Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Move along Skippy

Not much for you except a shot of Cody Michaels head. Rosenberg, why do you persecute me?

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

I got nothing pressing...


except the Manny Ramirez jersey I won on E-Bay for $24.99.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Baby skid


The ride in


The morning ride in was incredible...six foot drifts, angry soccer moms, locusts, Vikings fans, roadies, trackies, hipsters, messengers, cops in cars, dogs and cats living together, Snakecrotch, beer vendors, glass blowers, snowblowers, hippies, yippies, conservatives, liberals, Daryl Dawkins-glass-flyin-Robinzine-cryin'-I-am-jam.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Christmas Day Morning Edition

Dayle with Annie

Mrs and I are lying around eating snacks and watching movies both good and bad. If you have to get dressed up in those cold-ass school clothes and go somewhere then I feel for you.

That Golden Retriever who was shot and patched up at the U is now lounging at the same foster parents house that once housed the fabulous Kiah before we adopted her. Dayle from RAGOM is a real sweetheart. I hate to think of what goes on the mind of someone who would shoot a dog and leave it to die.

Some guy was murdered on Lake Street this morning at like 2 am. As Florida State head football coach once said - 'not much good goin' on after 1 am'. You got that right, Bobby.

Before I forget, I hear that Governor Pawlenty is going to ask that the National Guard plow the streets in Saint Paul.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

40 bucks, Tuffy


Christmas Eve Edition


Did it really snow in Chicago recently? I couldn't find a photo of a garbage truck with a plow on it.

Tuffy, that Cowboy's jersey is a little "snug". I'll need to forget where the bakeries are if I want to fit in it. Still, it's a really cool jersey.

Don't make an ass of yourself at family gatherings this Christmas. Don't put people on the spot about their relationships, jobs or their never-ending pursuit of a college degree. Don't talk politics or religion. And don't ask anyone about their weight or I'll come out of the woodwork with a f-ing shovel. You can always talk about the weather or my jersey collection.

Remember, don't be shy, take that last piece of pie even if you've already had a large slice.

A favorite at my house

Monday, December 22, 2008

Frozen water bottle

Yes, it's cold for bike riding but the Cullen boys are bigger whack jobs because they rode yesterday when it was 8 below. I'm sure they rode further than 4.23 miles.

Today's I-pod selection included:

Son Seals - Call my job
Ted Nugent - Cat Scratch Fever
Chris Rea - Texas
Mademoiselle - Styx
Joss Stone - Bruised but not broken
Todd Rungren - Bang the drum all day

Still a couple of leftovers in the fridge from last week's luncheon. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Tuffy, the guy on the Cowboys who wore this is 6'5" and a biscuit under 300 pounds so I hope it fits. I'm not worried about that autograph coming out in the wash. Let's not talk about money. Talking money is so gauche (pronounced Go-Shay). I've got an Adrian Peterson coming this week too. Merry Christmas to me.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

They asked for 10. I gave 'em 15. Hell, it's Christmas.

Ma would have turned 85 years old today. We're not going to feel bad or sorry for ourselves. We are going to celebrate her life with good food and fond stories of her quirkiness. She was a good sport and very tolerant of her son. One of the nursing assistants at Heritage told me Ma always said 'he's my crazy one' after I left.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

For Pete Hanna





2 turkeys, 2 hams, 30 pounds of potatoes, stuffing, candied sweet potatoes and one very small tray of raw vegetables. Then dessert.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Hot In The City

Dropped Mrs off with the car. Park car in the garage at home. Ride bike to work. You know the drill. These people I work with act like I rode in from Saint Cloud. It's four and a half miles for Chrishe sakes!

Monday, December 15, 2008

Mrs and I return to work today. We are not alone in that we work because it pays for stuff like the mortgage, food and provides health care. I am different because I try to not be a pain in the ass for my co-workers. My job will never define me. On the bright side I start jury duty January 5th.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Frye Daddy, I haven't forgotten

Holiday tablecloth not included

You've got the look

Congratulations to my homeboy Master Cullen on his 3rd place finish at the US Cyclocross Nationals being held in Kansas City, Missouri this weekend. Master Cullen is shown here modeling the Planet Bike skinsuit he has been racing in. I once had a bachelor pad not far from the Nats course where I entertained the ladies with my fondue pot, toaster oven and console tv.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Get a haircut and get a real job...

