Best of Intentions

I intend to find this man and ask for roughly $30,000. Not much to ask considering he just won $232.1 million, right?

I'd actually start out high, like at $100,000, but instead of calling it that, I'd say 1/2321 of his winnings. If he says no, I'll work my way down and tell him I'll settle for a mere 30 g'z which would allow me to pay off student loans and take a little time off work to figure life out while still being able to pay the frickin comcast bill. Oh and rent.

Not a bad idea.

I intended to start my marathon training last week. I did..kind of. I was a little pressed for time so apparently I thought it was a good idea to run minimally m-th and then do a big bang of a workout on Friday.

(I actually didn't plan it that way, it just happened.)

So I set out to discover where the Kenworth Trail/North Cedar Lake Trail/Calhoun-ish area/ etc. all connects. Well I found it and it only took me about 15 miles to do so. Oh and did I mention I left at about 6:30 or 7 on Friday night and got home well after 9? Yeah, I did. I totally got lost. But I kept thinking I was going the right way and just underestimated the distance. Kind of true. Kind of took a wrong turn. Either way, here I am, kind of sore.

It was an emotional run. I saw a 3 legged dog hopping that made me tear up, not to be confused with the time a bug flew in my eye and I had to stop and cry it out. Then I passed an overweight teenage boy in one of those wheelchair hand bikes. He couldn't get enough momentum to make it across this giant intersection so his dad had to try to push him to get him started. It was one of those situations that you don't know if offering to help would be a nice gesture or a bit humiliating.

I can't be the hero all the time, people.

But I was on Saturday. Call me the sister that saved the honeymoon. I picked the Smiths up promptly at 4:00am, but guess what? They slept in. After looking at the weather report, I think God is thanking me because it is perfectly scheduled to rain every and/or every other day this week which means no sod watering for the housesitter. My duties are restricted to putting out the trash, getting the mail, and waving to Jim and Elaine so they think Megan is home. I am crossing my fingers for an animal folded towel or some sort of cruise-ish parting gift in return for my hard work.

Are you tired of hearing about my weekend yet? Because I'm not even halfway done.

Toni's wedding, blahblahblah, it was beautiful, blahblahblah, went running and got torrential rained on, blahblahblah, kelsey caught me watching that Jonas brothers sitcom blahblahblah, here I am, Monday morning.

There you have it.

Now I'm going to eat my lunch and change my bad attitude.