it’s just the little things

Junk that isn’t enough for it’s own post.

We saw “Knocked Up,” and dayum that was some funny shit. Do not see this movie if the F-bomb offends you in the slightest, they must have tossed it out at least 100 times. Also? Drug use, premarital sex, jokes about the Taliban and/or Jews, and making kids play fetch. I’m not kidding, it’s all there. Funny stuff.

Today is the first morning I have not run since Sunday. (woo-hoo! Three days in a row!). I needed a rest day, and I don’t regret one bit sleeping until 6:30 this morning.

We’re thinking of going to see Shamu again this weekend.

My wife made corn muffins yesterday and I’m having them again this morning. Dang they are tasty. Sorry, I didn’t bring enough to share with the class (but I do have grapes, just stop by).

I need to clean my keyboard. Does the dishwasher thing work? Wouldn’t it be easier just to buy another one?

This probably has enough for a post, but I won’t give it the space since the rest of the world already did: If you doctor tells you that you have TB, foreign travel is not a good idea. Seriously. WTF were they thinking?

stupid commercials, but that’s just redundant

My son – and I’m not making this up – actually rewinds and plays commercials on Tivo. of course, these ar commercials for sugary breakfast cereals, elementary school weaponry, and movies, but whatever. I’ve seen him pause commercials so he can take a bathroom break.

This is the future of America, y’all.

Anyway, there are a couple of commercials that are annoying enough that I’m going to write about them. Yay.

Chevrolet has one where they show their (car, truck, whatever) and then run a couple lines from American Pie: “Bye, bye, Miss American Pie / Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry”. This is cute because somebody used “chevy” in a song! And it rhymes with levee, which we all know worked so well in New Orleans a couple summers ago. Now, General Motors apparently they bought into the “classic rock will sell cars” idea years ago. Who can forget the ’24 Hour Test Drive’ where they had snippets from Paradise by the Dashboard Light (“will you love me, will you love me forever”), which is of course the quintessential song about pre-marital sex (I’ll say whatever I have to (lie) to get in your pants, all while in a car. How American!). In this case (we’re back to the Chevy commercial now, try and keep up) they leave out the next two lines – “Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing this’ll be the day that I die”, which is really the demographic they are trying to reach – hard drinking good old boys with a death wish. That thing got a Hemi?

The other commercial is the one where all the brightly dressed people are bopping along, buying their consumer goods with their Visa cards, and then along comes some fool with – GASP – cash, and it stops the whole merry-go-round. Because the clerk, having trained for years in American schools, cannot possibly count change. In another commercial in this series, the party is brought to a halt by someone who dares to write a personal check. Oh my! And of course, the message everyone should get from this is how easy it is for a thief to spend all your money in your Visa check account, because at no time do you see the clerk ever check an ID.

I like this Visa commercial much better.

racing with the wind. Or, just with myself.

I haven’t written much about running, lately, since it seems pretty boring. I wish I had a way to spice it up (to tell you about the celebrity that I saw on the jogging trail, or the rare bird, or whatever) but the fact is I run circles around my neighborhood, and I’m usually just happy if I don’t see anyone at all.

But the other day? I saw a bunny rabbit. And sang “Little bunny foo foo” for the next two miles. By the end of the two miles the Good Fairy was ripping bunny foo foos testicles off for bopping the field mice, but anyway.

So on Saturday I was supposed to get up and run, and didn’t. This irritated my wife (a little) because my alarm went off at 4:38 AM, and while I was able to slip right back into blissful sleep, she was pretty much up. (insert “harumph” sound here). So Sunday morning I did not set an alarm, and I didn’t run either, since I woke up around 7:00 and we had a church obligation at 8:00.

After that, my wife said “So, are you going to run?” and I figured I hadn’t been since Wednesday, so I’d better go. “Just for a couple hours,” I said. Ha.

Ha.

It was a mere 82 degrees out, but the sun was blazing and I bonked. Hard. After only three miles and some change. I just couldn’t run anymore, so I slowed to a walk. Then I tried again, and made it maybe a half a mile, and just gave up for the day. Nowhere near the 8 to 10 I planned on. And when I made it home I was dripping sweat and about as weak as I’ve ever been after a run. (and my wife did not once say “that’ll teach you to sleep through your alarm at 4:38 in the morning,” which is just one of the reasons I love. her. dearly.).

So this morning, I set my alarm (but woke up by myself ten minutes early, so it never went off) and went and ran the same distance as Sunday but ten minutes faster and about 20 beats per minute lower. And it was good.

And between the two runs I sweat off about four pounds of water (or about half a gallon)