Mrs and I will be going to see this at 10:30 this morning at Southdale. Ebert and the idjit from the Star Tribune each gave it 2 stars but all I'm looking for is some special effects and some movie popcorn.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Today we bury the great Addie Przeslicke at 11 am at Saint Mary's Cemetery. Where do I get the side that loves colorful jerseys and Hawaiian shirts from? Now you know. From this day forward I shall celebrate Mother's birthday on December 20th. Don't feel sad. I was lucky to know and love one of the great human beings of all time. My family thanks all of you for your love and compassion during the last three weeks.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Go Blago Go!

Yeah, like the governor of your home state never gets arrested by federal agents.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Glad I looked for those shoes

My brother Jim had mentioned that Ma had a crucifix from my father's coffin and I didn't think too much about it. Today I asked Debbie to help me locate a pair of shoes I wear all winter (accommodates thicker socks) so she looks in my closet and the shoes aren't there but the crucifix is. It's in a bag and has a note my mother wrote which said -'Crucifix is from Dad's coffin. Please put in mine.' My mother would see the humor in this. I rushed the crucifix over to the mortician's who will place it in the coffin for a nominal fee of $29.99. The mortician also asked about flowers. Ma always said to bring her flowers when she could enjoy them and not waste our money when she was dead. I told the mortician this and he got a good laugh out of it. Me too.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Forever in my heart

Mother passed away this morning very peacefully. Her tremendous love, compassion, patience and understanding will be cherished forever. Good bye mother. I will miss you forever and will try my hardest to be someone you would be proud of.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

My brother is spending the night at Ma's. Gee, I got the call from the nurse 2 weeks ago tomorrow. She hasn't eaten anything since last Saturday and hasn't moved in 2 days. But still that heart keeps on beating. The morphine in small doses is to regulate her breathing and that it has. Honestly, I was going to rake those leaves Thanksgiving week. Ma knew how much I loathed yard work.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Not the kind of person who would burden her family my mother made pre-arrangements for her funeral. I took her to see her final resting place after she purchased it and went back today because I wanted to see the headstone. She will be at Saint Mary's at 46th and Chicago which is close to my house. But tonight she fights on proving what I always knew...that's one tough old bird.

Monday, December 1, 2008

I ran home to pick Debbie and eat something. Mother gets morphine every 4 hours. The hospice people make me sadder when they visit. You boys don't ever worry about ending up like this. There are probably 200 residents at Heritage Of Edina and about 10 of them are men. But there's only 1 Bruce.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Thanks for all the support. Don't let the foul language fool you. I'm a big teddy bear.
My dogs are kinda weirded out by the strange hours we're keeping. Coming home to let them out is an ok diversion. Mrs and I will spend the night at Ma's. My brother Jim is with Ma right now. It's been good to see my brothers even if they keep up that little brother bullshit.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Stopped home to let the dogs out and spend an hour in my own bed. It's hard to find an alcoholic Catholic priest around Thanksgiving. Father Pat the hospice chaplain seemed open to the thought of kidnapping a Catholic priest from a nearby church. Laugh when you can. That's the son she knew.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Father Pat the hospice chaplain said some prayers with me and his cross never burst into flames once. Smile a little.

Wednesday morning

Ran home to take Mrs to work. The room next door to Ma's has a bed in it which is better than the floor so I slept a couple hours last night. I'm wonderful. Who else would she want next to her bedside at this time?

Monday, November 24, 2008

Ma update

I meet with the hospice people tomorrow. I'll sleep there again tonight. I can cry if I want to.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Not on the Oprah book list


Will be spending the night at Ma's place. I thought I told you dumbshits to call your mother and tell her you love her.

Saturday, November 22, 2008


Ma's not doing so well. I came home from her place to regroup and catch a little sleep. I really love this picture of her and I haven't got a clue where it was taken. This photo shows how wholesome she is. It's not her trying to look reflective or wholesome. It just comes out naturally. Goddamnit this life goes fast.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Where's my fat ass domestique?


