What! No PBE for two days? It’s going to get worse Kittens. The Wine Dog will be heading to Mazatlan a week from tomorrow (January 26) for five days. I’m terrified to be away from my business for five days, but I was given a time share, so it’s only costing me airfare. I’ve requested Capt. Sully to fly the plane. I just don’t think that should be an issue. Yeah, I’m afraid of flying. It’s gotten worse over the years. When I was young and stupid I flew all the time. Now I find myself working out charts and numbers and equations to justify driving. Mazatlan was too far away. I don’t think the lap top is going with me and I don’t think I can blog off of the iPhone so unless I delegate another author, we’ll go silent for a week. Laptop, golf clubs, laptop, golf clubs. If I have to haul something annoying with me, it’s going to be the golf clubs. Jury is still out on that one.
Yesterday I rode with my friend Javier. He’s good for taking me on ridiculous rides and not telling me what he’s getting me into until after my legs are on fire and my lungs have exploded. Yesterday, we did long and flat though and it was good. Mapmyride.com not so good this morning so no map. Around 32.45 miles. I’m having issues getting the new bike computer to pick up the speed reading so I’ll be tinkering with that today. The cadence works perfectly and the heart rate is great, although the thing beeping at me because it thinks I’m working too hard is annoying. I’m not. I know the numbers. I have to go back to the manual and teach the machine the numbers. I would have made OTG proud last night. One word. Cheesecake.
Actually, since I’m exhausted and don’t have much, how about a screaming cheesecake link? Yeah. I found this site back in 1995. Yes. That’s over 500 cheesecake recipes. She’s built her site up over the years and it’s one of the most amazing homegrown cooking sites on the web in my estimation.
For all of you shaking your head, Body for Life allows a free day every week. I usually make Saturday my free day. Yesterday I had to work in the afternoon which kind of screwed things up but at the end of the day, it was me, a baked potato, a pork chop and bottle of Clos Pegase and a little cheesecake I got a Diablo Foods. It’s funny, very rarely do I want the things that most other people want to misbehave with. About a year ago I wanted a bowl of Captain Crunch. The unfinished box is still in my pantry. I should probably throw that out. Generally what makes me happy is potatoes fixed in a way that’s not BFL. And cheesecake. Occasionally pie. I do love me some pie. Rarely cake. Frequently cookies. Never fast food. My problem is that I’ve figured out flavorful ways to prepare things that are good for me and I’ve gotten used to my cooking. So unless you’re talking about a high end chef or Sonofabun’s cooking, I’m probably happier just putting it together myself. That being said, I’ve taken off about 3 pounds so far this month. (Because I need some sort of accountability to make this goal.)
Yesterday I went to probably the worst house I’ve been in for plain old filth. These pigs left just garbage all over everywhere. And it stinks. And there are rats. There may be roaches too but I can’t smell them through the filth. I’m just pleased they didn’t leave an animal to die inside. They left around Thanksgiving and I can’t go in until the electrical is turned off. They finally turned it off on the 7th of January. I was afraid there was a cat or little dog left in there, but there wasn’t. They apparently didn’t use a cat box though. I’m always shocked at how people can live like that. I’m just wondering if I can get the Marchesa Carpino to pick up this dog of a house. It should have similar pricing. As I was leaving I stepped on the ramp leading up to the house and slipped and ended up on my back in a pile of leaves and God only knows what else. All I could think was “Why couldn’t I fall like this when I was working for the Bloodless Empire?”
Bubba is quickly becoming my shadow. My 72 pound blue shadow. Somebody once said about Beauregard that if I stopped too quickly he’d be up my ass. Bubba has taken on that role. It may be the new school or maybe he’s just finally comfortable. Either way, I signal when I stop now.