The road goes on forever and the - sunshine never ends?

It's not easy being green, or so Kermit thought. Well that may be, but for me it's not easy being nice. My natural (or nurtural) inclination is rather negative and biting, but I try to always take into account how blessed I am. Every reaction is a choice. I can choose to be positive or negative, and then I tie on my rainbow apron and bake sprinkle joy cupcakes for all my talking animal friends =)

But seriously kids, it's hard to keep what I like to refer to as the "Sunshine Tank" running on full. Do you ever have those days when it feels like somebody syphoned your sunshine tank? I know I do. Today was one of those days.

All we can do is eat another sprinkle joy cupcake and keep on trucking. Just don't miss your chances to fill up.

Just for that, I'm changing both of the TVs to Dr. 90210

Gym story #398.5

This lady straight up took my treadmill tonight at the gym. It was a little crowded tonight at the ol' B. Works so I didn't get my usual treadmill, but I adjusted and chose one further down the way. One of the greatest things I enjoy at the gym is the cable. So rather than parking myself in front of one of the many tvs featuring C-SPAN or ESPN, I borrow a remote and choose something shallow, like The Real World or Kimora Lee Simmons: Life in the Fab Lane. So I find my treadmill and am immediately faced with the task of "saving" it. Luckily gym math is universal:

Water Bottle+Magazine=Reserved

Universal, or so I thought. I quickly bounce over to the front desk for a remote, and when I come back - there she is. I was gone for literally 10 seconds, tops. She had to see me marking my territory with said water bottle and back issue of Entrepreneur magazine (swiped from the rack). So what was she doing?! She was gettin' her work out on..... on MY treadmill. I saw my magazine tossed on the floor behind her and my water bottle sitting next - wait. That wasn't my water bottle! Mine was still in the little cup holder thingy. Could this lady be any more blatant with her hostile takeover of my treadmill? I think not. I had to reach around her and take it out myself.

Nothing. She did nothing. She didn't even flinch. No apology, no embarrassed expression. She was just running. Running with her short hair, and her Nike shorts and her iPod arm band thing, and her old, but not as old as it should look b/c she works out all of the time b/c she's married to her career and probably doesn't have any friends skin. Bleck!

She can have the treadmill, I'll keep my youth... and my friends... and my manners. Hmph.

He ain't heavy, he's my brother

It occurred to me tonight as I watched the intro to the Saturday Night Live Presidential Bash that I knew John McCain. And not just knew him as a Presidential candidate, but knew him. I then realized it was because he is a perfect hybrid of my father (pictured below with the family hound)...

... and my old Superintendent Peter Dahlstrom (sadly this was the best picture I could find of ol' Peter, but if you know him you'll understand)

Is this possible? Maybe my dad and Mr. Dahlstrom are long lost brothers, and McCain is their freakazoid triplet or something. Probably not though

GO VOTE!