Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Yep it's snow. Doom, can you recommend a wax?
Diggin' the scene with the gangster lean...
There's a man taking a picture of our house.
New Twins Ballpark.
Hennepin County garbage burner which is really close to new Twins ballpark.
It was at this point where some guy offered his opinion that went like 'yeah, there's that stadium that's being jammed down our throats'. Since he obviously wanted a rebuttal I offered 'knock it off. I helped pay for your kids education and they didn't turn out any smarter'.
Back in the hood. No, I didn't tag this guy's garage.
Monday, March 30, 2009
The kindly gray haired gentleman said he knew Pure Jenius
The professional chef back on the payroll
Oh my God! I didn't think that when we got married that you would actually be moving in with me.
Welcome wagon is one of the best things about being alive.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
But anyway, 50 isn't as big a deal as 40 and as long as you remember that clock only stops for one reason you'll be ok with getting older.
Let's all light a candle today so that Duane gets the job he's interviewing for with the City Of Minneapolis. It's 30 hours a week and pays 5 dollars an hour more so Duane could be sitting pretty. Then I could ride my bike downtown and meet him at Rick's Cabaret for lunch.
Shhhh...quiet...did you hear that? It's something good to eat in the kitchen calling me out like a gunfighter. Have a nice day and use your turn signals.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Rode the train between downtown and Mall of America a couple of times because that's what a retired guy does. Plenty of people watching to be had for the low low price of $2.25. Inspected the new Twins ballpark and am now ready for a snack as Pat at the Wienery would say.
No bathroom cleaning scheduled for today because that tile cleaner has chlorine bleach in it and I don't feel like opening windows on a semi-cold day.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Bathroom is now clean and dogs have been walked. Time for a slow speed bike ride.
I have to opt out of the TuffRide because I have souffle' I'm planning for dinner.
Monday, March 23, 2009
If you're riding a bike right now it's windy but then I think you can figure that one out. Oh wait, it's windy on 42nd Street in south Minneapolis. I know what sticklers you are for details.
I've filled out a form online for unemployment two times and now they've mailed me the form. I tried to call but that the least friendly interactive voicemail I've come across in quite a while.
How's your basketball board doing? My national champ is still alive so there's still hope.
Kevin at Freewheel told me the back tire on my tt bike is shot from the trainer and to not ride it on the street. Any suggestions would be appreciated for a low rolling resistance tire that doesn't have to be glued or stapled or some other silly shit like that. I can just e-mail Timmer but I thought I'd seek input from the college of coaches.
Sorry I wrote so much.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Tree school was pretty good. The bees are dieing, bird species are vanishing and our climate is changing quite drastically during a short time period. Other than that, things are pretty hunky dorie.
It's crunch time for your basketball board. I filled out 2 of them and I have Memphis winning one and Pitt winning the other. I'm meeting Big Daddy at Tailgate (60th and Nicollet) at 11:30 to watch some hoops.
We're at the time of the year when I hate any marginally cold weather. I escorted the effervescent Mrs to her place of employment and froze my ass off. Wait, my ass is still there. Have a nice day and watch some basketball or at least watch Jeopardy.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
rode with the lovely Mrs yesterday and stopped for sliders and then coffee. If you're not stopping occasionally at Fire Mountain Cafe on 38th and 37th then you're missing out on a really nice Mom and Pop Hippie coffee shop. You can always balance this good ju ju with a stop at Hard Times where evil little shits make you feel privileged to have them wait on you and spend hours on end looking for deeper meaning in that devil music they listen to.
Applied for unemployment this morning online and can't wait for the money to start rolling in. I'm networking and looking for a job as we speak.
A appearance in West Richfield to take in that particular melodrama may be in order this morning.
In honor of the bi-polar mf who writes the Kenwood Racing blog...white sand beaches lingering on my Creamora staring squarely into the teeth of my Rice Krispy I spy a long lean lovely wandering aimlessly through a West Bank flophouse...
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Wall to wall college basketball the next 3 days. And absolutely no phone calls from whiners complaining about one dead branch in a f-ing ash tree. TGIF babes and babies...you made it to Friday.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
I hear the destination in Saint Paul is Great Waters Brewing Company where most of the boys and girls which eschew a handcrafted lager in favor of a PBR. I don't go to Saint Paul very often unless Highland just across the river is considered Saint Paul. I prefer to think of Highland as the Stay-at-home-moms ghetto with a few college kids mixed in.
Where was I? Beats the shit out of me. Oh yeah...the Mustache Ride. Hopefully we'll see you tomorrow at Freewheel on the picturesque West Bank at 4:45 pm for more fun than a person should have and the possibility of winning some really cheesy schwag for winning the mustache contest. Don't worry, if you don't have a mustache we'll stop at Saint Paul convenience store between robberies for fakies.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I really need a work from home job so I can keep up with the kids on Twitter. So, today is Wednesday? No shit? And pay day is tomorrow! I could've gone to work for two more weeks but I chose to not go and still get paid. I guess I'm not a team player.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
I rode my bike home and went back with the car and several trash bags for all the clothes and hats and crap and left about the same time the boys left at 3:30.
The forester has left the building. Props to my homeboy Duane who left right from City Hall and abandoned all of his personal shit. That was a bold move.
It's only sad that I won't see the boys on a daily basis. I sure won't miss the paperwork.
Smithers, I choose the gas station at 56th and Xerxes as my lunch spot.
Son, I need one place on the internet free of your virus. You have friended and de-friended one of the all-time great dogs two times and the last time you were a bit of a prick about it. Seek counselling or drink more.
That's pretty much it for now. No, you can't comment. Go somewhere else and pick apart every f-ing word someone else writes.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
I've ridden 451 miles this year so far in two months. Not bad for a pretty cold winter with a 3 week jury duty obligation thrown in.