Now I know I'm old

Fridays

This bike was built up by my nephew Brian who's a throwback to the Steve Przeslicke, single wing formation, leather helmets, Git-R-Done era if there ever was one. It's a masterpiece for sure. Fix the cigarette lighter.

Thanksgiving '09

Nothing says Thanksgiving like meeting the Hiawatha Gang at Hard Times Cafe. While waiting for the boys I spoke to a guy who was released from jail this morning. He said he wasn't 'loitering' with an open container. He said he was walking with a liter of vodka.

Happy Thanksgiving

Give your mother an extra big hug for those of us who can't.

If you get hungry eat something

I'm pretty sure this stolen bike poster was off Twitter a while ago and I may have used it already but who cares?

Laying around the house eating leftovers, petting dogs and downloading songs off Itunes while wondering how you're getting along in your little cubicle. 14 minutes to college basketball, sporty.

Yay, Earl Heimes lives!

Ma speculated that her brother-in-law was dead but a little internet investigation led to this discovery. Let's form a posse and hit every nursing home in the Kenosha area to find him. The great Dorothy Heimes will live in our hearts and parlors forever.

Why I see you have a set of pipes

Fridays

A nice young fellow who stops in at Midtown gave me this hat this morning. Little old ladies knit these gems for the kids at the school where he teaches. I guess there were extras because kids would rather freeze their ass off than wear a hat. The hats may be a little too colorful for most of the kids, too. Mother learned how to knit (it probably took her all of two minutes to learn) in the early 80's and made many colorful gems such as this.

We miss you baby but your stamp is on just about every facet of our life.

American League MVP announced

I was named AL MVP today by League President Hurl in a ceremony at the prestigious CRC Coffee Bar. Hurl, who has cool in his DNA, made the presentation of the Rollo bobblehead trophy to me over coffee. Neither Rosenberg or Sarah Palin could be reached for comment.

Kids these days

Here's the story, Hurl. I think the lab was being operated by City Of Richfield employees.

It's too nice to go outside

ESPN has a college basketball marathon going. How good is that?

New Twins road uniforms shown above are pretty good I guess.

Is there anything to do in Big Lake? Saint Paul?

My neighbors have 3 kids who are 1,3 and 5. The one year old has the obligatory peanut allergy. I asked her what kind of fucking pansies are you women raising that all these kids are allergic to peanuts? She told me she heard it was related to stress experienced by pregnant women. OK, I'm game.

I guess it looks like bacon

Ink blot test this morning.

Be careful on your little bike in Minneapolis. Lots of motorists too f-ing lazy to scrape their windows.

Just talking to Big Dave at State Cross eliminated the pain in my heel.

Time for the Hot Stove League to start

It;s just about time for roadies to get out their trainers and start talking shit while a 50 year old woman still rides her bike to work at 6 am every day.

He's so cute and hugable

Mom, why does Ray call World Cycling the Evil Empire?

Nice enough guys when they're not talking about gluing tires

The boys were moving too fast to be in focus

State Championship Cross Racing

It's Albert and Emily! I made friends with every dog I could.

Fridays

I haven't seen Chuck in a while.

Probably going to Bassett Creek Park tomorrow to watch some cross racing. Mrs can't make it. She'll be shuttling the Snowy Bear and Kiah to their beauty appointments.

I went up on the roof yesterday and cleaned the gutters and valley from a shitload of leaves and seeds and branches too. Didn't come close to falling off which is a first. I'm through messing with leaves for this year. I had to become unemployed to finally get the job done.

Mrs and I will be going to Cains for chicken fingers. Happy college kids eating chicken. It's wonderful.

Momma cooked the breakfast with no hog.

Miss Debbie brought her first junk bike in from the alley recently. This warmed my red-headed-step-child's heart.

See you at Basket Park. I'll have a tranquilizer gun for Rosenberg.

I'll spare you the photo of a certain zebra

This reminds me, I need to call Duane.

According to the zoo volunteer this female Siberian tiger has rejected all of the suitors brought in to mate with her. I really liked when the grandmotherly volunteer said that the girl tiger 'cleaned his clock and they had to bring in the hoses' to describe one blind date.

Mrs finally cut the shit and posed for a photo. Over her right shoulder is a couple texting some kind of bullshit. Grandpa over his left shoulder is wondering if he could run away from his whiny grandchildren. I've got a car waiting, grandpa.

Little Debbie is all groweds up

The Bears got the piss pounded out of them again but Cutler threw the ball 47 times so I'm happy.

Mrs birthday celebration continues today with breakfast at Keys on Raymond and the Como Park Zoo. Photos of animal erections to follow.

I really want to start posting more photos (besides the animal stuff) of the neighborhood for my Chicago family. Someday, I'll position myself on 42nd Street to photograph some of the bike traffic. Don't look at the camera.

Thanks to the Donut Guy for the malware removal program. It sure did the trick.

I have a professional football player following me on Twitter which confuses me a little. He's only following like 150 people. Hmmmm...

Get to work.

A gift from the boys at Delta House

Hurl told me where to get the flag and Ben at Midtown zip tied the bad boy onto the basket. I'd love to chat but it's a nice sunny day and I'm off to Sibley Park to run the one man fast break. Baseball ended last night. Baseball should be over by mid-October.

Wednesdays

Boy, it sure got to be 12:30 pretty fast. I'd love to get out there for a solid 34 minutes of leaf raking/blowing/torching but it rained last night and I don't want to damage my lawn.

I was gonna do the Cross race at the Velodrome but Mrs made the cutest little sad face when I suggested something so distasteful as bike racing intrude into her birthday weekend. Her birthday is on Tuesday the 10th but she has outlined an entire list of activities which all sound great. So the only cross race I'll do this year will be Pork Chop which is just fine and dandy with me. If you're going to only do one race it should be Pork Chop.

Here's a shout out to my readers in Waukesha, WI and Barre, VT, who might be the oh so talented Chubby. I hope it's her. I'll torch this piece of shit for good when she stops reading it.

Tuffy, why not Radke?

Ok, that's quite enough of this drivel. See Agent Rosenberg if you want a refund.

F-ing roadies!

The neighbors were gather around the pole when I took the ladies for their morning constitutional. A bunch of kids in a Honda hit the pole and then drove away in their leaky radiator piece of shit. They need to be in school where strong men like Mr Tuffy keep them in line.

Mal/EncPK-JY and Mal/ObfJS-M come back every day and Webroot Internet Security only removes it for a while. As of 51 minutes ago I fired the IT Department except for the Poofter who couldn't handle such harsh treatment.

Someone picked up the Chicago Sun Times on a recent business trip. Let's just say he moved up a couple of spots in the will.

Dear diary, I did the dishes.

I like the dancing part of Dancing With The Stars. I just hate the judges and the fluff interviews.

Time for a snicky-snack.

8 months and 2 lawn mowings later...

I was laid off eight months ago today. My God, has it been good. This is not my hand. A supporter of the cause snapped this photo in front of the Richfield Public Works Facility.

It has been a very productive day so far. I hauled a very important pastry run. I did 59 minutes of leaf blowing and I gave myself a very stylish haircut.

Mrs has nice perimeter game and some sharp elbows