Wow!

That was the worst post ever...I thought I was supposed to be getting smarter. I am sorry for wasting your time, and hopefully can come up with something better next time.

I yammied @ Soulard

Yeah, thats right...and no one got a picture of me exploding. What a waste of projectile emesis! So, I did Soulard. Actually, I was felling ok before my incident; I had to dig deep a time or two, but in general, I felt ok. My equilibrium must have been off, b/c I clipped like 5 pedals during the race...good news now is I have 4 degrees more clearance on each side.

At about an hour in, I decided my time was limited if I was to do something worth while in the race I needed to act quickly. There was a group of 11 up the road, and the race pays 10 deep. They had a large enough gap that pulling TJ up to the break seemed like too large of task, so I went for a 50 dollar preme. If you know Soulard, you know it is hairy; Mark Nagy was leading another team mate out for the prize so I jumped them on the back side, just after the pseudo climb, and juggled my way through the final turns. Things were looking good, but the other Dogfisher came around me at the line...damnit!

Now I was at redline, and my stomach began cursing me. Instead of making turn one, I blew through the sprint barriers only to begin yacking my brains out. It was pretty sweet. Man, it stunk like something serious. Thanks to all that helped in my emergency situation.

All else has been the same...summer school still sucks. Good news: we are heading to Columbia this weekend to catch this years edition of the State TT. I am hoping my boy Tim @ Santa Cruz comes through with my bolts for my seatpost, so I might actually get to ride this weekend.

Happy Birthday Alicia

A-

Happy birthday...Busy times in STL led us both to forget to call at a decent hour. Hope you had a good one!

Trackin'

The pursuit race my be my new favorite thing ever. With a good group of fellas, I think things could be a lot of fun.

I went down to the track tonight, after a disaster of trying to get ready and out the door on time. I got to the track, only to find out I forgot my spacers for my "normal" handlebars, which I still had to put on my bike. After frantically rummaging around in the mechanic's tool box, I was done for the evening...but then, a nice fellow let me borrow one of his spares, and Dr. Mark did the same...now, I have to change a flat (mind you, I had just changed the flat before I left the house). No biggie. Oh, wait, I need a rim strip too???? Luckily, the guy from Big Shark had a ratty rim-strip that did the trick for the night. Ok, now can I race my bike please??

Sure, if you don't mind that your seatpost will be slipping the entire time b/c some jackass (me) stripped my binder bolt (which is extremely hard to get a hold of...Mark, Thomas, anyone with a clue of how to help a brother out, please drop me a line before the first week of July).

With all of that, I still had a great night. Mr. Hill, Dr. Mark, Mark O and many more were down at Penrose, and they definitely brought the pain. I missed the mile, but raced all the other events. I don't think I have anything of note to mention about the night, maybe a couple of 4th place finishes in there somewhere, but certainly nothing to get a roar about.

School was tough this week...lots of exams. Story of my life. I am going to a seminar all weekend, then racing on Sunday again @ the Dogfish Crit. Maybe I will see you there.

ps...Noah Singer, fellow team mate, is rocking the house in Ohio. Good job guys, keep up the hard work!

St. Louis Sucks

Well, so do the people that inhabit this god-forsaken city as well. I have never been in a more unfriendly place. Usually, when I am out riding my bike, I say hi to everyone...whether you are a cougar with a wedgie, or a group of boy scouts building a bench it doesn't matter. NO ONE around here returns the favor, or even acknowledges your existence. I got spit on from a dump truck in the oncoming lane during rush hour on Chesterfield Airport Rd. Whoever you are, you are incredibly lucky that I would have died trying to turn around and chase after you (which I still almost did). Driving...enough said. Orange air quality every other day???? I am from Rolla, the only thing orange down there is the General Lee. Speaking of Rolla, the St. Louisans trying to play red neck need to stop. If any of you drove your $40,000 truck through Newburg, chanting your ignorant comments as you do, they would have you torn out of that truck and hanged by your pinky finger over a large fire that has consumed said truck, all the while, their kids will shoot you with a 22 like you are a pinata (22's are synonymous with bb guns down in the sticks). I have a better chance of riding my bike in the most atrocious lycra through the middle of town, then you no talent jerks have on the 4th of July with a Confederate flag flying from your truck bed.

