<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:44:48.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIS-Adventures of Spaz</title><subtitle type='html'>Just the normal blog of a women, who deals with the every day events somehow, who loves life, living, who just so happens to be a lesbian.

Should we have this much fun with all that life throws at us?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-3037855761068223262</id><published>2007-05-04T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T09:00:28.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bad Day" ITs not just a song</title><content type='html'>Well... I decided today was the day to ride the bike. However knowing the weather as I do here, I decided to look last night and pull out the big old heafty bag that would protect my laptop and such if it should rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out walking the dog and no rain, hints of blue sky. Was ready. Got all bundled up, backpack on the back even told Tina to make coffee for me.&lt;br /&gt;Should have known then that I would pay for that later.&lt;br /&gt;I get on the bike and I pull out. Right on schedule… early if you will.. I left the house with Tina. Mind you it takes me another 10 minutes to heat the bike and such and Tina is by then half way to work. But again that is beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I roll out, early feeling good. Visor up and feeling happy. Fresh air… and what a wet spot.. My nose... is wet... strange... must be mist...&lt;br /&gt;I get down to the light. Now mind you this is only 500 meters if even that... ok... light changes and I turn, not more then 200 meter... I pull my visor down due to the chill in the air... suddenly… I am wet all over... the sky opened up and I became water logged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to go another 200 feet and pull into Target, under this little tiny tree that is just now growing leaves, I removed my back pack and put it in the big old hefty bag I had and proceeded to try and bungee it to the bike. At this point I realize if I put the backpack the wrong way, my coffee cup might empty into the bag and thus flood out my laptop. So I tilted it up and managed to get it closed… with my hair scrunchy. I realized at this point, they needed these huge hefty with the yellow and green makes blue seals... not this tiny little one that if your hands are wet there is no way its closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I managed to get all set and off on the bike. Talk about dump down rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I get to work, a little soaked on the outside but arrive in one piece. So I get off the bike and take a deep breath. Did the coffee leak? I look at the bag and it's covered in steam on the inside, so I figured I might have had a leak. Open it up pull out the backpack and then flipped the hefty bag upside down and nothing comes out. My nice orange/gold or what ever color starbucks mug was sealed tight not a drop of coffee was harmed or loss on this adventure.&lt;br /&gt;So I am feeling funny and happy. I get fresh homemade coffee to take the rain chill out of my bones... talk about really feeling damp. I felt like I was soaked... but with my water proof pants and jacket, that is impossible of course...&lt;br /&gt;Haha right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the office, I proceed to remove the layer as the song on my ipod plays "Bad day" and I laugh, not so bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remove my pants... wow... my ankles are soaked. Strange but I can accept that. Blue jeans day, ankles wet that is not bad. Mind you it looks like I was wading in the stream before work but… still not bad...&lt;br /&gt;Then I look down... oh no. yep... I look like I peed in my pants. Oh dear... not good. (Not unless you stick your head right at front pockets you won't really see how wet it is, so that is the saving grace here.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile pull my shirt down when I realize my neck is wet. I decide a trip to the rest room is in order... there I take inventory... yep my collar of my shirt is soaked. So instead of a dark blue it’s a navy collar. &lt;br /&gt;My pants. Ankles are soaked and well yeah I look like I peed in my pants, but... on top of that.  I have a lovely rather large, wet spot in the middle of my left butt cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is funny but what is even better, if I had peed in my pants this trail would have gone down, no this is way above any seams or such. This is on the left jean pocket and it's not hiding able. Yeah... my shirt is only so long, and this can not be hidden. So here I am looking at myself in the mirror. Examining my left back pocket trying to figure out how that got so wet and someone walks in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How do you tell someone you're looking at the wet spot on your jeans not checking yourself out in the mirror? 'Yeah that is what I thought as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... here I come out of the bathroom embarrassed, and pulling my shirt as far down as I can to cover my wet spot on my bum. &lt;br /&gt;Chuckling to myself I just know this is all ok. It's Friday and life is good.&lt;br /&gt;So... I inform the boss that I will be hiding in the office till my pants are dry and he, of course, asks me why I wet my pants.. Figures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… here I am with my legs wide open trying to get them to try and who knows how I will get my left butt cheek dry. Perhaps the chair cushion will absorb all the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a bad day, just one full of adventure before the first cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: really not a single drop of coffee was harmed or loss in this minor adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-3037855761068223262?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3037855761068223262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=3037855761068223262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/3037855761068223262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/3037855761068223262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2007/05/bad-day-its-not-just-song.html' title='&quot;Bad Day&quot; ITs not just a song'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-4128872183492626320</id><published>2007-04-20T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T11:11:21.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Friday</title><content type='html'>Today ... is Friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.. doing the little dance all over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a good week, busy and fast which there are times I really like but there are other times, I am not so sure. Handy when I want the weekend to get here but not so much when I want to enjoy staying home with T and resting on the couch.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful weather will have us out and about I am most certain, finally the sun is shinning and its not raining. we will be enjoying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-4128872183492626320?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4128872183492626320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=4128872183492626320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/4128872183492626320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/4128872183492626320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-friday.html' title='Another Friday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-1580013412474146021</id><published>2007-04-13T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:35:04.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>Well again with soccer last night. Have to tell you that it’s a stressful job. Never have I played a sport that I felt so nervous about playing and being successful..  Mind you,. Everyone knows that I am a beginner but I am also a person that loves to get it right. So I tend to spend the first hour before the game warming up and getting all sweaty to play the game and barely break a sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Got to love it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we did much better last night then the last few weeks. The first game we played, it was 9 to 0. They had 4 penalty kicks and I stopped only one of those. After talking to everyone, they said they have never done penalty kicks and that this was a first. Nice to know I am the guinea pig on this league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second game we lost 8-0 yeah. I am improving. I stopped one more then the week before and while I felt good about it, I discovered that I could not block on of my own team players accidentally kicking it in. yeah.. Could not stop that one.. So.. Technically it was only 7 to 0 but still.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part about this all, is I have never had to deal with losing this bad before. And feeling the pressure is unreal. I know I am by far no professional at all and certainly am not getting paid to play but still I want to win.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we ended in a tie. Yep 2 -2. can not beat that.. well we could.. had we not had the accidentally kick in our goal by our own team. Yep another point. Too funny. Should have only been 2-1 and we would have won, but no.. And yet again, another penalty shot.. Everyone just shook their head. Seems I bring this out in the refs. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the big deal about the penalty shot? Well let me make it simple and easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You (goal keeper, goalie) goalkeeper must be on the goal line between the goalposts that is huge (ok its only 8-yard wide by 8-foot tall goal) and you must prevent this tiny ball, from going in. Now my wing span, is not that big. I am lucky if I am all of 4 feet wide when I hold out my arms, the goal… way bigger.. BTW goalkeepers are allowed to move side-to-side along the goal line, but not to move forward until the ball is struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kicker gets the chance to kick the ball with no one else around to help him or the goal keeper out. Mind you, they are only 12 yards away from me. Let me tell you, they seem a lot closer.. just looming there.. waiting... to score.. grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penalty-kick really is a no-lose situation. The keeper is not expected to make the save, so the pressure is on the shooter (the conversion rate of penalty kicks, at all levels of soccer, is 80-90%)Yeah that gives me a 10% chance of stopping it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I ever said I hate the ODDS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I got my hand on the one penalty kick last night but not enough to stop it, thus resulting in a tie game. Only thing I can say is we didn’t get our rumps handed to us this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that I want to thank all the men and women that got the ball out and gave me the breathing room I needed to stop the shots that I stopped.. Thank you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-1580013412474146021?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1580013412474146021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=1580013412474146021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/1580013412474146021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/1580013412474146021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-2771348198245395233</id><published>2007-04-11T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T09:37:41.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"what the heck???" Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Its been a damn morning so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want the list????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Started the bike, and got dressed to realize the helmet is still in&lt;br /&gt;the house..(how do I miss that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On the bike, half way here, see the temperature, 33 and impressed and&lt;br /&gt;starting to get cold. (didn't put the inner lining back in the jacket&lt;br /&gt;after the heat wave Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Didn't have the right gloves and could not feel my fingers when I&lt;br /&gt;first got here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My contact bugged me and I rubbed it. In that process lost it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to the restroom to see if it was still in my eye. And dropped my&lt;br /&gt;phone, it exploded into 5 pieces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I threw a tantrum in the middle of the office, Cindy and Amanda have&lt;br /&gt;never laughed do hard but in the process I threw my card key and it too&lt;br /&gt;exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Went back to my desk to put away the part of my phone and my jacket&lt;br /&gt;falls off the hanger and explodes the hanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In the bathroom, I managed to wash my face and try to take deep&lt;br /&gt;breaths, looking in my eye for the contact to no such success, and&lt;br /&gt;realize I have water down the front of my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Found my contact in the middle of my floor and its nice and hard,&lt;br /&gt;solution and lots of rubbing, its back in my eye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The coffee on the third floor is two days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one goes throught this, is this a sign that I should stop for the day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-2771348198245395233?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2771348198245395233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=2771348198245395233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/2771348198245395233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/2771348198245395233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-heck-wednesday.html' title='&quot;what the heck???&quot; Wednesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-3637828435251359340</id><published>2007-04-10T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T15:11:42.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Ok.. So i once more took time off and didn't blog. I do promise that i will try and be better at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my life, its been busy and a lot more fun then I thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i doing? Well I will tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that between softball, racquetball and cycling that i didn't have enough on my plate i was conned into learning another sport. So now i am playing soccer as well. Not that beginners soccer either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am playing goal keeper.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that when I got home the first night after playing, that it was all I could do to lift my hands above my head and actually scrub my own head. i think at some point I managed to get it cleaned and out of the shower. I found that it was easier to drop my head below my knees and dry it down there then it was to stand straight up and try to lift my heavier-then-lead arms above my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say that by the time I was in bed, my whole body betrayed me and I was just short of knocked out when T asked me to turn off the light out in the hall. How I managed to get up is one amazing feet but when I was trying to walk towards the bedroom door and ended up in the wall might have been my first clue that perhaps I was on the verge of exhausted. I do remember turning off the light and finding my way back to the bed. Feeling the wall the entire time to make sure I made it to the correct room and to the bed without stubbing toes or falling over or even face planting the wall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T's only comment was that I was out.. She tried to say good night and for her effort I think I managed the normal grunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day… I have to admit here I am normally slow about getting out of bed. Thinking of the good things in my life, my partner next to me, and such wonderful things.. However.. My thought was on the body parts that were not hurting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh which ones.. Yeah. .. That is about how I felt about it. Think that maybe my face was the only thing that didn’t hurt. Legs didn’t either.. So I knew I was good there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my hands.. Yeah.. Lets talk about my hands.. Yeah they are my life. .my work tends to require hands.. I could move my left hand just fine, but seems my right hand, well it was on vacation. I have this nice sweet mouse that only requires the thumb to move.. Yeah well my thumb seemed to be hopped up on too much coffee or something. Every little effort to move the mouse let to it shooting across my screen. No matter how slow I tried to move it, it was not working. At one point I had to use my left hand to slow down the right thumb so I could at least work across the pages.. Not what I thought was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Yea… I learned a new sport and for my troubles I had two days where my hands felt like they were sand blasted.. No I don’t know what that would feel like but.. I can image..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did recover and by my second game, I was ok. But I must admit. Slapping the ball.. Not so much fun… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any soccer players out there, let me know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to recover and prepare for another game, Thursday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-3637828435251359340?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3637828435251359340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=3637828435251359340&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/3637828435251359340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/3637828435251359340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2007/04/thoughtful-tuesday.html' title='Thoughtful Tuesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-117433877667925848</id><published>2007-03-19T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:12:56.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a celebrity must suck!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have not blogged in some time now, but I have been busy among other things. I know.. Excuses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so I have been blog hopping, or at least that is what I call it. Reading other blogs and just moving on to the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came across one that made me stop and book mark it. yep. Then after reading it and putting two and two together I got four. I managed to figure out who the writer was.. Impressed even for myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is what I was thinking. Those people "dumb ones with cameras" how did they know they wanted to do that for a living? I mean did they go to a special school to learn the shoving and pushing skills from experts? Or did they fall into it cause when they were younger they had their lunch money stolen and didn't know how to deal with it? Yeah I just wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;course then I have these visions, of great things.. We know that celebrities can not fight back but what happens if a "non-celebrity" fought back. I don't mean fights and stuff but more like when someone famous is being stocked, have a non-related, non celebrity just an average Joe, run at the "dumb ones" I mean what would happen if you knocked them over or managed to screw up all their photos with pictures of yourself running like an idiot through each shot? What happens if you ran by with a large or even small mirror causing the photos to skew? hehe.. Yeah I have thought about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so hard to believe that celebrities have different private lives then the rest of the world. Who cares that they have bundles more money then we do.. Honestly, bill gates doesn't get stocked.. Not that we would want that but still... &lt;br /&gt;see my point? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this stems from reading a blog and feeling pissed off for the person writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because things that were written were screwed up by others, just ramblings, much like mine where taken out of content and screwed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it pisses me off cause sometimes, good people get messed with and can do nothing about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are good people out in the world, people that just want to say they are friends with someone, and then their are "dumb ones with cameras" that scare everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is my voice, if I see someone famous, while I might be temporary stunned by their beauty or greatness, or both, I swear that I will run at the "dumb ones with cameras" and knock them over, or screw up their photos so that you my famous friend, can enjoy a moment in peace knowing all they are going home with is a picture of the back of my throat and a close up of my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? Cause there are good people out in the world that know nothing of what your life is like but your human, your female and your a lesbian and we have to stick together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-117433877667925848?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/117433877667925848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=117433877667925848&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/117433877667925848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/117433877667925848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2007/03/being-celebrity-must-suck.html' title='Being a celebrity must suck!'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-115505149952514327</id><published>2006-08-08T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:38:19.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fully recovered</title><content type='html'>Here is the stats about the trip. The official stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIDER STATISTICS&lt;br /&gt;We had 8,907 registered riders, of which 2,156 finished in one day!&lt;br /&gt;The first group of one-day riders arrived at the finish line at 3:05 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;br /&gt;46 riders are over 70&lt;br /&gt;Oldest: 86&lt;br /&gt;Oldest Male: 86&lt;br /&gt;Oldest Female: 76&lt;br /&gt;Youngest: 1&lt;br /&gt;28 under 10&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Times Ridden: &lt;br /&gt;53% first timers (4707)&lt;br /&gt;15% ridden 1 time (1306)&lt;br /&gt;2 ridden 26 times, 1 25 times&lt;br /&gt;21 ridden 20 times or more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Consumption at the Spanaway Food Stop&lt;br /&gt;9,400 sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;8,000 cookies&lt;br /&gt;6,000 Clif bars&lt;br /&gt;3,000 bagels&lt;br /&gt;18,000 servings of fruit (bananas, grapes, plums, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;900 gallons of Ultima Sports Drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah you read right, 6000 Clif bars, wow.. We eat a lot don't we.