Sunday, June 20, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
game two
it's tied up folks!
one up.
the pan dolce' toastados had me over for dindin, along with the mota's. mrs. toastado whoopd up the most amazing scrump(shrimp) scampie and garlic toast. corey and his mate gogi had oranges and mac n cheese. corey still ain't using the pot. he's claiming gogi gets down though.
great meal, great friends, celtics win.
awesome.
one up.
the pan dolce' toastados had me over for dindin, along with the mota's. mrs. toastado whoopd up the most amazing scrump(shrimp) scampie and garlic toast. corey and his mate gogi had oranges and mac n cheese. corey still ain't using the pot. he's claiming gogi gets down though.
great meal, great friends, celtics win.
awesome.
Friday, June 4, 2010
game one
met a friend in downtown to watch the game at an irish pub named casey's.
myself and one other gentlemen were the only 2 cheering on the green. the sea of others cheered the purple. quite odd being in an irish pub.
my team lost. 6 more to go. the food was delicious. beer was cold. and my friend got "the revenge". yes, "the revenge".
in the morning, i woke to the sound of trains and buses. my gut didn't turn til i hit the street. i couldn't turn back to the apartment because the security gate had locked.
no prob, i felt i could wait a bit til exit time and hopped on the hollywood 101. then the flip happened again. simultaneously,with my fuel light coming on.
my freeway speed excelled to about 95 mph as visions of a southern hemi mudslide enter my head. "i gotta get to the gas station".
exited the freeway with ease, with a green light right into the shell station. when i exited the coache', it was there. i waddle ran into the cashiers booth and asked,
"may i have the bathroom key please?"
his eyes prowled the cash wrap area in search for my salvation. i explained the urgentcy.
"um, sir, i'm not one to be pushy, but i need it now."
he looked at me with a shitty cocked eye and said,"why right now?"
i gave him a peaceful grin, "cause i am going to shit my pants."
he held up what looked to be a no parking sign with a key connected to it. i focused on the key, and only to see, that the key that i needed, was in half you see.
i asked the man, do you have another plan.
"across to the bowling ally!" so then i ran.
i entered the cafe, asked where was the room, "its in the bar young man", then i flew,
i didnt' check the seat for my germaphob brain, just plopped on down and listened to the rain.
myself and one other gentlemen were the only 2 cheering on the green. the sea of others cheered the purple. quite odd being in an irish pub.
my team lost. 6 more to go. the food was delicious. beer was cold. and my friend got "the revenge". yes, "the revenge".
in the morning, i woke to the sound of trains and buses. my gut didn't turn til i hit the street. i couldn't turn back to the apartment because the security gate had locked.
no prob, i felt i could wait a bit til exit time and hopped on the hollywood 101. then the flip happened again. simultaneously,with my fuel light coming on.
my freeway speed excelled to about 95 mph as visions of a southern hemi mudslide enter my head. "i gotta get to the gas station".
exited the freeway with ease, with a green light right into the shell station. when i exited the coache', it was there. i waddle ran into the cashiers booth and asked,
"may i have the bathroom key please?"
his eyes prowled the cash wrap area in search for my salvation. i explained the urgentcy.
"um, sir, i'm not one to be pushy, but i need it now."
he looked at me with a shitty cocked eye and said,"why right now?"
i gave him a peaceful grin, "cause i am going to shit my pants."
he held up what looked to be a no parking sign with a key connected to it. i focused on the key, and only to see, that the key that i needed, was in half you see.
i asked the man, do you have another plan.
"across to the bowling ally!" so then i ran.
i entered the cafe, asked where was the room, "its in the bar young man", then i flew,
i didnt' check the seat for my germaphob brain, just plopped on down and listened to the rain.
The Bet.
7 games
one winner
2 tickets
2 travelers
10 surfboards
one destination...
this is south africa
i love rolling dice
Thursday, June 3, 2010
It's 2010 folks! and shit is airborne!
i freakin told you so!!!
Worst Places for Your Health
The unhealthiest places to sit on a plane, to store everything from meds to your toothbrush, and to sleep.
By Jessie Knadler for Prevention
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Worst Places for Your Health // Toothbrushes in glass (© Dave King/Getty Images)
Researchers in a wide variety of fields know that how you organize your environment—from where you stand in fitness class to the place you choose to store your meds—has a surprising effect on everything from your weight to your chances of staying well. In other words, when it comes to how you feel, it's not just what you do, it's where you do it. Here, surprisingly bad locales for your health—and the best places to optimize it.
Your Toothbrush
The worst place: Bathroom sink
There's nothing wrong with the sink itself, but it's awfully close to the toilet! There are 3.2 million microbes per square inch in the average toilet bowl, and all of those germs are propelled as far at 6 feet every time you flush. Those germs then settle on the floor, the sink, and yes -- your toothbrush.
Best place: Unless you like rinsing with toilet water, keep your toothbrush behind closed doors in the medicine cabinet or a nearby cupboard.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
listen up kids...
add this way of thinking to everything you do...no baggage, only truths. don't let your brain block your heart.
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