Some one apparently looked up hot glory boobs and found my blog. I guess I use those words together in the same sentence quite a bit? Today’s adventure had me using words such as Galangal, Kaffir, and San Bernardino Ghetto. Today’s excursion involved me driving to San Bernardino. I wanted to make Thai Soup, Tom …
My best friend says I remind her of a hyper chipmunk. She usually yells this at me from underneath a pile of downy pillows in a messy bed in a Las Vegas hotel room after a night of gorging ourselves on German food, German beer and dancing our asses off.. That is …
I ran Glory Ridge on a snowy November morning last week. It was such a gorgeous morning run. All the pines were still covered in snow on the hilltops up near Butler’s Peak. We only got a couple of inches of snow, but it was enough to make the mountains so pretty on …
It’s a Sunday, I’m not at church today. I’m running the formally dusty, now snow covered dirt roads of Holcomb Valley. This open land is so peaceful and glorious to me, it doesn’t matter that I didn’t find myself in a church on this Sunday A.M. I can feel god all around me …
I’m out for my morning run tearing up the streets of my neighborhood at six a.m. Most of my neighbors are still sleeping off the meth they made/ did the night before. My otherwise rowdy, redneck neighborhood is quite at this hour, just the morning birds chirping away in the yellow oak leaves above my …