Ash Friday

I have no idea where the black mark came from. Well, I guess it came from somewhere on 42nd Street after they were fed sausage and bacon at Stabby's. I tried to clean it off and now it's worse. As Ma would say - 'there will be hell to pay for this'.

Tuesday briefing

I cleaned the shower, played with the kids next door in the jumpy thing (Olivia's 5th birthday), talked to Rosenberg's smart ass wife, walked the dogs to the corner cafe, ate 2 waffles for lunch (one with ice cream), redirected my brother-in-law to his sister's work phone after congratulating him for continuing to smoke (nobody likes a quitter) and blew some doors off on the Greenway including a group of pathletes who had to wait for a train. I even got one guy twice because he got fried in Hopkins. Go back to work. You hate your job. You hate your co-workers. You love your commute if it's on a bike.

Fridays

This is Lance Corporal Joshua Bernard. He died on August 14th, 2009, in Afghanistan. He was 21 years old. He did not die in vain.

Get off the GD phone!

Mrs sent 5 text messages in July and none in August. Oh wait, she talked 11 minutes worth too on her cell phone. God loves me.

Have ridden 4100 miles so far this year which isn't bad but should probably be higher.

Snakecrotch, are you doing this Dakota 5-0 that Hurl is doing? You should while you're still a young pup.

I'm really hoping for a pastry hand-up at the cross races I do this year. Nothing fancy...Twinkie Ding Dong.

Rosenberg needs to make a showing at CRC because he is missed.

And would Raymond like another stale hot dog bun?

I just had 2 Hebrew National dogs on a bratwurst bun that had sell by July 30th on the bag. That's right bitch, food doesn't go to waste at my house.

While we're on the subject of hot dogs I may have to consult the family expert Mr John Wroblewski about his preference of Hebrew National or Nathan's.

That's it for now. I need to get some tennis balls because tennis is part of my training for cross. Boy, that Julia is lucky that I don't get her on the court. US Open baby!!

Thanks for the socks, Eric.

Well then, I guess we'll see your punk ass when you get home from school.

Congrats girls, those of you in Minneapolis have made it through another summer. I know because I saw some of the little shits waiting for the bus this morning to take them to institutions where men like Uncle Tuffy can expand their minds momentarily off of TV, Playstation and texting.

So go get that bottle/box of wine and hit that MF hard. Don't worry, you'll be coherent enough by 3 o'clock when they get home from school.