I am really trying to be in bed (hopefully asleep) by 11 every night and get up at 6. Also trying to add in 30 min of stretching, ab work, or rebounding each day. We'll see how long I last. 1 day so far!

Just checking in to let y'all know I am a wuss and we decided the noise was raccoons not burglars based on the representative sample we found in the front yard: burglars 0, raccoons 1. I'm still not entirely sure how they made that noise, but my best guess is they were climbing over the neighbor's ivy-covered fence.

This story is so...issue-laden. And it's pissing me off.

It's crystal clear from the article that the bride is a transwoman and NOT a gay man dressing up to get a marriage license. She is homeless and therefore can't afford hormones or surgery (or a legal name change), but clearly identifies as female and presents herself as a woman. But the fucking NY Post can't wrap their tiny bigoted brains around a transwoman with a penis, so she must be "lying" about being transexual and cheers her duping the city clerk.

If they really want tolerance points for being pro gay-marriage? Maybe they should quit it with the homo/transphobic BULLSHIT.

(Also, do not read the comments if you value your blood pressure. The NY Post is a Newscorp publication and attracts the same audience as Faux News - 'nuff said.)

I'm not going anywhere near that article, Jessica. I can't afford to get my blood pressure up that high.

There are tiny black ants in my kitchen. What do I do? I put down ant baits, but that'll take days. Does Borax work? Will it hurt the cats? They seem to be coming in somewhere by the patio and going under the carpet to the kitchen. Industrious little bastards.

This story is so...issue-laden. And it's pissing me off.

Punchy punchy punchy!

I've wondered how the trans issue would come into play with wedding licenses, whether someone would propose checking genders. But it doesn't sound like that article is going to further my understanding of the issue.

I think we should have an official Buffista commandment:Thou shalt not read the comments section of any article for the preservation of one's sanity and blood pressure.

Thou shalt not read the comments section of any article for the preservation of one's sanity and blood pressure.

Wrod, wrod, wrod. I promise myself all the time that I won't read the comments on the local news sites, but they keep sucking me back in. However, the comments on the Salt Lake Tribune reassure me that there are sane, progressive people in my state. Along with the whackamole loony-tunes.

Wow -- the story itself is so sweet, and the article is just stab-inducing. And by "sweet," don't get me wrong -- I don't really think it's a good idea for any homeless teenagers to run off and get married, but I can appreciate the romantic impulse.

my legs are tired and a wee sore, well no wonder, I just mapped out my walking over the weekend on Gmap pedometer, over 2 miles on Sat (most in Central Park), and over 3 yesterday (E and I walked to Target). Probably a sign that I should keep it up and do a few laps in Bryant Park for lunch.