Apparently SOME of you were disappointed that yesterday’s post was not really about Batman {or Robin for that matter}.
Well, I’m nothing if not accommodating. So I set out to discover a treasure of Gotham City porportions.
I ended up with this …
{Batman Robird Scrabble Tile pendant from Backbone Studio2's Etsy store}
No, no it’s not Batman. Yet again, I come up short. BUT IT IS BATMAN ROBIRD PEOPLE! I’ve got to get some credit for that … I mean really!
{top secret ice cream in the making}
Last weekend was to be productive … oh, I had plans!
But, alas, the call to enjoy the company of friends won out. Again.
Included in the frivolity was a trip to Sub Zero for a little dessert before lunch. For those of you who have never experienced such, it goes something like this: you choose your size, the type of cream, flavors, and a mix-in; they add a little cryogenic solution, mix and voila–ICE CREAM!
The possibilities were mind-boggling. Seriously. It took me FOREVER to decide, only to settle on the ol’ standby: fudge chocolate and peanut butter, with peanut butter cup. Oh, and premium cream, naturally.
Therein lies the key: go for the fat, my friends, go for the fat.
My concoction was simply divine. DIVINE I tell you. I may have shed a tear …
Needless to say, I hope this Monday finds you emerging from a similarly splendid weekend; may the sweet goodness carry us through to week of productivity!
{where was this handsome pups when I needed him?}
I was quite the contortionist last night–trying to get comfy without touching three touchy spots. I had a bit of a mishap, you see. But before I go further I’d just like you to know… IT WAS NOT MY FAULT!
I’m watering flowers and garden spots for friends while they are away on vacation. I had finally made it to the backyard … and managed to find the hose {a large chunk of tree fell in the storm last Saturday … knocking out most of their garden and back fence}. Their eldest son, waiting for the assessor, came out to chat with me. We were chuckling about the wretched luck of the neighbors, who’s backyard was filled with the fallen tree. They had just moved in that morning. That’s when things started looking up–but only because I was in a hole. That’s right. Heading for the water spout, I stepped upon the deck; I heard a crack and down I went. ”What in the world?!”
Now I realize I’ve gained some poundage in the last few months, but C’MON!
The good news: It was me and not one of the kids.
The bad news: I’m a tad pathetic. My shin is scraped and puffy on one leg. The other is scraped, with a nice purple knot on my thigh. It kinda looks like a galaxy of blue, purple and pink … which would be kinda cool if it didn’t hurt like the dickens {what does that even MEAN?}.
To add insult to injury, now I’m gun-shy. Out back you must tread upon the deck to turn on the water. I’m trying to figure out how I could rig up some contraption–a pully system of sorts … lower myself down … back up and over … without touching one sole to wood. Unfortunately, science has never been my strong suit.
Of course, the thought has skittered across my mind that I could simply never return.
Do you think they’ll notice if their entire yard is dead?
I motored my way down to New Belgium’s Tour de Fat on Saturday. Yes, I said motored. It was for the best really. 1) The only bike I own is my ten speed from Junior High (total 80’s … black, with pink and turquoise accents … and two flat tires); 2) The last time I rode a bike I ran over my own leg (yeah, I don’t know, but it’s true); and 3) If I rode a bike from home, with my current chubs, in the 90 degree temps, I would be dead (and hence, no pictures for you).
So while driving to a bike festival may seem like a major fail, it was really a win.
We went later in the afternoon so we would be sure to catch March Fourth Marching Band. It was hotter than blazes—the amount of sweat pouring forth from my body was most unfortunate. But oh the spectacle of it all!
By the time we left I was ready to go out and purchase a bike … and the perfect attire for next year’s shenanigans.
For those unable to experience the wondrous whimsy yourselves—never fear! I snapped a few shots, just for you.
So slap on your ID bracelet…
Grab yourself a Fat Tire, and prepare to be amazed …
{CAUTION: chips have been known to enlarge the size of your caboose}
You’ve no doubt heard people blame satan for dreadful world events. Well sometimes I think he resides in the little things … like potato chips. If you’ve ever tasted one of Archer Farms Greek-Inspired chips you know what I’m talking about. They’re so good they’re positively sinful.
Oh sure, they look innocent enough. Just like any other thick-cut potato chip. So you try one. And before you know it, you look down, the tenth bag is empty, your butt no longer fits in the chair, and you’re wondering what in the hell happened!
Now I’m not telling you forgo such a treat. No sir, I am not. As a matter of fact, I do believe I’ll serve them for lunch today. They’ll go perfectly with the turkey, avocado, and Jalapeno ranch sandwich my friend and I will be eating … before we attend a matinee of the movie that shan’t be named.
All I’m saying is do proceed with caution; you just can’t be too careful with things like this … especially on a day like today.
And with that, my friends …
