Funny name isn’t it? Chubby Blonde Cucumbers...up until this weekend I had never heard of them. And for all my friends with their minds in the gutter, this is apparently a legit vegetable. I went with some cherished girlfriends to Austin for some more birthday celebrating. Yes, yes, I know I love the spotlight in October. I am quite comfortable with it for this one month of the year. As for the other eleven months I am quite content to hang back, but during this month I eat up all the attention and the “all about me” moments that seem to surround me. I have the best the friends and family. They are really good at keeping that spotlight focused, on and sparkly.
Anyway, back to my point. We are at this cool “international slow food movement” type of quaint restaurant, and there they are…jumping off the menu practically exclaiming “Look at me – I’m a cute name for a vegetable: Chubby blonde cucumbers!” I declared then and there – so shall the next blog post be named.
One cannot simply change course after such a proclamation. It would offend the locally grown produce, and we just can’t have that, now can we?
Silly blog post I know. I am feeling a little silly tonight. I think it’s due to the running. Running makes me giddy. I was never one to have a desire or knack for running. Without proper motivation, running just seems too pointless. At least the old version of me, the pre-runner me, thought that with fervent passion. I probably thought that because I was absolutely horrible at it, and well if I’m horrible at it – it must be no good right?
Turns out I am not all that bad. I actually experienced a runner’s high recently. I used to think that was an urban myth. Not so apparently.
I know…this blog post has no point. I’m well aware of that
Sometimes it’s nice to drift – without a plan, a course or map. Winging it.
I actually have a lot to say…can’t quite put it all into words yet. Will soon enough. Bet it’ll be under an anonymous blog though… way too many of you know me WAY too well. I need to confuse some other readers and spread the perplexed looks.
Cheers!
The sloth lives on
15 years ago
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