More like White Sux

(I'm going to continue to write about overweight women just so you get the 'plus size match.com' ad every time you visit this blog.)

Just kidding, because I really can't afford to give up my Tuesday night spinning to watch More to Love. And my recent track record for not waking up on time demands I ban myself from Netflix and DVR after 9:30 PM. Plus I remembered writing something about how I wasn't going to watch (as much) tv anymore. whoops.

In my defense, I have been doing an A+ job at running daily...5 days in a row, still going strong. Although it took me 1.5 hours to make myself put on running shorts and another hour to make it out the door, I did it. Yes, I was gone for maybe 30 minutes and yes, I stuffed my ipod and credit card down my shirt to go Target post-run and yes I forgot they were there until 11:30 at night. That's nearly 4 hours of Girl Talk in a sports bra. Also the equivalent of 1 Twins game and 1 episode of FNL and however long it took me to redo my blog.

(ff 1 hr for evacuation drill that had me sitting in a parking lot with 1,000 people over 40 talking about humidity and strange weather patterns of July 2009)

In honor of the Twins big V last night, here's a cute pic of Duensing.

Duensing: "You wanted to see me?" Gardenhire: "Not really. You're starting. That's all."

I always love that one.

I couldn't be happier about the sweep. I love the close games that end with a Twins win, I love moving into 2nd place officially and I hate the Sox. All's well in my world.

Which got me thinking. My life is pretty good these days considering my biggest worry is whether or not I recorded Entourage in HD or reg.

ROUGH LIFE.

Oh, that and being out of gas. I gotta fill the two tone up with the Premium, she's so much higher maintenance than the Cam ever was. and the Maplewood gas stations are t-r-o-u-b-l-e around 4:15 PM on Thursdays. No joke. Shady things happening over here. Makes me happy I live on the other side of the river....I hope that wasn't racist/sexist/age-ist etc. Merely a preference of gas station crowds. But today I forfeited my freedom to choose as the gas light is on and girl has her tongue wagging for some 93 octane.