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it’s rainy and wet and crappy here on the jolly old 4th. take that america! you suck! even mother nature thinks so! go blow some fireworks, losers.

ryland did ride a big kid bike for the first time today… albeit a girl’s one. but he’s totally okay with it.

see?

totally okay.

his dad, not so much. when g said we’d go get him a nice big boy bike, a cool red or black one, ry said, “no, pink! we get a pink one.” ha!

I wonder though, why does liking pink somehow insinuate you are gay, even at age four?

and you know what that means! free agency period! it’s a time of great excitement and drama. it’s summer, it’s hot, no one is thinking about hockey. but I am! all you can do is hope your team gets someone good without having to give up anything. at least that’s what I’m hoping for, I wouldn’t mind Hossa but at what price? who will we have to give up? I love my b’s just as they are; now if they would just play better, we really could be the best sports city in all of the world.

you don’t care, but I forgive you. you know not what you do.

I watched some kind of big european sports contest deal over the weekend, which was fun and exciting enough, but I do not know the rules of soccer/futbol/whatever you wanna call it, and I imagine if I knew the rules and the strategies of the game I would like it very much. so I think that if more people understood hockey, which can be a complicated game to watch, it would be more popular.

I used someone else’s hand cream this morning and now I think I’m going to throw up. it’s very strong and perfumey and is giving me a headache.

so my old ball & chain found himself a job. making real money. I think it’s real money anyway, today was his first day and he hasn’t had a paycheck yet, but from the sounds of it, it’s going to be legal tender that we can use to buy goods and services across the country. Maybe even further.

I am happy about this in numerous ways, especially since we were probably going to die in the next week if he didn’t.

But of course I need to complain about the one thing that bugs me. Yes, he got a job. great. really. but let’s keep it in perspective here. he didn’t save the world, he didn’t didn’t bend time or create a new dimension in space, he didn’t write the great american novel. He got a job. my praise for his feat is on par with this fact. He was disappointed by my lack of fireworks and parades. I think he expected me to lay down a red carpet and feed him grapes while nubile concubines tended to his manly needs. or something.

I expect a spectacular reception to my major feats, like when I do the dishes or take a shower, but I don’t even get a little grunt or appreciative head nod.

it’s how it goes, folks. relationships are give and take, ignore and manipulate, lie and hide, outlast and outdraw.

on a completely unrelated note, a friend in tucson wrote a very interesting article on summer music festivals. go read someone who is smart and articulate and interesting and stop wasting your time here already. you should be embarrassed.

So I wanted to join a CSA but all the shares for any of the farms I am interested in are sold out for the 2008 growing season. ARGH. I’ve been wanting to do this forever now, but I kept waiting/forgetting, and when I finally got around to it/remembered, of course it’s too late. story of my fricking life. watch as christa shoots herself in the foot yet again! will this never end? will she ever learn?

But short of owning my own farm, I can’t think of a better idea than a CSA, can you? You should check it out for your area. And if you can’t get involved in a CSA, there are other options. That local harvest web site is a good place to start. I’m still looking into a few other CSA possibilities, but there are plenty of other resources for finding locally, sustainably grown food (note: don’t think whole foods is the answer. whole foods is part of the problem).

Many of the CSAs are organic farming, but I’ve learned that local does not always equal organic, and that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Organically grown food is no longer what it used to be, as the word organic now belongs to the government. In my opinion, it’s time to focus on locally grown food, because the practice goes beyond organic. You support your community, you help small farms, you eat the way the nature intended, food is fresher and tastier, AND you help minimize your carbon footprint (what the fuck good is an organic banana if it’s from goddamned ecuador and you live in Boston?).

I am hoping this post doesn’t come off as being all superior and righteous, because that isn’t my intention. I found the local harvest web site to be incredibly useful and I wanted to share. And I think that if we all make an effort, no matter how minute it may seem, we can make a difference. it’s the little things that add up. small steps add up to big gains.

I’m trying. that’s all I can do. That’s all anyone can do.

I am a goddamned PSA today, huh?

For lunch today four of us walked over cafe podima and got frozen yogurt. I got strawberry banana. It was delicious. it comes in styrofoam cup though. with plastic spoon. maybe I could bring my own bowl next time, use my own regular spoon? maybe I should just not eat frozen yogurt.

okay okay now that’s just crazy talk. frozen yogurt is a necessary part of life.

hey, tonight is kickboxing. It’s my fourth class, and I must say, it’s been a lot of fun and given me many a sore muscle as well as newfound confidence. now if I can just stop stuffing my face with junk food 24-7, I will be all set.

After lunch I had a very lovely chat with a very old friend. thanks old friend! you did good.

I think I’m liking wednesdays. kickboxing after work, later on gordon’s out to hockey, tomorrow is thursday, my favorite day. good stuff, these weds.

ooohh, speaking of good stuff. I have SUCH a crush on my doctor. I can’t believe how cute he is. he’s very soft and gentle and sweet, and he seems like he really cares, he actually listens to you when you talk and doesn’t rush you out of the office. He smiles, he’s open and warm, he is comforting. I love him.

you know who he looks like? the guy from the show eli stone, he looks just like that guy.

I keep trying to find things wrong with me so I can see him. All the nurses giggle over how cute he is, but not because he’s this totally hot doctor with a hot body, because he’s not, but more because he is sweet and kind and seems like he loves his mother very much, but not in a weird creepy annoying mama’s boy way. He is a harvard-trained doctor, young, super smart, yet he seems so innocent and pure. He had to touch my bare feet last night (cause of my foot issues of late), and I passed out from pleasure of those soft hands rubbing and pushing and caressing, as he looked in my eyes… I must admit I was a little embarrassed when I woke up and he asked why I had my hands down my pants. I told him I dropped a quarter. He believed me.

talk about someone I’d like to sully.