I began the day on a 20 day hitting slump of checking places off of my list. Wait…..I used an defensive baseball analogy in the title and an offensive one here….I really don’t know baseball too well. Let’s just get to the post: 🙂
I’m sorry if this blog is getting a little tedious and repetitive. It seems each post revolves around me gushing about how wonderful the people in my life are. I do sincerely apologize. I will try to meet worse people in the future.
Frodo Baggins had Tom Bombadil and Goldberry. I had my sister Elise and her husband Brad.
“If the women don’t find you handsome, they should at least find you handy.”
In 1994 I got my brand new Joe Montana #19 Chiefs jersey and wore it to school for the first time. I was the epitome of cool. Since that day, I’ve never looked that awesome again…..until maybe now.
I’m still working on finishing the “About” page of this site. This post will be one that is featured on that page.
The Zebra Cake is an obscure measure of distance. It is equal to 85.3 miles or 137.3 kilometers. On a motorcycle, one should endeavor to travel around 5-6 Zebra Cakes per day. Anything beyond 8 Zebra Cakes of travel is rash and reckless.