&lt;br /&gt;well, its done and over with, life is just now getting back to normal. Was finally back on the bike this past weekend and that felt good. Everyone keeps asking the same old question, will we do it again next year, the answer is... Don't know. Doubt it. I tend to do it every 2 years if I do do it. Not sure that will be in our game plan next year, but maybe after, in 2008 we might be re-thinking that idea. We shall just wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-115505149952514327?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115505149952514327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=115505149952514327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115505149952514327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115505149952514327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/08/fully-recovered.html' title='Fully recovered'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-115326148461162137</id><published>2006-07-18T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T15:24:44.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Ride</title><content type='html'>Well we completed the Seattle to Portland bike ride (STP). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;206 miles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 hours and 3 minutes to complete this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We complete this before the closing of the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were up and moving around on Sat. morning at 3am, and on the bike and starting the ride at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you need to know about this small achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to 8,999 other people spread out over 200 miles. In 2005, the riders as a group posted the following statistics. Please note that not all riders reported their plans so these statistics are not 100% accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73% were male and 27% were female. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-day riders: 21%; two-day riders: 79% &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total distance (miles) 206.25 &lt;br /&gt;Uphill distance (miles) 30.87 &lt;br /&gt;Uphill altitude (feet) 1,951 &lt;br /&gt;Maximum altitude (feet) 463 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep we completed it.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being proud. this was something that i know for me, i will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;together, after about 24 weeks of training, we achieved our goal. now all we have to do is figure out what to do with our free weekends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-115326148461162137?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115326148461162137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=115326148461162137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115326148461162137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115326148461162137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/07/post-ride.html' title='Post Ride'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-115231449640140382</id><published>2006-07-07T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T16:21:36.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated 4th</title><content type='html'>Well.. I hope everyone had a safe and fun 4th of July. We certainly did. &lt;br /&gt;we decided on a movie, took the motorcycle out and on the way home were able to watch the fireworks from the bike. Now I can honestly say that was the best 4th ever. Something about having the person you love most in the world, wrapped around you. That is all I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well a week from today we will be getting our gear ready and a week from tomorrow our butts will be doing the STP. We will see if all the training has paided off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will try and post some next week. Everyone have a great weekend and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-115231449640140382?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115231449640140382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=115231449640140382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115231449640140382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115231449640140382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/07/belated-4th.html' title='Belated 4th'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-115160659348486178</id><published>2006-06-29T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:43:13.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up sucks sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Its been kind of a strange week so far and have not been so willing to share some of the things I have been feeling and dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking about it this morning, I decided something that always helps me the most is writing down what is troubling, hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in high school,(now I didn't know I was gay back then, nor do I think I even knew what that really meant.) I just knew that I had my high school best friend whom I hung out with all the time, and grandmom (in some ways she was my best friend as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how it always came to pass that we took her with us or what, but some of the best and happiest memories I have of her, are the three of us, Tree, her and I going to Walmart. As she aged she was more hunched over then ever, but she would get a cart and I swear that she would walk up and down every isle in walmart. We always joked she was looking for a man, but she said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After doing this so many times with us, she started joking herself that she was going to find a old man for herself that had cute grandsons for us. Tree and I always just laughed. She would sit outside in the sun and let us hang with our friends. Sometimes she would join in, sometimes she was just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she aged, her mind was always sharp. When you were in the dog house, she would call you by your full name. You knew then it was time to run. You could stand back a ways from her, and if she thought you had a smart mouth on you, she would reach out with her cane and hit you with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved sweet pickles and half sandwiches.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would always wear flowery pleated dresses and sleeveless shirt with jackets over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my happiest memories, was seeing her watch me graduate. She and I got a picture together and I do believe that was one of the best ever taken of us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave each other so much trouble. Don't let her surprise you, she could give as good as she got. She never let me smart mouth her, always telling me to be a lady, and when I think she realized I was me,tomboy to the core, she let me be, but still tried to encourage some women traits for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved telling stories about when she was a kid, loved listening to the tiny radio at night, with the ear piece in, and me a room away, I could always tell you what the news was, since it was so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she aged, before I moved out, she had issues with her back, I would rub her down and I swear more then once she fell asleep on her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House coats when she was indoors, always shooing away the dogs looking to get a nibble of her food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard candy was a weakness for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would remember summers in Florida where I would burn so bad, and her tender hands always putting lotion on me, warning me of the dangers of too much sun. I honestly miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved out and on with my life. I would think of her but... I never wrote. A guilt I live with till this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple years ago, I went home for the first time in a long time. Already divorced, with Tina and living a now happy and stable life. I saw her and I felt my own heart break. The women that could hit you with a cane at any distance, the women who made me laugh, held me when someone broke my heart, or just let me draw as she watched, was so tiny, so fragile. I could only cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My folks told me she might not know who I was.. &lt;br /&gt;but.. She did. She said my name to everyone amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I cried together. I, who have not prayed in a long time, said the Lords prayer with her, touched her face, kissed her forehead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate pickles together (mind you I hate sweet pickles), we made a mess with the pringles.. But darn they were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left, the day I left, I sat with her, told her I loved her. That I was happy, and I wanted her to be well and happy to. Again, I prayed with her, as she did with me every night when I spent summers with her, and every Sunday we went to church. &lt;br /&gt;I cried, and told her I loved her and then told her it was ok to go... I remember praying that she would feel no pain, that her journey would be a sweet and beautiful trip, and that granddad be there waiting with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less then two weeks later, grandmom passed in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral, everyone talked about her life, her family and her.. The one thing that made this so difficult for me, maybe to this day, is that one of the family, said to me..&lt;br /&gt;"You know.. She was just waiting to see you one more time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(great.. Here I sit crying... At work.. Ugh... Tissues anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started cycling... I would always feel a spirit along the ride.. Take that how you wish but like someone was with me, seeing and feeling the good, bad and the sweet nature of my rides.. I always said it was my grandmother... That I had never met, who died before I knew her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. When I cycle I feel more spirits with me. Whither its true or not, I don't care, but I believe and need to believe its both of these ladies with me. One that I never met and one, that in a large part of me, showed me how to be strong for myself, be a lady, and still achieve my goals I set before myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she could see me do this in 15 days.. But.. Some how.. I think she will be with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hurt from my loss.. From my guilt that she was always there in high school. Best friend, parent, and sometimes task master.. And I don't know if I ever told her.. How much she meant to me. Sometimes ... I feel like saying I love you is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all those who read this, who know me, and have had me tell you I love you, I don't know how to tell you how much I really love you, and how thankful I am to have you in my life and in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-115160659348486178?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115160659348486178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=115160659348486178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115160659348486178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115160659348486178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/06/growing-up-sucks-sometimes.html' title='Growing up sucks sometimes...'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-115108348868459417</id><published>2006-06-23T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:24:48.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday... Friday..Friday</title><content type='html'>Yep I am doing the little Friday dance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little toe tapping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little hip swinging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.. Think I pulled something. hehe.. No more dancing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. It is Friday, weekend packed full of fun stuff to make me more tired then this week already has. Would love to sleep in but.. We have a chance to do another training ride together and I for one and not turning that down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily will be off at a sleep over tonight, and we are going to the game and then home to bed. Tomorrow we don't have to pick her up till 230 or so, so we have those hours in the morning and early afternoon to get a good ride in. If we leave by say 9am, we could have a good 5 hours to do a solid ride. Decided I wanted to do all the way around Lake Washington, and its just at 50 miles, am sure its a bit more leaving from home. I am thinking about 60 miles.. Shall see. Think we can do that in 5 hours. Normally we do 50 miles in three hours so thinking that 5 hours will give us some extra time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, Pride weekend that we are not partaking in, and softball, should be a full weekend. Half my softball team (girls) will be at pride, so it was funny coming up with women to play on the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your asking why we are not going to pride.. To be honest, too many people! That is one thing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I like about pride is that I can hold Tina in my arms and be just like very other couple watching the parade. I can kiss her and not hear the sudden intakes of breath, and I can hold hands with her and we look just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you, we don't really worry about doing all that stuff in public since I am not much in to PDA. We do hold hands, but I don't go out of my way to kiss her and make everyone around me uncomfortable. Nope just not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Pride is so different. I love that it respects all ways of life. That is a huge thing for me. Still.. There are a lot of people.. Too many. Not much of a crowd groupie..&lt;br /&gt;So.. Nice quiet afternoon playing softball, swimming in the pool and just being a bum will be my way of celebrating Pride this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone has a sunny and safe weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-115108348868459417?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115108348868459417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=115108348868459417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115108348868459417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115108348868459417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday-fridayfriday.html' title='Friday... Friday..Friday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-115092492061867920</id><published>2006-06-21T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:22:05.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump day</title><content type='html'>wish i could say my life has been so busy lately that i have not had time to post but... maybe a little of that is true but not all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just trying to find the time and then of course.. you have the fact that i seem to be having a bear of a time getting access to blogger makes me less willing to want to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has been going on you ask??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the STP is 3 weeks away. scary and amazing all at once.&lt;br /&gt;Tina has been doing a great deal of cycling on sundays but i have been doing all my other sports and some cycling. so i am getting my exercise but not bike time.&lt;br /&gt;i worry every day that the STP get closer that i am going to fall behind but.. i think i am in good shape and i think scratch that.. i know i can do this.. i believe without doubt that i can do this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather has finally started to turn nice, and that helps us in the training and over all mood of riding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try and at least post three times a week, monday wednesday and friday if i can get this thingy to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-115092492061867920?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115092492061867920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=115092492061867920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115092492061867920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115092492061867920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/06/hump-day.html' title='Hump day'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-115021593109979113</id><published>2006-06-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:25:38.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Yeah Yeah I know I missed a day. Sue me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a really long week so far. Ha.. Ok maybe not. More like I am just tired from Sunday and its rolling over into the week. Playing is hard work. Cycled to softball Sunday morning, oh yeah that took me 57 mins. Means I lost 3 minutes from last time. it. Then three hours of softball, and then cycling home, 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Faster going home. Down hill!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday was suppose to play softball again but the other team didn't show. So we did a little hitting practice and I did some running to work out the tired muscles.. Over all it was a good night but I stayed up to watch "the Closer" and by then I knew I was in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a wonderful dream and it was almost too real... For a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out with meeting Lauren Jackson (WNBA) and getting to know her over dinner, which was strange. Then we were walking towards the elevator and I asked her if I could ask her a personal question, she said sure. "what does it feel like to be such a huge icon to people?" she looked at me and said, "what do you think?" now what kind of answer is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we get into her jeep, now.. Its really a long, stretched out Suburban and go for a ride. We see Key arena and I know where we are, then I look again and the arena is located.. Up on a hill, in Gothem city (like Batman!) I just shook my head cause I knew at that point it was a dream and only a dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to her place.. Now I can see you getting excited.. Alone with Lauren Jackson, anyone would get excited.. Until we open the door and there in the middle of the living room are three other players, dressed in their PJs, with green face mask stuff on, eating pizza and watching an old movie. Talk about strange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I will not be able to look at them the same again when I see them all next week on the court. Was to funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lauren, said we could be alone... And so we went to her room. It was like dating someone who still lived at home. Got to her room, and she sat me down, told me she liked me and then sat down next to me. Putting her leg on my lap asked me to rub her shin.&lt;br /&gt;*Now for those of you who don't know, Lauren has been playing a long time with shin fractures and so they are limiting her playing time. There are pictures on the team page with her having bags of ice taped to her legs to help keep the swelling down. This.. Is my dream.. To rub Lauren Jackson shins.. I tell you, I really need to work on these dreams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was funny. But I woke up tired and ready to go back to sleep. Told Tina that Lauren lived in Gothem City and she laughed. Yeah every Storm season (WNBA) I have dreams about LJ and they are always funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I met her in person, I can say yes to this, that is a story at well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your a season ticket holder you get to go to the fan signing night. Now I went about two years ago I guess, maybe three.. Yeah three cause they won the Championship that year. Lauren and some of her fellow Aussies did this very popular Aussie art magazine, called Black/White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they are black and white photos of athletes naked. Nicely done photos. Anyway there was a huge stink and such about how the pictures should not have been taken and how it would effect the WNBA. Which it really didn't matter. I went through the trouble of ordering one of these magazines. They are not cheap.. US$40. They are however excellent photos of some of their top Aussie athletes that were in the Olympics. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on with the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the signing and I took the magazine with me. In a plastic bag so no one would see it. (so.. I got in line with about 200 other lesbians, and found myself blushing at the idea I was going to have her sign this magazine.) Then I looked around, and every other person had the magazine and were showing it to those who didn't have it and such. I felt myself getting redder and redder. I could not believe how embarrassed I was feeling. Yet all these other ladies seems so uneffected about the fact they were going to ask her to sign it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to her and opened it up and asked her to sign her favorite photo. She did.. I have LJ signature on her naval.. The truth is I was so red that I wanted to run and hide somewhere, anywhere. Honestly I don't think I even made eye contact with her. I was that embarrassed, but she was totally cool with it. So.. I have that magazine stuck away, cause every time I pull it out, I start blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ever since then, every year I have dreams about her, but as you can see. I just rub her shins and meet other players in my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-115021593109979113?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115021593109979113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=115021593109979113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115021593109979113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/115021593109979113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/06/thoughtful-tuesday.html' title='Thoughtful Tuesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114986659354325312</id><published>2006-06-09T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T08:23:13.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Weeks and counting..</title><content type='html'>till the STP and that 200 miles together!