"Is her first name 'Curly'"?
Saturday, December 30, 2006
"Is her first name 'Curly'"?
Friday, December 29, 2006
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.
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
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
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.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Go play . . . and don't forget to sing.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
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
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Hey, this is Desiree's town. She could walk in at any moment. Right?