A big ass doe just almost side swiped me. I was not in my brand new SUV almost wetting myself at the thought of hitting ANOTHER deer in ANOTHER brand new Subaru. (Please see February 2005 of my life, when I killed Bambi) I was in the forest, running up Cougar Poop Trail, …
Perhaps before I yelled “Get out of here asshole!” today at the creature, I should have made sure my neighbors were not around? Today, for the first time all summer, I saw the creature. Actually Zion saw it in the garden. He alerted me by growling at it. Good kitty. It was a squirrel, …
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 …