Vaseline, Foxes and Ballz

The things I say, that I wish I hadn't,
that I can blame cycling for....

There was a woman in the lunch room who was trying to get a ring off her swollen finger. Apparently she hurt her hand over the weekend and the swelling jacked her ring finger up. Another woman was helping her by using some soapy water to try to get the ring to slide off. As I'm filling my water bottle up I say "I have some Vaseline if you think that might help it". "No thanks" they reply. Then our I.T. guy who was eating lunch says "why do you have Vaseline at work??" To which I say "Well, it's not at my desk or anything, it's out in my car!". "OK, why the hell do you have Vaseline in your car???" At this time I regretted mentioning the friggin' lube at all, I muttered something about never knowing when you might need lubrication and scurried like a rat out of the lunch room.

There was no way I was getting into how in a pinch I sometimes used Vaseline as chamois lube. I mean I really doubt the dude wanted to hear about me lubing up my ass while he was eating his lunch and I'm 100% certain that those two women did not want hear that I just offered up some of my personal taint lube to put on her finger.

In my defense I was just trying to help. Once again I put my foot in my mouth. This time I'm blaming cycling and my love of chap ass inducing long rides on this oral/podiatrical mistake. (Yeah, thats' right, I made up the work "podiatrical".

Here's some pics of the Mexican Creamsicle
That IS my Dos Niner Version 2.0...

Doesn't look like my Big Bear recon is going to happen tomorrow. Severe storms are expected. Not worth the drive. I don't know if I'll even be able to squeeze in a road ride. DRAT! Oh well, I guess there will enough time next week to learn the "good lines" on the course.

Of course you know this is/was Turkey Ball Friday. Ballz mixed, baked, eaten etc. Yum-ephing-ohhhhh. Not sure what it is about the ballz, but I can almost guarantee I'll be up at about 4 a.m. to cut some weight. Yep, for some reason the ballz cause a nocturnal dump. Weird.

Went to the chiropractor today. Back has been feeling 99.5%. Not sure whether I'll keep going or not. I dig what the c-practor can do, but I always walk out feeling like I just got suckered into buying something off of the Home Shopping Network or an infomercial. I'm always freaked out by how hard they work at "selling" you the treatment. I just want to say "dude, I buy it!! Just fix my back man!". We'll see if I go back.

My neighbors just lit up a chimania on their deck. It smells like my house is on fire and I can hardly breath. Time to stop. Drop, and Roll on out of here. Holy crap!!!!

Later.