Say it ain't so

So the cycling world was dealt a blow today thanks to Floyd. I knew it was too good to be true when he came back from 11th to 3rd to win with a bum hip. Though I do not follow cycling with the same intensity that I follow football...okay, I don't really follow cycling at all, I still had to root for the guy that was to inherit the crown Lance left behind. It was kinda like cheering for anyone to beat the Patriots. After awhile, you want someone else to win just 'cause you're tired of hearing about the same person. Anyone else feelin' this? Too bad he went down in flames after doping to get through cycling the bazillion miles through the mountains of Europe. Yikes. No wonder all cyclists weigh like 50 pounds. Sorry Floyd.

The end of the world is nigh

I now know that the end of world is near. How do I know this you might ask? Because I saw in the window display, large as life, WE NOW CARRY SIZE 00. While I understand the desire to become thinner, I myself would like to get to a single-digit pant size sometime before I expire, I think the fashion industry has gone too far when they feel the need to start making negative sizes. It was not that long ago, maybe I'm dating myself here, that I actually did a double take in the mall upon seeing the sign, once again as large as the storefront window, WE NOW CARRY SIZE 0. Is it too much to ask women to weigh more than a package of toilet paper or to eat more in one day than a hummingbird? I do not have this problem as you may have guessed. I know that I could never be annorexic because I like to eat, and I could never be bulemic because I hate throwing up. I just can't see how glamorizing and promoting these walking skeletons can be good for the body image of the millions of teen and pre-teenage girls in this world. I hope we go back to the days of Marilyn Monroe, where size 8 was not considered plus-size.

A good start (I hope)!

Only four more months of hurricane season. Can't say how much I love that. Don't know about y'all out there, but a northern winter doesn't look so bad now. I'm tired of Mother Nature being pissed at us. No power, no air conditioning, and no water for weeks is truly a great vacation, right? I must admit that I am like every other person in this state and wait until the very last minute to stock up on the necessities...booze and chips. Okay, maybe not so much, but I do enjoy fighting an 80-year-old retiree for the last 20 oz. bottle of Zephyrhills water at Publix. So much fun.

Also, what is up with the weather people down here? They all do the promos for their upcoming forecasts as if it's a mystery that only they have the answer. Like I want to get up at 4 a.m. to listen to a perpetually chipper person tell me that we might have a chance for rain. I could have told them that. It's southern Florida in the middle of the summer. Let me guess, it's going to be hot, humid and rain in the afternoon. The forecast tomorrow? Hot, humid, rain in the afternoon. It's the same forecast for approximately six months. I can't believe they get paid for that. I'm in the wrong business.