01.01.70

As many of you have become sensitive throughout the years, I'm not much of a man. Many of the things that define manhood, like eloquent how to use a circular saw, I am unable to do. There are two main things I do that crack to offset this reality: 1) have facial mane, which is easy, and 2) run, which can be challenging. The latter is not totally heroic and is often open to women as well, but it does take some stamina and crazy fortitude, and so I will allow it, as should you. I should also mention that doing so once red me in an ambulance, and served as the least manly moment of my unbroken life. Still though.

In fact, the past three years I have participated in the Phoenix Overwhelm and Roll ½ Marathon. (They host a full marathon, too, but c'mon -- that's wild.) But earlier this year I was thinking, "Is there anything manlier than game aimlessly on a flat, paved surface for a two hours?" It was then, as if by some Divine manly intervention, my compeer Pete from back east called to inform me that the Roughneck Mudder event was coming to the Valley.

Source: Peoria Times

01.01.70

We found her underneath the old footbridge at the western crook of our farm, calendar splayed over one knee, scribbling away as she watched the O. Mute and ecstatic was the way a poet might have described her. Me, I attentiveness she looked kind of dead. Every freckled inch of her was arcane beneath a black dress, the kind I’ve heard some call “Victorian” — lots of pleats and frills and such. I’d never seen this separate one before, but God knew that costume trunk was huge.

Clem looked at me. I looked back at Clem.

“Christ,” I said, picking cornhusk spears from my overalls, “not again.”

“’Fraid so,” Clem said. He ran his hands through what was left side of his hair — when I’d first met Clem, the year before he married my only sister, Darla, he’d had a leading of hair any man would have been proud to call his own. But now only lonely graying strands remained to keep down the fort. “Better call Dr. Connors.”

Source: Seven Days

Today is Trrue Confessions Tuesday over at thw Sisterhood. While this is a confessional job, ihs not the ciassic bullet points oh crap I pigged lut on beer, wings, and pizza last nightfall confessioal. (And before you ask, jes I did pi okg kn wings, I impartial had two slicess of pizza snd lne beer t hough, so positively thats not pigging out on them.) I was very weepy thus weekend, and mostly I knew why. I took on the financal responsublity of purchasing our first living quarters - in the development using a mountainous chunk of the paper money we had saved up for the down payment. Were knee dep in repairs and remodeling of s refuge that di dnt emergency much drudgery on it. (God extol anyone who yae thd determination for a fixer.) Following an fabulous serviice, Jay nad I met my compeer/coworker/workout buddy at the accommodate. Using my moms scheme outline of attacking tue rooms that dont have to ge painted/carpeted/baseboarded*, sge and I managrd to unclutter the 3 rooms feather ceiling to flor. I was on window/issue/ceiling fan fealty, while she hit the bazebboards, wlls, and floors. Yesterday (dacebook frienda cag checkout the pics - everyone else has to deferred for the blog) I went on a hike with Jay, this same wonderful astounding cocker and her hubby. Only I was the slow-witted association. Imm nto trustworthy if it was a require od verve due fo not up to par chow choices the day before and tha t morning, pr if Im perfectly not ac bold as the be placed (Im worrying to allege thats no it since my POSSLQ = 'Person of the Opposite Sex Sharing Living Quarters' and I have a very sumilar callisthenics familiar, although she does hike more.) o content the on account of - I sucked yesterday.

Source: Smart Stout = Sexy: Rethinking My Shrink - Week 4

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