Yes, yes I know, I haven't been updating everyone and your online concern has me overwhelmed. I work so hard to come up with some snarky post (sniff,sniff), and then the well goes dry, so I don't write (uncontrollable weeping). Maybe all the time spent breaking my new Brooks saddle has affected my thinking, being where my brain is located and all. I figured everyone but Neil would be yawning over my miles. So go ahead, blame the bike, but beware the SS Deathstar. 125 miles on the bike Friday through Sunday including a 52 mile ride on Sunday. Time for you folks to get off the couch and into the saddle.
I took the girls out a couple of times in the past week, and they're always asking if we can take off on a ride. This is a good thing cuz the goal is to get them to a level of fitness so we can pile the bikes in the Crapmobile and head out to some trails outside the city.
On Tuesday, we went to the painless dentist. KyKy and I had fillings put in and The Madster had some sealant put on her teeth. The last time I had a filling, they either clubbed me on the head or liquored me up or something to mask the pain, but I don't remember since it was so long ago. This time it was not what I would describe as a pleasant experience, but considering that they were drilling a hole in my head, it wasn't too bad. The only downside is that now I have to wear my tinfoil hat all the time. I'm sure that some kind of mind-control device was implanted and I can't let the aliens (or the gov'mint) tell me what to. I think they want me to stop riding my bike. Today I take The Madster to the doc to get some warts frozen off. Delicious. This is the second time we've had to do this. They came off once and returned bigger and better than ever. I too knew the heartbreak of warts as a child so I feel her pain. 'Nika survived the ear piercing, but maybe we should get this raging 105 fever and loss of hearing checked out sometime. And finally in medical news, Psycho the dog got into the garbage on Saturday night and proceeded to barf all over the house while we slept. Stupid dog.
The Madster wrote yet another masterpiece for school. It's the journal of a young girl who disguises herself as a boy and runs off to be a voyageur. I'll get it posted, but I think I'll need to fiddle around with the formatting to get it to look right. The Madster also landed a part in the school play - Macbeth(?) by some guy named Shakespeare I guess. She is neglecting everything else to learn her lines.
The girls all got their report cards back. Man, they must have their mom's brains. I never got marks like that.
The Other (Younger) Half is still plugging away at school and the Massage Parlour. She has a 2 week break or so between the end of the school term and the beginning of her internship. It will be a well deserved rest. On Thursday we are all heading down to St. Peter for her induction in to some nursing society, Delta-Delta-Delta-23-Ski-doo. If there are paddle involved spankings as a part of the initiation, I'll blog about it.
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I hope Maddie is Lady Macbeth, 'cuz L.M. rocks...
No...No...The tears are all mine. Thought I might have to call you or something.
Ahh yes, the paddle involved spanking initiation. I remember it well. What time and where? No wait a minute, I mean "Have a good time!"
Sorry Jen, The Madster is Ross. Turnabout is fair play I guess. 400 some years later females are playing males rather than the other way around.
The Old Man is coming to the initiation solely for the paddle-involved spankings. He mentioned something about bringing the camera...and some chains.
Terri- when is D's gradgitation? Can we come and eat ham?
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