Sorry, I am just upset that people have forgotten that they themselves are people too. Anyway.
So, I last left you right before the Tour de Winghaven...which I did, and survived about 75% of. It was great to hang with some of the guys, and get my first mass start of the season. I think I would have finished the race, if I had not found myself at the front of the field on lap 13; oh well, what do you do?

Lots of school and stuff. We made it to Rolla on Dad's day to hang with the Dads; good BBQ @ K's house and back to hel...I mean STL.

I have a to secret training plan, so beware...I have ridden more than once in the last week.

Good luck to the boys out in Ohio, and the guys @ Nature Valley.

Lucky you

Not only are you getting a post, but also a peek at the little face-lift I gave my E-life.

It is Logan's Homecoming, and we have a few days off from class. Unfortunately, we have an exam the Monday we come back, so things won't be all fun and games over the weekend. Today, I took care of a bunch of yard work, and got a short spin in. I plan on riding out to Alton tomorrow, to meet K for a wedding rehearsal dinner. Saturday the wedding mentioned kicks off @ 3:30, and Sunday, Tour of Winghaven will consume all of K's day, and a good portion of my evening.

I am looking forward to the race; a few of the guys are coming up, and Tyrone will be present as well. I haven't seen anyone since January, and really look forward to suffering like a dog and hanging out with the guys.

Speaking of Homecoming, this is a pic from what I can only explain as Logan Prom:
I must say, I did alright for myself when I snagged K...I still haven't figured out how I have gotten her to stick around for so long.


And while I am on the topic of bringing up photos from several months ago, here is the Logan crew @ a Super Bowl Fiesta:
Notice how K and I are at opposite sides of the rooms from each other??

That is what happens when you are on camera crew, setting the camera up on a stack of 100 books in order to take the timed photo. Good times, and great people.

I have some new pics of the deck, and will post them when I update from my office. Until then, stay tuned for more riding than I have done since November!

-The Colonel

I have lost status

Apparently, I am not cool enough to have a link on Josh's blog anymore. Maybe it is my lack of posts about cycling, lack of posts about wit...or just lack of posts. Anyway, I was incredibly disheartened when I discovered I was no longer on Butthead's A list.

I raced my bike again over the weekend; I skipped the State RR (maybe that is why Josh was mad, Rolla boy skips big race) but did attend the first addition of the Clarksville TT. I had my reservations, and speculations about the course, all of which were wrong. The course was actually great. There was one short steep bump in the middle of the effort, but it was only slightly more painful than a perfectly flat TT. I gave everyone else a handicap (since I am so incredibly fit right now;) and rode my track bike. Now, before you say I am an idiot, hear me out. I let TJ borrow some of my aero equipment, and I would have had to build my TT bike back up from scratch (my track bike and TT bike are synonymous). So, a 48x16 was a tad to large for the climb, and definitely too small for the flat portions of the event. None the less, I received a great workout, and had an enjoyable ride.

That afternoon, we headed over to Herman for Miaefest, the spring version of the famous Oktoberfest. We had a large group from school on hand, and good times were had by all. We camped out in some guys who wasn't home at first but came home later--s yard, and went home the next morning. Lots of fun!!

School still consumes me.

I am out

Things of new

Track racing is fun...that is all.

No excuses

I had an entire break to update this thing, and didn't. Shoot me!

I didn't just sit on my butt and do nothing, but I did sit on my butt a lot. I even played with my computer, contemplating on updating my blog but didn't. That is OK.

I survived another round at Logan...I thought I was going to crack several times throughout the trimester and didn't. I think the school likes this whole push you to the edge, let you teeter, and then totter your way back into the game. Whatever works. I came to the conclusion that if I can survive Tri 2, I am good to go.

To kick off the break, Thomas and I scooted down to Georgia to catch some of the Tour, do some riding, and chill out. Our trip was a bit shorter than planned, but quite refreshing in deed. I have some pics, but they are on the other computer and K is typing away on something considerably more important than this (or, at least she thinks so).

We build a deck...it is neat.
This is where wood comes from when it rains outside.

I skipped all of the boring structural details, but here is the skeleton.

