May by the Numbers

351 is the number of recorded hits to this website for the month of May according to StatsCounter.com.

$209.88 is the amount of money my older brother spent on my mother’s birthday gift (whose birthday is precisely a week after mine).  This what he got her.  Older Brother A has just blown the rest of us out of the water.  There’s no way any of us can top that.  Bastard.

72.13 is the number of miles that I’ve run ending today for the month of May.  I should, technically, be at 79.13, but I missed those seven miles earlier this month.  I should top out at 99.13, which is less than that 104 average for March and April, but that’s okay.  I’ll hopefully make up those miles with some hiking next weekend.

$29 is the cost of entering the Dexter-Ann Arbor 10K.  Um . . . doesn’t that seem a little steep?  Especially when the half-marathon costs exactly the same.  It doesn’t seem on, for some reason.  I still haven’t registered, and to be honest, am not sure if I’m going to register.  I’d still like to run a June race, but it just seems extreme to charge that much because they’re an "old" race.  And I don’t even want their t-shirt!

27 is my new age on May 25th at 8:30ish in the evening.  What will I be doing at that time, precisely?  Recovering from sugar shock.

13 is the number of times I’ve apparently listened to Weezer’s latest single, "Beverly Hills," according to my Play Count in iTunes.  It’s a great song to run and work to, and for some reason it makes me laugh.  This number does not include the number of times I’ve listened to the song on my iPod Shuffle.

10 is the number of days left until my mother’s 52nd birthday.  By the time she was my age-to-be, I was already two.  I’m sort of slacking on the grandchildren thing, aren’t I?  She recently saw a friend’s baby girl and implored me to get married and spawn soon.  She came back to her senses the next day (after the smell of baby power had left her nostrils).

5 is the number of days left before I get to see IP for the first time in five freaking months.  Why the alliteration?  I miss him.  Turn away while I get dewey-eyed, hon: I cannot wait to give him a big hug and kiss.  And then I plan on hooking him up to a sangria IV.  That, my dears, is how much I adore this man. ;)

4 is the number of days left until my 27th birthday.  I am getting a digital camera, some mysterious gift from Little Sister V, and some mysterious gift from Little Brother M (socks, right?).  IP has told me he has a gift for me, ready for presentation on the 26th.  All of us will get to enjoy an ice cream cake named "A Cheesecake Named Desire."  Looks good, huh?

2 is the number of times my phone crapped out on me during a four-hour conversation last night.  What the hell?  Is it too much to ask for a phone to last more than four hours?

1 is the number of days left until the Deadwood finale.  Then all the good shows are either a) gone permanently or b) gone for a good while.  Ay, me.  Time to cancel HBO?

May by the numbers.