Saturday, June 9, 2007

look! first place!

The good news: I ran a 4-mile race in Staten Island and came first in my age group and got a trophy and everything!

The bad news: It was in the 65-69 year old age group.

(Check out the last line of the women first place finishers by age group.)

People are now looking at me in disbelief wondering exactly what cream I'm using to look so good at 67.

Not only that, but there's some poor 65+ year old out there who trained herself to death and now I've gone and robbed her trophy right from under her feet. I've also left all the other 65-69 year olds in despair with my incredible time (which while it may be trophy-winning if you're 67, is not quite so trophy-winning at my age).

All I can think is we had to write our ages on our entry forms and perhaps, when you're writing quickly and you have handwriting like a doctor, 67 and 27 (say) are easy to confuse...

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

are you my mummy?

Came across this story on the BBC...

Four orphaned baby tawny owls have been taken under the wings of a surrogate mother--who just happens to be a cuddly toy. The baby owls don't seem to much mind, judging by this photo. Their Mum is obviously very good at cuddling, being as she is a cuddly toy. I think perhaps she's something of a Cuddle Expert. After all, it's not the first time she's come to the rescue. Apparently, two other orphans she raised have now moved on to an outdoor pen.

Something about this story makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time.

To read more: click here.

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