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...done and done...well, except for the railing and real step; my dad wants to make sure everyone knows that this is just a temporary step. Funny guy. Big thanks to him, my brother Tim, Father in-law Dennis, buddy Jake, and neighbor Pete for helping us out with this project.

We broke the deck in nearly minutes after we finished by BBQing for all of the returning Logan students (well, not all of them, just the cool ones that we could get a hold of at the last minute). Most everyone either flew in to the airport (which is like 1300 paces from our house) or traveled down the 70 corridor that ultimately ended in our back yard. Good times.

It is good to be back in school, and to be riding a bit. I am a bit jealous of all the racing that I have missed this year, but that is the name of the game. I am hoping to cruise up to the Clarksville TT this weekend...we will see. It is also the MO State RR, and even though Rolla is the host city, I think I will have to pass due to the fact that I have only ridden my bike over 70 miles a handful of times this year. Bummer. Crit season is among us, and hopefully I can manage to hang on in the whirlwind of pain.

So, this is usually the part of the post I try and promise to keep this thing more updated. Well, you know the routine...see you within the next two months!

Hi there

Some of you may think I have dropped off the face of the earth...truth be told, if you consider Logan a parallel universe, I have. Not much has changed in my month+ of absence from the blogging world but hopefully I can brush the borders, and keep this post shorter than my usual novel-update. I will attempt an outline format:

1) Recovery from the plague...thanks K for hooking me up
2) Survival of a wedding in KC/got to hang out w/ the Darbs for a few days!
3) Began riding my bike semi-regularly...watch out, I may be able to take 11th in a 30 min race!
4) Outline and design of spring project...a new deck. I can't wait!
5) 3 weeks, 24 exams/quizzes/practicals away from a much needed 17 day break from school
6) Hopefully heading to Georgia w/Thom to ride bikes and watch big bike races during said 17 day break
7) Remembering I am the worst friend ever...Angela, I will E-mail you sometime very soon
8) Secured myself a rockin' intern for next semester...Andrew is going to hook me up!
9) My hair is the longest it has been since we all went to Tucson...I miss Tucson! (actually, I think I miss hanging out with everyone who went down)
10) I said I was going to keep this short, so better end now.

Hopefully, I will throw a leg over for a bicycle race sometime soon. I am hoping I get a chance to go down to JMSR w/ the Mercy boys , who have been rocking the cycling scene in several different states.

Congrats to Brad Huff for taking the Bronze in the Track Worlds Omnium...that is incredible!

Hopefully it won't take me a month.5 to update this thing again. We still miss Columbia, and everyone who is and once was there!

Curt

Sick as a Dog...and my dog is sick too

I think the plague has hit our household...nothing short of an epidemic. K and the kitty are still showing signs of light, but in the end, the plague may still get them.

We had such a nice beginning of the weekend too. Disclaimer, I would kick myself in the nutz for suggesting K and I do this, but this is not the case. She heard it from a few of my friends, and my friend's spouse.--We went to a semi-formal put on by Logan (I know, infinitely gay), but it was 25 bucks per couple for food and open bar (now, that is cheaper than a wedding!) Anyway, we had a good time there. The next day, I had to wake up early for a seminar...I was hanging a bit, but not too bad, just a little dehydration headache. Got to the seminar, and couldn't eat anything. Able to eat lunch, and dinner, then lights out (@ 5:30pm). I woke up Sunday feeling horrible. I couldn't eat again, and I was due back at the seminar at 8:30. I began to feel better after the show got rolling, but by about 11:30, my world went downward into a spiral. 30 minutes drive time and a jump into bed later, I realized I had a 103 degree fever, and a boat load of nasty symptoms. We iced my head, and neck, began drinking as much water as one is able to drink in the fetal position and slowly my fever came down...to 102.5. By this time, it was 10:00, and I needed to get some rest to make it to school the next day. I popped some tylenol against my own will and fell asleep. My fever fell another degree overnight, but I still felt like a pile of doo-doo--> snowless snow day. Since then, the fever has bounced back and forth from as low as 96, to 102.

Now, I am usually one that really enjoys hanging out in bed...but you have to draw the line somewhere. I am going to go stir crazy if this stuff doesn't clear up.

Monthly whine done.

