so no to toothpaste? shit. it's good as caulk around windows though, right?
Peezy's Black Magic 2013
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so no to toothpaste? shit. it's good as caulk around windows though, right?
walter
Fourth Party
This is how most of the construction with my friends goes.
woody
Well-Known Member
Leave the cracks as-is.
Embrace them.
Let them be a reminder that imperfection is ok.
A symbol that you own the house, not vice-versa.
Give each crack a name.
Decorate them for the holidays.
Love the cracks!
Besides, some people pay big money to have faux cracks painted onto their walls - you two can be the Real Deal.
Embrace them.
Let them be a reminder that imperfection is ok.
A symbol that you own the house, not vice-versa.
Give each crack a name.
Decorate them for the holidays.
Love the cracks!
Besides, some people pay big money to have faux cracks painted onto their walls - you two can be the Real Deal.
Pearl
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
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So everything has been running so smoothly. House inspection, hitting all the dates, no snags with credit or money questions, etc. Reading everyone elses horror stories and doubt of turn around time make me nervous, as I don’t have any clue of what I am really doing. I know how tools work, lefty loosey, so on and so forth, but one thing is for sure, We are ready for this. Thankfully we have somewhere else to stay while we do repairs and revamp things. This is good and bad, as we won’t feel like we are rushed and can do what we want/need to do, but at the same time, I feel like we could get lazy with it. I have adopted Mandis psychological sayings of “do it right the first time”. It started when she bought bike clothes and gear. She would always buy the best stuff. She still has most of that stuff. On the other hand, I was buying cheaper stuff to get by. I probably spent the same amount of money.
Our closing was scheduled for 11/12/13 (which is an awesome date) but is now pushed back to “maybe” this Friday. The anticipation lingers, and we wait longer.
Can cats catch on fire without touching flames?
Our cat loves our portable heater that we use when it gets chilly. I know cats like warm things. Hell, Molly has figured out that when she’s cold, the DVR box on the dresser with the TV acts like her own personal heated bed. Sometimes she won’t even flinch when she’s on it. We have caught the cat next to the heater for hours on end, within inches of the heated metal. Can she catch on fire? I pick her up after she is laying next to it and she feels like she was being baked in an oven.
HPCX
I always can tell where I’m going to die on a cross course when I’m pre-riding. I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad thing. Usually when the bad things are at the end of the course, they do not help me in finishing well. I think about how hard I’m going to have to hit other sections in order to try and gap people. As always, I arrive early, heckle, pre ride a lot, and chat it up. You know the drill. You skip this part anyway and figure out the part where I start racing… right? Or why do you come anyway? That is a better question.
At the start we all compare numbers and figure out who is where. I find myself near all the usual suspects. They call numbers for the first row and suddenly switch to names. They say a bunch of names I don’t know, then say mine. Huh? I roll with it and wheel my bike up into the third row. I notice a empty spot in front of another guy who I look at and point and ask if he wants it. He says now, and I, without hesitation, step up and take this spot. Whoa. I can see the start line. At first I was super excited, I’m going to crush this and kill it. Then reality sets in. I’m in front of 50 other people. I look down and notice my chain is off the front ring and get a little heckle from my friends. Which makes everything less serious.
Whistle goes and for the first time, I have to actually have a good start. I don’t miss my pedal, clip in and boom, we are off. Up the road we go. I find a spot to draft up the hill and into the grass. I squeeze past the bottle neck point without any real issues or hang ups. This is weird. Usually I’m fighting my way through elbows and peoples shoulders to stay up right. I come through the barriers and people are yelling “TOP 10 PEARL” WTF? This isn’t normal. I feel okay, and can ride with people I haven’t before. Mostly because the first half of the lap is relatively flat compared to the back half. Some people I look forward to chasing are around and I can get around some of them. Is today the day where it’s all coming together? Then I look down and realize I’m only 4 minutes into this 45 minute race. And I’m not over the climbs yet.
We start climbing and my speeds drop. As they should, but I really feel like I’m going backwards. I stick with my big ring and I lose a spot or two on the steep pavement. This will be a trend going forward. I come around for the start of lap 2 and sudden I feel this rush of energy at the start. I feel like someone is behind me pushing me. I swear I gained about 2-3 MPH faster. I can’t figure out what it was though. Then I see Sean Pasekia pass me. Holy crap, he wasted a ton of energy. He gave me some words of encouragement, but these roads are just too steep and long for me to go any faster.
Want to learn how to bleed spots? Inquire within.
