Need v. Want
Poetry of non-poetic proportions

I want to go out; I need to sleep
I want to write; I need to eat
I love to dance, so I dance with my boys
I chose to have children, to go without
What I want
And for now, just get what I need

I found it particularly inspiring, as a parent, to learn that in the Obama family, you must endure a presidential campaign to earn a puppy.

Now that is good parenting.

Peggy Noonan is all kinds of crazy. Wow. I thought I had seen it all with Michelle Bachmann and Sarah Palin, but noooooooo. What a nutjob! Her sing-song voice is more than enough to push me over the edge and the words that come out smack of total and utter blissful ignorance.

It distresses me when people in general are ignorant, but when women are ignorant, it offends me.

I'm training for a 5K on Thanksgiving Day. My b/f/f Dayna told me about it; she has been a major factor in my desire to run. I was training to run a 5k closer to my next birthday (in May), but thought it wise to move it up and not lose the momentum I've gained. There is really nothing like running, you've heard people say it, it sounds like a cliche. It's completely true.


A new friend named Sara has been my running partner. I've posted before about making friends in my adult years; I've had extraodinary luck for the most part. Sara can be described as much more than just luck. Karma is a better term. She's funny, she's an epicurian, and has good taste. A trifecta! She also is a very good listener, which is something I am working on and appreciate.

We figured out shortly after meeting that we went to the same high school. Fast forward three months and we've had about a more hundred coincidences of people in common, last names (her mom's maiden name is O'Reilly!), we now just look at each other in disbelief when something comes up. Sara has three children, same age as mine (but girls) and a baby boy. They are among my favorite "other people's kids" for certain.

Sara, you amaze and delight. I am so grateful for you!

It's the Monday before the Tuesday that changed our lives. I didn't sleep at all last night, and I suspect tonight and Tuesday night will be similar. I'm taking one for the team. Knocking on doors, standing in random streets with a very large sign bearing a very unusual name, calling strangers from my the unpublished number of my 3G BlackJack.

I'll run on adrenaline, if that's what it takes, B. Can I call you B?