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I have been slacking this week and I am sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. So I have been slacking for longer then a week but hay I have excuses... Ok.. So I wont share them all with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out of town last Thursday night through Monday night. So that is part of my excuse. We went to Idaho see Tinas brother get married. It was a good time, a bit warm for my taste but.. Hay its Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did take the bikes with us and get some much needed seat time together. Kind of funny with our tans as they are but we did have a good time. My left shoulder got burned, (I put on sun screen or the right shoulder would have been burnt as well) and the left calf. Tina got burned on her legs but her right leg is the worse. Now your thinking we must have ridden side by side, well some of it we did but not all. And when we did ride next to each other, she was on my left side the entire time. Very strange tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say.. Her tan lines on her legs make it look like she is wearing thigh highs.. Nice perfect lines.. Its so cute.. She hates it, and now understands why wearing a swim suit will be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that we saw a movie while we were there and just relaxed a bit. Could have relaxed more but hay it was a quick trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Besides that, its been raining here for two days tomorrow should be nice and Tina is taking her bike out and doing some riding, I am riding to softball on Sunday. I seem to like that route and it gives me a change up. Hour ride to the game, three hours of running and an hour ride home. That is a nice balance I think. Shall see if that happens with it raining like it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that nothing special for the weekend. Will let you know if something wonderful happens on Monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday ALL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114986659354325312?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114986659354325312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114986659354325312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114986659354325312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114986659354325312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/06/5-weeks-and-counting.html' title='5 Weeks and counting..'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114980711727220902</id><published>2006-06-08T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T15:51:57.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Thursday</title><content type='html'>1. YOUR FULL NAME: Laura Bradley Spangenberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW? Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? plum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? someone here at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. THE WORST ADVICE YOU EVER GOT: "no matter how many times you get thrown off the horse you must always get back on." i was thrown three more times before i decided this horse was not meant to be ridden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ONE THING YOU SWORE YOU WOULD NEVER DO: work in a cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. NAME SOMETHING YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX: NOTHING...&lt;br /&gt;Now if we are talking SAME SEX: sense of humor, cute smile, and someone who likes a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SOMETHING YOU ARE PROUD TO SAY THAT YOU CAN DO: draw almost any animated character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SOMETHING YOU ARE NOT SO PROUD THAT YOU CAN DO: dishes? is that an option? honestly.. touch my nose with my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. SOMETHING YOU WISH YOU COULD DO: play professional basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. SOMETHING YOU SAY TOO OFTEN: "Duh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. SOMETHING YOUR CHILDREN WILL LOVE YOU FOR WHEN THEY ARE GROWN: the fact that i always accept a challenge and no matter the results i will complete the tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. YOUR BIRTHDAY: Feb 16, 1974&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. YOUR COLLEGE DEGREE: Bachelors in Information Technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. BEST REASON FOR DOING THIS QUESTIONNAIRE: gives me something to post when my day has not left me much free time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114980711727220902?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114980711727220902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114980711727220902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114980711727220902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114980711727220902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-thursday.html' title='Finally Thursday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114980711164432237</id><published>2006-06-08T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T16:07:43.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Thursday</title><content type='html'>1. YOUR FULL NAME: Laura Bradley Spangenberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW? Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? plum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? someone here at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. THE WORST ADVICE YOU EVER GOT: "no matter how many times you get thrown off the horse you must always get back on." i was thrown three more times before i decided this horse was not meant to be ridden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ONE THING YOU SWORE YOU WOULD NEVER DO: work in a cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. NAME SOMETHING YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX: NOTHING...&lt;br /&gt;Now if we are talking SAME SEX: sense of humor, cute smile, and someone who likes a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SOMETHING YOU ARE PROUD TO SAY THAT YOU CAN DO: draw almost any animated character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SOMETHING YOU ARE NOT SO PROUD THAT YOU CAN DO: dishes? is that an option? honestly.. touch my nose with my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. SOMETHING YOU WISH YOU COULD DO: play professional basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. SOMETHING YOU SAY TOO OFTEN: "Duh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. SOMETHING YOUR CHILDREN WILL LOVE YOU FOR WHEN THEY ARE GROWN: the fact that i always accept a challenge and no matter the results i will complete the tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. YOUR BIRTHDAY: Feb 16, 1974&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. YOUR COLLEGE DEGREE: Bachelors in Information Technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. BEST REASON FOR DOING THIS QUESTIONNAIRE: gives me something to post when my day has not left me much free time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114980711164432237?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114980711164432237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114980711164432237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114980711164432237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114980711164432237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-thursday_08.html' title='Finally Thursday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114917899910917589</id><published>2006-06-01T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:29:02.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 1st already?</title><content type='html'>I AM: a friend, a sister, a daughter, a writer, a reader, a listener, and a goof ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: Money so i can do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: i could always be the strong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: cooked carrots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: living close to those I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: Tina and Emily laughing and i can not control my smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: if i will ever get taller? and why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: that i dont always remember the lessons i learn the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: being patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: when no one is around. safier that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SING: in the shower and in the car &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: when I am angry, and sometimes just for the fun of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: Patient or willing to be patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: noise, finger gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: when i am imspired, when i want to work on my book, when i want to vent without hurting someone, or when i want to show how much i love someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: colors all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: a nap always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: always laugh no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I START: lots of trouble often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINISH: every thing i attempt. finish is always more important then how good you look doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114917899910917589?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114917899910917589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114917899910917589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114917899910917589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114917899910917589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-1st-already.html' title='June 1st already?'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114848584027459001</id><published>2006-05-24T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T08:50:40.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Well we are at the half way mark of the week, and I am going to get slammed later this morning so figured it was best to write early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball game last night was good up till the 3rd quarter and then the girls fell apart. Sucks that we had to lose to Houston but.. They have always been a thorn in our side. We will recover, we always do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really not much going on tonight. Having played softball on Monday even though the fields were wet, I was exhausted last night to go to an 8pm game. Wow. Talk about beat. Getting home at 11 is not what I like to do. I am normally in bed and asleep by 930. Scary... I am so old. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will cycle a bit tonight I think. My knee seems better today. Stairs don't hurt so bad now and all I can do is breath a sigh of relief. That bruise is so.. Strange. It showed up finally yesterday, no bigger then a dime right at the edge of the knee cap. But under it, there is an softball size knot. Its huge.. Tender to the touch but.. Like I said, I can bend the leg enough to do stairs. Only slightly stings now, where as yesterday it just made me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Tonight cycling, and working out the muscle a bit. Nothing more then 30 minutes I am thinking just cause I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my day is about to start. Got to get some paper work ready for my meeting and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great hump day all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114848584027459001?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114848584027459001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114848584027459001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114848584027459001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114848584027459001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/hump-wednesday.html' title='Hump Wednesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114841913052810571</id><published>2006-05-23T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T14:18:50.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday again</title><content type='html'>Well there really isn't much to report for this very soggy Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going out to the STORM basketball game tonight, a very late game might I add and other then that, not much more I can say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight they take on Comets whom always seem to give them a hard time. But.. Since we beat LA with no problem on Sunday night, tonight should be easy right? Yeah I can only wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, not much to report..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your chins up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is hump day at least!!! Three day weekend is getting closer!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114841913052810571?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114841913052810571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114841913052810571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114841913052810571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114841913052810571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/tuesday-again.html' title='Tuesday again'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114831485375054386</id><published>2006-05-22T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T09:20:53.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soggy Monday</title><content type='html'>Yep its raining and I am actually happy about it. Not much in the mood to play softball tonight so if it continues to rain, then .. I will get lucky and not miss a game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very hard for me to just not play when I don't feel the mood. Very hard in fact. Maybe its due to the fact that I pay to play or just for the fact that its good exercise and I should never turn down exercise. Who really knows the answer. Think Tina would say its cause I am competitive. Don't think she is right but who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled to the softball game yesterday. Now Tina has done the 13 miles to the field in 55 minutes. So ... I cycled like a crazy women, mostly cause I was running extremely late, and managed to do 13 miles in 53 minutes. I know.. I know.. I should not be so darn excited and what is the different of 2 minutes, but I have to tell you, those two minutes are vital. While I am scared about failing Tina for the STP, doing this little ride and keeping close to her time is amazing for me and my fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see.  Next week we are taking Friday off and hopefully doing some long distance cycling together in Idaho. Am looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess I better get the week started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114831485375054386?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114831485375054386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114831485375054386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114831485375054386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114831485375054386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/soggy-monday.html' title='Soggy Monday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114805363524300364</id><published>2006-05-19T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T08:47:15.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Friday</title><content type='html'>Do a little dance with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been so full of work, I can not even see straight. Wanted to train more this week but due to being exhausted from work and hurting my calves last weekend I just was a couch potato. Ok not really but I didn't do a lot of exercise at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night... TWISTER!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you have not played in a while, I might say this to you.. Remember to stretch... No matter what.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second and really the most important.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't play this game with someone that just got off the trainer, sweating.. yep I made the mistake of not letting Tina shower first before the three of us played this game.. Just use your own imagination!! That is all I will say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that sport.. Yeah its a sport at this time, made my calves hurt a bit more, not something I was ready for. Not bad. But I certainly felt it when I raced Emily to her before school program. Hoping that a little more time off and propped up will make them feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should rain tomorrow which means Tina cycles in doors, I am cleaning carpets and Sunday is back to the sports for me. Cycle to softball and home again. Should give me a nice balanced work out. (fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really is it for me. Work has me swamped so I must get back at it. Enjoy the weekend all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114805363524300364?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114805363524300364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114805363524300364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114805363524300364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114805363524300364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-friday.html' title='Its Friday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114790955664236086</id><published>2006-05-17T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T16:45:56.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whine Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Seems everyone at work wants this now! This second, mind you they knew for the last few days it was due today.. But now.. They need it now... Cause.. They waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it does not pay to be in the IT field.. No matter what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another beautiful day and I am missing it. Was really warm yesterday that I got home, shed the thick motorcycle jacket and got on the bike and cruised down to meet some friends for dinner. Was that nice I loved every second of it. Course I could hear Tina in my head warning me about riding the bike with short sleeves on and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chose not to bring the bike in today and now am just missing it. So darn nice out and here I will be trapped in the car, with it so warm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to slowly get ugly and back to the typical Seattle weather. They are calling for rain on Sat. Which wont make Tina happy at all.. What can I do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I am about out of here. Sorry for the late posting but.. Work/duty calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day/evening and I will try better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114790955664236086?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114790955664236086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114790955664236086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114790955664236086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114790955664236086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/whine-wednesday.html' title='Whine Wednesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114779993079444368</id><published>2006-05-16T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T10:18:50.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Well.. Another day started and.. I am already ready to go home. yep..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday got to 83 degrees here. Mind you I didn't get to enjoy that heat, I only got to enjoy the 73 heat of driving to softball..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a painful night that was. Seems that with all my exercising, I have irritate my lower legs a bit more then normal. Fine when I am walking but running or doing sprints seems to iraritate them a great deal. A day of rest and they feel fine, so am thinking its not shin splints but maybe close. So... On my way home I bought arch supports for my shoes.. Wow those things are strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have some what of flat feet so for me to need arch support is strange by itself.. However the hard part of this adventure is you don't know what will work or how high of arches you need. all the packages are sealed and not where you can take them out and test drive them. So.. I got what I thought would work. They are the jell kind and its killing me not to walk around asking "you jellen?" hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to know if they are working since walk around does not seem to effect it but.. We shall see how they feel at the end of the day. Going to rest and put ice on it and pray that works. After reading online about the down time for shin splint, I don't want them so am going to take care of them so it does not turn into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that 50 mile's on Saturday, and then running for 3 hours of softball Sunday, and then three hours yesterday might be a bit much for my little shins.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice and rest for tonight at least and play tomorrow by ear.. That is all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the weather is nice where-ever you are and enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114779993079444368?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114779993079444368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114779993079444368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114779993079444368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114779993079444368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114770738006775952</id><published>2006-05-15T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:36:20.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday and Monday</title><content type='html'>I know.. I know.. I totally forgot to blog on Friday but I had good reason. I was so swamped at work, I could not even see straight. It sucked to be perfectly honest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. All last week after softball Monday Tina asked me and actually made me promise not to exercise so I was a good girl all week and then Friday was able to play racquetball. Boy talk about making a difference. Really making a difference. I won two of the three games I played..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sat. I did a 51 mile bike ride, in 3 hours and 13 minutes. Yeah that means that while taking the time off my body felt better then it has and I did well on my own. Didn't need to worry about Tina and losing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest fear is that I will disappoint her on the STP. She is so slender and much better shape then I am. You ask how that is possible with playing 6 hours of softball and hour of racquetball a week, and it comes down to the fact that she has always been slender and tall and I am short and stocky.. Sucks to be honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so fast on the straight, and it use to be that I could at least take her on the hills. Not any longer. In a short amount of time she started to pass me and now.. I can say without a shadow of doubt she passes me with no issue at all and I am still my slow slug pace up the hill. Sucks.. It hurts my ego beyond words. I have not said much to her how bad that hurts but man it stinks to be totally honest. I mean.. I am so darn proud of her, and how she has taken to cycling and how much she loves it and how much she has improved in a years time but.. It hurts to know that I am not getting faster, slower if nothing else.. And that hurts the side of me that felt that this was the sport for me. I would never trade in the pleasure I have had watching her ride, learning new things and just feeling the passion for it. I am so darn proud and happy she found something that challenges all of her being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am competitive, I wont say I am not. But I really do pride myself on being good at things, and practicing to become better. Softball, football and cycling.. Those are my passions but.. I have to admit, it hurts when I don't see much improvement in cycling. I see it in the others.. But not cycling. Still slow .. And that adds to my fear that I will slow her down come July and the STP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is where I am at currently.. Worried and stressed that I will not be much help to her on the ride and I will.. Fail her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the status check of the day is as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body: tender but good&lt;br /&gt;Soul: scared&lt;br /&gt;Spirit: worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what the day brings and if tomorrow is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114770738006775952?