Swings, Blood and Circuses

HUZZAH! :D Might I just say that todays run was excellent. Well.... Except that Winstead park is only two blocks from Curtis, and fifty million from Cole. Guess which way we ran? Yes. To where on the way back we were coming from Cole. Yeah. No route has never seemed so long. The most amazing feature of today's run, and probably the only reason I didn't quit coming back from Cole, was that Winstead park has... SWINGS! :D Heckess! Love swings.... I absolutely adore swings.... I love swings more than I enjoy mowing my lawn. Yes. That's how much I love swings. I pretty much revert to the age of four forever when there are swings around.

After prying my wrapped fingers from the swings, we made our way home, and then to get pretty [or at least less running-y] to go donate blood. I have to admit something strange. Call it an idiosyncrasy. I love giving blood. I really do. Just don't show me the needle as it's happening. Going in and coming out, no problem, if I can't see that either. Hooray! :D The fact that I was made for donating blood helps as well. Think about it logically. I have the veins of a four year old [the only negative, but with hydration and exercise they're perfect; just narrow], they're deep [so I don't bleed out profusely afterward], because I'm "sturdy" I contain lots of blood [I like to think more than 8 pints, but whatev], and I don't get sick before, during, or after donation. Tired? Definitely. I've just had 1/8 of my blood sucked out by sang. vampires! But sick? No way. Perfect. However, when they tested me for iron content, the first time I came out anemic, but the second I was perfect. Yeah.... I'm pretty much an ironic beast.

Because of this lovely blood drive [which I got a T shirt out of. YES! A T SHIRT! :D Sadly, it's a size M, and I clearly am not a size M, so I figure I'll cut it, and tie dye it or something awesome....], my availability to go to the circus was drastically impaired. So... While my mom was taking my niece during the afternoon, I would be getting my fluids altered. No problem, she and I were going to go to the evening production. Haha, just kidding. She wouldn't have time in between the shows.... So it looks like Mel didn't get to go to the circus for the third year in row.... -Sigh- No cotton candy.... I suppose it's all for the better. Ever since I discovered Boise has a Ben & Jerry's ice cream shop I've been almost wanting to kick my sugar kick. I don't even care that I've been burning excessive calories for the past month. I about died when I saw the happy Ben & Jerry's logo shining in the window. I don't know.... This no sugar kick has been great. I don't feel as clogged as my brain usually is. Plus, I have no excuse for weight gain. Come to think of it, there hasn't been any weight gain. Psh. Never mind. I don't know what I'm talking about anymore. But I still didn't get any cotton candy from the circus I didn't go to....

Oh well.... I suppose I'll go eat an apple. Or something super sugary. To make up for the cotton candy. Cheers! :D