I led Mrs out through the brutal wind for her patented sprint while sprinter wannabes were still snug in their Saint Cloud beds. Lighten up, you know I love you two muscleheads.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Cross Recap '08

Saint Cloud: Since Mrs stays home to answer my bookmaking calls I must race at Porkchop with no personal photographer. I ask Cullen to take a couple of pictures of me for my blog. Cullen takes 100 self portraits and shoots a 10 minute video while on a Saint Cloud city bus. All is not lost as Doom's mother regains her chili cooking throne.
Corcoran: Jessica takes a dollar hand up and I get to scare the piss out of some guy who wanders out on the course. I also take some guys phone away from him at the run up and give his shocked girlfriend a quick primer on parallel parking. Kevin the promoter chases me down as we're trying to leave and throws 100 water bottles in the car.
Hudson Riverfront: Here's two pieces of information about me. One bug bite is one too many and any foreign object in my shoe (such as sand) is a matter of life and death. All in all I'm a fashion nightmare with those red gloves and no handbag. After about a 9 month ad campaign Smithers makes his cross debut and also sings camp songs after the race. Debbie wanders into town and returns with an antique lamp that works for one night. Finally, I meet Gulliver the Cullen's golden retriever and I dare say neither of our lives will ever be the same.
Wirth Park: I'm dead on from a fashion standpoint with a Giant's jersey and my flip-up sunglasses. I get lost in the woods several times and end up in North Minneapolis at a fire station where I drop Dan Casper's name and immediately get promoted to Chief. Sadly and humanely this is where the racing part of cross season ends for me. Four days later Doctor Ed comes through with a cortisone injection and gives me a free set of pilot wings.
Velo Cx: Super Rookie opens the vault and makes a deal through my agent that I can't refuse. Spencer and Ped speak to me without prior authorization and Mrs buys the entire shoe section at Kohl's. Love Chunks skin color appears a nice grayish tone and he indeed lets out that he's a Mary Kay girl.
State Championship: I cheer loudest and ring the bell hardest for the C and B racers. I hand out about 20 bucks in not so hard earned City Of Richfield income. What recession? Shit, my dogs have a dog walker. Rosenberg makes his long awaited '08 cross debut and soundly defeats a little girl in a plaid skirt on her bmx bike. I fly the colors of the MFD and avoid the stairs where hooligans (don't worry Hurl, you're included) hand out shots of Tequila Rose to hard drinking roadies.

Well, that's the way I saw it...at least the parts of it I remember.
They're still working the bugs out of the mechanical system here at work so it's currently 63 degrees in the locker room which makes changing a speedy affair. 20 degrees on the ride to work this morning which is plenty cold for this time of year. my feet were cold because I'm too lazy to look for my warmer shoes somewhere in the basement. Mrs can find anything in our house.

Monday, November 17, 2008

I can't be the only person who doesn't give a shit about what you do for a living and how hard you work. I am not defined by what I do for a living. Oh, and don't ever ask another person to explain what their f-ing tattoos mean.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Master Cullen took third place overall in the first race which was Cat 4's, some of the women, juniors and few of the people from Ma's place. Unfortunately, I saw him talking to Waataaaaaaja after the race which can't have a positive effect on his intellect.

State Champ

My pal Sone repeated as State Cross Champ. Shots of frosting on me.

Only the forester is authorized to plant a money tree

I went to the State Cross Championship and redirected some of the City Of Richfield's money to some needy people.

Traffic - Empty Pages

What's on my i-pod? Well, this is. Cold ass in Minnyianappolis this morning. State Cross at Basset Creek today. No racing for me. Still enjoying my cortisone shot.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I just enjoy the shit out of this.

Ooops


That drainage ditch is called a "rain garden" and there's no curb between the parking lot and the ditch. I wondered how long it would take a professional heavy equipment operator to back in there.

Don't call it a comeback

1st time on my bike in 5 days this morning. Mrs is a trooper and rode her bike to work too. I wouldn't exactly label myself as a ball of fire right now.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Veterans Day

I saw this on the news last night. Canadians honoring their fallen soldiers coming home from war. I'm sure there's places in the US that do this.
I don't forget why I don't have to go to work today and I consider those who give me shit that the City gives us too many days off for minor holidays to be disrespectful.
I wish I could say that all these dead soldiers will eliminate terrorism. I just don't see that happening. What's sadder to me is the fear we live with every day. 9/11 didn't create that fear. It merely reinforced it.