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114770738006775952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114770738006775952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114770738006775952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114770738006775952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/friday-and-monday.html' title='Friday and Monday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114736153216320141</id><published>2006-05-11T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:32:12.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday... I forgot Wednesday....</title><content type='html'>Well we are once more almost to the week end.. And what can I say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its about darn time!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I doing? You have been wondering.. I am doing just great.. I made a promise to Tina last weekend after our long ride, and the one thing I have always prided myself on is keeping my promises.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. What did I promise.. Not to ride all week, until Friday.. More like not push it.. So she let me play softball on Monday and I get to play racquetball tomorrow but nothing between the two. Why, cause I am slowing down in the healing process and the cycling on Saturday really put a strain on my body. Softball is mellow with rest between running, so that was ok. She wanted me off the bike and just resting at home, taking my drugs and relaxing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I can play an hour of racquetball and then on Sat. I can cycle for how many ever miles I feel necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an extremely hard promise to keep but.. I have done it so far. She has managed to get out on the bike twice this week, but she is still tired from our long ride. We have discussed it and are not real worried about the STP now, just the time our butts are on the seat. Need to build that time up a bit more. Am hoping for nice weather on Sat morning and early afternoon so that I can do around Lake Washington and get some serious miles on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softball on mothers day and.. That is about it.. We are meeting some friends for bowling on Sat afternoon so that should be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other then that... Nothing more to report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114736153216320141?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114736153216320141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114736153216320141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114736153216320141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114736153216320141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/thursday-i-forgot-wednesday.html' title='Thursday... I forgot Wednesday....'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114719091692589791</id><published>2006-05-09T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T09:08:36.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday "Another Day"</title><content type='html'>Well another day of this week, and I am making it a point to write now, cause I know as the morning progresses, its going to get busy and I wont have time to think let along blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played softball last night and after doing terrible on Sun. I made up for it in the first game yesterday. 4 for 4, two singles and two doubles. Got to like that. It was sweet. I was there.. However.. I missed a ball or two I should have had. And I landed on my left knee a little harder then I should have. Nice half dollar bruise on the knee makes it tender to bend. Think at lunch, if I get one, that I will go to the sports shop and see if I can buy a softball knee thingy. To help protect my knee the next fall I have. Like to drop one knee to catch the grounders. And when I hurt it I wont to do it. Not good for the grounders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that and getting home later, there isn't much to report. &lt;br /&gt;Just another work day and an off night from cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 weeks till the STP.. and counting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114719091692589791?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114719091692589791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114719091692589791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114719091692589791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114719091692589791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/tuesday-another-day.html' title='Tuesday &quot;Another Day&quot;'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114712231597339302</id><published>2006-05-08T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T14:05:16.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>Hopefully tomorrow will allow me more time but for today I will be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina and I managed to get a ride in together this weekend and while it was not 80 miles like I needed, it was 50 and we did it in 3 hours and 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;is that good you ask? The answer is heck yeah.. Means we can do the first 100 miles in 6 hours, which if we do this right would give us over 9 hours to finish the last 100 miles. That rocks.. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina is excited cause we did so well and I was just plain happy for us to have the hours to ride together. It does so stink when you have to train by yourself and you know that you really want your cycling partner with you. It makes the ride go faster, makes you work harder and you always have someone to share your bug story with. (eating bugs is common)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. With that.. I am slammed at work, so I must go back but wanted to share with all that news. Nice huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll back to work. Enjoy your Monday, hope its less stressful then mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114712231597339302?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114712231597339302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114712231597339302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114712231597339302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114712231597339302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114684465243871070</id><published>2006-05-05T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T08:57:32.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday,,,. Friday.... Its Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah its Friday and I am doing a little dance. hehe know you can not see it. Just think of the silliest thing humanly possible and that is me doing the dance. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so today I have a MAJOR complaint. You can read on or just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode the motorcycle in today and loved it. Now I have long hair, not to the middle of the back long but little longer then shoulder length. So my hair is always outside the helmet. Now how in the heck.. Do those women on TV when they do those ads, pull the helmet off and their hair come "flowing" out? Come on now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I tried to keep a semi-pony tail up, I had the worst head ache from the rubbing against my scalp. So that is not the trick. I have tried to put my hair up... But when I remove the helmet, I look like I stuck my finger in the sock somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;if you leave it out and its not to the middle of your back... Well then it looks like your a the old cave women without a brush.. Just kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those ads and TV shows... I want to know how the women do it?&lt;br /&gt;Special effects,.. I know.. Its really a man then they have the next screen a women throwing her head back and there it is.. Perfect hair.. Ha... Just does not make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.. Done complaining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend... WNBA pre-season has started.. So.. Everyone get out and support your local team.. Storm are going back to the big game!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114684465243871070?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114684465243871070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114684465243871070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114684465243871070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114684465243871070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/friday-friday-its-friday.html' title='Friday,,,. Friday.... Its Friday!!!'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114677298708714946</id><published>2006-05-04T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T13:03:07.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Thursday</title><content type='html'>Well Thursday is finally here. Am so happy means tomorrow is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather is calling for 70s today. Excellent. Rain on the weekend.. Really beginning to believe God does not want us to ever cycle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home last night and got out on the bike. Now I have to say cycling in the late afternoon stinks bad enough but with a work day, its worse. So much stuff in the air that your lungs hate you by the time your done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did our short but hard little training ride of 10 miles, and its up hill going and down coming back. That helps. Over all time 45 minutes.. Now that my friends is not too shabby. That is 45 total minutes, with bike in motion time was 37 minutes.. Which is even better. But the extra time is for the 4 lights, twice. &lt;br /&gt;so.. Not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning a long ride around lake Washington this weekend. So shall see how that pans out with the rain suppose to come in before then. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will bring the motorcycle to work and must admit I love riding that bike as much as my other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is good old racquet ball and that is always fun. Should be much better tonight, healing up is almost complete so I am all excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well onward to the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone enjoy the weather out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114677298708714946?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114677298708714946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114677298708714946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114677298708714946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114677298708714946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-thursday.html' title='Its Thursday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114667966169376447</id><published>2006-05-03T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T11:07:41.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another "Hump" day</title><content type='html'>Well its finally here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, not worth getting excited about but I tell you, its half way till Friday, Thursday always goes really fast and what can I say. I like being able to watch Bones on Wednesday nights. Of course not tonight, darn it, so I might get to actually watch Alias instead of taping it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VHS, wow what can we say about it. I remember as a kid they were so darn hot, DVD were unheard of and such. Always rented movies, watched them with the family, then return them quickly to the rental store before you got charged a late fee. As time goes on the late fee moved to another day rental instead of like a 3 or 5 dollar fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can have your movies shipped to your home, watch it as your time and convenience and then ship it back to them. Now I have to say Netflix is wonderful for this for more then one reason but the biggest reason for it is that the main branch DVD center is located in Tacoma, so I can return a movie by postal on Monday and by Wednesday I have a new movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you get the honor of having more then two movies out at once if you want. Three or more, but we found for the money we can do two movies and still get them watched and back in less then a week that we are up to like 10 movies a month. Blockbuster to rent is like 5.99 a piece for three days. We play maybe 14.99 for two out at once. Talk about savings.. Got to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained again last night, nothing major yet. Have to continue to heal before I get real daring. That wont be long now I promise but.. Still. Have to be gentle with the body a bit longer and then.. .Well.. The training will get so serious it wont be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather here is awesome again.. Its spring folks.. That is all I can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114667966169376447?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114667966169376447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114667966169376447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114667966169376447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114667966169376447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-hump-day.html' title='Another &quot;Hump&quot; day'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114659449854952272</id><published>2006-05-02T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:28:18.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday already</title><content type='html'>Second day into May and all I can say is the weather is unreal out there. Wow.. Its so darn pretty, makes my water mouth thinking I could be on either of the bikes and having a blast. But.. Work calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided after the fun adventure on Sunday with all the cycling I took last night off and played video games. Checked with Tina and after she said yes, planted my butt on the couch to play for almost 3 hours. I am not a huge fan of Madden06 but.. Its ok. The one feature I found I do like is that you play superstar and you start from scratch. You create your player. You chose your parents and go from there. Then you take an IQ test and you get drafted. Basically you live the life of a football player. Pro player no less. So then you practice, get invited to do films, do interviews, get a agent. Basically living a life of a football player. Its cute. And yeah I got lost in the darn game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina laughed when I yelled cause I scored my first touch down as a player. hehe..I know meaningless as it is it was a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours ... I had to tear myself away. The down side is you get drafted by any team. The first time I was drafted by the Cowboys..(ugh) the second time, worse Broncos.. (ugh..) It was ugly.. I wanted the Panthers but they don't need QB so will go back and become a running back and see if I can get drafted by them. hehe, it is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. That was it. Tonight. Cycling and steak. Nice mix if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;if your having nice weather, step outside, take a deep breath and enjoy what nature has outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114659449854952272?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114659449854952272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114659449854952272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114659449854952272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114659449854952272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/tuesday-already.html' title='Tuesday already'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114649856494270623</id><published>2006-05-01T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T08:49:24.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday... First of MAY!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Had to believe the month of April has come and gone. Now we enter the month of May and I am starting to feel the pressure of the STP on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did what I use to do last summer and I rode my non-motorized bike to my softball games, played for three hours and then rode the bike home. What does that really mean. Well its 13 miles to the field. Three major hills. I was warmed up to say the least, by the time I got there. How long did it take you ask me... Well 1 hour and 3 minutes..(not this is not bad since its the first long ride since the surgery.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina rode in a bit later to meet me at the field, her time 56 minutes.. Yeah I was cranky, sometimes its hard for me to rationally see things like a little surgery.&lt;br /&gt;anyway after the games, we cycled home... This time it took me 58 minutes.. Yeah it helps me to cycle with her. She let me set the pace but.. Over all it was a great ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I feel today... Well... To be honest, tender... Extremely tender but.. Good never the less. The legs feel good and tired, not too stressed and the rest of me feels fine, just my pelvis seems tender. Its something I can live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel for the long term, meaning, my projections for the STP.. I am worried but I know that my mind wont let me fail.. That is the one thing I know about myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn STUBBORN... I will achieve what I set out to do. May not be pretty, may not be in the time I want (done by 9pm that night) but darn it... I will complete what I start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114649856494270623?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114649856494270623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114649856494270623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114649856494270623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114649856494270623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/monday-first-of-may.html' title='Monday... First of MAY!?!?!'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114625394292421902</id><published>2006-04-28T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:52:22.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>Well its Friday and all I can say is thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am excited that its here and that tomorrow is the sleep in day. Really that is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode the motorcycle in today cause Seattle today is... BEAUTIFUL.. Wow no clouds in the sky, and its just plain and simple nice out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing racquetball tonight for the first time in almost two weeks. Hard to believe but very true. Am excited but at the same time a bit sensitive knowing I am still healing. &lt;br /&gt;While on Wednesday the Doc told me to go back to normal but be careful, did manage to cycle for 30 mins. On Wednesday night, was a bit sore and tender come Thursday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all other things, when I am sore I tend to want to repeat the event that made me that way so that the soreness will go away. I did manage to cycle for 23 mins. Last night before cooking and the tenderness made me think better. Image that it will be tender for a few more days but its funny that running does not seem to effect those areas, just cycling. Working those muscles that are only used when cycling I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow if the weather holds, Emily's play date holds, Tina and I will be able to do a nice little ride. Yeah ok so little to you is maybe 14 miles, where as little to us is in the 50 mile range. Anyway we shall see if all the stars line up for us to have this time. We so need to be cycling longer distances together now.. Its hard but we need to get it worked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is the game plan. Softball Sunday and back to the grind on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone has a beautiful weekend and smile, the month of April is almost over, NFL draft is this weekend, and May will be here before you know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114625394292421902?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114625394292421902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114625394292421902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114625394292421902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114625394292421902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114616796773347515</id><published>2006-04-27T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:59:27.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Well I know its been hit or miss with me lately and it seems the blog system does not always like to post what I have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see if I can make this short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the doctor yesterday and was given a clean bill of health. Told to continue on with what I was doing, should I feel pain from any of the cuts, then I should back down a bit but other then that I am fit as a fiddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how happy that makes me. I hate being sick and I hate even more having such wonderful weather and not being able to enjoy it as much as I would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So .. What have I been doing and what happened. Surgery about two weeks ago today, to remove a ugly softball size cyst. (fitting since the season was about to start).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would put it right the week before Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway had surgery on that Thursday and was told I could move and play if I wanted on Sun but would be a stretch. So .. I did what every women has to do when she wants to play sports but can not move.. I did the rain dance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the first game of our softball season was cancelled due to rain. So I didn't have to miss a single game. yep.. I am good. Monday night game I had to miss, which I didn't like but its a new team where as the Sunday team is returning from last year. (So.. I only missed two games... Not bad.. Since made up for it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried my hand at cycling for the first time last night. Nothing extreme.. Just a little 30 min. Work out. Slow.. For about 15 minutes and then speeded up a bit and then done at 30 mins. Not bad.. Am at about 9.5 miles in 30 min on the trainer.. Which means I have only lost about .5 mile.. Not bad.. At all for being off the bike almost two weeks. Will do another slow test tonight and hopefully come Sat can do a bit longer ride.. Have to get back into the groove. The STP is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that.. Recovering and regrouping ... I am excellent. Beautiful weather and just plain nice out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114616796773347515?