Every time around the barrier section, it is deafening. I somehow can hear faint voices of Carson, Mandi, Lou, The Heckler and his boom box. I seriously felt like I was at a rock concert. This section gave me new lungs and legs for 4-5 seconds, and I would need them. I could have used them longer, but I’ll take what I can get.
dry ass turn into the barriers, where it got super noisy.
Utah ends up passing me on the steeper road climb and says grab on. It’s a hill, a nice short power one, and I can’t do anything. He is gone. At some point on lap 3 or 4, he passes me again. I’m foaming at the mouth at this point and can’t figure out WTF happened. 2 minutes later I realize he must have flatted.
My face is getting worse and worse. Feels like it's melting.
The whole race goes like this. I can get passed by tons of people I normally don’t see in races. I could name them all, friends, people I just see at the races, people I have seen race other faster cats, all of them. I felt like I was a boy among men, who let me play in their race. Just about every single person said some words of encouragement as they blew my doors off.
Towards the end of the last lap I am passed by Mandell, Frank O and Ilya. I do my best to stick to their wheels on the downhill into the road, but I can’t. I coast into the finish.
death.
Then, I think I had the most Zen moment I ever had in cycling ever. I have no idea where I finished but I felt like I finished good, and where I normally would. I see tons of really fast people, huddled over their bikes. I roll over and we all weep in pain. We all give props and pounds all around. This brief moment of joy that it is over, the pain my legs and lungs, seeing the pain in the faces of everyone around me and the pure sportsmanship and happiness we have towards each other is just amazing. It’s almost as if the race results have no bearing on how we treat each other. We are all just happy that we aren’t dead and more proud of the person who finished behind us then the result we had of our own. I’m not sure if I am describing this properly, so if someone else has experienced this moment, please try and help me out.
As of Monday morning, I still have no idea where I finished, and I’m not sure I care. (12:49 edit, 22nd place) The day was amazing with amazing people that I'm glad to race every day, cheer for, heckle (with love) and call friends, even if it is just for a couple of months out of the year. (12:49 edit, 22nd place)
I do look forward to the last three races of cross though; Mostly because it will soon be over. My mountain bike looks so sad. I'm sure my bike handling skills are just as bad too. I need to goto Utah's school of MTBing, not sure if they are accepting applicants yet :hmmm:
So everything has been running so smoothly. House inspection, hitting all the dates, no snags with credit or money questions, etc. Reading everyone elses horror stories and doubt of turn around time make me nervous, as I don’t have any clue of what I am really doing. I know how tools work, lefty loosey, so on and so forth, but one thing is for sure, We are ready for this. Thankfully we have somewhere else to stay while we do repairs and revamp things. This is good and bad, as we won’t feel like we are rushed and can do what we want/need to do, but at the same time, I feel like we could get lazy with it. I have adopted Mandis psychological sayings of “do it right the first time”. It started when she bought bike clothes and gear. She would always buy the best stuff. She still has most of that stuff. On the other hand, I was buying cheaper stuff to get by. I probably spent the same amount of money.
Our closing was scheduled for 11/12/13 (which is an awesome date) but is now pushed back to “maybe” this Friday. The anticipation lingers, and we wait longer.
Can cats catch on fire without touching flames?
Our cat loves our portable heater that we use when it gets chilly. I know cats like warm things. Hell, Molly has figured out that when she’s cold, the DVR box on the dresser with the TV acts like her own personal heated bed. Sometimes she won’t even flinch when she’s on it. We have caught the cat next to the heater for hours on end, within inches of the heated metal. Can she catch on fire? I pick her up after she is laying next to it and she feels like she was being baked in an oven.
HPCX
I always can tell where I’m going to die on a cross course when I’m pre-riding. I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad thing. Usually when the bad things are at the end of the course, they do not help me in finishing well. I think about how hard I’m going to have to hit other sections in order to try and gap people. As always, I arrive early, heckle, pre ride a lot, and chat it up. You know the drill. You skip this part anyway and figure out the part where I start racing… right? Or why do you come anyway? That is a better question.
At the start we all compare numbers and figure out who is where. I find myself near all the usual suspects. They call numbers for the first row and suddenly switch to names. They say a bunch of names I don’t know, then say mine. Huh? I roll with it and wheel my bike up into the third row. I notice a empty spot in front of another guy who I look at and point and ask if he wants it. He says now, and I, without hesitation, step up and take this spot. Whoa. I can see the start line. At first I was super excited, I’m going to crush this and kill it. Then reality sets in. I’m in front of 50 other people. I look down and notice my chain is off the front ring and get a little heckle from my friends. Which makes everything less serious.
