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I'm reading another pink book(don't even ask about my secret obsession regarding books from the classification of books in the library known as "Beauty:Personal." and why someone who's eyes stuck shut en route to a blind date as they turned a corner into a freezing Chicago wind on the last serious mascara attempt, have read them all. I couldn't really explain it.) called The Beauty Prescription. It's written by the unusual combo of one dermatologist and one psychiatrist plus it was pink. I had to take it home. (And yes, it's true sometimes I take books and oh mah gawd abandoned at the thrift store stuffed animals just because I feel sorry for them but that's a story for another day. See Chump:Ann.)

I have been wrecked tired all week since the race Sunday night. I don't even think the entire exhaustion came from the actual 10k. As for me, I was worried that I could make it. Worry is not only pointless but completely exhausting. A useless hobby.

I only got up to page 26 last night before I completely passed out having set my alarm for six so as not to disturb the daily freshness of my blog. The first point the authors make, is that the best beauty secret of all is called 'radiant self esteem'. (Hmm I thought. A good name for nail polish, perhaps.) I'm kind of familiar with this concept myself from having taken photos of different women I know and being so excited to show them these awesome shots only to hand them over and watch the women dissect their cheerful images, not unlike a frog on pins in junior high.

The book says our self-criticism comes because we look at ourselves as individual pieces-never thinking of adding in things like, winning attitude or cheerful disposition. We see fat ass, or droopy eyelids or 9000 chins. And if we live long enough? We can look forward to age spots and wrinkles and kinds of other colorful items.

When I was teaching Jr. High kids at the School of the Art Institute? One of them told me, I said, 'Yea!' too much which made me laugh because personally and quite frankly, I don't see how that's even possible but I'm going to show you two pictures from the race on Sunday just because I think they're so funny.

Ready?

Look. As you can see by my clapping hands and open mouth forming the appropriate word, I and my 14 chins and my squinty eyes and my tiny teeth are clearly in the classic Yea! position.(Photo by Le Shish)

Now this one you'll have to wander off to see but I hope you do and I hope you come back tomorrow where I might tell you that I think a seeing eye dog named Nickel who pulls a man at the assisted living facility where I am currently employed has a crush on me and why that's very bad for the man who has to go down a flight of stairs as he passes me every day and how I have to hide so as not to create a horrible accident but first you gotta see this.

It's Le Shish in the front and look at that sweaty person with the 87 chins and the tiny teeth and the squinty eyes wearing the wrong color shorts right on her tail in full "Tah-dah!" position.

http://www.brightroom.com/view_user_photo.asp?S=20&EVENTID=40063&PWD=&ID=54818095

(I can't get it to link. Might I ask you to cut and paste?)
Yay!