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114616796773347515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114616796773347515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114616796773347515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114616796773347515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/thoughtful-thursday.html' title='Thoughtful Thursday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114589445584860544</id><published>2006-04-24T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:51:01.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swamped Monday</title><content type='html'>Sometimes this blog thing drives me crazy. I mean, I wrote one up, and the first time I don't save the draft, it loses everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how the weather always effects us. I mean, well this morning I didn't want to come to work, its so nice and cool outside, the high today should be in the mid 60s and I am excited about it. When its miserable to get up I will want to come to work for the A/C part of the day. Its always amazing how that works. I guess its time I won the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been MIA for a few days due to my health. I was working half days last week so I could recover for a minor surgery two weeks ago Thursday. Nothing major, a cyst on the ovary. Once removed just took a little time to heal. Which I seem to be good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played three hours of softball yesterday and am no worse for the wear which is a great thing. Worried I would hurt myself, Tina informed me there was no way and to relax about it. After that I was hitting like I did last year. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight more softball three hours, then tomorrow night I think I will cycle indoors for a tiny bit and then Wednesday I am back at the doctors for her to tell me what is next for me. Should be a clean bill of health, so we have our fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the time table of things, the STP is 9 weeks away. Isn't that scary?&lt;br /&gt;Will we be ready? Tina will be, I am not sure about myself right now.. We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114589445584860544?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114589445584860544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114589445584860544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114589445584860544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114589445584860544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/swamped-monday_24.html' title='Swamped Monday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114589351687642618</id><published>2006-04-24T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T08:45:16.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swamped Monday</title><content type='html'>Well I am now back in the saddle and I must say I didn't honestly mind the half days I took most of last week. In fact I think I could grow use to that life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what a thought that is. hmm I better go and win the lottery so I can enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing that when the weather starts to turn nice, cool mornings and such that we want to run out and enjoy it. When it starts getting miserable when we first get up in the morning we don't run out and enjoy it. And when its winter, it just is never fun. At least here its always raining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to find a sport that is meant to be played in the rain, besides football. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have I been? Well ... Lets see how much info to spare here.&lt;br /&gt;four weeks ago I guess, I went to see the doc, and they did some tests. Two weeks ago Thursday I did an out of patent surgery to remove a cyst from my ovary. So I then took last week and did half days or worked from home, so I could recoup and heal up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, I played three hours of softball and am feeling fine. yep. I am good to go. Amazing what they can do isn't it. Tonight I have three more hours of sports and then I am cycling on tuesday. Wed I meet with the doctor one more time to get the ok that I can cycle outdoors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep its been way to beautiful lately for me to cycle indoors. But I have been good. Running for softball does not seem to phase it but want to make sure the bumps of the outdoor roads are ok. So the week of the surgery I was only allowed to cycle on the trainer for a short amount of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softball season started that weekend and I did manage to do the rain dance to prevent us from playing. So yesterday was everyone's first day back into softball season. I got lucky don't you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what I have been doing, trying to get healthy and just keeping the feet moving forward. After wed. We should be back on the schedule for training and off to the races. I mean its only 9 weeks till the STP. Can you believe that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114589351687642618?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114589351687642618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114589351687642618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114589351687642618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114589351687642618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/swamped-monday.html' title='Swamped Monday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114556461423638363</id><published>2006-04-20T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:23:34.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA week</title><content type='html'>Ok so I swore I would not miss any time except weekends, but I fibbed and now I am back. Well sort of. Will do this little post now and say that next week I will post what I have been doing and why I have been silent. Honestly I have a great excuse. So fear not I am here, and about and will post more starting next week. Life is just winning right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114556461423638363?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114556461423638363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114556461423638363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114556461423638363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114556461423638363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/mia-week.html' title='MIA week'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114470483062237485</id><published>2006-04-10T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:33:51.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday all over</title><content type='html'>Yep we start the week all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday has to be the most dreaded day of the week, Wednesday the most tolerated day, and Friday the all time favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically did nothing all weekend long. Was a bit lazy if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;did some speed training on Sat, 30 mins, 11 miles. About the base line for me right now. One day I will get faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of that of course is the riding hard as possible for 20 seconds and then breathing for the next 40 seconds.. That is hard. I am doing about 35 miles an hour for the 20 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that does not sound that long but when your on a bike that is forever, going as fast as you can. The 40 seconds goes way to quick and you want that time back. So I did well but.. Man do I hate doing the speed work. Makes me sweat like crazy. Ugh its so unattractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that and watch a few movies we kept it pretty simple this weekend. Calm and mellow. Just the way some weekends need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more going on. Today again I shall speed test on the bike, have Tues off and the back at it on Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do have jury duty this week so no blog on Wed or Thurs. Since the city of Seattle thinks I love being there juror for two days. Some how the $10 a day is suppose to help me pay my bills. When my company does not pay us for jury duty. That just sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more I love then sitting in a room full of complete strangers, waiting for my name to be called, pronounced poorly and then discover you have to wait a few more hours. Hour for lunch and then back in the little room where people are starting to smell funny and to be told to go home at 4 to come back again the next day. I do truly think this is some persons idea of a great day but with no windows and no central air. This is what I think hell would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Monday all.. Tuesday is coming..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114470483062237485?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114470483062237485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114470483062237485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114470483062237485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114470483062237485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/monday-all-over.html' title='Monday all over'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114443785392948619</id><published>2006-04-07T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:24:18.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Freaky" Friday</title><content type='html'>Well its finally Friday and I chose the freaky part cause there are days like today that just make me wonder about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a computer tech I have dealt with so much when it comes to things not working but this place, my new job is something totally different. I have users complain something does not work, I walk into their cube and suddenly it works. I take a step out of the cube and it doesn't work. Just makes me laugh. So now I have users asking me to leave parts of myself so they can continue to work. Not thinking that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun weather day, they say its suppose to be 65 degrees out but right how I have to say it will be lucky if it ever gets there. I mean its over cast and just does not look nice out. Of course if I could have that weather tomorrow for my cycling I would be extremely happy. Course the forecast for tomorrow is rain showers and Sunday is the nice day. Good for softball but sucks for my Saturday ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a flash back this morning, of things from being a kid that had me laughing. A close friend of mine got me into blogging and this is not the first time she has gotten me to do stuff with no reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in high school she called one night while her folks were gone and asked me to come and help get her cat down out of a tree. I remember asking her why it was so important to get the cat out of the tree. She said it had been crying all afternoon, and was so scared. Instead of climing down from the tree, it kept going up. So she wanted help getting the cat out of the tree. So I did that. The cat's name was Dufuss (never has a name been so fitting). So I am climbing up this skinny  tree after this scared cat and laughing telling her that this was not a good idea but I was doing it anyway. The cat got to the tip of the tree, I am up there feeling the tree bend over at my weight. This cat was freaking out. Finally,I get the cat and it crawls over me and down the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this work took maybe an hour, course, my friend is on the ground laughing her butt off. Sure that it was funny to see me struggling on the top of a tree, bending every which way due to my weight to have the cat get down quick. Course as I was climbing down the tree, there is the cat sitting there grooming itself, like nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it took me longer to get down from that tree then it did for me to get up it. The lesson we learned was a cat stuck in a tree should stay in the tree. I had a few claw marks from the cat and scraps from the tree, that I think I was the only one traumatized that day. No sooner did I get to the bottom of the tree, the cat went back up it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson I think that stuck with me, was never get a cat. Am truly a dog person, and not ashamed to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114443785392948619?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114443785392948619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114443785392948619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114443785392948619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114443785392948619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/freaky-friday.html' title='&quot;Freaky&quot; Friday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114434077407220928</id><published>2006-04-06T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T09:26:14.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"One more day" Thursday</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I decided to do the easy thing, and do this "strange" get to know you thingy. Now these are sometimes fun and sometimes, just strange. I don't normally like doing them but this one might prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top 5 must haves(for today at least):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My Fridge:&lt;br /&gt;1. Un-sweeten tea&lt;br /&gt;2. Milk&lt;br /&gt;3. Pepperoncini &lt;br /&gt;4. Water&lt;br /&gt;5. Ranch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my closet:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jeans&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweat pants&lt;br /&gt;3. Huge sweat shirts&lt;br /&gt;4. Cloths that I dream about fitting again&lt;br /&gt;5. Work cloths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My Purse ( I don't carry one, so will do pockets):&lt;br /&gt;1. Chapstick Lip Moisturizer&lt;br /&gt;2. Change&lt;br /&gt;3. Mini leatherman&lt;br /&gt;4. Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;5. Wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My Car:&lt;br /&gt;1. CDs&lt;br /&gt;2. Racquet&lt;br /&gt;3. Lots of pennies&lt;br /&gt;4. Two pairs of cleats&lt;br /&gt;5. Bike lock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my TiVo(VCR will have to work here):&lt;br /&gt;1. NCIS&lt;br /&gt;2. Will and Grace &lt;br /&gt;3. Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;4. Bones&lt;br /&gt;5. Commander in Chief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that was not so bad, don't know why people would want to know this meaningless stuff but I thought I would at least share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114434077407220928?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114434077407220928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114434077407220928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114434077407220928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114434077407220928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-more-day-thursday.html' title='&quot;One more day&quot; Thursday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114425301123255659</id><published>2006-04-05T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:03:31.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hump day" Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Yep its that day again. Two more days till the weekend. Yeah sad I get so excited about such things. But the way the weather has been around here, just makes me want to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was so wonderful. Wow I can not even begin to tell you how sweet it was to have it all sunny, few clouds and so blue. Today is suppose to be the same thing but I don't know if I believe them. But then of course, Friday, Saturday and Sunday we are back to the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we want to believe them or just live in our own little world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the monkey (Emily) last night so that Tina could take the bike out and do a trip around the lake. She came back more exhausted then anything else. She discovered that afternoon riding is not so much fun during the week. The exhaust from cars will hurt your performance more then anything else. So another lesson learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I did time on the trainer last night. 12 min warm up at a lovely light speed of 20 miles an hour. So then I did 5 intervals speed testing. yep. Basically its to help increase the heart rate, work the muscles and just plain make you sweat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. 20 seconds at all out, which might I say is 34 miles per hour in the gear I was on, then you do 40 seconds half that speed so I was doing about 18 miles an hour to breath. I used this 40 second breather to wipe the sweat off my face. Talk about pouring down. Wow.. So you do 5 intervals of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, I was beat. I only spend 22 minutes on the bike but I can say they were quick minutes and I don't much mind that. Its when your on the bike and you seem to keep looking at the clock and it still says the same time, like all things stand still. So this is a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to do this training thingy for 5 weeks if I can keep it up. haha.. I am suppose to run 6 intervals tomorrow(Thur) and then cycle again on Friday doing 7 intervals. yep it keeps going up. But its only Tue/Thur/Friday. The rest of the time I can do what I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softball starts Sun. So that will help give me a change of pace as well. Tina and I split that duty a bit. On the early games, Emily goes with me to the game and Tina cycles to the game 14 miles one way up hill. After the games (3 hours) they drive home and I cycle home. Thus giving me some bike time. On the later games I cycle to the games and she cycles home. Just really depends on the weather and if Tina wants to get up early or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that starts. And will give me changes I so need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must get on with my Wednesday activities. Enjoy your hump day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114425301123255659?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114425301123255659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114425301123255659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114425301123255659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114425301123255659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/hump-day-wednesday.html' title='&quot;Hump day&quot; Wednesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114418099548616241</id><published>2006-04-04T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T13:03:15.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"That Day" Tuesday</title><content type='html'>This week is off to a hit, its already Tuesday, I am late posting, and well I just wish I was home in bed taking a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say the highlight of my day was this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping Emily off for school. I was just about to climb back into the car when I see this doe walking across the street. So I stop getting in the car and watch as he makes his way down the side of the street. Suddenly another doe appears and follows at a soft run behind the first one.  So now there are two of them walking beside the softball field. Suddenly. a third one comes popping out. This one is much smaller then the others. This one runs after the others, and they proceed to make their way towards the forest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something to be said about the way nature reminds you to just stop and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was stressing about work, getting gas, returning things to the store and out comes nature to remind me that I too need to take time and just enjoy what is going on and not stress about what I have not done yet or need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight am hoping to cycle a little, leave it up to the weather to be so sweet today. Blue skies and no clouds. Makes me sick. oh well. Tina should be able to cycle in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all right now, nothing to report, training back on schedule tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114418099548616241?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114418099548616241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114418099548616241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114418099548616241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114418099548616241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/that-day-tuesday.html' title='&quot;That Day&quot; Tuesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114407948364535769</id><published>2006-04-03T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T08:51:23.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>Already Monday, seems like the weekend was not here and I am ready for it to be back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn day light savings time. Will take me three weeks to get use to it. Thank goodness its not that often or I honestly think people would riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did cycle this weekend and did about 50 miles, in 2:30 hours. Not too bad. Had to do it inside cause the weather man got the days confused. Saturday was crappy instead of Sunday. Sunday was perfect. I really am not liking the current weather man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, have not even looked. Figured I could just throw up a deck of cards of weather and just randomly chose the ones that fall face up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114407948364535769?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114407948364535769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114407948364535769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114407948364535769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114407948364535769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114382851555807397</id><published>2006-03-31T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:08:35.