rhymes with milk

(via Awkward Family Photos)

There is a certain amount of creepiness here that’s hard to handle.

September 11th

The front yard is in shambles, but it already looks better than it ever has.

September 10th

Can I please stop popping goddamn stupid tires?  How many flats does this world have left to deal me?

September 9th

Seriously, guys?  You’re on Twitter, but you can’t even take photos of the products you’re selling? 40+ pages of hand drawn New Balance sneakers and Tackle Boxes?  I mean, for realzy?

Interesting fact: the paper texture I hoakily used on this photo is the same one that I used on Ally’s blog header (twice).

I am not an athlete.

I have not followed a regular workout regiment for nearly 10 years.  The last time my body fat percentage was checked, I was considered obese.  My BMI says nearly the same thing.

I do not watch what I eat.  I do not push myself.  I do not try to stay active.  I do not train.

I am not strong.  I am not fast.  Most importantly, I do not have endurance.

But for some reason I have chosen to do a 100 mile bike ride in 4 days, and I am very nervous.

70 Miler on dailymile

September 8th

I grew up cooking tortillas on an antique cast iron stove plate (like the ones on this guy).  One day, before Ally and I were dating, we were talking on the phone and she mentioned that she had just stuck her quesadilla in the microwave.  I was dumbfounded.  What an abomination of tortilla cooking, I thought.

My snobbery has since taken a back seat to the convenience of microwave ovens.  I’ve been primarily microwaving my quesadillas now for probably around 6 years, but my parents, the original preachers of my former philosophy, found Ally and me a tortilla plate (I can’t remember where, but it was detached from its original stove-top during the acquisition). It shall now forever live on our back right burner (which is too small to cook anything of any real substance or significant size/portion anyway), calling to us to throw a tortilla on it.  Go ahead, it says.  Lay one on me.

Today, I abided.

September 7th

Took a 70 mile bike ride today with Sheila and AJ.

I felt every pedal stroke for the last 15 miles with the firey intesity of hell.  It was tough.

I’m going to sleep well tonight.

Not quite half way there.

September 6th

I miss spending time on my computer every day.  Even after the daily photo project ended, I still spent at least 30 minutes/day on it checking emails and reading blogs.

Now the iPhone has really taken over most of those basic computing tasks.  I mean, who needs a computer to check email anymore?

But sometimes I really miss the tactile crunch of my keyboard.