So I have never won raffle, a football pool, a 50/50 or any random kind of fundraiser where a charity benefits and I have a shot to win some coin. Truth is when I enter these things I kinda do it with the auspices that it's really just a donation to a cause I believe in.
Well, at work when ever one of the women folk get pregnant they have a pool. Basically you throw in $5, pick a date and a time and let it rip. Well, one of the ladies was expecting, I threw my $5 in the hat. I asked her what her due date was, and that was my entry.
I mean, since I don't have any kids, and I don't have any expertise in the art of birthing babies or predicting anything related to babies I figured if a REAL expert gave a date that was as good as gold to me. And being that I never win these things, I tell the young woman, "look kiddo, if I win you keep my half of the pot. Think of it as my gift to the little bambino!" I figured it was a nice jesture, and clearly, I never win these things, no worries.
Sure enough the pot hits 300 beans, sure enough the baby comes on the due date, and I was the only one that picked it. Kinda like the guys who choose $1 on the price is right and wins. Lame, but he gets to go to the showcase. For the first time in my life, I win one of these things. $150 left on the table, and I gave it away. I stood by my word, and let the kid keep it.
Truth be told, I was stoked to donate it to the little one, I mean she might get some clothes or something out of it, what am I gonna do? Buy pedals or drink it or something. Besides, I'm hoping I score some Karma points or something. I didn't even tell anyone about the puppy I rescued off of main street last week... My karma has to be getting better.
Tuesday night I did the road ride with the boys. Having E-town along helped to bolster my confidence, and I must say I felt like I rode freakishly well. I paid for my indiscretions tonight as my legs were pretty tired. The problem is the Niner just likes to go, and I kept telling myself to back off, but it just rips through single track. The bike just helps me flow. I'd find myself suffering flying through a section, and have to tell myself to back off. Clearly my bike is too fast for me.
Trail day for Granogue Saturday, maybe some changes to the course, maybe not. We'll know more Saturday afternoon. you should register.
I was kinda jonesing for a ride tonight, despite the yard looking like a jungle. Thankfully Monkey knocked out most of it cutting the yard whilst I was playing in the woods. When I got back from my tour of Fairhill, I just hopped on the mower to get the tight spots that Monkey missed. Daylight was fading fast, no time to change back into my secret identity as mild mannered customer service manager...
any wonder my neighbors think we are insane?
respect.
faticus
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Put the outline of a hawk in the window and the bird should stop trying to fly in. Otherwise it will break its neck on the window.
That picture is classic...and to think I was wondering what the neighbors would think if they some me spreading fertilizer in my flip flops.
Class act on the kickback of the greenbacks...once again shows the kind of pep's you and Monkey are.
perfect :)
Fatmarc is looking skinny and fast if Tuesday is any indication....
it might be easier to keep up with you on the mower next tuesday
Doc
I always mow my lawn wearing my bike helmet..very hip.
dude if you ever want to hear a good story, I can tell you about how the ladylove's dad has won: 2 cars, a harley, trips to europe, trips to the superbowl, he just won 1000 cash and a laptop last week. Its totally insane. Bike racing is a crap hobby compared to sweepstaking.
Thanks for the tire advice. I can give some sweepstakes advice.
Mowing the lawn in lycra - yea.
Marc, if I ever hear you talk about pissing away money on booze as an unworthy endeavor, and somehow ignoble, I am going to drive up there personally and kick your skinny ass. You can question my parental lineage, stick a frame pump in my spokes (perhaps when you are lapping me) and take my mother out for a fish dinner and never call afterwards, but you cannot question the wisdom of spending untold amounts of cash-ola on booze. This is my life's work, to this point, and I will not stand (or sit comfortably on a bar stool) for you insulting it. Are we clear on this?
Good.
I laughed like a 'tard at "clearly my bike is too fast for me."
it may be 'cause it was really reeeally funny..
orrr...I could just be a 'tard.
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