Rock your inner Jackson Pollock

Paint your own Pollock without the mess.

THIS is my horoscope today. This?

"Although these are uncertain times filled with potential hazards, you may be unflinchingly optimistic about your future today. Your feelings are intensified. Loving Venus trines passionate Pluto, as the dark lord of the underworld nears the end of his long-term visit to your sign. You are through the most challenging part, yet you still must allow your feelings to complete the transformation. Don't rush the process; you'll arrive at your destination on time."

Um...first of all, I had NO idea the dark lord of the underworld was visiting! I would have at least gone to Costco for some apps.

And, I was twenty minutes late for work today. Hel-lo! A little accuracy?

October-December Romance

It's Brendan's birthday today! He's 34.

I never really think about how much closer he is to the winter of his life than I am until his birthday. Maybe it's because it's October...and fall. Maybe it's the leaves turning orange, then tan, shriveling and trembling on barren branches...or the Earth's inevitable turn from green to brown to gray.

But, still I find myself in a fantastic mood. After all, I won't be 34 for a couple more months.

So...any ideas on what to get him? The gift I was supposed to get him has fallen through.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

So...I may have miscalculated with this whole marathon training thing. (It's this Sunday.)

I'm not sure if I did enough training. I thought I had, but the last few runs. Ugh.

I also haven't lost a single pound...and in fact, I have a sneaking suspicion I may have gained a couple. I don't get it. How can you gain weight when you're running 14 miles, 16 miles, 18 miles? I mean, I only stopped for snacks a couple of times during my long runs, opting to wolf down a bag of Combos over something nutritious and gross like a banana.

I did do the 20 miler. And, honestly? That went great.
But, last Monday we had a ninety-degree day...and I ran a 13 miler, and by running, I mean whimpered and cried and crawled wondering who replaced my hips and knees with a ninety year old man's. I think I finished it on Thursday. It was hell.

Then, I ran a seven miler tonight. Not good.

It looks like it's going to be miles of the old man shuffle again. Gee, I hope someone has a camera.