm running the world:

1. Carrying your tiny baby into a car show on a sunny day with outside temps at 82°F. That sounds a lot like child abuse, to me.
2. Taking your tiny dark-haired dog into that same car show. Do you think they give a fuck about classic cars?! Newsflash: dogs don't care about classic cars.
3. Sitting on your massive motorcycle parked in front of a house inhabited by an elderly couple (one of whom happens to be very ill) and next door to an apartment building, revving nonstop for 15 minutes. Do you think that makes you cool? It doesn't. It makes you look like an inconsiderate, gas-wasting ass.

The end. Really.