Da da da dum dum dada dada dada dada da dum dum etc., etc. 64 miles today. Yup 64 miles. Sixteeee Four miles. I rode in the Ironman bike tour today with 5000 other riders. I did the 62 mile ride, although it ended up being 64. Did you catch that? 64 miles. I rode with Neil and Belinda who were on their tandem. It was pretty tough. The wind was from the west and although the NWS says it was only 10 mph while we were riding, it felt a lot worse. A lot. Ask anyone who rode today. Neil is laughing at me right now because he did 100 miles yesterday and 64 today. Well he can start his own blog. Wait. He already did. That makes 642 miles for the month of April and 1300 miles for the year. It could be a little bit more because I really didn't start keeping track until March and I think I lowballed January.
On Thursday, we went to The Other Younger Half's hoo-ha for the nursing society. It was nice. I am sorry to report that there were no darkend rooms, flickering torches, secret handshakes or gibberish incantations. There weren't any spankings either. I guess they only do that at Bethel. It wasn't overtly formal. In fact when the President of the local chapter was swearing in the officers for the next year, she forgot the little script. She turned to them and said, "Boing, you're inducted." Big laughs. Most of the evening was spent listening to how great the Society is. Fine. Just as long The Other Younger Half gets scholarship money from them when she pursues graduate study.
The Other Yonger Half took some of the cash she has been squirrling away from rubbing nekkid people at the Massage Parlour and bought a table for dining in the back yard. The table is very nice. It's bigger than the table we eat at inside. Our back yard is not nice though. Psycho and Stupid run and dig, dig and run, and poop, so we have no grass. I would send pictures but I think TOYH would kill me if I showed our dirt farm to the rest of the world on the internets. You're just going to have to come and see it in person. And then you can eat at our table. We ate out there tonight. Fired up the old Weber grill/snow guage (see pictures), grilled up some red meat (sorry Francis) and had a lovely dinner. Well it was lovely if you closed your eyes and didn't think about the rest of the crappy back yard.
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Great Ride!
Yeah, great for you, you monster. Thanks to you and B for letting me draft those crosswinds on the last leg. You still dropped me. It's a good thing you did. You didn't have to witness the tears burning my face when I couldn't take the pain anymore.
In reference to our back yard: I have decided that what our yard looks like now will be EXACTLY what hell looks like. But with fire. And 3.2 'lite beer'.
So BEWARE, ye wayward sinners, lest you end up there yourselves!!! (But you can always test it out, say for tolerance, by having your own personal look-see in our back yard. Please wear a mask for lead-inhalation protection, and bring sunglasses for eye strain relief. Small cots are provided for a minimal fee, for those who experience dizziness, anguish, and/or loss of sensation in peripheral structures).
Hey Terri! Ask me about the FABULOUS abdominal wound (panniculectomy infection from gastric bipass) I did a wound vac on: 9" high x 7" wide with tunnels I could stick my fist into...! Too cool. Almost called you on the spot I was so excited...Had lunch afterwards and looked at the pictures. Thought of you. Our backyard is looks worse than that wound.
I'm so jealous. The wounds we're seeing these days are positively BORING. AND, they are all getting better.
The most exciting thing we've seen lately is an 11 x 20inch photo of a black heel that we made while testing out our new photo printer. We sent it to our medical director with "Thinking of you" inscribed in sharpie marker on the only intact skin in the photo.
Those gastric-bypass-gone-bad wounds are always good ones. The last time I saw one, I undid the dressing and was looking at 8" of transverse colon--peristalsis and all.
So sorry about your pathetic backyard.
Cody ran away last Saturday and we haven't seen him since. I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad. I'm trying to be sad for Lizzie's sake. She's pretty sad about this. Mark and Lizzie are out distributing LOST AND REALLY DUMB fliers as I type.
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