Let's Get this Season Started

Thanksgiving: PASS

So what's next?

Did you say Christmas?

Well, yeah, but I'll get to that later.

It's time to get my act together for the winter racing season. That's right. See Dick run. See Jane run. See Dick and Jane.....

Uh, ReformingGeek?

Yes?

Behave.

Dang.

What I'm trying to discuss is running. It's time for me to pick up the mileage and get ready for Cowtown 2010 in February. I'm planning on doing another half marathon. Finishing medal #2 of 5 has my name on it.

Well, not really, but it is part of a 5 piece set. I got the first one last year. These people know how to make money. If you miss a year, you can still order a "commemorative" medal for your collection.

Hum......ReformingGeek's brain is making clicking noises...



Anywhatsit, I told Hubby I was going to the park to run 8 miles. I offered him the opportunity of bringing his bike and riding circles around me screaming "Faster, Faster" but he declined. So what did he do instead?

He watched a movie. If you say anything about how he had time to watch a movie while I ran, I will throw something at you.

ReformingGeek sticks out tongue.

Sometimes, my evil twin makes appearances when I'm running.

We've had some nice weather lately and there were lots of folks at the park, including clueless kiddos on bikes. One of them passed me on his bike, giving me about six inches of space and then proceeded to stop right in front of me. AAAAAARRRRRGGGH!!!! Did this child not understand the laws of physics? I put my arm out to brace myself and it landed on his back. The poor thing probably thought I was shoving him. Evil Twin scolded him trying to quickly explain that one cannot do that and expect to survive.

ReformingGeek scolded me
and threw my bicycle in the creek.

No I didn't. Really. That's not even the same kid. He's too young to be on a bike. Sheesh!

Let's move on to Christmas, and yes, I'm OK with calling it Christmas. My friend and I went to see Santa. I know it's early but we were hoping to avoid the long lines. We sat in his lap and asked for stylish clothing and adult-sized bodies with boobies:


I can't wait to open gifts at Christmas this year...

Photo credits: sad child, theFrazers on flicker.com, Creative Commons license (see sidebar), Santa's lap: Facebook application sponsored by RadioShack, Running Reffie, White Rock 15K July 2009

A Fork in the Road...or Somewhere

It's been another exciting week around here. That's right. Here's the list of what I've accomplished:

• Re-organized sock drawer: Check
• Cleaned sports/junk/project/crapft room: Check
• Shampooed and vacuumed cat (Oh. I think I see where I went wrong. It was supposed to be CARPET. Oops.): Check
• Turned yoga students into pretzels: Check
• Faked an affluent social life on Facebook: Check
• Swam without drowning: Check
• Bought a Bicycle: CHECK CHECK CHECK!!!!!

Yay! I finally have a bike. Now I need to go ride it.

Enough of that. Didn't I say something about forks?

I'm convinced that someone else besides Hubby, Cat, and I live in this house. Lately, when I've opened the silverware drawer to pull out a small fork, I find that a large fork had infiltrated the small fork slot. WTF? I mean, WHAT THE FORK? Or, as some members of my Texas-born family would say: "WHAT THE FARK"!

Surely someone is coming in at night or when I'm not here and re-arranging my drawer. That must be it because I certainly wouldn't put the forks in the wrong slot while unloading the dishwasher, now would I?

Sigh. I've been feeling so good lately but I must have been fooling myself. I need another vacation.

While looking around for pictures of forks, I found this:


I get frustrated with my hair-throwing, dirt-rolling, clawed critter that looks like a cat but I would never do that to him. Then again, maybe he could use the pitch fork to get the moles out of our yard.

Then I found this picture:


so I poured me some wine.

Along with my wine, I pulled out Skye's granola. That's right. She sent me this photo for naming her harvest granola "Blue Skye's Harvest Granola":


So should I go for a career in Marketing?

Photo credits: devil kitty: geckoam on flickr.com, wine label: fotofill on flickr.com, Creative Commons license (see sidebar)

The Girl with Two Heads Jumped the Couch on a Bike!

Summer is heating up again down here in Texas just as the kiddos have about another week of freedom from their respective prisons. Most of the teachers report for incarceration today.

It's been a wild and crazy summer. Da Old Man Joe helped out the medical and insurance industries by spending way too much time in the hospital and rehab and Chelle has apparently been nibbled on by a zombie and requires brain surgery. So what's a friendly and helpful geek to do for her blogging buddies during these tough times?

I'm glad you asked. Since Crotchety's couch was destroyed or maybe I should say sacrificed during the process of getting needed medical attention (for him, not the couch), I started saving up my pennies and was able to find another couch at a great price:


Joe, it will ship Monday. I think the shipper is something called Allied Waste Services.


As for Chelle, well, I think that all she needs is a spare head. That's right. Just in case the zombies take too much out of the one she currently has:


Chelle is scheduled for surgery to append the extra head on Thursday. I'm a little concerned. Something seems to have happened to her suntan.


Oh wait. Isn't this blog supposed to be about me?

Of course it is.

I've started shopping for dikes. I googled but the results didn't show anything with wheels. I was rather embarrassed at what Google showed me. Um....I just don't think geological formations, dams, and.....er....

Uh, ReformingGeek?

Yes?

I think you mean bike, B-I-K-E. Are you dyslexic or something?

Oh wow. Mayde.


OK. Let me try the Google again. T-R-I-A-T-H-L-O-N B-I-K-E-S

Phew. Much better.

Now this one would be nice:



But I'm a little short on pennies so maybe I can find something like this that reminds me of my first bike:



Most likely this is what I'll be able to afford:


I'll pass on the lock.


Photo credits: flickr.com, Creative Commons license (see sidebar): couch: awhyzip, 2heads: Mooi, big wheel: srossi, banana bike: Here in Van Nuys
Tri-bike: online biking retailer