Spring Training

I've started rolling out of bed early to do some of that exercise stuff I've heard people talk about. I'm not quite sure how me shuffling around the neighborhood is going to help me get ready for the Tri-athawhatever in the summer, but I guess it can't hurt... Well, yes it does hurt, because I apparently need to stretch way more than I do. Also, I've gained a couple of pounds since I started because since I'm running in the morning, I think that I can eat all of the Easter candy I can snarfle. At least I'm doing a community service by giving the morning dogwalkers something to chuckle about.

Tomorrow morning I'll ride the bike and see how that goes.

Oh well, I guess I'm just beefing up for the "before" picture.

Now about something else... My Vegas trip was fun. I never won anything at the slots, but I only played about $25 total during the 2 days because I was never feeling the winning vibe. Mostly I bring up the trip to warn you away from the show we saw, "Bite at the Stratosphere. It was very bad... funny, but not on purpose. I know you're saying how could anybody mess up a show about topless vampires who dance to '80's rock standards? I don't know, but they did. Next they'll combine ice cream and beer to f*&% up those too.

Oh My, Your Pimple Is So Minty Fresh!

I'm a pretty smart guy- or so the IQ test scores say- but sometimes I do the dumbest things.
Today's example... (with a little background)

I'm meeting some old friends that I have not seen in years, so of course a big blemish springs up on my right temple. (I'm not the only one this happens to, ie My Big Fat Greek Wedding.)

DDoll read somewhere that toothpaste is better at drying out pimples than the Clearasil type products. (Kinda like the Windex in the Greek Wedding movie.)

I'm working from home today, so DDoll comes into my office and goops some minty Crest on my forehead while I'm at my desk. I'm not seeing anyone today- just calls, emails and IM- so I don't fuss. I'm curious to see if it works.

A little while later, DDoll asks me to go get the morning paper. Since she is making me a mocha, I say sure, take my cordless, and head out. (You all see where this is going, right?)

Heading out to the mail box I see Neighbor Mike. I have not seen Mike in a couple of weeks so I walk over to chat for a couple of minutes. Mike's a real nice guy because he never mentioned what I had completely forgotten, that I had a 2 inch patch of blue paste roughly troweled on my temple! (I remembered as I was walking back in the house.)

The moral of my story is to wear the zit with pride, because everybody gets them. Nobody understands wearing floride on your forehead.