Various Updates
Weekend update: I'm just starting the work week, because I've spent the last couple days home coughing. Hey, remember back in college when I had that hacking cough for 4 years straight? Haha, oh I coughed up many a gob. I've mostly dropped that, but I've had a wicked cold for the past few days so I opted to stay home and hang out with the dog, who in a blessed expression of sympathy for my plight barely tried to eat me at all. He did jump up on the couch and shake his ass in my face for a while, but considering how much he loves that area himself he was probably trying to do a nice thing.
Wedding update: The new date is set! Clear your schedules, steam your best suit, and start saving to buy us that LCD HDTV because wedding bells are ringing right here in Austin, TX on March 8th. That's March 8th. If you're reading this you're probably invited, unless you're some weirdo. Lizett has shocked the world and punched the Pope right in the face by opting to have a non-Catholic, non-Church, and indeed wholly non-religious ceremony at a historical mansion in downtown Austin, thus assuring our eternal damnation in the eyes of the Jesus and not coincidentally her mamama. Huge bonus: no Pre-Cana.
Fitness update: Lifting is coming along quite nicely but I'm hitting some problems with the running. In week 3 of the Couch to 5k program we have just now progressed to equal parts walking and running, and still my right shin continues to throb more with each stride. I'm not quite sure how to proceed because I genuinely could not be taking it any slower, and I definitely don't want to stop, but if things continue at this rate I'll be past the point of tolerance within a couple weeks. The dude at RunTex said I have high arches, maybe I'll try some insoles and see if that helps any.
Swarley update: Swarley/CESM/Gynecomastea has lost her virtue, violated by a pebble kicked up by some sonofabitch on I-35. My formerly pristine CRV now has a small but noticeable chip/crack in the windshield which, left untreated, could destroy the fabric of reality. The first injury to an otherwise unmarred car is so traumatic. I remember when I first got the Silver Bullet, it was right outside of Boracho--God bless her, she was barely out of the dealer lot when Moose opened a car door right into her front passenger side, taking out a paint chip the size of some sort of small paint chip and a largish piece of my soul. I temporarily swallowed my rage because, let's face it, Moose could snap my arms off and reintegrate them with my body via my rectum with minimal effort, but brothers, it hurt. Man, Boracho was good though. Good going down anyway, but it's like McDonalds breakfast--first you eat it, then it eats your stomach lining.
Wedding update: The new date is set! Clear your schedules, steam your best suit, and start saving to buy us that LCD HDTV because wedding bells are ringing right here in Austin, TX on March 8th. That's March 8th. If you're reading this you're probably invited, unless you're some weirdo. Lizett has shocked the world and punched the Pope right in the face by opting to have a non-Catholic, non-Church, and indeed wholly non-religious ceremony at a historical mansion in downtown Austin, thus assuring our eternal damnation in the eyes of the Jesus and not coincidentally her mamama. Huge bonus: no Pre-Cana.
Fitness update: Lifting is coming along quite nicely but I'm hitting some problems with the running. In week 3 of the Couch to 5k program we have just now progressed to equal parts walking and running, and still my right shin continues to throb more with each stride. I'm not quite sure how to proceed because I genuinely could not be taking it any slower, and I definitely don't want to stop, but if things continue at this rate I'll be past the point of tolerance within a couple weeks. The dude at RunTex said I have high arches, maybe I'll try some insoles and see if that helps any.
Swarley update: Swarley/CESM/Gynecomastea has lost her virtue, violated by a pebble kicked up by some sonofabitch on I-35. My formerly pristine CRV now has a small but noticeable chip/crack in the windshield which, left untreated, could destroy the fabric of reality. The first injury to an otherwise unmarred car is so traumatic. I remember when I first got the Silver Bullet, it was right outside of Boracho--God bless her, she was barely out of the dealer lot when Moose opened a car door right into her front passenger side, taking out a paint chip the size of some sort of small paint chip and a largish piece of my soul. I temporarily swallowed my rage because, let's face it, Moose could snap my arms off and reintegrate them with my body via my rectum with minimal effort, but brothers, it hurt. Man, Boracho was good though. Good going down anyway, but it's like McDonalds breakfast--first you eat it, then it eats your stomach lining.
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-LB
8:43 PM, October 05, 2007
I remember the first ding on the Mustang. I didn't see it, but you tell some SUV driving jerk's kid opened the back door into my car. I don't mind that ding as much as the 4 parallel lines scratched into the back bumper. How the hell did that happen??
9:34 AM, October 09, 2007
6:41 PM, October 09, 2007
-lb
2:22 PM, October 10, 2007
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