I had other stuff to post up, but my “friend” just talked me into doing the Tough Mudder this fall. Plenty of time to train for it, right?
Upon being asked, my first thought was “why not?”. Then he told me it was a 20 obstacle, 12-mile race.
I then responded, “so it’s a relay?”
His response was laughter.
Yea, this’ll be something.
That’s a great read, especially given how bad people are acting on FB these days.
I’ll post something more original in a bit. Life is good otherwise!
December was not kind to the waist line. I was/am ok with that, and now it’s time to jump back on the horse. No booze, limit carbs, increase protein, good fats, and water intake. It’s pretty simple really, except for the fact I live in the US, where everything is coated with carbs.
I’m having lots of eggs for breakfast, and turkey patties for lunch. I need to increase my veg intake too, which is easy if I go up to Hen House and put together a salad, but that’s pricey to do day in and day out.
I’ve already lost 3.8 pounds in 5 days, but that’s most likely because I was feeling like Augustus Gloop the whole month of December. Between turning 40, NYE, Christmas, T-day, the Chicago trip, there were plenty of opportunities to imbibe and eat lots of good food.
So enough about that I suppose. Going to have a jam session tonight. I think there is going to be six guitarists. That’s a lot of six-stringed wankery going on. I suppose our “set list” is pretty low key though. Hopefully we can get Gold Dust Woman in, but it’d be nice to have a bass and drummer to keep things moving along.
Just a little something to put you in the mood.
It wouldn’t be one of my blog posts if I didn’t post an apology about neglecting this blog. Sorry for that. I’ll blame the recurrence of posting on some co-workers who shared my site around the office. I’ll let them remain nameless for their privacy, eh hem.
It’s been a busy year. The house is nearly done sucking money in. Oh wait, who am I kidding. There is always stuff to buy. It should be slowing down though. We’re all still enjoying the house, although I’m pretty sure I can’t fit anymore Christmas stuff in here. It probably also compounds the amount of crap magazines I get in my mailbox on a daily basis. It’s gotta be a 10:1 ratio of mail I recycle vs what I actually need.
I did re-read some of my blog posts, and found it amusing all the typos and crappy grammar I displayed, especially when I read someone else’s typing and all that jumps out at me. Perhaps it’s because I never re-read blog posts, and it’s more of a free stream than actual thought-out content. I think the more years that get between me and my English classes, the worse it gets. Kind of like handwriting. I sometimes like to claim that when I took my German classes 100 years ago it screwed up my grammar. It certainly did something to it. Those crazy Germans. 😉 So logical!
What else…let’s see. I turned 40. That’s impressive. Kind of. It’s not that hard to make it to 40 I suppose. I don’t do very many dangerous things, I won the lottery by being born in the US, and there isn’t anything that can kill/eat you in Kansas. Penny took me to Chicago and we saw Hamilton and went to Second City and ate and drank and drank and ate. It was terrific by all counts.
That’s it for now. I’ll try and come back once more before the end of the year. It might be tough since the kids will be bouncing around and my ADHD will be flared up. Merry Christmas to all 3 of my readers. I could probably just tell you that in person at the family gathering anyway.
I really like Kansas. Except for this guy.
The fam went on an extended vacation to the land of round ears and bad drivers. We flew down last Thursday, and since Kieran had been fighting a cold, his ear drums could have fit in Mickey’s ears no problem. Try calming down a baby on a flight. Now multiply that 10x when a 7-year old is going into a fit of misery and rage, and telling me to land the pain plane. Yea, that was real fun. At least our nice Southwest hostess explained that gum doesn’t work, and the only thing that really does is to pinch your nose and try and blow out. I’m pretty sure K was blowing so hard he was shuddering. That kid doesn’t do anything at 99%.
We finally landed, and was greeted by 80 degrees and a warm breeze. Weather like that doesn’t endear me to the midwest, especially when we got back it was 35 degrees with flurries and all I had was shorts. Over the course of the next 6 days we went to Animal Kingdom, the Magic Kingdom, Hollywood Studios, Epcot, and finally capped it off at Discovery Cove where Kieran snorkle-chased a 100-pound manta ray around until he wore it out and let him touch it. Star Wars was in full effect at Hollywood Studios, and they still have a few things coming out in the next few months. Of course, I found reason to complain, as I’m not sure why everything wasn’t ready then. TFA came out in December, and it’s 3 months later! Where is my fireworks show!?!?!
