It's happened every year at this time, ever since we moved to Hawaii.  I'm sick of the Iron People and wish they'd go home.  Right now there are 1800 atheletes in our little town, training for the Ironman Triathelon.  Saturday, they're going to attempt to swim 2.4 miles, then bike 112 miles and finish the day off with a 26 mile run.  In order to do they, they train.  Understandable, but they're training in my space!     I don't know any Iron people personally, but from what I've seen, a lot of them are a bit self-absorbed and have an elitist attitude.  There's room on the side of the road in most places for a bike to ride without interrupting the flow of traffic, but there ISN"T room for them to ride side-by-side and it's incredibly irritating to be stuck driving 15 miles an hour stuck behind a biker who thinks riding next to their buddy is more important than the 10 cars they've got stuck behind them wanting to get to work or their kids to school.  I don't know how many times bikers have pulled out from the shoulder of the road, right into the driving lane without even a backward glance, as if it's our duty to keep them from being splattered on the road and they don't have to take any responsibility.  A couple of them get hit every year and it's completely understandable, they seem to feel it's everyone elses responsibility to watch out for them because they are IRON PEOPLE and deserve our adoration.  Yeah, I'm a bit cranky.  Sorry, can't help it.  I mean, face it, what kind of a person participates in a sport that involves pushing your body to places it doesn't want to go and makes you lose control of your bodily functions.  Yep, Iron people have been known to poo themselves.  Ugh     Guess who'll be staying safe at home Saturday?

We had a potluck today after church.  Last month when we had one, everyone brought food-food and there was only one dessert.  Things swung the other way this month and we had a table full of desserts with only a few food items.  Not that any of the kids were complaining or anything.  Problem is, we're now all slugging around the house coming down from our sugar highs