4-10-2012

There are many things in life that I disapprove of. This is pretty high up on the list.

4-9-2012

Did you read the story from 4-2-12? Well I went to a different location for lunch today. It was calm, there were no screaming children, and I won a prize from the claw machine.* Dreams do come true.

*Disregard the fact that I played a "play-til-you-win-(loser)" claw machine and that it took more than a handfull of attempts.

4-8-2012

This sad melty bunny would like to remind you of all the poor chocolate bunnies who will lose their lives today...and end up in my belly.

4-7-2012

It's pretty amazing to me that in the past year of running, I've taken around six minutes off of my first 5k time. If this rate of improvement continues, I should be a about a minute over the world record by this time next year. Also quite notable, Nicole placed and won a prize in her first race in her new age group...even after her stress fracture.

4-6-2012

It's a full moon tonight. Just watch this with your speakers on.

4-5-2012

I like that runners have cute names like "carbing up" for what normal people would call "eating like a fat cow." And that if you call it by that name instead, it makes doing it not only ok, but an important part of "training."

4-4-2012

I like playing with Sienna because she gets really excited about doing weird stuff.

4-3-2012

Already getting all ready.

4-2-2012

This weekend Nicole and I went to eat at a restaurant that had a mini-arcade next to the dining area. Normally this would be a good thing since I like that kind of stuff. Normally. There's nothing normal about a mob of screaming children running around like howler monkeys while you're trying to eat breakfast. If I wanted that, I would have went to Chucke E. Cheese (actually that would probably be pretty fun). However, as we were eating, Nicole noticed that one of the urchins actually won a prize from a dinosaur claw machine. No one ever wins anything from claw machines. Too busy screaming to notice that he actually won, we quietly ate our meal while watching to see if the little monster or any of his cohorts checked the prize door. They never did. I probably could have retrieved the prize and made the poor child's day, and I definitely would have if he were politely sitting on his hands in the corner with his mouth closed. But he had long before reached a decibel level where he no longer deserved such an awesome prize. We deserved such an awesome prize for putting up with his shrieking. So yeah, we didn't technically steal from a little kid, but this suction cup ball has been stuck to my bedroom mirror for the past three days. I'm not sorry.

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.