Whistle goes and for the first time, I have to actually have a good start. I don’t miss my pedal, clip in and boom, we are off. Up the road we go. I find a spot to draft up the hill and into the grass. I squeeze past the bottle neck point without any real issues or hang ups. This is weird. Usually I’m fighting my way through elbows and peoples shoulders to stay up right. I come through the barriers and people are yelling “TOP 10 PEARL” WTF? This isn’t normal. I feel okay, and can ride with people I haven’t before. Mostly because the first half of the lap is relatively flat compared to the back half. Some people I look forward to chasing are around and I can get around some of them. Is today the day where it’s all coming together? Then I look down and realize I’m only 4 minutes into this 45 minute race. And I’m not over the climbs yet.
We start climbing and my speeds drop. As they should, but I really feel like I’m going backwards. I stick with my big ring and I lose a spot or two on the steep pavement. This will be a trend going forward. I come around for the start of lap 2 and sudden I feel this rush of energy at the start. I feel like someone is behind me pushing me. I swear I gained about 2-3 MPH faster. I can’t figure out what it was though. Then I see Sean Pasekia pass me. Holy crap, he wasted a ton of energy. He gave me some words of encouragement, but these roads are just too steep and long for me to go any faster.
Want to learn how to bleed spots? Inquire within.
Every time around the barrier section, it is deafening. I somehow can hear faint voices of Carson, Mandi, Lou, The Heckler and his boom box. I seriously felt like I was at a rock concert. This section gave me new lungs and legs for 4-5 seconds, and I would need them. I could have used them longer, but I’ll take what I can get.
dry ass turn into the barriers, where it got super noisy.
Utah ends up passing me on the steeper road climb and says grab on. It’s a hill, a nice short power one, and I can’t do anything. He is gone. At some point on lap 3 or 4, he passes me again. I’m foaming at the mouth at this point and can’t figure out WTF happened. 2 minutes later I realize he must have flatted.
My face is getting worse and worse. Feels like it's melting.
The whole race goes like this. I can get passed by tons of people I normally don’t see in races. I could name them all, friends, people I just see at the races, people I have seen race other faster cats, all of them. I felt like I was a boy among men, who let me play in their race. Just about every single person said some words of encouragement as they blew my doors off.
Towards the end of the last lap I am passed by Mandell, Frank O and Ilya. I do my best to stick to their wheels on the downhill into the road, but I can’t. I coast into the finish.
death.
Then, I think I had the most Zen moment I ever had in cycling ever. I have no idea where I finished but I felt like I finished good, and where I normally would. I see tons of really fast people, huddled over their bikes. I roll over and we all weep in pain. We all give props and pounds all around. This brief moment of joy that it is over, the pain my legs and lungs, seeing the pain in the faces of everyone around me and the pure sportsmanship and happiness we have towards each other is just amazing. It’s almost as if the race results have no bearing on how we treat each other. We are all just happy that we aren’t dead and more proud of the person who finished behind us then the result we had of our own. I’m not sure if I am describing this properly, so if someone else has experienced this moment, please try and help me out.
As of Monday morning, I still have no idea where I finished, and I’m not sure I care. (12:49 edit, 22nd place) The day was amazing with amazing people that I'm glad to race every day, cheer for, heckle (with love) and call friends, even if it is just for a couple of months out of the year. (12:49 edit, 22nd place)
I do look forward to the last three races of cross though; Mostly because it will soon be over. My mountain bike looks so sad. I'm sure my bike handling skills are just as bad too. I need to goto Utah's school of MTBing, not sure if they are accepting applicants yet :hmmm:
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I felt kinda bad on that one...I remember telling you to stay with me...then thinking "shit I REALLY need to go on full attack on this climb since im not winning turning battles in mac B, sorry man" . But still, you did outstanding...You reminded me of the 60's mini coopers winning rally races. 🙂
Bernard Hinault just threw up in his mouth a little. This sounds like Andy Schleck and Alberto Contador after a race.
seanrunnette shakes head in disappointment
Said the bishop the showgirl. AMAZING RIDE! So freaking stoked to see you hammering like that, esp. on a course that was made out of nuttin' but pain and shite. A really monumental day. (I've been waiting for your recap all morning.)
Oh, and we'll school you on Hinault. All you really need to to know about him is this: He hated Paris-Roubaix, so he only did it once. He won. BADGER!
Oh, and we'll school you on Hinault. All you really need to to know about him is this: He hated Paris-Roubaix, so he only did it once. He won. BADGER!
Pearl
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
he was a *****?
damn you, sean's avatar
Protesters blocked the road the was on TDF for some reason and Hinualt wasn't having it...