Anyway, after logging multiple days of 15k+ steps and standing in a couple of one hour lines, we packed everything up and drove to the beach for a couple of days of
roasting relaxing. The boys got sunburned a bit, but that’s too be expected with our pale Kansas winter skin. At least they are ok now and starting to peel in relative comfort.
Our 10th and final day was pretty much crap. Penny for reasons forgotten by all, decided to book an 8am flight out of RSW. We were cutting it close by arriving at 6:50, but of course got held up at the rental return because the lady receiving the car thinks we put a huge gash on the front bumper. I told her we didn’t hit anything, and weren’t given an opportunity to check the car out before we left. We’ll see how this plays out, but I’m not optimistic and may have a blog post/internet rant about Alamo. Fingers crossed.
We made it through that, and had checked in with the American Airlines front desk when she told us out gate was 4D. By told, I mean mumbled. We go hauling arse down to D terminal’s security checkpoint when the TSA guy told us we need to be at B, on the other side of the airport. Thankfully RSW isn’t huge, but of course B terminal had a 30 minute security checkpoint line. Penny and I start puckering up, but I try to remain calm. We get through security, and I’m the first one so I grab my shoes and belt and backpack and bolt for the gate to get them to hold the plane. Thankfully we all just squeeze on to the plane, and then realize 1.5 flights later that we left a bag in security at RSW. Figures. We finally make it back to MCI and get this lovely weather that I spoke of earlier, and that was a wrap. The car started and we didn’t run out of gas on the way back. That was a long vacation that happened in the blink of an eye, but I think we made some good memories. I even rode a couple of small rollercoasters. That’s a big step in itself.
That’s it for now. I have more stuff to post but it’ll have to wait.
I about started belting out “She Talks to Angels” from the Black Crowes at work while listening in my headphones. Maybe I need to adjust my telework agreement some more.
I’m listening to Nathaniel Ratliff on my iPhone with the stock ear buds. It is totally fulfilling; such crappy audio quality. All my good headphones are at home. This is the down side to having to go into work.
My ride went ok last week. 20 miles and my legs were toasted after having lifted the day before. Consistency breeds results. Needless to say, I haven’t ridden since. I actually am excited about riding this year. I’ll have to get out over lunch on Wednesday with the nice weather. I’m ready for all the group rides to get fired up. It’s nice riding in a group, although I’m usually sucking so much wind I don’t have a lot of conversations.
We have a big weekend coming up. Going to hit up the aquarium, Melting Pot, and we have a big basketball game (KU-OU). That’s the bigger, orange ball for all my MU friends (that aren’t on probation). Oh yea, I went there.
That’s it for now. I’m ready for winter to go elsewhere.
Somehow I found my way on to my own site. I’m exhausted, but Penny is watching some Nicholas Sparks movie in bed, so I’m sitting at my computer nursing some bourbon and charging my lights/Garmin for the ride tomorrow.
I haven’t been on the bike for like 4 months. Something like that. I’m thinking tomorrow will be super hard, especially since the last time I checked it’s supposed to be a cat 3 hurricane. At least I’m a little lighter and definitely stronger than the last time I rode, although I did dead lifts and other leg torture movements today during my training session. Should be fun. I hope I don’t suck a hole in the ozone.
The house is coming together nicely. It’s almost to the point where I don’t feel obliged to talk about it, although a great amount of our coin and Penny’s thinking is going towards making it look nice. That kind of stuff is over my head, although I am weighing in on almost every decision. I even have said “no” to a few things. That just isn’t like me. I must be getting angry in my old age.
Speaking of peeing your pants, Penny keeps reminding me I’m turning 40 this year. Cheese and rice, that’s a pretty good mark in one’s life. It doesn’t seem like I’ve been around that long, but there sure has been a lot of stuff happen and I’ve done a lot myself. I’ve been unfairly blessed, that’s for sure.
I opened another tab and got distracted by facebook, so now all my momentum for this post is gone. I’ll be rooting for the Broncos tomorrow, and as expected, AB will be rooting for the opposite team of me. Hopefully Peyton can finish with a great game, but it’ll be a hard one with dem Panthers.