Oh the exhilaration of running in the actual daylight. I have really missed being able to see the river, trail, leaves, fields, etc. It was utter desolation today. That's the way I prefer the trail; just me and the occasional crack dealer or vagrant. Truly, I prefer them to cranky, entitled, retirees. It was a bleak, beautiful November day. When I got back I got an email showing the finished production for this commercial I shot with my son a while ago (I sometimes get voice over and corny tv/internet gigs--Don't laugh, it pays for lego sets and trips to Austin). Anyway, my son has been taunting me ever since with a line from the filiming (it shows kids jumping on a trampoline in back while I say "I'm a Mom who wants everything for my kids....blah, blah, blah"). So on certain ocassions, he'll say "So, are you a Mom who wants everything for her kids or not?". It's become a private joke. Here's the great news. Now I have a copy of the produced spot-- so next time he pulls that line on me or threatens to write a "Mommy Dearest Memoir" I can offer to show the commercial to all his girlfriends for the next 20 years. I'll point out he's the one in the background with floppy surfer hair doing a flip on the trampoline. | 