You got a reaction. You got a reaction, didn't you. You took a white orchid. You took a white orchid, turned it blue.
Odds & Ends...
Today's police blotter contained the following items:
€ Officers heard screaming on East Main Street Thursday. It was a drunken woman and she was told to quiet down.
€ A woman was walking in circles in the middle of North Fifth Avenue Thursday. Officers took her home.
€ A driver threw a paper cup out of her window on Hyalite Road Thursday.
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Over the last week, I have covered 35 miles running, 5 miles walking and approximately 15 miles by "sweet bike." 55 miles under my own power in 7 days.
Before we grow dreads and start yelling Green Power! Save the Earth, man!... let's review:
I didn't really go anywhere, since most of it was just for exercise, with the exception of a few trips to the bank and the post office on my sweet bike.
And even if I did accomplish something with all 55 of those me-powered miles, I only saved about $ 5 worth of premium gas, even in my gas-guzzling car.
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Our golden retriever, Barney, is really high strung, as you can see by these pictures:
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I love that White Stripes song in the title bar of this post. I still cannot stop listening to the new Foo, either.
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I accomplished an awful lot today, assembling a dresser and eleven sets of shelves, all while constructing a ghetto version of a california closet for my walk-in closet. Then, of course, I finally unpacked all my clothes, and put them in their proper slots. India predicted that this fit of organization will last approximately a week to ten days.
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The renter moved in today to our rental house four houses down. I still can't believe how easy that was. No ad in the paper, no screening, no nothing. Just my builder finishing building the house and saying, "Hey, I have a really good renter for you for about a year."
Boom. Done.
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This was the first year since the 1970's that I did not watch a single game of the NBA Finals. I watched some of the first two rounds, because I was still in Wisconsin, but I watched none of the finals. We're pretty isolated from professional sports here, but somehow, I think I will find better ways to fill my time besides sitting in front of a television.
Like using all that free time entertaining you yahoos with this blog.
I'm not sure that is an improvement.
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Tomorrow, we are going on a huge hike. Eleven miles, round trip. 2000 feet of vertical gain and 2000 feet back down. We pass a dozen waterfalls, and end up at a high, alpine lake. I am super excited. Besides the snowboarding, this is really why I moved here.
Although, it is liberating to ride a bike with a huge, dorky, orange milk crate attached to run errands around town, and not give a flying fuck what anyone thinks.
You think it's badass. Admit it. Go on. Nobody's watching. Just say it. "That is badass."
I knew that you could.
Today's police blotter contained the following items:
€ Officers heard screaming on East Main Street Thursday. It was a drunken woman and she was told to quiet down.
€ A woman was walking in circles in the middle of North Fifth Avenue Thursday. Officers took her home.
€ A driver threw a paper cup out of her window on Hyalite Road Thursday.
--
--
Over the last week, I have covered 35 miles running, 5 miles walking and approximately 15 miles by "sweet bike." 55 miles under my own power in 7 days.
Before we grow dreads and start yelling Green Power! Save the Earth, man!... let's review:
I didn't really go anywhere, since most of it was just for exercise, with the exception of a few trips to the bank and the post office on my sweet bike.
And even if I did accomplish something with all 55 of those me-powered miles, I only saved about $ 5 worth of premium gas, even in my gas-guzzling car.
--
--
Our golden retriever, Barney, is really high strung, as you can see by these pictures:
--
--
I love that White Stripes song in the title bar of this post. I still cannot stop listening to the new Foo, either.
--
--
I accomplished an awful lot today, assembling a dresser and eleven sets of shelves, all while constructing a ghetto version of a california closet for my walk-in closet. Then, of course, I finally unpacked all my clothes, and put them in their proper slots. India predicted that this fit of organization will last approximately a week to ten days.
--
--
The renter moved in today to our rental house four houses down. I still can't believe how easy that was. No ad in the paper, no screening, no nothing. Just my builder finishing building the house and saying, "Hey, I have a really good renter for you for about a year."
Boom. Done.
--
--
This was the first year since the 1970's that I did not watch a single game of the NBA Finals. I watched some of the first two rounds, because I was still in Wisconsin, but I watched none of the finals. We're pretty isolated from professional sports here, but somehow, I think I will find better ways to fill my time besides sitting in front of a television.
Like using all that free time entertaining you yahoos with this blog.
I'm not sure that is an improvement.
--
--
Tomorrow, we are going on a huge hike. Eleven miles, round trip. 2000 feet of vertical gain and 2000 feet back down. We pass a dozen waterfalls, and end up at a high, alpine lake. I am super excited. Besides the snowboarding, this is really why I moved here.
Although, it is liberating to ride a bike with a huge, dorky, orange milk crate attached to run errands around town, and not give a flying fuck what anyone thinks.
You think it's badass. Admit it. Go on. Nobody's watching. Just say it. "That is badass."
I knew that you could.
posted by Joe at
11:28 PM
3 Comments:
badass...hey, in Mad-town yesterday, saw a biker with a Rubbermaid tote strapped on. With a lid. I'm just sayin'. Give Barn a belly rub for me. Hey, just remembered I dreamed about Puck last night. Pretty sad that I dream about your dogs...
I find that the milk crate over the back tire is more masculine than say the basket atop the handle bars in the front like Little Red Riding Hood.
why not put a few baseball cards with clothes pins in the spokes or get a little license plate that says "retard"?
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