I am still alive...barely

Exams have begun at Logan College of Chiropractic...needless to say, I thought I would need CPR before the end of the week. It all started with Biochem part duex, and then today was the big dog: neuroanatomy. 100 questions over a two hour block...and we have like six of these this tri. Seriously, next to impossible. Lets just say that I never thought I could be taken to such a limit. The road has not turned however, as we have 4 more exams and two major quizzes next week.

I know I said I was done with the catch-up game, but in this case I will make an exception. Last weekend, I headed down to Arkansas for the second edition of the Mercy Team Camp. The location was absolutely perfect. Jasper boasts an undulated horizon, coupled with serenity and beauty. Most of the guys cruised down to Springdale on Friday, in order to traverse 95 miles to our weekend retreat: an amazing cabin tucked into the Boston Mountains. I had obligations at school on Friday, so I rolled into Springpatch on Friday evening. Doug and I took off early the next morning. We stopped at a little diner in Jasper-proper, and had a wonderful meal. Then, upon our arrival, the team had breakfast number two ready. Grant it we had just eaten 20 minutes earlier, I still indulged in a little bit of grub (hey, I was getting ready to double my yearly miles this weekend...a little kid has got to eat!) After breakfast, we took a short hike it the woods to catch up with everyone, and do a little team building exercise. TJ was stepping lightly, as snakes are near the top of his fear list. I assured him that snakes were long gone by this point in the winter, except for the cryophibious species.

Ride time: 11:00am, maybe 30 degrees and windy. We had most of the team there, so hiding in the pack was pretty obtainable. The 12 of us rolled out, an really did not know what to expect. Andres did not really fill us in on the route, but rater required some of the new guys to use the radios and communicate the ride details with the rest of us. This worked out ok...only three wrong turns, and a lot of miscommunication later and we had defeated the first day. There were three major climbs today, all of which buried me. The first climb I managed to stay with the guys, but the second two put nails in my coffin. The last bump reached pitches of 20%, and all of the climbs were at least 4 miles long. I was destroyed, but good-spirited. All of the scenery, being around all the guys, and just being away from school kept my moral high. I limped in, but felt horribly good!

That night was typical camp protocol. Eating, sitting, chattering, meetings, and of course, sleeping. Staying at the cabin was nice; no noise, no distractions.

Day two: Ride time, 8:30am, temp...I think we saw the needle hit 13 degrees before we left. The good news: day two was sunny. We set sail to tackle 2 major climbs today (which really turned into 3): the climb out of Ponca, and the bump out of Boxley. Ponca was by far the steepest average grade of the weekend, but it was over pretty quickly. The last kick of 18% was nasty, but still doable. Boxley wasn't bad either: I was able to stay with the guys all day today. Descending down into Jasper was a bit sketch: there was ice on some parts of the road, which Doug and I both found under our rear tires. 45 mph on ice isn't something you look forward to. Anyway, both of us kept the rubber side down, and made it down the mountain. The secret third climb came from Jasper back to the cabin, which was about 14 miles all in all. Grant it, the average was 6-7%, a non-climbing brother like myself, who is not in all that great of shape to begin with, got spit off the back nearly half way home. It was almost better that way, b/c I stopped at all the scenic overlooks to take a peek at things like the Arkansas Grand Canyon, Lookout mountain, and a few without names, that were nearly as breath-taking.

Quick to pack and quick to leave, Doug and I stopped at the diner on our way back, and bolted to MO. I made it back just in time for our "Logan Family Dinner", hosted by Shelby, where I think I ate more than everyone combined.

Today (Sunday), K and I are hosting the get-together for the Stupid Bowl. That is all for now, hopefully, I will never have to play the catch up game again.

Short and Sweet

It is somewhat hard to believe, but K and I have been together for 10 years today! I don't understand how she has put up with me for this long, but I am sure happy she has. Happy original anniversary K!

"Back to School

...back to school; I've got my boots laced up, my strings tied tight, I hope I don't get in a fight"

Yeah, I am back in the swing of school...or should I say, I am back so school can take a swing at me. This will be one of, if not the toughest 15 weeks of my entire collegiate career (including what is to come!) 30 hours of fun with Physiology, Microbiology, Neuroanatomy, Gross Anatomy 2, Biochem Part Deux and others to boot! But, what does not kill me will make me stronger, or smarter...or cry.

