8 Mile

I haven't even had coffee yet, and here I am writing you.  You're welcome. Ran eight miles yesterday, at my usual blistering 14:30 pace. You can make fun of me all you want, did YOU run eight miles yesterday? Okay, then. My plan was to actually run in a neighborhood. So far all I've done … Continue reading 8 Mile

Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to get me to sit. Aren’t you?

So, my dog was supposed to graduate from puppy school tonight. Oh, I had a million jokes about The Graduate I was going to tell you. I was going to say one word -- plastics. But no. We got there and there was a whole crop of NEW puppy school people, all going around the … Continue reading Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to get me to sit. Aren’t you?

June, your 43-year-old blogging pal, returns.

Okay, first of all? To everyone who actually knows me and who was part of the ONE HUNDRED FORTY SEVEN (literally!) emails I have since I went "up North"? I have been without contact to the outside world. I have been like the Unibomber, or that grizzly guy. There is no phone at my mother's … Continue reading June, your 43-year-old blogging pal, returns.

Hey, did you know I have a birthday coming up?

Your gal June just ran six dinglity dang miles. Thank you. We went to the high school track, which by the way our high school's mascot is the whirlies or something. Twenty-four times I ran around that track, and each time I saw, "Go, Whirlies." What is a whirly? Isn't that that thing where they … Continue reading Hey, did you know I have a birthday coming up?

Picture book. Pictures of your house-a, and your puffy hair-a, a long time ago.

Since my birthday is coming up--and I know that is shocking news because I've only brought it up 47 times lately--I have been getting cards from people. Today I came home to find one such card in its envelope, and it looked a tad... worse for wear. As does my hairdo. Nice puffs on the … Continue reading Picture book. Pictures of your house-a, and your puffy hair-a, a long time ago.