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.... Friday... How I love Friday</title><content type='html'>Well it's finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, for those of us in the working class, it means that the weekend is getting ready to launch and we need to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As normal the weather man is confused as to what the weather will be like, so all I have left is to do the dance, you know the one, the sun shine dance. Yep, the rain dance, there is some dork that keeps doing that one and look what is happening.. Weather can not make up its mind, so I've decided I need to get involved and do the sun shine dance. Not really sure what that will include but someone has to take one for the team and while my dancing skills are less then stellar, I will do it. Just so we have some wonderful weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal again this weekend is over 60 miles. Should the weather hold true and my dancing helps, we should have mid 50s tomorrow and it will be perfect for cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Tina read an article and so now our breakfast will be spaghetti with garlic bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.. I am thinking the same thing.. That is just wrong but I guess since most training teams have been doing it for years, and even the Tour de France guys do that, we are now going to join them in strange foods for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee and spaghetti just don't sound right together but will let you know how that works out. Not so sure that we will be having meat balls but that might be the end of my stomach. Bad enough, I have trouble eating breakfast in the morning this should be a real challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait, we are just now learning to eat breakfast, a big breakfast at 9am in the morning, the day of the STP we have to be out the door no later then 330. So that means breakfast is at like 3am. Not so sure I can eat spaghetti and meatballs that early either. That too we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you all know the plan. Early rise, coffee, spaghetti and then off to the races. Trying to get it done on Saturday this time so that we can be perfect couch potatoes on Sunday. Emily will be back on Sunday night so our free time is quickly coming to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next break together to cycle I think isn't till June. Cutting it close I know for the STP but I think we will be ready. Just a feeling at this point. Will see how that feeling grows or not in the up and coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone enjoy your Friday, laugh and smile a lot. The weekends are always too short. See ya'll Monday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114382851555807397?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114382851555807397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114382851555807397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114382851555807397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114382851555807397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday-friday-how-i-love-friday.html' title='Friday.... Friday... How I love Friday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114373740889094979</id><published>2006-03-30T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T08:50:08.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Friday but its still Thursday.</title><content type='html'>One more day and its Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much really going on here. We are not training this week much like last week so we can do a long ride on the weekend. This time we are truly shooting for over 60 miles. If the weather works with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling so hot so set up a doctors appointment for Friday, just to make sure I am good to go on the continuing training part of the event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as a women I have to say one of the most annoying questions to get asked when setting up a doctors appointment is "are you pregnant?" now I know that they have to ask that of everyone. I respect that, but when I say no the first time, I really mean it. However these ladies just didn't want to leave that question alone. After the third time of saying "I am positive, without a shadow of doubt that I am not pregnant." (I got hmm how should we say it... Short with her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fourth time is the charm. Right before we set up the visit for Friday, she asked again "are you sure your not pregnant." I responded the only way that I felt necessary at this time "I'm a lesbian, if I am prgnant, there is some serious explaining to do. And my next call will be to the National Enquirer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead silence met my ear. Then a chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess then you really are sure your not pregnant." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did chuckle at that. I told her I was sorry for being so blunt and she said she was sorry but it was standard questioning. We agreed that it was funny and yes I am not prego. We were able to move on and set up a doctors appointment after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I said not much going on, just the daily grind and tomorrow is Friday. &lt;br /&gt;everyone say it with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY...&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any closer? Darn it. Works when you chat the singers name at a concert. They come out? Darn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114373740889094979?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114373740889094979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114373740889094979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114373740889094979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114373740889094979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/almost-friday-but-its-still-thursday.html' title='Almost Friday but its still Thursday.'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114365091848703110</id><published>2006-03-29T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:48:38.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last HUMP day of March</title><content type='html'>Well Wednesday is finally here and I have to tell you, I am glad. Been a strange week so far. Emily is off on a cruise to some wonderful places. (don't want to talk about it. I wanted to go as her luggage and she said I would not fit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tina and I have been struggling with car issues. More like her car issues, but the plus side for me has been its been nice even thought the weather report said rain, it was sunny and 58 yesterday afternoon. (once more we wont go here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have been taking the bike out. Now she is not much one for the bike. In fact I think I have to bargain more times then not to get her on it. This is the only time I can get her on it, is when Emily is gone. So I have been pestering her like crazy to get her on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the one thing I know for sure, is that when I motorcycle alone, I am smooth in shifting gears and such. Not so much with an extra body on the back. Mind you we do add to the weight and such. So that has been something new for me to learn. I love learning it as well. Emily is still light enough I don't notice a change on the bike when we are out, so with Tina everything is a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I love having Tina on the back of the bike... Up till I have to stop on a hill. Nothing like having another 125 pounds added to your weight against the gas tank. hehe. (this is not complaining in the least.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I have noticed, is that Tina does not like to hold me around the waist, she likes to a grab the sides of the jacket much like Emily does. Now this is not a problem with Emily since she can not reach around my waist but with Tina its a new experience. I mean, when I start going, or even slow down the jacket moves all around. Its funny but uncomfortable all the same. My cycling jacket has the body armor in it for protection so when she pulls on it when we accelerate or slow down, I notice that armor a bit more then I normally would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more I am not complaining... Nope.. This is my one time to enjoy having her on the bike with me. She gets to see some of my training rides from the past and its been fun. Think she secretly likes it but wont tell me.&lt;br /&gt;A good ride, she smiles after wards, a bad ride and I get hit in the arm for every time I scared her on the bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a learning lesson, but one that I hope we can enjoy for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy HUMP day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114365091848703110?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114365091848703110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114365091848703110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114365091848703110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114365091848703110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-hump-day-of-march.html' title='Last HUMP day of March'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114358463074420360</id><published>2006-03-28T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T14:23:50.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just plain old Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Most boring day of the week, not in a good time slot and just no fun in general. So.. What can I say, today's blog is extremely late, and well I don't have much thought right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some things to ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you make an peanut butter sandwich with jelly and drop it, it always lands on the jelly side??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you make a fresh HOT cup of tea, that you get called away from your desk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it your car acts up till you take it in to be fixed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can you feel the pain in a certain body part and know for sure it hurts, but when the doctor asks you where it hurts, you forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been one of those kind of Tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114358463074420360?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114358463074420360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114358463074420360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114358463074420360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114358463074420360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-plain-old-tuesday.html' title='Just plain old Tuesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114347917774021084</id><published>2006-03-27T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T09:06:17.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's already Monday????</title><content type='html'>Well the weekend went way to fast and I must say those weatherman, really stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was not going to be a pretty weekend and then it was and then only Sunday and then I look again less then an hour later, its now only Sat. They can not figure it out. I am sure they are all sitting around, with these cards like a deck of cards and pulling them out and what it says is what the day/week will bring.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we didn't cycling Sat, due to several reasons,all good of course, it was a wonderful and warm day. Not many clouds and such, then we decided our long ride would be Sunday. Now normally I like the long ones on Sat, so I can recover on Sunday but this was not to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47 miles in 3:35.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all set to leave at 1015am yesterday morning, just needed to put on my shoes and we look out the window. Its dumping down rain. So we decide to drive a way to the park and start there. Its only 12 miles from the house so there I am putting the bike rack on the car and loading us up. 11am we finally are on the bike and out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were against the wind the entire time we were on the ride. It was over cast and just windy. No getting around it. Now we were going around Lake Washington, and as we came down the back side of the lake Tina yells to me&lt;br /&gt;"how is possible we are always going against the wind, why is the wind not behind us by now?" I honestly don't have a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing about Tina and I, is certainly the difference in our body styles. Tina is very tall and slender, and I make up for it with being short and stubby. So I make a great wind breaker and her, not so much. So I took the lead to help out a little. Don't know if it really helped but I felt like it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired ad exhausted we arrived back at the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we get in the car, and drive back to home, and it is still raining there. The entire trip around the lake and such we never got wet, we come home and its pouring. Guess we did it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we succeed in our first long ride of the season together and we did really well if I do say so myself. We were in bed by 845 and I was out by 9 I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;steaks and fries are always the best after that long ride. So we did good. One more long ride planned for this coming weekend, even if the weather man can't get it right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will let you know how successful it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Monday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114347917774021084?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114347917774021084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114347917774021084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114347917774021084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114347917774021084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-already-monday.html' title='It&apos;s already Monday????'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114322086254679020</id><published>2006-03-24T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:21:03.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITs FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>What can I say, I am excited about the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cause of the weather.. I mean look at this prediction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A typical Spring mix is on the way for the weekend. We will have some showers on the Saturday along with sun breaks. You may even get a brief thundershower late in the afternoon. Highs will hit the mid 50s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we have fewer showers, and more sunshine. Highs will stay in the mid 50s."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean honestly could they have just said that it was a chance of rain or showers and with a chance of sun breaks. I mean even I could report that just looking out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, rain or shine we are going for a 60 mile ride. Fingers crossed that we don't get any of those thunderstorms. That is all I have to say to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's raining, Tina will do her 60 indoors and I think, I might just go out and try my luck on that hill again. This time, however, I will win and not fall over and end up like a turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will let you know on Monday if I was successful in beating the mountain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114322086254679020?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114322086254679020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114322086254679020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114322086254679020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114322086254679020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-friday.html' title='ITs FRIDAY'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114313231124321298</id><published>2006-03-23T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T08:45:11.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirsty Thursday</title><content type='html'>Yep I decided this title was a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because this weekend our scheduled ride should be 60 miles. Should it continue to rain, Tina will take the comfort of home and cycle indoors and I will take the outdoors for that long of a ride. See who finishes first (Tina better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, I think in my last life I was a camel. I pack away liquid like no other. It's insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk shake to start the morning, coffee to work, 4 glasses of hot tea before noon, at least, two 10 oz water drinks about lunch time, more water till the end of the day mixed of course with the hot tea. Throw in an 8oz diet coke, I am still moving. 8 hours later, I of course am residing in the rest room for a few minutes. (Think Austin powers after deep freeze) then home I drink more, ice tea and of course more water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things about Tina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she hates water&lt;br /&gt;                      and&lt;br /&gt;She has had a child and now has a bladder the size of a pea (no pun intended here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This little fact was shared with me by my own mother, who said that when she was carrying me, I made her bladder shrink because I kicked it so much. Doubt that is true but my mother says so, so who am I to argue. I am not about to do scientific research to prove it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In my blog we are of course going to talk a bit about cycling.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know all this (there is a point to my story), image being on a bike for 4 hours. A traditional camel pack (those funny humps on the back of cyclers) holds between 70 oz and 100oz of liquid. I can finish one of those in less then 4 hours, more like 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina was worried how her intake and how she was going to survive the STP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                             Now this is exciting news. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she discovered that cycling makes your bladder go dormant. Which I think she secretly likes. This means she can drink as much as she feels comfortable, and she does not have to stop as much as she thought she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is wonderful especially for me because I am thinking that we will never make it to Portland if we are stopping every 10 minutes for her (besides I don't think there are that many port-a-potties on the route.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the down side is that once your bladder wakes up, its Austin Powers time. Only instead of every 10 minutes, you are there every 3 minutes. This is perhaps the one time in my life; I am just like my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any clue how happy she will be to know this, and how miserable I shall be for the first 2 hours after we complete the ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another rambling thought for you chew on and laugh at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114313231124321298?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114313231124321298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114313231124321298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114313231124321298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114313231124321298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/thirsty-thursday_23.html' title='Thirsty Thursday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114304584082214025</id><published>2006-03-22T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T08:44:42.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I just wish it was already Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could easily crawl under my desk and fall asleep. Almost do it if I didn't think I would not get caught. computer fans would provide enough heat I would not need a blanket and they are tall enough I could sleep behind them and not be seen, except for of course, my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to wonder about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with Tina for 6 years this May and its only been recently that I found out things about her. Things... that drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well right now the only two things that do drive me crazy, ok maybe three things. Now they are things I can live with and all that but they do drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am a pack rat in the worst way but have been getting better. I am not as obsessed about cleaning as Tina is, but I am not a slob either. So this women just loves to "putter" as we call it. She just wont sit still no matter what. So she just "putters" around, basically cleaning anything and everything. Now this is not a bad thing, and its something I have grown to love about her, she is extremely cute when she putters. But... laundry.. She does it, washes, and folds. And then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stuffs them in what ever drawer there is space free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that is right, she is organized about everything in the house, but when it comes time to put her laundry away, if it does not need to be hung up, well... its shoved in a drawer. Her closet is organized according to pants, shirts, long or short, sweaters.... You get the idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.. I am organized in certain things, books on the shelf in a certain order, DVD's arranged by subject, or actor, and my clothing drawers. So.. After 5 years she realized that she could not figure out my arrangement, she now leaves my clean cloths on my pillow for me to "organize" my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to love compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oven... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is for cooking... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not storage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On more then one occasion I have turned on the oven to preheat and... Forgot to look inside. Have only managed to ruin one spatula thus far but man I have heated up a few pans in my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She says we have no space and therefore the oven is her storage unit. It is very hard for me not to remind her she can store stuff in the grill outside if she needs space, what makes it so special that it cant be used? Besides being outside.. However.. I chose not to have this debate with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last and certainly not least thing,.... Toothpaste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You would have thought I would have seen it before now. But she squeezes in the middle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because I have small hands or because her hands are a bit strong or bigger what ever the reason, well it just isn't right. Every night and morning I push all the toothpaste to the open end, all you have to do is squeeze it gently and it will come out. Thus is why I do this, but nope. She squeezes from the middle. Grabbing it like a bag of money and giving it a good old squeeze. Amazes me. Every time she sees me fixing it, moving the toothpaste for easy access, she tells me they have little tools for such things. Here I am pressing it out like a pie crust. I don't have the heart to tell her I wont buy one cause I am afraid it will become a flying missile when she squeezes the middle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So.. Life and marriage.. Its about compromise... And.. I wish.. Just once... The toothpaste was not mangled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there you go, my thoughts for Wednesday, rightfully called &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"HUMP day".