Good news is, bikeleling has been going well. I have been seen riding a bike around with no gears and absent brakes. Today, I finally took it to the place it loves best; the velodrome. Now, this was my first time at the track and I learned many things. First of all, you don't go to Penrose without a broom, and a gang of tubes. I got three flats that finally sent me packing for the day. Secondly, riding the track is no walk in the park. However, it is crazy fun. I think the asphalt and I will get along quite well indeed.

I have also been playing with the total gym...that thing is painful too. I think I know how to do at least one exercise correctly on that thing. I will be huge in no time! Prozenberger, you better watch your back!!!

Lazy Days

I think I have finally kicked my flu bug, or what have you. K and I snuck up to BoCoMO to hang with the Ozenbergers for the New Year. Niether couple had anything to do, so we watched Jackass 2 and consumed much wine and champagne. I had planned a ride for the first day in 07, but cold temps kept us inside Monday morning in Columbia. K and I drove back pretty early, only to get a quick workout indoors at home. Most of the day was spent upon the couch, watching the idiot box and playing with the animals.

Last night, I was up a bit late lacing my new track wheel, when I heard several "Bangs" in succession. It woke the dog up, and I ran in to check on K (already in bed). I was certain the noises I heard were gun shots. Being the redneck I am at heart, I pulled my rifle out and loaded it up just in case. The cops were in the neighborhood at the exact instant, so I knew something was up. I heard another "bang" nealy an hour later; this one kept me up most of the night monitoring the house.

So, K came home today and mentioned that there were piles of fireworks just down the road from our house, the exact location the cop was creeping by last night. So, I think all of the excitement was for nothing, but holy cow, it did make me sweat a bit.

This evening, I played with one of our new toys I have wanted one of these for a while, and we finally got one for ourselves for Christmas. No, Chuck and Christy didn't come with this one, but I assure you I will have a round-house kick that will take Walker Texas Ranger out in no time. Hopefully, a bike ride of some nature is in store for me tomorrow, along with more fun from the basement!

Holy Crap

So, I finally have a bit of time to ride, and I get sick. It could be from riding and running on E, but I didn't go out and hammer or anything. Who knows. The worst thing is, it is almost 60, and I will be stuck inside for the second day in a row. I feel good enough to maybe get on the rollers and sweat some of this junk out a bit, but seriously: who wants to ride the rollers when it is 60 out (aside from TJ, who probably thinks it is too cold).

A lot to say

Prelude: Well, where do I begin? It has been a few ticks, but things are not all that different. School is constanly keeping me busy; anytime I am not working on school, I am caught up working on our house. Both of which are coming along quite nicely. Riding has been scarace (well, compared to what I am used to). Running and lifting are still a staple in my weekly exercise routine. We haven't ventured far from home lately, other than heading to R-town for a day.5 for Turkey Day, which I might add was lovely.

Since I began this post on the 26th of November, I felt it appropriate to finish just over a month later. I have a few other pictures I would like to share with the millions of you out there, but this should be a good start. I was going to attempt to make this look super clean, and organized (such is my life), but I thought instead you could choose your own adventure. So, in no order what-so-ever (sorry, but at least you get to stare at a new template!)



This is a ginourmous resturant in the Valley, known as the Emperorer's Place (or something like that). It has every kind of Asian-influenced food you could imagine. It isn't super authentic (as if I know what authentic tastes like), but it sure hit the spot that day.

This is a ginourmous kid who used to ride bikes a lot, but now thinks that if he thinks about bikes, he can stay fit...wrong!



This is what your floor looks like before you install ceramic tile. Yes, I am a remodeling master now (with the help of my fater and K's father)

Parker is enjoying a little somethign I picked up for him in the anatomy lab...just kidding, but that would be a site!

Paola is still alive and kicking. She recieved many great Christmas gifts, and to keep par she snubbed them all off...except for Da Bird. Thomas introduced me to it a year ago, and no kitty should be without.

Parker is rummaging through his stocking like a bank robber. He grabbed the femur-sized treat from the get-go, and hasn't put it down since.

Sink your fridge into a wall, gain a million square feet (or so it seems). This is one of the nearly finished pictures of our kitchen.

