Hi gang!
Here are some answers to your questions. Feel free to ask more or followup, cuz I have hit a dry spell as far as inspiration. (I could rant about pointless killing of people in the Middle East, but aside from stating the obvious, I don’t think it would be very productive)
First, before I start, lemme say that I’m sick. Woozy, I think, is the technical term for it. I’m waiting for my doctor to call and ‘work me in’ (that sounds SO exciting, doesn’t it?) so there.
Pamalama wants to know if we can go drinking. Not just yes, but hell yes.
Erin’s bringing chips, which is freakin’ awesome.
Melissa asks if my wife has a blog – no, she thinks blogs are a waste of time. Based mostly on how much time I spend with mine. On what she thinks of mine, I’m not really sure. She has read it, at times, and knows about it, but she has never commented on any of my posts (either a real comment on the blog or a “you stupid bastard!” comment at home). So I really don’t know what she thinks. Perhaps I need to find out? *scribbles note*
Katie is making froo-froo drinks for everyone. I heart Katie.
Randi has suggested a chat, which is an awesome idea, and as soon as my head stops throbbing I’ll think about it. In the meantime, y’all feel free to start without moi..
And Kym would like to hear more about my runs. I’m assuming she does not mean the bathroom kind. Well, this week was going great – I was up early (5:45 am I’m on the street) Sunday and Tuesday, on Tuesday I ran ten minutes, walked for three, ran ten more, and sweat a couple of gallons. I’ve gotten to where I kinda like sweating. Odd? Perhaps. This morning I was to run for 25 minutes, my longest to date, but just couldn’t do it. Perhaps tomorrow. If I miss too many days, I’ll repeat the 10 – 3 – 10 once or twice and then do the long run. My key concern is injury, I’m lugging around a lot of flubber and I don’t want to twist an ankle or hurt my knee or something silly like that.
I guess that’s it for now. 😉
I’m such an ostrich with her head stuck in the sand over the Middle East conflicts. I can’t do anything and it all makes me terribly sad.
On the flip side, I’ll make some mudslides too if anyone gets tired of fruity drinks. hehe
I’m with Katie, I’d rather be an ostrich because I’m too sensitive to other people & I would go into a deep depression if I know too much. Me being in a deep depression will not help anything, so I find a hole.
My husband feels the same about blogs being a waste. He is opened to read mine but won’t. I even made him his own page on bebo just because it is his famliy that got me on there & they like him soo much more then me. He will, very seldom, look on there & I have it set up to his likes.
About Blog Her or whatever it is called, I’m surprised you didn’t try to dress up as a girl & sneak in there, if it was the beard that stopped you, I’ve seen women with beards. 😀 You know you would love being there with all those women!;)
But I’m happy you are at home blogging, I miss you when you aren’t. But you know it would have made a good movie….