karma is kind of a butt.

changing clothes to go on a lunchtime run always reminds me of that clothes changing relay race. did you ever do that? there are 2 versions - wet or dry. you put a set of clothes on over your clothes [or your bathing suit] and run [swim] to the other end of the course where you remove the clothes and the next person puts them on and so on. if you ever play the swimming version, do your best to be first in line.

on npr today, a reporter said of strom thurmond that he is «so moderate he recently became a democrat» and i feel compelled to point out here that the dems are no more known for their moderacy than the gop'ers are. mr thurmond claims he considered himself a moderate republican and was stranded by his party as it continually moved to the right, so he changed parties. sounds reasonable. oh, and then there is the fact that his electorate changed from virtually all republican to virtually all democrat over the past few years and so mr i-been-here-since-before-you-was-bornded was going to have a wee bit of trouble getting re-elected. perhaps he changed parties because he feels the dems platform is more representative of his core values. or, perhaps he changed parties because washington dc is the only home he can remember.

okay, so here is something i hate - when i open a new tab in i-e and click on the address bar before the new window is finished loading, the entire i-e will lock up. i don't know if it's this computer that's wack or i-e, and not that i wouldn't put it past either one, but i blame i-e. this computer is sweet & kind & loving. i'm not saying anything bad about this computer. but, i-e is busted up when it does that thing it does.

speaking of busted up, my ankle is better but still hurts. i realized i told no less than three people in completely separate situations - one soccer mate & two running buddies - that i was bored on the soccer field and then bored during long runs. karma bit me in the ankle. «bored, eh?» said karma «okay then how 'bout you take a wee little break! bwah-hah-hah!»

last night at soccer while i wasn't playing, one of the other players was saying to one of the otherer players -- «girl get out there & play!» -- and the otherer one said -- «just a minute i am trying to catch my breath.» -- and the first one said -- «you are 22 years old, girl, get out there!» -- and the otherer one said -- «i've got pleuresy, you jackass!!» HAHAHA. okay, pleuresy=not funny. jackass=funny. and, yes, you probably did have to be there.