It’s a special on extreme hoarding.  Why am I so enthralled by this show?  Is it a bad sign that I get sucked into other peoples problems at 4:00 everyday?  Ok, it’s not everyday, but to be honest I would if I could.  The expert says its a psychological problem, don’t bother helping someone clean up, it won’t work.  I guess 6 million Americans have a hoarding problem.  Isn’t that about the same as the American population?  With these figures, I guess its a problem every American has.  I have a small hoarding problem: I save old tubes and promise myself I’m going to patch them.  Then I give up and use them for othe stuff.  Ideas for use of flat tubes with flats:

• The holidays are almost here - skip the ribbon and try a tube!
• Use them to help you stretch after a ride like a yoga thingy
• Carry it in your jersey pocket and pretend you didn’t know it was flat, then borrow a tube from your training partner.

Oprah’s over and I’ve got to walk to the grocery store.  Today’s a recovery but I’m already sick of it.  Me and recovery days have a love-hate relationship.  It’s not that I am one of those compulsive trainers.  No way.  But it’s just that there alot of aspects of training I enjoy, aside from the actual training.  Like kickin it at Royal, being outside, coasting on my bike.  All the good things.  But tonight is bike polo in Oakland so I gotta go and represent for the women out there.  East Bay girls, come out on the fixies and play at the Rockridge bart station 9:30 pm Thursday nights.

Before I go, I just have one question for Oprah: what’s so wrong with hoarding?  Really, is it that bad that she needs to dedicate an entire show to it?  I don’t think so, get off my back sister.  Lets look at the positive - it’s a form of recycling. 

One more last thing before I go . . . I just wanted to say that getting a new blog is alot of pressure.  I don’t feel like I am in my usual groove, so forgive my lack of sparkling blogging brilliance until I get into the swing of things again (wait, was that every there?).  It’s hard, I am an impulsive creature of habit . . . if thats possible.  I just gotta work these things out and then I will feel comfortable here.  Have a little patience for me and send a love-hate note someday.  Or tell me that you dream about pretty Camaro’s and sparkly kits and puppies. 

The world wide web is a dark dark place.  It’s like being stuck in the middle of outerspace with no lights, no direction.  And somehow you’ve got to create an actual place for yourself, something where there are little light bulbs and some directional sense.  Ok, now I really gotta go.