Half-empty

Christa is drinking the Scott Baker of coffee. You can only take so much before you just need to dump it.

That was my Facebook status for 1.8 seconds. I took it off because I forgot how much I hate when people put opinionated things in that little box. It just opens doors for comments, good and bad, and then you're not sure if you should respond because what's the etiquette on responding to comments on your own Facebook status? I'm not sure..so I don't do it.

I'm not sure how other people really feel about Baker. He hasn't been all that impressive which is why I compared him to cheap, watery, lukewarm coffee, but there are three reasons why I opted out of adding my negative opinions on to your Facebook news feed this morning.

1. It's still early. As in both the season and the day. I do not want to jinx either. Both could just be off to a lukewarm, watered down start, but the potential for turning things around is definitely still there.

2. What are the other options? Seriously. Pitching-wise..I have no suggestions. Coffee-wise..I could pay 85 cents for a dixie cup of French Vanilla from the 1989 vending machine. Any bold statement needs a solid argument to back it up. Since I have no suggestions or spare change, I'll leave it up to Soulja Boy to Tell Em. But until then..

3. I forgot my third reason. So I'll just tell you that I listened to Falling Slowly, the Kris Allen American Idol version, 8 times this morning with no shame. Also, my tighter than normal pants are a constant reminder of the 8 different types of cake I ate last night at the Biggest Loser Cake Luck.

Here's to running the Cedar Lake Trail until I find myself walkin on walkin on broken glass..at the Shout House..ok..cheers.