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take that meaning any way you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114304584082214025?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114304584082214025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114304584082214025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114304584082214025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114304584082214025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/wishful-wednesday.html' title='Wishful Wednesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114295957389278164</id><published>2006-03-21T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T08:46:13.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Well.. The second day into the week and after putting in a 10 hour day yesterday I am a bit tired this morning. However, having said that this is one job I do truly love and don't mind being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I prepared to shower this morning, I discovered a few more bruises that I have not seen before. At this point in time when I am naked I think I could easily be mistaken for a dalmatian between the dark shades of bruises and this white body, yep... I could easily be a dalmatian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets chat about poker, for a second. Seems that Tina has found something she really likes. Now me, I can play the xbox till the cows come home, and I never get bored. I play everything from NFL football to Fable. Anyway she is not so much into the xbox. There are a few games she loves, like Balders Gate and Balders Gate 2 but really that is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have taken to watching celebrity poker on TV lately and of course they always have ads for online poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we finally downloaded a site, poker stars maybe.. I don't really know, anyway when you sit down at a table it gives you a body. Yep you become a person at a table, it really does not care what gender you are. It assigns you a body regardless. Now the poker game I like is paradise poker and while you don't get to see yourself you do get to order drinks and food when you fold. So I spend more time ordering a beer or chocolate covered strawberries then I do actually playing Texas hold'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I digress.. Tina has found that she loves it. Now keep in mind, we are using only play money. Neither of us are really fond of losing our real money to some joker in Ohio who is sitting in is boxer shorts, wife beater shirt and scratching his.... chin. So its just play money for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina's dad and brother both play this site as well and in order for her to get where she can play with them she has to make over 2000 play money dollars. Well, she has only been on this web site less then a week and she is already at 2500. You start with 1000 dollars, play money.&lt;br /&gt;(don't want people to think we are real rich here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its easy to say she has found something she really likes. The only issue I seem to have is that I now lose my wife to the computer every night where as before I would lose her to the TV watching reality shows or even world poker challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. What does this all mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now she can go and play Texas hold'em with her family and if she is lucky which ever seat she sits at, she could end up a foxy red head women or a bald old man. Its the luck of the draw I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114295957389278164?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114295957389278164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114295957389278164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114295957389278164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114295957389278164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought-tuesday.html' title='Thought Tuesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114261538146436129</id><published>2006-03-17T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T09:09:47.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>Well its been a whirlwind week and now I can honestly say TGIF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing major going on this week just am tired and know that it will only get worse before better with our training schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to say I am looking forward to softball starting in April. That will really change things up for me. Two nights a week doing that, then racquetball one night a week and cycling the rest will make the training seem easier to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those that trains better when I do different things, I get too bored otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode the bike in today and it was nice till I got near the office. Having rained the night before it all came up as I was behind cars. It's ok but when you need to see, you don't have the windshield wiper there to help you out. That parts stinks. So.. I saw the road through muddy rain. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend should be nice, suppose to be in the mid-50s and I have to say its about time. Will be out on the non-motorized bike this weekend. Perhaps I will even share the stories of in a segment called "what I found on the road" yeah it can be gross and sometimes fun. Shall have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I will leave it at just that and get some other things done today that need to be completed before I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you that read, enjoy the day and the weekend and I will check back on on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114261538146436129?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114261538146436129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114261538146436129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114261538146436129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114261538146436129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114243587521021038</id><published>2006-03-15T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T07:17:55.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Day Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Today I will spend half the day at home with Emily and then the changing of the guard happens at noon when Tina comes home to take the afternoon shift of staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home yesterday and I guess, Emily was running to meet Tina and twisted her ankle, but good. The right side of it is the size of a softball and she is having major issues walking on it. My guess is this afternoon Tina will try and get her in to have it looked at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how creative Emily is though, since neither Tina nor I have crutches, Emily found that she could crawl around the house just as well as ask me to carry her room to room. So we came out this morning and there she is crawling down the hall back to her bedroom. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is unhappy, this might mean she has to miss basketball practice tomorrow and maybe even the game on Sat, the last game of the year. So we have our fingers crossed for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, nothing to report. Just going to enjoy my quiet morning and heck I am not even going to remote in and do work from home. I am taking the morning off. darn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114243587521021038?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114243587521021038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114243587521021038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114243587521021038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114243587521021038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/half-day-wednesday.html' title='Half Day Wednesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114235399824277768</id><published>2006-03-14T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T08:47:55.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hmmm" Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to decide how to approach this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EX- GIRLFRIENDS!!!!! Heck even EX-BOYFRIENDS (for those who don't have the other.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel about them? Well.. Here is the thing, if you are the "breaker up" then you're in the clear. If you're the "broken" then does it mean that you need to stalk your ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so when does the statue of limitations run out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I guess is what I really want to know. At what time frame do you know you will never get back together and you should just walk away? A week, a month, a year even, or better yet 6 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina's ex... Who we lovingly call "The Devil" cause she only contacts Tina on a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;Send Tina a very long email, very long I guess and talked about how she gave up a good thing and that they should be back together and then, went on to talk about all the things that were wrong in their relationship and how Tina had done this and that and how it was all Tina's fault and then closed the email saying that she hoped we were doing well but if not she is waiting for Tina to come back to her.&lt;br /&gt;(lets think about this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been? Good question....&lt;br /&gt;6 years in May. So is the statue of limitations off? Isn't 6 years long enough.&lt;br /&gt;Well we can always handle emails, we get one about once a year asking for Tina back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..... she freaked Tina out good, she sent her a dozen long stem red roses.. At her place of work. (Note here, Tina has never told her where she is working).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina was freaked out enough, not to tell me about it, (afraid the southern side of me would be angry beyond words.) and she changed how she left the office to get to her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did she do with the flowers you ask, well she took them to the cancer ward and left them there. She didn't want them. At all... (yes I know she loves me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as we were settling into bed, Tina told me all off this. We don't have secrets, she was just worried I would be extremely angry. Well.. She was/is right. I am a bit angry but not at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years.. Isn't that some clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question that Tina asked me... What would I do? Respond to the email, or just ignore it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My standing line was to pretend you were some guy and respond saying you don't know this Tina person and that you live in Ohio, are a bull wrangler and that you think she needs a real man to show her the ways of the world... (yeah this is what Tina was afraid I would respond like. However I don't have her email address so this ex is safe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I about all of this... I am ok, I know Tina loves me. Don't doubt that in the least, just know she is a bit scared as well. We have never had good luck with our ex's..&lt;br /&gt;Mine.. She was a bit bent out of shape that I chose Tina over her and all that, so for about 3 months she kept calling or emailing me. Then... She caught a clue and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really moved on, she now is married to a man and move to NC and lives about 40 minutes away from my folks. Yeah lets just say we don't have luck with ex girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part of this all.. Is that when we use to get notes from our ex's it was always about the same time. About a week apart, if not days apart. That was what was so strange. Had to be the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So .. I am ok, worried about Tina, and know she is upset with this all. But other then that, I don't feel jealous except for the fact that I didn't do the flowers, but.. Tina is with me, she is happy and we have a good life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respond or ignore her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114235399824277768?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114235399824277768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114235399824277768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114235399824277768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114235399824277768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmmm-tuesday.html' title='&quot;Hmmm&quot; Tuesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114226793711171715</id><published>2006-03-13T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T08:38:58.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable Monday</title><content type='html'>Well what can I say, I had a really good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not cycle on Sunday, that seemed to help me a great deal. Too much and you can get burned out.&lt;br /&gt;Emily had a basketball game and her dad came to watch, giving Tina and I a few free hours to ourselves. So we went and had lunch and just chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always amazes me that we lived together five years and I still love going out and just doing a date kind of thing. I would love more but have learned that sometimes the few and in between make it that much more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her her anniversary present early.&lt;br /&gt;Seems that I can never wait to give her presents. When I have the resolve to wait till the actual day, she always looks at me with those big blue eyes and asks what I got her, and I, of course, can never say no to her, go and get the present.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes if I am really feeling like giving her a challenge I wont tell her nor give it to her, but she just continues on, asking and using those big blue eyes to get her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... I have yet to actually hold out till the day. (no comments here, I know I am a sucker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So present one Friday night, I did manage to do this right and get her the perfume that she had wanted. She in turn gave me a license plate cover I had been wanting for the motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may not think this is a big deal but trust me it is way big. I looked for the first month, looking for a plain license plate cover for the bike. Something without the words of where I bought the bike. Really didn't want flames on it or some strange Harley logo. (Ninja bike is not Harley). I also didn't want to pay $20 for a bike plate that I really didn't like. That just is so not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found one and had it ordered for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets get a little back story here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we ran off to get married, Tina plotted the course to our time share. Well she thought it would be a good course and so off we went to take a 3 1/2 hour drive to our time share, to get up the next morning and get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 3 1/2 hour trip was not 3 1/2 hours. It was ALL back roads, so we never got above 45 miles an hour and it took us through these roads that... Lets just say you didn't want to break down. So.. This trip took us about 6 hours to complete. Mind you on the way we discovered, the three of us could almost do the entire movie of "Finding Nemo". Each of us remembering our favorite part. Needless to say we had a blast on the 6 hour drive but.. Still... It was an adventure. I think at one point I asked Tina if we were lost and she said no, we were on an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since then, the three of us have had many adventures whether it be by foot or by car we have never been lost but have had a few strange adventures..&lt;br /&gt;So for Tina's birthday last year, I got her a license plate cover that says...&lt;br /&gt;"We're not lost, we're on an adventure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the license plate cover she got me... for the bike...&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not lost, I'm escaping."&lt;br /&gt;Could not be more fitting then that...&lt;br /&gt;I love it! Makes me chuckle every time I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Saturady rolled around and I gave her a charm for her necklace. This time, two dolphins instead of one. one white gold the other yellow gold. Looks beautiful on her neck and she says she loves it.&lt;br /&gt;The second gift from her to me, a IPOD nano.. So now I can rock out when ever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the actual day of our anniversary, we had a lovely day, cycling, watching TV and just being lazy. There is always something to be said for being lazy on Sunday. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is it, a nice and quiet weekend for us.&lt;br /&gt;Time to start a new workk week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114226793711171715?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114226793711171715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114226793711171715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114226793711171715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114226793711171715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/memorable-monday.html' title='Memorable Monday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114200765782661883</id><published>2006-03-10T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T08:23:54.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Friday</title><content type='html'>Well it is finally Friday, what can I say besides. YES about darn time it got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed in certain areas around the condo last night and if I were to bet we were only missed by about 100 feet if even that. Sucks but what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday means that its jeans day at work, so getting ready in the morning is no big deal, means that I will try and sneak out with the rest of the company about 445 and know that I will sit in traffic an extra 30 minutes cause everyone in the greater Seattle area had the same idea that I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, nothing planned for the weekend. However.... It is a huge day in my life on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago when Portland allowed Gays and Lesbians to get married, Tina, Emily and I took a couple days off and ran away to get married. Now mind you its not like what your thinking. We stood in line with dozens of other couples, some really cute together, some made you giggle and some just made us smile. There was a beautiful couple behind up in these dresses that were ... Just short of amazing, different shades of oranges and such. Wow they were beautiful. Tina and I chose to wear blues (this will be important later). Anyway, we could not alter the wedding paper, so Tina is the man in the family ... It was a long and hard talk about who was going to put there name there. hehe.. Guess it means she wears the pants in the family??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you get the paper and then you have to find someone to marry you. So off we went to this Portland night club that had opened its doors to all of us. So you had every religion showing there. You signed in and chose your religion. Since Tina is not big into religion, I did the chose one that I thought would work.&lt;br /&gt;So then we had to wait. Like waiting in a doctors office. You have all these couples around you sitting there, waiting for your names to be called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple that was behind us at the court house was once again behind us. We needed witnesses to sign for us and well.. Tina and I looked around and felt they were the best for us. So the four of us signed the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a picture of the four of us, I am sure in their camera and it must be a sight. Blue on one side and orange on the other. These ladies, were wonderful. They would later send us a photo of themselves to us, which Emily put up on her wall immediately. They were just really sweet people. Forever they will remain some part connected to us, whether we ever talk to them or not, just due to the fact that they were there, and stood by us at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I leaving out, how about the fact that when I looked into Tina's eyes and we repeated our vows, I didn't cry. (my marriage to a man, I balled like a baby) but with Tina, it felt right. When I kissed her, that was it. I knew I had found home. Emily joined us in a group hug and they were balling. Emily said it was the happiest day of her life. (Out of the mouths of children.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and called our folks who.. Might I add were mad at us for not telling them we were... Running off to get married. How do they feel besides that... They love Tina like a daughter, Emily like a granddaughter. Spoiling them accurately.&lt;br /&gt;They were only disappointed that they could not have been a part of it but were happy we did what we felt was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, Portland sent back out check and said the marriage certificate was not valid, but we have it framed on our book shelve for all to see, you know just cause its a piece of paper, does not mean it didn't happen and I am thankful and very blessed every March 12th, that Tina wanted to marry ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114200765782661883?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114200765782661883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114200765782661883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114200765782661883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114200765782661883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/fast-friday.html' title='Fast Friday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114192284157186942</id><published>2006-03-09T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T08:47:21.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ponder This" Thursday</title><content type='html'>Well.. Almost the weekend..&lt;br /&gt;Can I hear a "oh yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I thought, empty room. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone looked into this online poker.. It can be addicting, almost as much as blogging can be but not as bad.  