In the begining, there was one word that could describe our kitchen...unfunctional (non-functuax). This is a picture from before we even purchased the home, and K is thinking "my idiot husband better be right about this remodel idea"

We found some interesting things along the way. The chimney was a small set-back, but in the end, it was defeated and put back into the wall. We almost kept it exposed, but it didn't go with the rest of the home. Bummer!

New appliances are neat! New everything is really neat! We even have a dishwasher now. My first one in a long time.

This is almost the same view as the picture above featuring my lovely wife. Notice a difference?

So, here is the quick fridge story...we stole a closet from the adjacent room, closed up a pantry, and put the fride in the wall...this left a door frame in my office from the old closet which now = a book case. Pretty cheech, huh? The old pantry will provide a larger closet for the office, and the rest is history.

I realize what you are saying...we aren't 100% done. Well, BACK OFF!!! The backsplash, base boards and final touches on paint are in the making.

Final prep stages for the fridge. I can't describe the anguish that circulated throughout the household during the project...but is was well worth the time and effort.

I am pretty certain this pic has been posted a time or two already, but this was square one. The first task in opening the room up. Plaster and wood lathes = a hyge pain in the A$$.


Here is that book case I was telling you about. Pretty niffty huh? This is where I put my books. Novel thought, huh?

When we moved in, we had this beautiful fireplace...but no way to make a fire. So, I began rubbing two sticks together, and a few months later, this is what I came up with.

You see, cycling and construction can get along just fine. Seriously, I think the cycling cap/demo crew thing could catch on. It kept crap out of my hair and dust out o the top of my glasses. You can even wear it if you are painting.

Other than all of that, I made it through my first trimester at Logan. That is good. I am looking forward to the next. I have managed to ride a bit here and there, in fact, I got out today and noticed something a bit peculiar...my heart rate was higher than my power output; looks like someone has a lot of work to do.

Christmas was good to us. I recieved two gifts that completely oppose eachother. K got me a wine/beer distilling kit, and for our "together home type gift" Santa brought us a Total Gym. Expect pics of that, plus some other goodies I failed to catch up on.

I am going to try and bein a new rule. No more "catching up". Hopefully, I will just update the darn thing more. If I don't, just consider whatever you missed as something that never happened. I am sick of typing, so here you go...the moment you have all been waiting for. Hope you enjoyed!

18 Days and counting

That is how long since I have even sat on a bicycle. By far my longest break ever. I have been running and lifting a bit, but my life has been mostly consumed by school. I will pick up my bike again tomorrow or Thursday, and plan on taking my new secret training tool up to Columbia on Friday night, in hopes of finishing in time for a ride on Saturday with the BoCoMO crew.

Life is good in STL. Things with school have been amazing, but incredibly busy as well. I have put in a lot of time and effort so far, and the benefits are beginning to come. My understanding of the material has increased exponentially over the past few weeks, and I finally feel comfortable in my daily agenda. Things I have learned so far:
1) Piriformis syndrome could be much worse for athletes when the sciatic nerve perforates the muscle.
2) Next time you are cutting up dead bodies, be sure to put a bit of menthol/eucalyptus ointment on your upperlip...no one wants to have their upperlip smell like a cadaver lab.
3) Before you purchase a salad for 38 cents and ounce, be sure you understand the amount of ruffage you are getting yourself into...you may just end up with an 8 dollar salad (no meat included!)
4) I fit right in around here: everyone is walking around in the halls changing for their respective labs without breaking stride. Next semester, the first day of Logan Basic, we all get to moon each other to get over the funny butt joke (I will never get over that, it will always be humorous) and to top it off, the motto for the adjustment is "don't squeeze the peach". For further explanation, research the Logan Basic Technique.

On a more serious note, I really am enjoying what I am doing. I can't explain the amount of material I have learned, and can not wait to help those who allow me to offer help to them.

It hasn't been all work. K and I got down to Branson last weekend with her family for a relaxing day.5 get-away. We had a really kickin' condo overlooking Tannycomo (Bendel, we could have crossed paths) and spent Saturday at SDC. Now, I am not the biggest fan of amusement parks, but it was such a nice day, it was difficult to not enjoy the time relaxing. K and I bought a really cool print from a native artist to Web City...look for it around Christmas time. It was good to get away, and put school on the back burner for the first time. On our way back home, we stopped by a farm in Newburg, just a few minutes west of Rolla. The dentist that cleaned my teeth growing up runs Greenwood Farms , and just may end up being our source for all of our meats, dairy, eggs and so forth. They have a very beautiful, serine farm on 300+ acres full of pasture and foliage. We were able to meet with some of the other family members involved, and they seem to have wonderful souls. I highly recommend checking them out if you are interested in those particular eating habits. They do deliveries all over the place, including but not limited to STL, Columbia, Minnesota (no Micah, I am not joking) and of course Rolla.


