It seems I am not done with the polite/proper/crazy conversation!
It was race day.
I was in the midst of running 13.1 miles!
There is a break station about every two miles.
You stop in, grab a drink, drop it and run.
I KNOW that my time was several seconds longer because of the first station.
I had a sip, and then…the cup…stuck in my hand.
THROW IT ON THE GROUND???
I never do this.
litter bug litter bug litter bug
give a hoot, don’t pollute and all that shit!
I did throw it down,
it was VERY hard though.
I’ll tell you the truth…
I didn’t get over it until the stop at the 8 mile mark…
There was a nice little surprise at the end…
The last break station,
had a trash can right there for me!!!
Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) *
hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!*
I do forget to recycle*
LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)*
Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction*
Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties*
True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)*
did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me*
can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings*
I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year*
can't help my right brain optimism*
been a foster mom*
am a very grateful mom of adopted children*
worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier*
this is me...pretty much
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