Sunday, February 05, 2006

Yakked It Again

Ah, the semi-annual back spasms. Beginning to believe it occurs during times of high stress, which means I need a lot more alcohol and reality-altering substances in my life. I wish.

The Bride found this web site. The above picture is from that site and was taken in 1873. The St. Charles hotel is the tall building down the street on the right and it still stands today. The wooden fence surrounds the capital building, and the buildings and wooden tower on the left are on what is now the Legislative Pavilion. If you look closely at those buildings, you can see one of them is a saloon. Make your own political jokes here.

One of Eldest's friends was over last night and she brought her son, and he may be the cutest non-Moore in existence. Matthew is a toddler and a ball of energy, and he has all the womenfolk wrapped around his tiny little finger. The dude will go far with the fairer gender.

Finished my class prep, then went to the gym to hit the recumbent bike because it can't make my back hurt worst and I needed the endorphin buzz. Again, SO darn close to the 9 mile mark. I'll get it next time...unless I don't.

A quick review of locker room etiquette:

1. When looking for an empty locker, check for locks. If you put your stuff next to a locked locker, odds are you will dressing and undressing very close to another dude. While that may blow your dress up, it ain't Brokeback Gym. Find another stinking place to put your gym clothes.

2. Sir, thank you for being part of the Greatest Generation that saved Western Civilization from the Huns and Nazis. But take your frickin' bull session someplace else...and we hope that place requires clothes. All of them.

3. Do not leave bandaids in the shower. DUH!

4. And shower before you get into the co-ed spa. Chlorine can do only so much.

5. Sir, bringing your ten-year-old son to the gym is a great bonding experience, but he does not need to see any of the above during his formative years. In fact, he should not be exposed to it until he's older than me. A lot older.

Super Bowl is about to start and the house is overflowing with food and munchies, a Moore tradition. It'll take the rest of February to burn off what I will eat today. Pittsburgh, baby!

Distance: 8.78 miles
Time: 30:00 minutes
661 calories burned

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