Checker Flannel Frog Shirt.

For those of you who don't recall, I work out in a very rural area.

There's this guy that comes into the store every day or two and he's always wearing the same thing.

A checkered flannel frog shirt.

The picture I've attached isn't it. There's no image I could find on the Internet that would do it justice.

I'm not sure if the shirt is store-bought or homemade, but it's an eye-catcher to say the least.

Just so you know, this isn't some 20-something hipster being all cool and ironic. This is a 60 year-old guy with faded jeans, black cowboy boots, and a folded up Buck knife on his belt. There's nothing ironic about it.

I'm tempted to ask him about it - but he is carrying a knife, after all.

If he thinks I'm making fun of him, the next thing I know the "clean-up in the Dairy Aisle" is me.

Later.

I Feel:

- That running with a cold turns my nose into a snot faucet and enables me to hock loogies of gargantuan size.

- That I should have warned you not to be eating lunch before making that previous statement.

- That the most thankless job in any household is being the guy who always changes the empty toilet paper rolls. That's how chaos starts, people.

- That Lululemon capri tights and Nike Free shoes should be standard requirement, clothing wise, for women at my gym.

- That it worries me when I make a sly double-entendre joke to my wife, and my 10 year old goes "I understood that, Dad - you're gross."

- That with Tornadoes in Oklahoma, Floods in Alberta, and all the other nasty shit that's going on in the world,  I figure I better start going to a couple different churches.  Maybe Buddhist and Anglican, with the odd mosque visit thrown in. Seems like shit's getting biblical out there, and I'd like to hedge my bets.

- That on certain days, I think the decision to cut back to only 5 travel mugs of coffee a day was unwise.

Later.

Status Update.

I am currently:

1. Enjoying a coffee. (Yes, I know it's 9:30 at night, but caffeine is my friend and can be trusted.)
2. Decompressing after watching Game 3 of the Stanley Cup Finals. As shocking as it is, I'm cheering for Chicago -mainly because my team never made the playoffs and I can't fucking stand the Boston Bruins.
3. Listening to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Sweet, auditory goodness. I suggest you give them a listen. (The video I linked contains boobs, so depending on your workplace, you may not want to watch it or you may want to have everyone gather around - it's your call.)
4. Recovering from my lunchtime run. I'm on a quest to do 150 miles in the month of June. It's 5 miles a day, which I either spread out over morning/lunch runs, or rest a day and do 10 or more the next run. So far, so good - and my Half-Marathon training starts July 1st, so I'll have a good foundation to build on.
5. Congested as fuck. After hanging with my oldest son's class on a field trip on Friday (which entailed a  3.5 hour school-bus ride each way) I became afflicted with some sort of bug. The only times I don't feel like my head is full of cement is in the shower or on a run. Thank God for Neo Citran.

Now that you're all up to speed, maybe I can find the time to update this place a bit more often - four months between posts is a little long....






Later.