"Is her first name 'Curly'"?
Saturday, December 30, 2006
New Friends/Old Friends
"Is her first name 'Curly'"?
Friday, December 29, 2006
The Mystery "Man" Revealed
And, if you don't know that back and that flute, then you've been living under a rock.
If the weather holds, and if Mishele K can ditch her job, we all three going to the pool for a bit of a swim. Between them, they've got 3 Ironman finishes to my goose egg. Not only that, Mishele K is a swim champ who finished the Wisconsin swim in 1:09! (Holy Crap!) She's going to teach me to flip turn so I don't look like so much of a wuss at masters swim practice.
Then, weather permitting, the "Man" of Mystery and I will do a long run with Coach T tomorrow at the quintessential Houston running route.
Mix in beverages, lots of visiting, and laughter, and you have an all around good time.
Jealous? As well you should be.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
International Ironman of Mystery
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Celebrity Mystery Blogger
I am totally like the Kevin Bacon of the blogosphere, the supporting actor that is in everyone elses' movie. I've met Bolder, Kahuna, Wil, Trimama, Taconite Boy, Stu, Nytro, Benny, Commodore, Iron Pol, . . . . It's unbelievable.
Steady Eddie
Sunday, December 24, 2006
"Lights Please"
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Since When did Superpounce Become Billy Joel?
Go play . . . and don't forget to sing.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Old Long Ago
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Say Hello To My Little Friend
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Random Thoughts--Help Wanted
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Stocking Stuffers For The Guy Who Has Everything (Or At Least Thinks He Does)
Yes. There. I said it. Those little briefs that used to cup your little bum when you were 8 years old and had little toothpick legs ARE NOT doing the trick now that you are pushing forty (or fifty), pushing two (or three) bills on the scales, and pushing body hair like a primate with a thyroid condition.
Ladies. Your men are apparently oblivious to the problem, because my locker room witnesses a parade of thinly concealed and tightly contained flesh having the appearance of cottage cheese with fur. We.Need.Coverage.
For the love of all that is wholesome, please, please, please, raid your man's drawer full of drawers. Confiscate anything resembling a brief, as well as any other thing bearing the same waist measurement as when you married the galoot. Put them to the flame and consign them to the hell from whence they came.
Visit Target. Obtain boxer briefs or boxers in the appropriate waist measurement, stuff his stocking and fill his world (and ours) with the joy of leaving something to the imagination.
In chatting with Nytro this afternoon while we were "working," she and I collaborated on further stocking stuffer suggestions:
- Nose hair clips
- A visit to the man spa (wax on/wax off)
- A sweat towel that is permanently attached to your person while you are pumping your iron, the better to conserve the gym equipment with
- A bath towel that is permanently attached to your person while your person is anywhere in the locker room other than the shower
- Something--anything--capable of removing 80s cologne
- Bolt cutters to remove those 80s gold chains
- A visit to the man barber to remove that 80s 'stache and feathered hairdo
- Appropriately sized undershirts that are not intended to act in lieu of the "mansierre" or "bro"
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Beginnings?
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Running with Desiree Ficker
Hey, this is Desiree's town. She could walk in at any moment. Right?
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
For the Record
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Whiskey and Chocolates
Friday, December 01, 2006
Surgeons Blow
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Vicodin and Mayonaise
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
It's Weird And It's Slimy
I found something in our classroom closet.
I don't exactly know what it is.
But I know one thing--it's weird and it's slimy.
I couldn't sleep that night.
What a fright to see that sight.
When I went to school the next day, I decided to go in the closet.
I reached in the closet and when I took it out, I screamed.
The teacher said it was harmless, and I could keep him.
I took him and kept him forever.
Simplicity
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
First Female
It must be the greyhound genes. Today, in her mile run for the physical fitness test, Superpounce, formerly known as the puppy, was AWESOME.
Last year, I had to coax and cajole just to keep her from walking. She still did about 9 minutes to the mile. This year, even while I was away at the doctor, she was . . .
* * * * wait for it * * * * *
FIRST FEMALE!!!!!!! WOOOOO HOOOOOOOO!!!!
If I can't beat you, Nytro, then you shall be accursed. My seed shall be your nemesis.
SUPERPOUNCE RULES!
Not that I am competitive or anything.
In related news, Mrs. Greyhound, who loathes running even more than Nytro, did the mile and found that it wasn't too bad. Maybe I've got some new training partners in the works.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Hope
I know that all the peeps in Cleveland, Minneapolis, and the "Through Th3 Wall World Headquarters" probably don't want to hear this, but it has to be said. This is the best time of the year in Houston. We suffer, swelter and melt while you have temperate summer breezes, so in return, we get moderate temps while you sit in the slush.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Blessings
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Never Fart In A Wetsuit
So, um, yeah. I'm catching up on my posting obligations, A.J. There were no rules against sophomoric humor.