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.

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.

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?

Ma update

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The Red Lantern To The Rescue

Stick The Bandito

Hurl, I think he needs anger management classes

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.

Happy Friday Babes And Babies

Zapruder's-grainy-dizzying-lost-basement-video

A White Sox Fan?

I like this picture of Obama. You lookin' at me?

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.

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.

Happy Birthday Miss Debra

I stole this photo from Smithers. I can't look at it too long because it makes me depressed. Why did I steal it? I didn't want to comment on Smither's blog because he might think I like him and we can't have that. Oh wait, I can see Bob and Tainter chained to the other side of the track protecting the boards. I have to go or I'm liable to stick my head in the oven from viewing that picture.

Velo Cross - Eddie Bauer beats the piss out of Pearl Izumi

Later on in this post I'll talk about stealing a photo from Frank which I did. I belong to Skinnyski just so I can steal photos. This is Brian who is Michael's brother. I added this on Monday. You see, from a blogging standpoint I'm a star because I don't care. I'd let you comment but let's face it...you're not all that witty and you couldn't find FUNNY with a Garmin.
Mrs and I made the arduous journey to suburbia for Velo Cross which was run quite expertly by Super Rookie. Oh wait, he may have had a little help. Master Cullen was shaking like a little leaf after his race as were most roadies in their little windbreakers.
Michael Gaines did a good job as usual. I'll have to steal a picture of his brother Brian from Frank or somebody.
There was better teeth gritting shot of Kristy but I spaced out because they were talking about Sarah Palin on the news. Why is the news media still covering a 40 something hockey mom who didn't know shit about anything. At least Sarah Palin proved once and for all what part of their body men think with.
The Poofter told me to stop picking on T3. Well, here's the deal. T3 had to take a shot about a recumbent even though I'll be pushing myself in a wheelchair before I'm seen on a recumbent. That pretty much opened up T3 to my wrath.
T3 chose the old Cat 6 kit instead of the newer long johns model. I wore Carhartt carpenter pants, blue oxford shirt and my Eddie Bauer parka which made most roadies in their little wicking technical jackets very jealous.

Not sure what all the discussion is about.

What breed of dog should the Obama's get? We've lived here 18 years and have had 3 purebred Golden Retrievers and a halfy (Snowy). Goldens are the best. This photo of Gerald Ford and his dog Liberty is one of my favorite pet photos ever. And will you look at Ford's plaid schpantz.

Deer opener safety warning

Remember boys, you never know where Uncle Dick will be with his grenade launcher. If you see Cheney I would suggest using some type of electrical shock to disable his pacemaker.

Stay off the couch. Yeah, right.
This is the Take Me For A Walk You Worthless Piece Of Shit bark.


Part of me would like to take out a bike and powerslide the wet leaves and do my damndest to hurt myself but most of me wants to lay around, drink coffee, forage the fridge and watch it snow occasionally. Tomorrow is going to be real cross weather at the Velodrome. Still need to get some dolla bills for hand-ups.

I can see you dressed like a girl today

Mrs says that when another woman compliments her about her hair it's time to schedule a beauty shop appointment. Conversely, if you know another woman went to the beauty shop recently it's mandatory to compliment her hair. These concepts don't hold true for me. I may say something like - 'I've never seen you with your hair combed before' or 'Didn't have time to do anything with your hair today, huh' or something equally complimentary.

Hope wins out over fear

I hope you ignored the weather and rode your bike to work. A little girl on a tiny Surly Crosscheck rode her bike to work. You can do it.

In the end the cool half black guy won out over the old white guy and his screwy hockey mom. I don't think Obama is liberal enough.

Just 3 days to the cyclocross race at the Velodrome. I will not ring my cowbell for any roadies I deem to be unappreciative. You know who you are.

Richie can do it

Hopefully Obama wins today and McCain's f-ed up hockey mom can go back to Alaska to hunt moose and babysit her illegitimate grandchildren. Alaska has 680, 000 people living there which is roughly a quarter the population of Chicago. Come to think of it maybe Richie could run both Chicago and Alaska and save both places some tax money. Richie could bring in his own ward bosses to shape things up.

Who's on the phone?

I'm chatting with my buddy Super Rookie about how awesome the Velo Cross Race on Saturday, November 8th is going to be. Those kids at Little Guy Racing sure know how to put on a good race. I wish I could race but I'm just happy the cortisone shot is still allowing me to walk down a flight of stairs. I love this picture of me.

To Super Rookie and Dis(pencer)

Velo Cross this Saturday! You gotta be shitting me. I'm going to cheer on Hans in his return to cross racing. I'm going to start saving dollar bills for hand up or a strip joint...whichever comes first. Mrs may also make an appearance which is quite something considering it's her birthday weekend. I smell a Kohl's run.

Biking schmiking

I love basketball. Basketball is why I'm eventually going to get that knee replaced. Skibby, our number 1 draft choice in Chicago (Derrick Rose) is something special. He's lightning fast and a great passer. Nobody will ever be MJ again. He was once in a lifetime.

Halloween '08