Report of snapping turtles hatching RIGHT NOW at my parents' farmlet and I'm stuck at work.
Report of snapping turtles hatching RIGHT NOW at my parents' farmlet and I'm stuck at work.
After a Summer ful of bad news...more bad news today. I guess my grump is that I was ever foolish enough to think I knew where the bottom was...or that I was already there.
Need a battery for the moto. Again.
Cougar sighting at work means the trails are closed. At least the weather has been nice enough to do road rides during my lunch break. Dept of Fish and Game is out there setting traps... Sure, that'll work.
And I finally got my wife's frame back from the powder coater... Not only did it take them 3 tries to get it "right", there are still bubbles and paint sloughs in it. I won't publicly flog them, but I won't be promoting them either. Oh, and on top of that they charged more than the initial (verbal) estimate.
DT
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"the fun outweighs the suck, and the suck hasn't killed me yet." -- chasea
"Sometimes, as good as it feels to speak out, silence is the only way to rise above the morass. The high road is generally a quiet route." -- echelon_john
Stan's (Don't Even THINK About) Race Wheels. Left half my face on the SM100 after the front wheel folded on me.
Chris
Road, CX, Mountain
I can't complain about work on the Friday thread but I have a shit assignment for Friday that I have been dreading for 2 days now. The best I can hope for is that it doesn't suck that bad. Work can be fun but lately the man has really been sucking that fun right out of it. Sucks.
i need to have a thorough conversation with myself over the merits of sticking it out where i am for another 2 years until my 401k vests, or leave sooner than later.
pros and cons man. all the pros are money. all the cons are emotional.
I woke up with the goal of picking up a frame that I've lusted after and a new watch to celebrate unloading a house and last connection to my previous marriage. Out with the old, in with the rad. As the day progressed a series of things came up with my current house, the old house, and an old debt (that I didn't know about until today) that pretty much wiped out the fun fund for quite a while. It's good to know my ex can still eff me over years after I last saw her.
Two USPS parcels stolen from my front porch (through a gate and down a 30ft walk) in broad daylight, first time in the 20 years I've been here. Cycling clothing and a nice white '90s Turbomatic titanium totaling ~$450.
I wonder if my roof will support one of these?
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Heading to Amsterdam tomorrow at 6am for 6 days at the IBC show. What kind of idiot is planning a pure business show and make it start on a Friday ?
News is still coming out, but someone hit a middle schooler this morning while she was walking to school. We live in a neighborhood that's basically a housing community for the teachers (elementary, middle and HS are all on the same campus) and my daughters walk to school every morning. It won't stop them from walking, but someone messed up majorly and a bunch of lives are likely ruined.
Insubordinate. And Churlish.
Today, 911.
I always feel ill on this day.
Rest in Peace to all of those who perished on this date.
Except those responsible...
Yesterday I found the first company to blatantly rip off not one but two of my tools.
Today's grump is not exclusive to to today, it's an oldie getting older, getting worse. I watched this clip again, and there are many others like it that I love, and w/the awe comes the regret at never having learned to surf like this, committed to it, rolled the dice. I can catch a wave, this isn't that. It's like skiing, I've been at it since I was three, raced, I rip, I'm very good, but again, I never made it my life and went beyond, out into the nether regions of the big mountain free-ski lunatics that I admire and envy. That all or nothing mindset. blah blah blah - There is nothing like the Ocean, just nothing I've encountered yet, that holds the attention, thrills, calms and excites, and scares the shit right out of you, all w/in a matter of seconds. Anyway - this is great.
you're not the lord of the flies
My hair is receding! WTF hair??! It was so thick.. I looked like chewbacca, or an effin malamute. Must be stress, or turning 40..
Since January my wife has been looking forward to this weekend. She insisted that her team take part in Tour de Cure, because her dad and niece are both T1s. Besides Tulsa Tough, this was the only event she wanted the team to be a part of as a whole, complete unit. So plans were made, funds were raised. Everyone was set to travel down here and do the century ride. Even my wife's parents are headed down.
Today she's in bed with a 101* fever, chills, nausea...the works.
This may be the third consecutive week I've grumped out my Mother in Law. She's still here. We found her a place to live(we think) but the place wont take her dog too and my wonderful wife offered to take the dog. Now I hate to even call this a dog. It's a lap accessory. It's not man's best friend. It's just slightly too big for the Hawk that lives behind our house that hunts mice in our over grown Orange Grove to pick up snack on but its too small to be a real dog. My mother in law has goiters bigger than this thing. But since it worked out this way I'd rather have the dog than a prescription drug addicted mother in law to deal with and the dog will fetch the ball if I throw it across the street during rush hour.
There is one place to go in Amsterdam and that is an Italian restraurant, called la angeletto in the centeurbaum. Tiny place, so get there early, don't sit on the wrong side or order something special or ask for an extra knife because you will be ignored until you leave or make friends with a local who you get you re-instated. The food is inversely related to the potenial rudeness. And the fellas take their time. If you sit down at 6p good chance you will leave around 10:30 if you do it right. The risotto nero is mana. Best part late in the even the chef grabs the gut string and places sheet music on the of the deli display where squid and snapper and argula are displayed and begins to play while the crusty papa waiter sings opera, out of tune, red faced, neck vein popping, "Maria, Maria, Maria".
This is my last meal place
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