Before I officially start this blog, some have asked that I explain the pictures from 2 blogs ago. Okay, the first one of the chic on the horse and me went down @ Reelfoot Lake in Tennessee. 99.4839% of you haven't the slightest of where that is. They don't cycle out there. In fact the idea of a guy in spandex on that side of the world will get you shot. Shaving your legs will get you hanged. At any rate, that woman was a great sport, and got on the horse and road it well, without any sign of fatigue when my sister decided to pay her toll on the bronco. BRAVO!
This is the sandwich maker, sometimes referred to as "MR. Sandwich" maker. In the past, he has received limited use do to upgrades in technology. The George Foreman grill put him out
business. I always say that one day I'll put him in the game. So, I hid him in what I considered to be an "unknown" spot in the kitchen. Folks, his picture is here today because he was found, reported, and well...he's fallen. We salute you mr. sandwich maker. You had some great days, even though they were so long ago that I don't even remember what it is that you do. In fact, I'm not sure how to turn you on, or even how to turn you off if things with the sandwiches that you undoubtedly burned went wrong. You know how things get when you start a sandwich in the magic chef, then you start doing some yoga, and gettin all in touch with your chee, and then boom, it hits you that the syrup and sugar sandwich that your college budget allowed you to prepare is burning up in the sandwich machine. Whatever...so if something of mine goes, that means that something that's not mine is going down too. Take notice of
the Tony the Tiger and Tucan Sam sugar and cream set. Let me say this quickly, and without any hesitation, if there's no negotiating for the sandwich maker, than this stuff has to go. Even though they are cool pieces of breakfast ware, I had to sacrifice them as an act of revenge. We'll all miss you Tony, but you know it's just business big cat.
The other picture is just a day in the life of a professional cyclist like me, talking things over with EL Presidente, and the strongman on the team after a hard day of 250KM, of painful racing. A day filled with attack after attack, and countless counter attacks....It was a day that saw me ride 7 guys off my wheel in a 9 man break as I attacked them on everyone small rise in the road. I laughed as I road effortlessly....okay, I have to stop. I'm lying. Dude, it's really Alex, AKA EL PRESIDENTE, telling me all the things I did wrong in the race, and Kerry wondering why he did not get a top 5 placing. No worries, Kerry got'em next time. Now, on to the blog -----------
Is it just me or does ole Mr. Oden from Ohio St. seem to just 'barely' be there. It's that blank stare into nowhere that bothers me. It's like he's watching Mr. Rogers doing the limbo in a speedo. It's something that you don't want to look at, but you're scared to turn away because you want to see at what level of the limbo bar will his arthritis make him freeze up and flop to the floor. Maybe it's just me.
So, no all day bball tourney for me. I woke up and continued to expel green and yellow fluids in to piles of folded toilet paper. After Kimmy heard the shallow mutter of, "whoa, BLUE SNOT!" coming from the bathroom, she suggested that I sit this one out. Not one to listen to reason, I went against the grain..and ..err..listened to reason.
At home, my quickly laid out my day's action plan: #1-blow my nose, #2-fall back asleep, #3-do number 1 again, #4-complete the "no assembly required" computer desk that I started a few nights ago. Yes, yes, I was trying to do it while watching OVERCOMING(CSC documentary) so maybe it took me a little longer than it should, #5-eat a lot.
So, I think I got most of them done, and then kimmy started pacing around and moving things around. Some of us refer to this as "cleaning." Others of you unfamiliar with the last word might be comfortable with terms like, "pickup all the junk all of the floor, and making things not look dirty." It's what we all do before our parents come in town. Well along with the "cleaning" came a project that always scares me known as "SPRING CLEANING." That means that all the cool stuff I have that really has no use in the house disappears and the good folks @ the Goodwill get a crack at it. Dang it, that's my stuff...all me to elaborate!
This is the sandwich maker, sometimes referred to as "MR. Sandwich" maker. In the past, he has received limited use do to upgrades in technology. The George Foreman grill put him outbusiness. I always say that one day I'll put him in the game. So, I hid him in what I considered to be an "unknown" spot in the kitchen. Folks, his picture is here today because he was found, reported, and well...he's fallen. We salute you mr. sandwich maker. You had some great days, even though they were so long ago that I don't even remember what it is that you do. In fact, I'm not sure how to turn you on, or even how to turn you off if things with the sandwiches that you undoubtedly burned went wrong. You know how things get when you start a sandwich in the magic chef, then you start doing some yoga, and gettin all in touch with your chee, and then boom, it hits you that the syrup and sugar sandwich that your college budget allowed you to prepare is burning up in the sandwich machine. Whatever...so if something of mine goes, that means that something that's not mine is going down too. Take notice of
the Tony the Tiger and Tucan Sam sugar and cream set. Let me say this quickly, and without any hesitation, if there's no negotiating for the sandwich maker, than this stuff has to go. Even though they are cool pieces of breakfast ware, I had to sacrifice them as an act of revenge. We'll all miss you Tony, but you know it's just business big cat. Well we all know that you don't provoke a woman and take away her breakfast stuff when cereal is her favorite meal. She struck back against the MIB. That's right, I said Men in Black. Don't ask me where or how I got this guy, but I put him in the pantry a long time ago to protect the vitamins, spices and the such. he's done a heck of a job keeping everything safe, and has been know to make 
vitamins that I don't really want to take disappear. March 31th, 2007 came, and he was told that his services were no longer needed. Imagine for month this small Will Smith replica, although having absolutely no resemblance to the actor whatsoever except for the fact that he's not white, and he's wearing a black suite, has been protecting, the various items in my pantry, and now without warning and all because of a nasty turf war, has been cast out. Well, I took quick action and suggested that one of the dogs whom I feel is fat and worthless also go to the good will. Let's just say, that the MIB are still protected my vitamins. You gotta protect your stuff.
vitamins that I don't really want to take disappear. March 31th, 2007 came, and he was told that his services were no longer needed. Imagine for month this small Will Smith replica, although having absolutely no resemblance to the actor whatsoever except for the fact that he's not white, and he's wearing a black suite, has been protecting, the various items in my pantry, and now without warning and all because of a nasty turf war, has been cast out. Well, I took quick action and suggested that one of the dogs whom I feel is fat and worthless also go to the good will. Let's just say, that the MIB are still protected my vitamins. You gotta protect your stuff.
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Dude, MIB is still there??!? I thought he was in the Goodwill bag????
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