4-1-2012

I'm scared of a lot of things, but not a lot of things scare me more than ticks. Whatever, we went nature adventuring with Nicole's family in the woods to look for mushrooms. We found this fancy bee with a long nose, mayapples and things you shouldn't eat. As a bit of a PSA, for some reason people think that this would be a good mushroom to eat. It's not. Its name is Verpa Bohemica and you can tell it's not a good mushroom because it has weird white stuff inside its stem if you cut it open. I wish I could feed poisonous mushrooms to all the ticks in the world so they get sick and die. Ticks suck.

3-31-2012

I'm not at all upset by the fact that all of my Saturdays are pretty much devoted to my long run, but I am aware that it makes this blog a lot more boring. Other than running, we went to a bunch of random places for Inspector Nicole to look around at things.

3-30-2012

I haven't really specifically written about it, but long story short is I can't hold my liquor anymore. All this running has really affected my body mass, and if I even attempt to drink the volume of whisky I would previously...well, let's just say that Nicole doesn't like carrying me home that much. As a result I've started drinking fancy beers instead of fancy scotches. Beyond the supposed physical benefits (of not being a slurring mess), the design and packaging of beer bottles is a lot cooler than scotch bottles. Instead of long Gaelic names that I can't really pronounce correctly, I get to hang out with dudes like this little owl after work. I'm pretty sure that 50% of the beers I've purchased were some how related to the picture on the label.

3-29-2012

To celebrate Nicole's last day at her job, I made her Sexy Bikini Bear. I'm just going to come out and say it. Sexy Bikini Bear is pretty creepy.

3-28-2012

In a transcendentalist attempt to simplify her lifestyle, Nicole has decided to throw away all her clothes and embrace nudism. As such, she will only be pictured on this blog from the shoulders up or on very very dark nights from now on.

3-27-2012

I know I've been posting a lot about cupcakes recently, but its only because our kitchen has been looking like this a lot recently. Nicole managed to accomplish a fancy machine trifecta today and used her fancy espresso maker, fancy mixer, and fancy George Foreman cupcake grill to make more fancy coffee cupcakes than we know what to do with.

3-26-2012

Blood sacrifices to the trail gods.

3-25-2012

I've been waiting for months to take these pictures.

These two hid under a leaf.
I almost squished this one.
I never thought I would be so happy to find something that looks so weird.
Really weird.
Don't eat this kind.
Sitting under a palm tree.

Hopefully there will be a lot more pictures like these coming soon, so get ready.

3-24-2012

I don't have any pictures from my 13+ mile long run this morning, so you get to look at a picture of my cats. I will say though that this training run was within three minutes of my half marathon race time from last year. I credit Nicole chasing me on a bike for my performance.

3-21-2012

I escaped work early today to go sit on a patio with this little bear. It's important that I take her to a good lunch every once in a while, because a glass of wine, cupcakes, and a pickled egg for dessert are the kinds of candle lit dinners she like to make for herself.

3-22-2012

One of Nicole's birthday presents this year (does it count as a present if you bought it for yourself?) is this George Forman-esque cupcake maker. She can now turn out twice as many cupcakes in half the time. Please refer to yesterday's post.

3-21-2012

I'm nearly positive that Nicole is conducting a scientific experiment to see how fat she can make me no matter how much I run. She's winning.

3-20-2012

This is a self captioning photo.

3-19-2012

I suppose this is probably a vote for wearing socks. I still don't want to.

In other news, Nicole managed to squeeze in an extra day of birthweek+ and talk this lady into buying her yet another birthday dinner. I wonder if she can keep this up until next year.