OK the Cartoon Toe is healing. The Dog is almost completely healed. Hopefully that’s the end of the crap. A Boxer came up to my house tonight. He had a collar and was really sweet. I called the number but no answer. I figured he lived locally so I hooked him up and started walking towards where he came from. Then my cell rang and it was his Dad. Yeah, I got your dog and I’m walking up Toyon, where are you? I live on Toyon, so I kept going and out comes Rasta Boy. I love freaks like him, but it must be a trip for them. I’m at least as old as their Mothers, but I’m just a headbanger.
Here’s your dog dude, he’s a cool dog.
Yeah, thanks, I gotta fix this fence.
Yeah, you do, he don’t know to stay out of the street. I just hope someone would do the same for me if my guy got out, have a good one.
I’m off to Mendocino for the weekend. The Blonde called and was ticked that there were Reindeer Games and she wasn’t invited. Like your family would let you play with the likes of us? We have:
2002 Rombauer Reserve Zin
2003 Rombauer Zin
Rombauer Zin Port
2003 Keenan Zin
2003 Unti Zin
La Storia Cuvee 32
2000 Freemark Abbey Bosche Cab
1999 Freemark Abbey Sycamore Cab
1998 Clo du Val Vineyard George III Cab
The ladies like their red wine. This should get ugly quick. Those are some fine vintages though. Lots of stuff way in the 90’s.
Every now and again, I get a cartoon toe. This is where an ingrown toenail gets so far out of control that it resembles something from a Ren and Stimpy episode. Appropriate cartoon music should accompany the cartoon toe. I had this one cut out yesterday. It’s always like the lion that has the thorn pulled from it’s paw. As much as it hurts, you love your Podiatrist.
They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother
SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
I’m talkin’ ’bout Shaft.
THEN WE CAN DIG IT!
Oh yeah, who’s a bad mother? That would be me. APA meet yesterday in Sacramento. I opened with 195 since I’d been doing that for reps in the gym. Not a problem. Then comes the second lift. I’d done 205 in the gym a couple of times too. Punched that up no problem. I’d never ever done 210 in my life. So I put down 210 for my third lift and punched that up too. I missed my fourth lift at 215 but it was a good day all in all.
Newt Gingrich is afraid that the GOP is going to have a rough go of it in November. Ya think? Let’s see, what could it be?
$3 per gallon?
$400 heating bills?
Babs $30k “donation” to Katrina victims earmarked to purchase her idiot son’s software?
Kevlar vests that can’t find their way to Iraq?
Crappy international policy?
Sweetheart deals for Halliburton?
Soldiers making $30k while contractors make $300k for doing the same freaking job?
Uh, the 16 words that had nothing to do with fact? hint =State of the Union address WMD’s
Church becoming State?
What’s the difference between the Christian Right and the Muslim Fundamentalists? Uh, nothing.
I’ve got a meet next Saturday. Tomorrow will be my last weightlifting session before the meet. Then all cardio and possibly some yoga up until meet day. I’m certain I can press 205, maybe more. This is going to be good.
Here’s this week’s offering:
Oatmeal with cottage cheese
Ricotta and berries with almonds
Dirty rice (turkey, chicken andouille sausage, brown rice and a ton of spices)
OR Chicken Caesar.
Apple and String cheese
Ahi, couscous and salad
OR Grilled chicken, brown rice and salad
Chocolate mousse w/protein powder
The woman paid Beauregard’s emergency bill. Unfortunately, Diablo View nickels and dimes you to death. I do like Dr. Schroeder though. The last guy gave him Rimadayl, which you should never prescribe for a Doberman. Never sulfur drugs actually. His tubes are out, but I’m fighting to keep his back drained. His stitches come out on Wednesday. And now a wine review, which I don’t believe I did yet.
Collaboration Pinot Noir. MMMMmmm good. This is brought to us by the same guys that brought us Seven Peaks a few years ago. Michael got me cases of that stuff at $4 per bottle because they were bankrupt. At $16.99 Andronico style for this bad boy, they’re going to go bankrupt again. This is a very good Pinot. A pretty wine is what Fifi would call this one.
I got the big boy a Bite Not collar. It’s a plastic turtleneck that keeps them from going after stitches. He’s doing a little better with it, but he is just straight up depressed. He stands in the living room and bitches at me, he couldn’t sleep last night, and neither could I. Oy.
Note to women who wear perfume, cologne, too much scent in the gym…Don’t.
I had an epic free day yesterday. There was a bit of un-needed stress last week. A neighbor’s housekeeper left their front door open while taking out the trash. The pit bull came running out of the house and attacked my Doberman. The owner pulled up just as it was happening, jumped out of the car and pulled her dog off of Beau. $829 later, Beau is home, resting, but pretty damn cranky about this change. OK the satellite dish sucks and the t-shirt tied in a knot is kind of faggoty. He’s hoping that he doesn’t have to wear Daisy Dukes too.
Waffles and blueberry syrup
Buckhorn’s Chipolte tri tip sandwich with fries and a Dr. Pepper
Key lime bar from Andronicos
Chocolate Bar from TJ’s
Rum raisin ice cream
Baked potato with butter
A lovely Pinot by Collaboration, the folks that brought me Seven Peaks…
A lemon bar
This weeks menu
1. Oatmeal with cottage cheese
2, apple/banana and string cheese
3. dirty rice with chicken sausage and ground turkey or a tortilla with l/f cheese and black beans and salsa
4. 1/2 london broil sandwich
5. fish, pasta and salad
6. ricotta cheese and fruit
Actually the real challenge these days is dealing with an 80 pound Doberman who doesn’t understand that when it’s raining out the back door, it is also raining out the front door and walks are cancelled. It’s been raining since I returned from Rancho Mirage on Sunday. SINCE. I drove into the rain and it just hasn’t stopped. I’m not getting a break at all. I can’t even hit golf balls, there’s no break. The pool is near going over, moss is growing all over outside and I live in sunny California dammit. I really need spring to get here. Beau and me have had it.
My God I’m sick of the rain. I just got back from Palm Springs and the LPGA. Karrie Webb won in sudden death, but I had already left to drive home. I drove into more rain. It has rained ever since I got home last night. My weight is up a little, but not bad considering what the week involved. DW insists on going out every night. He thinks his meds are giving him a belly. It’s his lifestyle. The best meal out was at Ormi & Boni in La Quinta. Unfortunately, Ormi and Boni are getting a divorce and the restaurant is being sold. Too bad. I had Pork prime rib with grilled pears and pineapples. Yum. A mushroom salad, which was grilled mushrooms and pancetta on a hearts of romaine salad and a lovely cheesecake dessert. Ormi is obviously brilliant. Off to the gym for now.