Motherly Pearls of Wisdom

Well, my mom forwarded them to me anyway, but the ones I liked best are here.

I've learned:
· That one good turn gets most of the blankets
. That it takes a very long time to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.
. That whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.
. That artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.

whew! from 32 deg to 72 deg! Can't wait for 5pm!

DuDe, i'M sO GoNna sCorE!

New shift. Jump on the ice, grab the puck. BREAKAWAY! dodge left, dodge right! Smoke past the advancing goalie to an open net! SCORE!!!!

What did we learn today kids? Other than it's much easier to score on your own goal, PAY ATTENTION to when the teams switch sides!

I think I'm up to double digits in hockey faux-pas. Oh the shame.

Things are Different in the Southern Hemisphere

Rip...rip...riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip! HOLY SHIT! You can have Brazil!!! Those folks down there are Crazy!!!!

It makes the workday fly by when at the end, what you have to look forward to is popping a couple 'a Advil, schlucking a glass of wine and having a lady ripping the hair outta your junk. YIPE! Another slathering of hot wax, some quick nervous conversation followed by the angry RIIIIIIIIP! It went on this way for about 45 minutes. Yak, yak, yak, YOW!


This was the last of the three 'appointments', yet more aptly named "the three bitches". Legs were yesterday, and honestly, not that bad. Being Italian and German, I've got nothing working for me in the body hair department. It's all thick, it's all dark, and it's a genuine bugger to get rid of. I guess it was the allure of not having to scrape a razor across my skin that made me schedule. I've been told that the first time's the worst. "Yeah" I thought, "'cause next time I'm going to start drinking at least half an hour sooner than this time!"

I'll be back, I'll test their theory, but the fabulous thing is that I won't have to be back for about a month! C-ya later Gillette!

i don't get it.

I love you 'cause I have to
Make everything OK
I love you 'cause I have to
...

Cooper Loves his new Collar!!! Hopefully with this reflective number "beagle duty" will be somewhat easier!

Naddabella

I know I should really enforce the one-blog-a-day limit, but what the hell.

I've been avoiding work responsibilities by getting Velo Bella team info out to the MI members, something of which I've been extremely neglectful over the winter. boo-friggin-hoo.

Velo Bella: An eclectic all women's cycling team that brings only the best...out of the woodwork that is. Everyone always seems to have a great time, take for example, this duo:



I will pose the question: Bella or Naddabella? Only you can decide.

find out more about Velo Bella at www.velobella.org

Happy St. PAT's Day!!!!

Trivia: Why are these two fighting?

"Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday tooo meeee.
I'm eeeeating your pumpkin bread,
Haaappeeee birrrthday tooo MEEEEEE!!!!"

The Last Day

It's finally here. The day. D-day, if you will. Today I will frolic, drink and be merry, for tomorrow I turn 30. Mike wouldn't say anything about anything that might or might not be happening tomorrow. I have a sneaking suspicion that he might load me up in the car and drive me out to pasture. He has "joked" more than once about trading me in for 2 fifteen year olds. "Great." I say, "I guess you'll just go to jail twice!"

Actually this hasn't hit me too hard. It's just a number to quantify the number of years living here on this planet after all. I figure it justifies my actions when I'll say to a riding buddy in their 20's, "I've been here loooonnngerrrr, neener neener neener!! Now go get your elder a beer!"

Nah, it's not the end of the world, just the end of a really great decade...and the beginning of an even better one. I resolve to always be the youngest at heart so, bring it on Father Time, you old bastard!

The Difference Between Women and Men

This winter I joined a "Women's developmental hockey program. This is where seventy adult women step out onto the ice in full regalia for the first time and learn to love the game. We had drills, instruction and are now playing in full force. Mike helped me upgrade my buddy’s thirty year old gear with my own duds, I even have my own cup so I guess that means I'm now a bona-fide hockey player.

Our games have picked up in speed and this Sunday things got a little more physical than we're used to. Elbows, sticks, pucks and words were flying, and not to any surprise, things got personal. Rival team player and our player collide mid-ice. They exchange icy glares as they skate apart, but not before the rival girl gets in the last dig. "Shit for Brains!!!" Our girl stopped on the ice at our bench too stunned to walk through the door. The poor woman is beside herself as she says shocked, "Shit for brains?!! I have two college degrees!!!"

I guess this is really where the genders part ways when it comes to the game. If this situation happened with guys, I'd assume the exchange would be more like: Player 1, "Shit for Brains!" Player 2, "[enter something about 'your mom' here]". Anyway, the whole thing still makes me laugh.

Novemb...er...OCTOBER 7th, 2006: Burch/Rau wedding and Maize n’ Blue vs./ Green n’ White.

So when I received the news that there’s a game scheduled on the day of our wedding I was a little less than affected with the idea of having to share it with dudes in tight pants pummeling each other over hog-hide. (people make fun of cyclist’s attire. Go figure.) Thankfully most of our guests are fans of other schools and/or could really give a shit about football. Now, if the Tour De France was airing, that’s another story!

Football is not a bad sport. It’s not at all, and I can certainly appreciate a good contest of athleticism, but it’s just not a sport that’s accessible to most of those who watch it. Let’s face it; pretty much any other mainstream sport is still available to those who want to play it. Hockey, basketball, swimming, running, cycling, volleyball are just a few examples. Post-high school/college football however has been relegated to backyard scrimmages and video games. F(L)ag football you say? C’mon! Who wants to prance around a field pulling rags out of other dudes pants? Seriously though, why are there no adult football leagues? My theory is that football appeals to the masses. The masses are brew-swilling couch potatoes who, having traded in the helmet and uniform for a white shirt, dark suit and XL belt are now reliving out their glory days in front of the cathode tube ray’s blue glow. No? Well then, agree to disagree, but I stand by it.

I don’t mean to pick on football. I guess that it’s just one of those sports that people can sit back, watch and never ever have to “put up or shut up”. Either that or I’m just lashing out at the cold non-cycling conducive weather we’ve been having and football just seemed like a good target. If this weather keeps up, baseball is next!

Every weekday starts with a trip to the bark park for Cooper, and a cup of coffee with a dark chocolate square for me. Today however, was the exception. I woke up too late to take him and had to get to work. Now, hours later we still haven’t gone. I hear an exasperated sigh, and look over my shoulder to meet my pup’s stare. His pleading eyes question why I haven’t allowed him to run, sniff and hump this day. Truly, my heart is breaking. He’s lying on the first step of the foyer ready for any towards-the-door movement on my part. It’s noon-thirty. Surly I can get away for an hour for a justifiable coffee/lunch break. Ok. We’re going, just promise me that you won’t get into the trash again!!