Chicken Blood in the house
This weekend should be busy. The Boy has his final short track race Saturday morning. He’s tied for first overall against the only other kid who has done two races. Participation was a little low at this first year series, but I hope they don’t give up on it for next year. My short track days are over, but the more racing that’s going on the better.
After the short track is over I have to rush over to an adoption meet-and-greet to join my wife (I’ll be late). We’re still looking for the “right child” that will fit in our lives. It definitely ain’t easy.
Go home, take a breath, and load up my bike for the 17th Annual Chicken Blood Run/Taryn’s B-day party and ride. I’m hoping I can make it, but the kitchen pass is still pending on this one.
Sunday is the annual Big Stampede swap meet. I’ll get the opportunity to rifle through peoples’ unwanted shit looking for things I don’t need at prices I can’t afford to look away from.
I started getting a bunch of hits on my results page recently, and I couldn’t figure out why. I did a little poking around, and found that Endurosnob linked it up in his annual Endurosnob Awards. I feel kinda honored to have my name mentioned and all, but it feels funny. Not funny queer, funny ha-ha.
I started my results page so I could keep track of what I’ve been doing. Whenever I was getting stuff together for a lame attempt at a sponsorship proposal I was forced to scour the internet looking for all my results, because I never bothered to keep them all in one place. Once I figured out this “blog thing” I realized I could just stick them out there and say “look here and then give me large sums of cash and piles of bike parts”. Well that’s never happened (due to lack of effort), so I was a little suprised to see some traffic going on. Having a list of results to look at certainly doesn’t make ME feel any better. I look at it and say “Now what?” I’m not exactly a “rest on my laurels ” kinda guy. I can’t wait to send in my first registration for 2007 so I have something to obsess over, I mean train towards.
As a wiseman named Dee Snyder once said,
“Stay Hungry”
