. . . So, Len? I was thinking on my commute this morning that our "lunch or a run date" is probably going to be lunch. ![]()
I was thinking that too. The way I've been running lately I'd just slow you down anyway. Actually I had a decent run today - first good one since my "17-miler".
We've come this far and it's still the same,
Runnin' out here in the rain.
Just one more mile, if only you could fly.
(Apologies to T. Rush and J. Tempchin, for the paraphrase)
LOL I got it from one of "Friends" episodes where Ross keeps getting messed with for having kissed a girl/guy
Screw Jane Fonda!!!
Ha ha ha! I think I some how managed to miss that episode!
I consider this a coup! I just talked my little brother into buying by Garmin Forerunner 305 off of me so that I can buy the new one when it comes out. Anyone (ladies) notice how the 305 is NOT designed for a woman's wrist? I have to strap the thing to my waist pack. It actually bruises my wrist bone, you know that little bump one that sticks out? I also talked him into running a half marathon with me in June. I guess I can be very persuasive when I want to be. What should I negotiate for next...hahahaha (evil laugh)!
I thought it was just me! I have the exact same problem! Thats one of the reasons I was so excited about the new design coming out!
Plus y'all should know me better. I ain't one to be skeered to tell embarrasing stories about myself. Like this one:
Brenda and I just hanging out at our house, I'm getting ready to grill some burgers, getting the fire ready and stuff. So I'm outside working on the fire and the coals seem like they're ready, nice and hot, so I close the lid of the grill as to conserve the heat and I head back inside to get the meat. I come back out and open the lid, swosh this huge ball of fire rushes out and I duck just barely missing it. "wow, that was close" I thought. I put the the meat to grill and go back inside for a beer or something, Brenda is in the kitchen getting the side dishes ready. She turns around and goes to give me a taste of something and looks at me and starts screaming "OMG Jesus!! Are you ok? What happened?" And I am just standing there wondering WTF? What is wrong with this lady right? She says, "don't you feel your face? go look in the mirror" So I go to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror and...WTF!!! Half my facial hair is gone, eyebrows, lashes, part of my hair is cinched(sp?), half my face looks like I'm albino or something because it's all ashes and stuff. No wonder I felt a little tingly sensation, almost as if I had gotten burnt or something....even my nose hairs were burnt!!! But aloe vera gel made everything feel better, that and a couple of beers....LOL
Screw Jane Fonda!!!
OMG Jesus! Thats crazy! You know that a lot of people die from inhaling flames. They breathe the fire in and cook their lungs or something. Its much more clinical then that, but I read it a long time ago and don't remember all the details! I think they singe the inside of their lungs and then suffocate because they can no longer absorb oxygen or something.
Jimmy you better step up. Jesus isn't playing today. LOL
Jesus that story is good but i am still interested in hearing more about that night at the club, when you were young.
Jimmy
"Lifes not the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away."
~ King George (Strait)
All right so there i was 12 years old or so. I was raised by some hillbilly a$$ people and took to their ways rather easily. I was around the back of the house on lifting weights on one of those old scholl bench machines. I had too much weight on the ar and it got stuck on my chest. I was able to wobble the bar down to my waist and sit up and get out from under the dang thing. This all came with a price as it caused me to have to pee really bad. Instead of going in the back yard I ran around front to go inside (remember I was 12). I had to go really bad and did not quite make it. I ended up shooting a stream off the front porch. A little old lady came driving by at that moment and reported me to the cops. I thought nothing of it until they showed up to get the flasher. I did not go to jail that day but I did have to face a female police officer and a little old lady screaming at me that I should have more respect for myself then to go slinging around my genitalia in front of the world. Yes this was a traumatic experience. I went from thinking I was going to be crushed, by light weight to being a very evil kid who shows his whanker to old ladies.
Jimmy
"Lifes not the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away."
~ King George (Strait)
Funny, we have a family legend about peeing off the porch too, Jimmy, and we're not from Texas!
I went to a bar down in old Soho where they drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola, C -O -L -A ,cola. She walked up to me and she asked me to dance, I asked her her name and in the backround voice she said Lola, L -O-L-A, Lola.
LOL, that was a good one. So did the old lady keep driving past ur house?....LOL Same time, everyday that lady kept driving past Jimmy's house in hopes of seeing him again....LOL
Screw Jane Fonda!!!
The day my boss thought I needed family counseling.
My wife and kids and I were going to go somewhere and the mini-van was parked under the carport area. My wallet was in my truck. After putting the kids in the van I slung the door closed and proceeded to get my wallet out of the truck. To my surprise as I slung the door closed and turned with the momentum to go to my truck, th3ere sat a pole. My head hit it just right and down I went. My wife did not even notice and came around a second or two later to see what I was doing. I was on all fours trying to find my senses. I had a small wound on my forhead and was bleeding like a 1980's wrestler who just got hit with a chair.
the story gets better because after dodging going to counseling that next day I encountered another event a few days later. My oldest at the time was 5 and we were playing around and he kicked me dead on in my eye and the dang thing swelled up and turned purple. The next day I had to go and prove that there was no domestic abuse occuring. So my Ms. Suzy homemaker wife I have was whooping my Marine Arse all over the place. Too funny.
"Lifes not the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away."
~ King George (Strait)
Early one morning in the middle of the Night
2 dead men got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot one another
The Deaf policeman heard this noise
And got up to kill those 2 dead boys
If you don't believe this lie is true
Ask the blind man he saw it too!!!!!
The librarian in me wants you to cite your source for that and avoid plagerism.
OMG! Jimmy that is awesome! My mom yelled a blue streak at my nephew for peeing in the ditch in front of their house. He was 4. And still pees in odd places. The other day he stacked up the 5 rolls of toilet paper that were in the bathroom basket. One on top of the other. And then peed on the top one. I guess he just wanted to see if it could absorb it all. I was not amused. (Mostly because he left the rolls in the bathroom STILL stacked up and the place smelled like a subway station!)
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