Watch out BoCoMO, here I come!

Quickie

I have been busier than I can explain on paper...7-14 hours per day at school, not much time to do anything but think about school. I have been running a bit, doing some lifting, and I am nearing my "break" off the bike. This is the first year I have not had to pull myself off the saddle on like the 9th day off, simply because it is just one less thing to think about, so it was easy to avoid. I recieved a package from Micah yesterday with the second gen Poprad. Cyclocross is on the horizon.

Side note, I recieved a call from Tyrone yesterday...he will be riding with me and the rest of the guys on Mercy. I am super excited TJ, way to go. Meanwhile, TJ is down in Austin working with K-Liv, dialing his body in. Miss you Teej.

To all the BoCoMO crew, I miss you too, and we will reunite soon...7 days to be exact.

Anyone have a right DA, or Ultegra (2nd 9spd gen) lying 'round I could take off your hands? If so, email me

This is where I have been hiding

To my surprise, school will not be as demanding as I presumed. Don't get me wrong, it will be a straight kick to the giblets (thanks for the verbiage Luke) however, I don't have to be in class nearly as much as I thought. I will probably still be on campus, but at least I can leave the "lair of learning" and go to the library or something. Labs begin next week, so I believe things will hit the fan.

Things are different in STL. I figured I had a pretty good idea of what people would be like around here; I guess not everyone wears lycra and puts more miles on their bike than their car a year. Let me tell you a little story. Classes were cancelled today due to a power outage...wait a second. My rein at MU was the better part of 5 years, and I can't remember one time a power outage, snow and ice storm, hurricane, or any other natural/unnatural disaster happened. Point being, when you wake up at 5am, and drive 20 minutes to learn something you have invested a bunch of money into (well, borrowed a bunch of money to invest into), you feel a bit cheated. I tucked my tail and traveled back home. After a bit of shopping (I had to pick up some pencils and what not) I came home to a very depressed puppy. We haven't gotten Parker out as much as we normally do so he has been a bit of a crab-ass. The problem is, none of the parks around here have a leash-free zone. Ok, no problem, surly there is a dog park near by. Oh yeah, there are several...all of which cost at a minimum of 50 bucks because we aren't residents of the particular sector of town (residents are required to pay 20-30 bucks). Now, I understand that someone has to take care of the grounds, mow, repair fence, ect; but seriously, Columbia has a great dog park, and it is totally free. Well, there is one completely free, non-discriminatory (towards residence) dog park closer than Columbia (not by much), in Wentzville. Parker looked so upset, we rocked it down 70 to get his play on. We were alone when we arrived, and it looked like it was going to be a long soccer match between he and I. Over the course of the next hour, a few more dogs showed up. Two hours in, there was an army of dogs out there. The problem: the owners. Sure, there were some nice people, and I am sure that most of them meant well. There was one woman who just couldn't seem to keep her opinions to herself. To me, opinions are something I keep to myself, until someone asks for it (or, if I feel so compelled to give it, which is a rare case). This woman commented on the dogs she thought were ugly, stupid, breeds with bad breath and so on all the while her beautiful Redbone Coonhound (he really was a pretty dog) played by himself and the other dogs. Don't get me wrong, the dogs are supposed to play together, but I typically enjoy playing with the other dogs, and my dog while he is playing with other dogs. Another woman was fresh off the shacker list. Enough said. Most everyone else was kind, and easy to get along with. Sorry for the rant, I just don't understand the way some people think.

K and I rolled around the airport earlier this week. It was good to get out with her. She really enjoyed the ride too. We saw several F-15's I think (I am no fighter jet-buff, but I think that is the name). Riding comes in waves. Next week, I will begin riding to class hopefully. I need to finish my track wheels so I can roll on the SC to class...painful.