I look at all these people playing with real money and can only shake my head. I am having enough issues using the fake money and losing it. That sucks. How can these people put real money down and not feel bad about the fact that 10 dollars could have bought over a 5 boxes of Little Debbies? Just makes me shake my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the NFL, they could not come to an agreement on how much money a team should have. Now how is that possible. So now a team can spend up to 102 million dollars to support a team of 54 players. Now can we say.. Wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, all this fuss over a mere 7.2 million dollar difference. Now it does make a difference to some teams who were cutting people left and right to meet the numbers 94.8 million dollar limit that was in place last week. What teams now will be able to do with that extra 7.2, should prove to be great. Get one extra man for a mere cool 7.2 million?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough ranting,... Snowing here today, rain yesterday two days ago, sun shine. Darn weather pattern, just can not make up its mind, makes you just shake your head.  Maybe since there is no weather pattern, we could get a heat wave in the next week, now wouldn't that be interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough rambling... Enjoy your day, smile and giggle, always makes people wonder what your up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114192284157186942?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114192284157186942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114192284157186942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114192284157186942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114192284157186942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/ponder-this-thursday.html' title='&quot;Ponder This&quot; Thursday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114183829924591580</id><published>2006-03-08T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:18:19.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WET Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Well its another wonderful day in soggy Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we say, we all have webbed feet and walk a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me its always amazing how the weather changes here. Over the weekend it was in the mid 50's and so nice. Baby blue sky with limited clouds, but this morning, 38 degrees with a chance of snow mixed tomorrow. Darn that ground hog for being right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for the nicer weather, to be out on either of the bikes enjoying the green that comes after all that rain.That is the one thing about this state, it so green here. Wow.. Just can not put into words how beautiful it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I grew up in North Carolina, yeah I am an East coast kid, south to those here in WA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it, well as an adult I love it, as a kid I hated it. We were in what I like to refer to as "redneck land". Now I say that lovingly cause.. Well there are things to be said about rednecks. They are always helpful if your from around there, and always willing to make new friends. Just depends on you as to what kind of friends you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redneck part only happened more after I left then when I was there. My folks live on the top of a small hill and at the time I lived there it was a Christmas tree farm below us. When I left, they got bought out and turned into a dirt race car track. So as you know, sound travels up, so around dinner time at my folks, you got the American anthem first before dinner, (consider it the lords prayer for rednecks). If you wanted to chat with each other, you had to go behind the house and use it as a buffer to get the words out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the one time perhaps my folks let me yell in the house, just so they could hear "pass the pea please" boy I wish I could have done that as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My folks love it there. But they always read racing season, which I guess is 10 months out of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I will take living in Washington, enjoying the rain and knowing that I dont have to yell to have the peas passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114183829924591580?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114183829924591580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114183829924591580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114183829924591580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114183829924591580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/wet-wednesday.html' title='WET Wednesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114174967542711860</id><published>2006-03-07T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T08:41:37.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have a reason for the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night a co-worker and I were playing racquetball and my face got in the way of the ball. Yep, I got hit good. Now its not bleeding nor did we have any such things but man that brought tears to my eyes and I was on the floor trying to make sure my brain was not punctured. It was funny. I was laughing so much, it was hard to concentrate to make sure nothing was too damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its a little tender this morning, so I wont be blowing my nose any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;(no i dont have raccoon eyes, thank goodness and the swelling in the nose, only i seem to notice so its all good. nothing bad at all. no one has to know!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training is going well. We are on week 10 I think of our training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this entailed, well let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All work week long, we both are on the bike. Now its no more then 30 minutes but we are hitting about 10 miles in 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we try and take a day off in the week, and perhaps Fridays as well. I tend to change up a little in the week and add a little racquetball to the mix, or out playing flag football when we were doing that, but now.. Its the quiet before softball season. Then the weekend is upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our training is indoors and you will always get better results on the indoor trainer then outside. Just something to keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying with the weekend looking nice, to get out on the bike. Now I am not doing lots of miles about 20 if even that much but still I am out, and its all physical and such, so its a work out right now.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday I try to get on the bike indoors, and do about 2 hours or how ever long the movie is I am watching. Yap you can cycle and watch Mission Impossible 2 if you want. Thank goodness for DVD drives on computers that is all I have to say. That and thank goodness Tina likes to collect movies or I would have nothing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Tina's training schedule is a bit different then mine. She trains the same during the week, but weekends she is all about the indoors. She will do Sat and Sun the same, 2 hours each day of course watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;She does not like the cold and therefore I can not even pay her to get out of the house at this point in the training. Another month maybe but right now, heck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be fun and interesting in the next month, April is always fun for us. Sunday softball so I cycle to the softball area, and then Tina will meet me there and go cycling during or after my game. So I can drive home. Let me tell you that is the best work out, cycling then running around for 3 hours, wow, talk about wear a women out. Sometimes we change it up and I cycle home, just depends on if Tina wants to get up early on those days or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Right now week 10 is under way, and tonight, yep 10 miles is scheduled for me. See if I can do it in under 30 minutes will be tonight's challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I sign off, something for everyone to consider....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you throw a cat out of a car window, is it called CAT LITTER?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114174967542711860?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114174967542711860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114174967542711860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114174967542711860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114174967542711860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/tender-tuesday.html' title='Tender Tuesday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114166412159120761</id><published>2006-03-06T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T13:09:01.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mischievous Monday</title><content type='html'>Sounds like a good title to me. Not sure what kind of trouble I can either start or get into at work but the day is still very young, so give me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend adventures in our house are always fun, and this weekend was no exception to the rule. Emily (how is 10, and a shop-a-holic) needed a "formal" dress for the cruise she is taking with her father later this month. So this leads to the much dreaded trip to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to shop, this kid, I would put her up against the best shoppers in the world and I am sure she would win, hands down. She is cute and loves it, and you know... All you can do.. Is just shake your head. Got to love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently her thing is with sequences.. No I am not so sure I know what the deal is with that but.. Still... She loves them. So every thing she found, had to have sequences included somewhere on the outfit. Shoes or a Shaw, they had to be on it. The only thing she could say was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will match my purse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how can you argue with that logic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrival time to the mall, 1125am, exit time from the shopping scene, about 530pm. Food along the way because I would never have survived and... Yes! Success in the dress department but no sequences, Glitter instead. Needless to say both Tina and Emily reflected well the rest of the night. A successful trip but one that might feet will never forgive me for, as for the matching shoes, those two are on their own. I can not do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did manage to cycle this weekend, and might I say I was feeling good. I did a nice little route of 16 miles, on my favorite road called.."Tiger Mountain Road". Yep its all mountain, there is no hiding from it. Starts at a gentle 10% angle and at one point moves to a 87% angle. Makes you get off the seat and try to make the bike move faster then you would walk up the hill. That is always a challenge. But.. For me.. The feeling of getting to the top, feeling your legs finally let out a breath of relief, and the wind on your face as you rest and the bike carries you down, makes that climb all worth it. My max speed up that hill was maybe... 10 mphs, and the 87% about 5 mph, but coming down the back side of the hill.. The average speed was 44 mphs. I do love coming down those hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That to me, makes the ugly climb beautiful. For that is my only reason for doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a drawing on my desk that really is me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hill slug.. Takes me forever to get up to the top but I am a rocket coming down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it sometimes, you might like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114166412159120761?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114166412159120761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114166412159120761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114166412159120761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114166412159120761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/mischievous-monday.html' title='Mischievous Monday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114140410364421139</id><published>2006-03-03T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T08:41:43.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Friday</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am just a bit chilly this morning but I have a justified reason. I rode my motorcycle in this morning. (Yes this one has a motor on it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the normal temperature in down town Seattle was stated at 38 degrees. But where we are, well let's just say that is a bit warmer. When I did finally reach a point to see the temp, I just laughed. 32, not too bad. Just cold enough to remind you, you can not fall asleep riding a bike. It's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... When it's that cold, only one thing helps, the fact that there is not a cloud in the sky and it's so blue out you know this afternoon is going to be hot. Ok so 50 degrees is not hot but since we have another 3 weeks of winter due to some ground hog on the other side of the US, 50 is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is I guess a location near here that uses a Frog much as the Eastern states use a ground hog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to meet the man that decided to 1. Let an animal tell us that we are in for more winter 2. Why when it's sunny and he sees his shadow, we get more winter, when logic to me, says that it's sunny and we should get nice weather. 3. The name, wow... I have to go and look up. 4. How do we know that is the same ground hog from last year or for that matter 10 years ago? I bet it's an imposter and no one wants to tell the world. 5. and of course, how the heck is that darn animal always right when our daily weather men/women have a hard time trying to get one out of 365 days right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this afternoon, I will be driving the bike home in the warmth of 50 degrees, with the sun blinding me, because I didn't bring my glasses. (* little known fact... Washington people spend more money on sun glasses then any other state but less on umbrellas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the weekend is almost here, few more hours and it's all over baby. Yeah can you tell I live for my Fridays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114140410364421139?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114140410364421139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114140410364421139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114140410364421139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114140410364421139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/frozen-friday.html' title='Frozen Friday'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114131801611911641</id><published>2006-03-02T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:29:40.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One True Thing</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this will now be the second blog of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressive if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First comment already and I just want to say thanks for making me feel welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have edited my first blog twice now, once to removed a statement I made that lead to a very long and interesting conversation with my wife, and one to take out the word psycho from my title. Decided I don't need people thinking I have the stalker quality to me, nor do I need them to think that I need some kind of mental help. (granted, my cycling long distances has my parents really questioning my sanity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not much of a political person nor am I much into not saying what I mean. The long and interesting conversation with my wife was in regards to the words "my choice". Now taken on the normal sense, it means you chose not to do drugs or such. You chose to buy a Ford not a Honda. You chose to eat your steak well done and not raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the gay community, "my choice", is a whole different ball of wax. That is the argument. Churches say its a choice and there fore we can be changed cause its a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are gay, lesbian and bi-sexual, its a way of life. Born that way, will die that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can go on to debate this, both sides and such. But I wont, don't need to start a feud with anyone nor do I wish to have a lengthy blog talking about who is right and wrong. We are all entitled to our opinions. Except... Well I wont go there.. All I will say is the man that lives in that White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was married to a man for 5 years, not all that bad but not all that earth shattering either. He was a good man, and more then likely still is but since he was some what of a jerk in the ending of the marriage, I will just refer to him being nice in the past tense.&lt;br /&gt;Now I was the bad guy(women in this case) cheated on him with a women, moved out and then moved on. Divorce followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady that led me astray, went back to men, but me, I knew that I was a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one thing happened that proved me right. I met the most wonderful, caring, compassionate, generous, sexy, beautiful and strong women I have ever had the honor, delight and pleasure of meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife. ( I can say that since we skipped town and got married when Portland was allowing such things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between her and her daughter, I doubt in my life I have ever laughed, smiled, or choked on soda, food or air, so much in my life. The joy that loving someone so complete brings tears to my eyes all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is where I just throw up the one question for those of the doubter of gay lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;How can God be so mad at people for loving others. How can it be wrong to be with someone that makes you laugh till you cry and make soda come out your nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that gets me every day, is that the love I feel for her, is something that I have never felt in my life. I can say without a shadow of a doubt, I love her more every day. She is the balance in my life that I always craved, desired and never thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;That one lucky day on the internet, will forever be the greatest moment of my life. And if that is wrong, then I don't want to know the God you speak of, I just want to know the love I have found, that cherishes me from dawn to dusk, is the one true thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough seriousness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Tina with all my heart, and now the world knows it to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23250561-114131801611911641?l=lbspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114131801611911641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23250561&amp;postID=114131801611911641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114131801611911641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23250561/posts/default/114131801611911641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbspaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-true-thing.html' title='One True Thing'/><author><name>Spaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263177163037594903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23250561.post-114126036883357154</id><published>2006-03-01T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:45:45.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets start at the beginning</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I got into this purely by mistake. Friends, I tell you, they can lead you astray when you least expect it. The only good that comes of this however is that you can later blame them for your addiction.&lt;br /&gt;I am what I would call a "virgin" blogger.&lt;br /&gt;A close friend has a blog and I pushed till I got the web address and then.. Well. One thing led to another and look what happened. Less then 48 hours later, I, now, have started my own blog and worried about what I shall blog about tomorrow and the day after. I do know that I shall be taking the weekend off and you can not make me write and I'd like to see you try.&lt;br /&gt;What about me, the truth, lets see if you can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;I am a 30- something women, living in Seattle, WA but am a die hard Carolina Panther fan, play with computers during the day, but should you call me a computer geek, I can not promise you will be able to walk without a limp for days.&lt;br /&gt;I am a lesbian. Seems to work for me and well my friends think that it fits me, that I am a better person for it. Personally I don't have the heart to tell them that I am better for it cause of the women that makes her home with me. But... I will let them think what they want.&lt;br /&gt;I have served my country for 2 years active in the Navy and then 6 years of reserve duty.&lt;br /&gt;I have played professional baseball and am in the Baseball Hall of Fame, as well as tried out for women's pro football. Let me input here, I am only 5'4 so you can image that I was a little running back that ran when she saw women looking to sit on me(tackle me is what they call it).&lt;br /&gt;One of my many passions is cycling. Not the motor on the bike kind of cycling but cycling, using the good old legs you were born with.&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I did the STP (Seattle to Portland, for those not here in the Pacific NW) and its about 200 miles. My greatest achievement of all time, is that I completed those 200 miles in one day, 14 hours on that seat, I discovered I could do anything, thus is why I played pro baseball and such.&lt;br /&gt;My current life involves once more training for the STP, this time with my partner of 5 years Tina. This year could be interesting. We are currently on week 8 of our training schedule, and let me tell you its a task.&lt;br /&gt;More, I am sure on the task of training for a 200 mile bike ride. Now before anyone asks why did I do it the first time and didn't I learn my lesson, the answer is yes.&lt;br /&gt;I learned something about myself that has become something of a staple in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each little personal success in life can only be enhanced by another personal success.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I have achieved great things in my life but I will always want to prove that no matter the achievements and failures in my life the best successes are the ones that I do by myself and for myself. I have done things in this life that would make my mother blush, my father grin and my brother look at me ask why didn't he think of it and all I can say is that...&lt;br /&gt;I did it cause I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough today, rambled on and bored you. 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