We’re getting something together short-notice for Sunday. Weather looks good.
Schedule:
200m TT
5km Scratch race
1km Time Trial
Miss and Out
15km Points Race
5 PM start time. Entry Fee: $5 in addition to normal training session fee (which is $10/night or $100 seasonal). Cash proceeds go to a stipend for our volunteer ‘official’ and the rest goes to the track. Bring a paper race number to wear - from another race.
86″ gear limit (48×15 or 51×16) for all events. NO CARBON RACE WHEELS, this is just a “for-fun” and “training” event. If a minimum of 5 women/juniors show - we’ll run a second category.
Winner gets a Banjo Brothers commuter backpack courtesy of Banjo Brothers & Speedfix Racing.
Who would have guessed that I would agree with Jesse Ventura?
Love is bigger than government. Who the hell are we as a government to tell people who you can fall in love with? I think it‘s absurd that fact it‘s even being debated.
We can solve the problem simply. Government only acknowledges civil unions then you don‘t have to put your sex down. Let the churches acknowledge marriage. They are the private sectors. If they don‘t want to acknowledge it, they have every right to do so. How on earth can we even entertain the fact that government should have the ability to tell you as an individual who you can fall in love with? Ridiculous.
Respectfully, fuck you and the rest of you pretend journalists. You all should be ashamed of your conduct over the past 16 years and if you had any dignity you would resign from your pathetic excuse for a career, move to Togo and never ever ever be heard from again.
Phyllis, working with Jim Carlson, wants to make it legal for bikes to treat stop signs like yield signs, and stop lights like stop signs. A similar law is currently in place in Idaho and from all accounts works just fine. When I visited Boise last summer I saw tons of bikes. I wasn’t in Boise long enough to form a truly informed opinion, but there didn’t seem to be a lot of traffic conflicts between bikes and cars.
Below I noted MSNBC’s story tonight about how fmr. Sen. Phil Gramm (McCain’s economics advisor) was advising him on his subprime mortgage bailout policy while Gramm was also a registered lobbyist for the Swiss bank UBS.
Many of the lobbying connections the press has dug up on McCain have been embarrassing. But I’m not sure any have really had teeth until this one. After all, how much does the average voter care that Charlie Black represented a lot of foreign dictators? A stench, yes? But finding out that McCain had a major subprime lender bank lobbyist whispering in his ear when McCain told the public that it was basically tough luck if they lost their houses?
John McCain, "political maverick", bought and paid for.
Government lawyers told federal judges that the president can send the military into any U.S. neighborhood, capture a citizen and hold him in prison without charge, indefinitely.
There is little middle ground between the two sides in al-Marri’s case, which is before a federal appeals court in Virginia. The government says the president needs this power to keep the nation safe. Al-Marri’s lawyers say that as long as the president can detain anyone he wants, nobody is safe.
Land of the free…as long as the government allows you to be free.
Friday morning, I wake up and get the kids ready to go to day care. Mrs. Smithers is going to drop them off for a half day so she and I can get some work done before we go out of town for the weekend.
I get the kids changed, fed and dressed and loaded into the car and Mrs. Smithers is off on her way. She drops off the kids without incident.
Dog Smithers has to go to the kennel for the weekend because we don’t have enough room in the car to bring him with. But before he goes to the kennel he has to go to the Vet becuase all his vaccinations are due and the kennel won’t let him in without an update. So I take him to the Vet and, in the course of his blood checks, he pulls the needle out of his leg twice in his joy at visiting the Vet. By the time I get him out of there he has bandages on both legs and my shirt is covered with blood. I drop him off at the kennel and the kennel employees are horrified at the blood on my shirt. I say nothing, the dog is happy to be there.
Back home I have some quick packing to do before I go to work for a few hours. I also change my shirt. During the course of the packing I realize that I can not get into the front garage door. See previous post. Pissed off, I throw some crap in a bag and go to work.
Upon my arrival to work I get a message from Mrs. Smithers that Toddler Smithers is getting kicked out of day care due to a fever. She picks up Toddler and Baby Smithers and brings them to the doctor where he is diagnosed with an ear infection. As Target always takes 20 minutes longer to fill a prescription than they tell you it will be, Mrs. Smithers decides to drop off the prescription so I can pick it up on the way home.
As she is heading home I get a call from the garage door company. The technician can’t find our house. I give him directions to the house. He then calls back and says that he can’t find anything wrong with the garage. I tell him he needs to check the front garage, not the back garage. Mrs. Smithers takes over upon her arrival at home.
I try and get some work done and then bail for the weekend and head over to Target to pick up the prescription. Once back at home I see that the garage door technician has opened the door and determined the cause of the problem. It seems that the door switch has a "lock" option and, last Sunday when I allowed Toddler Smithers the opportunity to close the garage door, he hit the "lock" button preventing the door from being opened by remote.
Mrs. Smithers and I are now on auto-pilot. We know what has to be done to get out of town and we are on schedule. The kids seem happy and allow us to concentrate on finishing packing and loading up the car. Once the car is loaded Mrs. Smithers opts to give Baby Smithers one last bottle for the road so she will have a full belly and be more likely to sleep.
But now Baby Smithers feels warm.
Back to the doctor’s office (where I took this picture Steve E). Another ear infection, this time for Baby Smithers. Back to Target for another prescription. It takes 20 minutes longer than they said it would so we sit in the parking lot at Subway and eat a sandwich.
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