I'm Your Daddy
Because hacking up lung butter for a week is just NOT enough!
Spent the day yesterday Christmas shopping AND suffering from intestinal ISSUE of the porcelain thrown squatting persuasion. The two sort of go hand in hand for me. It's not that I don't love buying friends and family stuff. I actually really dig it. I hate the pressure. "What if they bought them that? Did I spend enough? Is this cheezy? Will they like it? He'll never watch this, why am I buying it??" All that stuff.
If it were up to to me, I would say NO CHRISTMAS GIFTS! BUT I will randomly gift you during the year. BUT it's not, so I, like many last minute people with heads firmly stuck up their asses and not realizing Christmas is in like a few days, wen out shopping and clenching my buttocks to prevent the tail end of the current "ick" that my unit (Wifey, B-Man and I) are dealing with.
Anyway I got it all done, felt good about most of it, and am looking forward to spending some time with my unit and my extended unit this week. I am making a promise to myself just to ENJOY it. Let shit roll of my back and embrace the season enough for 48 hours to not put my head in a microwave. (see the point of that being that I really could not cause my head any harm, but the THREAT that I could melt my well gelled hair and cranium down is sufficiently over dramatic to prove a "look how miserable I am" way. Get it?
Well, the "ick", holiday shopping and intestinal distress be damned, I had room for more shit yesterday!...
My $1,300 tooth was feeling all jacked up, and I looked at it and saw that it was moving near the gum. WTF??? PANIC!!! Did I just spend $1,300 on ONE tooth to have it fall out?? OMG! 20 hours of panic later, it was just the temporay crown. Dear Lord, they REALLY should explain shit to you. I mean how did I know that under that thing that LOOKED like a real tooth was a metal post that isn't going anywhere soon. Damn! So a sleepless night, thoughts of burning 1,300 dollar bills and 2 bags under my eyes later, a new crown is on, and all is good, in a mush mouth sort of way. BUTTTTT it is fixed and I can get back to my somewhat normal self.
Even with the crown (I can call it that now that I know that's what it was) flapping in the wind, I climbed on the trainer for an hour of nut dropper hill climbs, Weezer and Motorhead. It felt goood. Felt even better to think about Southern Cross coming up. Felt even better to get a little package of NUE swag in the mail...
Nice to get recognized for dragging my limping, bonked ass through 401 miles of hundies this year, and to earn the most expensive wind jacket ever made. Kenda and Ergon also through some swag in the pot too. Although the Kenda tires were 26ers. I guess I will give them to the last 26" wheeled person I know, who I won't mention by name. OK, it's Brad.
Not sure I have 401 miles of NUE in me in 2010, but I got a lot of mile in the back of mind. Can't wait!
I love the fact that if you give a kindergartner who is learning to write, access to electrical tape and a Sharpie Maker you end up with cool, sweet, amazing and surreal messages all over the house.
Time to go, I'm allowed to eat now, and B. should be home from learning how to shred guitar any minute now.
5 + 15 = 20. Not to be confused with 2 + 2 =5.
P.S. I went back to the drawing board on some jersey ideas for XXC. Thoughts... I had a complete black/silver, but then Aaron suggested adding some red. I think he might be right.