Sorry guys, I didn't get a chance to take more photos, so you'll just have to view my daisies from a different angle tonight. I figured out how to load songs into my phone, so I've been spending too much time loading my computer with music and then putting it into my phone. I'm one of those people who has boxes of CDs and it can take some time to obsessively look for music and organize play lists and such.
I know I talk about the fact that I run on here a lot. I'm sure you're all tired of hearing about it, but I'm going to write about it some more anyway. If you know Iowa City at all, you're aware that it is a relatively small town, that can feel smaller and smaller the longer you live here. People who I've never seen before will stop me on the street and try to talk to me about the fact that they see me running, or others just call me runner girl. It doesn't bother me. I've been called WAY worse and I don't really have much to say to those who want to talk to me about my addiction. What's there to say? It's meditative, it's a free high and no thanks, I don't need a running partner, one of the best things about running for me is that it gives me an hour to myself.
Tonight I was at the grocery store buying some crap. I told Stinky she could have a sleepover. Normally, I'm one of those "everything in moderation" kind of people when it comes to food. We try to eat healthy, but I'm not a Nazi about it. I do make an exception when it comes to sleepovers and road trips - moderation goes out the window and we have a license to eat junk. We're still Americans after all, godammit. So, where was I? Uhhh...Yes, the grocery store.
I was looking at donuts, because I'm pretty sure it's a law that you have to eat donuts when you wake-up the next morning at a sleepover and I don't want to go to jail. This guy, who I actually recognized because he used to come into one of the coffee shops I worked at several years ago, came up to me. I figured he was just going to say hi and move on, but I was wrong. Instead, he said, "I can't believe you're looking at that kind of food. Do you really want to erase all the good you do when you run by eating that stuff?"
"What? Oh, I was just...Yeah. Ha ha." I can be really eloquent when I have to think on my feet.
"I was just a little surprised, that's all," he said and waited for a better response from me.
"I can be kind of surprising sometimes," I said and then made-up some lame excuse about why I needed to get going.
I can't imagine giving a shit what anyone eats - unless it was a baby or something and then I'd be appalled and I'd stop you in the store to judge you.