Hurricane Sandy is upon us. Bah. Saturday was spent getting in the final ride before the wet and wind comes and making sure a few things were stashed and battened down. The whole hill behind our house looks like this:
I'm hoping things stay where they should. I really don't want to live with an African Grey parrot in a hotel room.
This has also been the week of Frankenknee. I had a little accident last weekend and lost the ability to go up and down stairs (or an incline) without looking pathetic. I was going to post a picture but it could have been be mistaken for a big, discolored ass cheek. It did not look like a knee until recently when the swollen, juiciness subsided. I can finally see my knee cap again.
Mike, Dave and I went for our pre-storm ride which I am now referring to as the 'Diva Ride'. Somebody needed a Snickers and it wasn't me and it wasn't Dave. That's all I'm gonna say. After 30 minutes of having to walk sideways up ANY incline, I decided to leave the Divaness and do what I could do on the rail trail. It's still a little angry with me today, but I have a feeling I may have a few days to rest it.
|All lights are on deck and unfortunately not in anticipation of a night ride|
Guess who came out to play for Halloween? Stupid Cadbury. Of course it's together with my other favorite...the holiday Reese's. Reese's always taste better when it's a pumpkin, tree or egg. I didn't do it. I did stare at it and obviously take a picture like a freak.
Instead, I came home and made "Deconstructed Pizza". There is absolutely nothing pizza like about it. Okay, maybe the olives, mushrooms and tomatoes. That's a stretch. It's actually really good. It's just not pizza. I prefer to call it "Meat Surprise with spinach and mushrooms."
Looks like I'm done blogging. Sandy's here and the lights keep flickering. Talk to you on the other side.