So yesterday afternoon, I left work and biked down to Edina/Minnetonka to watch the local road racers in the Opus Criterium. Ouch. It's humbling watching these category 1,2 and 3 racers punish themselves around a hilly little circut down in a suburban planning nightmare - Opus 2. 21 laps, every 3rd lap a sprint for points. These men and women are amazingly fit human beings. I did see one guy in the Cat 1,2,3 race who was at least 10 years older than me and probably weighed almost as much as me. He was still with the pack when I had to leave after lap 12. That was inspiring.
I get home from the races at about 8:30 and there sitting on the counter was a little slip of paper saying The Madster had gotten 10 out of 10 on a picture she had entered in the St. Paul Camera Club's last competition of the year. The Evil Grandmother has been a member of the club for many years and has been taking the older two girls to SPCC meetings and events. If I can get a copy of the pic from the E.G. I'll post it. Just like I've promised to post about a million other things.
The Other Younger Half was recognized by the College of St Catherine for her induction into her nursing secret society/cult. She wasn't recognized for anything else. I guess being a student, raising a family, owning a business and buying tasteful lawn furniture for a crappy back yard doesn't count for anything these days. What a world.
I'm still waiting for my medal from Al Gore.
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Did you meet any of the Loons? They probably didn't know me... our team is huge. I am thinking of starting my own team, "Team Barn Owl"
Well, Neil was wearing his LSC jersey. Does that count? Other than that no.
Al Gore may be waiting for you to give up red meat before he presents your medal. I've heard that the manure from our bovine friends who provide us with milk and steaks produces as much greenhouse gas as a fleet of Hummers.
Thank you all so much for your concern over our runaway dog. We have located him. In Grand Rapids.
Serious.
Okay. You CANNOT just leave us hanging like that. How the hell did you find him all the way up there?!!
Minnesota or Michigan?
I didn't get too concerned because, um, you didn't seem too concerned.
You just seemed mad.
Lose your son, lose your dog. What's next?
I forgot to ask, how are you getting the dog back home? Are you going to let him wander back or drive up for a 2 hour puke fest?
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