My heart bleeded, girl

Random thoughts on a Saturday.

We got back from Florida on Wednesday morning. Erin and Ashley and Larry all had to go back to work on Thursday, and I can't imagine how they managed to do that. I'm still tired. I have a cold sore and Larry said it's probably stress, and I said I didn't feel like I had been under any stress and he just looked at me like I was insane.

But really, it's just running, just a form of exercise, and races are great fun, but training for and running a marathon is kind of self-indulgent, if you really think about it. All that time and energy, and I'm not sure it does much good in the world. Not that I plan on giving it up any time soon, I'm just being thinky about it. Events like the earthquake in Haiti will cause thoughtfulness to happen.

Lois's son is getting married this year, and she was talking the other night about addressing invitations, how complicated it is, way beyond "Mr. and Mrs. Whatever." They have a married couple on the list who are both ministers - "The Reverends Smith." One married couple where she is an MD and he is a PhD and they each use their own last names - "Dr. Him and Dr. Her." One couple, a Reverend and a Dr. Two lesbian couples in long-term relationships, which apparently you do in alphabetical order, so it's Ms. A and Ms. B. Several couples with both titles and hyphenated names. They have quite the spread sheet going, and Lois and the bride have spent a lot of time googling how to address people.

I am really not a fan of disclaimers on fic, because I think they're mostly extremely pointless. I realized the other day that disclaimers on RPS that say the writer has no idea or is making no claims about the sexual orientation of the real people involved are kind of offensive. As if you have to say, dudes, I don't really think you're gay, I'm just writing a story where you are. As if the implication someone is gay is something you have to protect yourself against, or whatever it is disclaimers are supposed to do.

I started to watch American Idol this week, and had to do it with the sound on mute. Last year was the first time I didn't watch it, and obviously I missed an exceptional season, but they lost me in the interminable audition/winnowing process. I'll probably watch it for Ellen, at least for a while, but I just can't bring myself to sit through the beginning parts again.


I leave you with a picture of the girls and I in our matching race merch sweatshirts (Ashley says 20 miles was enough that I can wear the shirt, and also my race tech shirt, without feeling like a big cheater) and medals. Well, their medals are real, I had to make my own. It's very easy to do that at Disney, just buy a lanyard and a big Mickey to hang from it , but I hadn't found one I liked yet when Larry took this picture. Someone in line for Thunder Mountain, a couple who where wearing Goofy medals (that's running both the half marathon on Saturday and the full on Sunday) asked me what medal I was wearing. I said it was the "I had to stop at mile 20 so I made my own medal" medal, and they thought that was awesome instead of lame, which was good.