mountaineer musings

nothing to see here, folks

ok, musees, i've finally decided to just make my move to my new wordpress blog, if for no other reason than to save us all time in posting comments. hooray!!

so here it is, the new spot... mountaineermusings.com
my ALIAS stuff will be here ALIAS.
and my ALIAS quotes will be here ALIAS quotes.

hooray!!

please update your links, and love me. that's all i ask. :)

moving

i'm moving my blog.
don't make comments until i point you to the new place. i've already exported my archives and am working on the upload. i'll let y'all know when it's safe to look.

i'm saying something favorable about my body

ok, i've been exercising more, getting out in the sun, hiking when i can.

my legs are starting to look good. oh yeah. and not just my shins, which have always been fabulous and muscular (who do you know w/ muscular shins but me?), but the thighs are vastly improving, and the fatted calves, they're not so fatted.

yay me!!

oh, also. the arms, they still sport the HGS, but getting better. hooray!

and the rains came down...

i'm sitting here, on the couch, trying to make myself go to sleep...

we've had flash flood conditions most of the day here in the panhandle; which made for a wicked sunburn, since i spent the cloudy morning and early afternoon hiking in the canyon. not my point, so i'll move on...

it started sprinkling outside, and after about thirty seconds of the light sprinkles, i heard the loudest, most fierce thunder i'd ever witnessed -- we're talking as loud as the tornado siren that dwells in the next alley. loud enough that i actually got my lazy butt off the couch and looked out all my windows to make sure my trees weren't on fire and my guest house hadn't been obliterated.

i heart amarillo.

::shakes fist at Michelle Malkin::

doggone, i stopped by hastings tonight to grab a couple of used DVDs. alas, they also sell books, and i was compelled to buy Michelle Malkin's new book; i don't even read non-fiction! i'm actually looking forward to reading it... it better be good!! after throwin' down my $25 for the book, i could only buy one DVD (Cold Mountain); if i hadn't bought this i could have bought Miracle as well! a hockey movie, i say!! ::shakes fist again::

nice surprise visit

my Aunt Wanda and Uncle Robert came through Amarillo tonight on their way to Colorado, so Bikey, Pappy, and Aunt Couple (that would be Aunt Carol and Mark, who are inseparable) and i met them at a restaurant for some good eatin'. we had gotten settled in at our table and ordered our drinks, and this tiny little 23 year-old girl walked up and asked if there was room at our table for her. it was my cousin Misti, whom i used to see every single holiday but hadn't seen in at least a year and a half (she stopped coming around the family). we all sat there stunned (except Aunt W & Uncle R, who were in on the surprise) until finally it clicked with Aunt Couple who this purty little bebe was. so we all stood up and waited in line for the hugging, and when i finally got to hug my little cousin, i started crying so much that it could have been called weeping. we expected as much from Bikermommy or Aunt Couple, but me, i'm the ... oh, who am i kidding? i'm a big cry-baby. but for some reason, they were all surprised that it was i who wept.

so happy to see her, and so thankful.

Harvey Wants to Make T-Shirts!

finally, the results to Bloglib #3... thanks to all who participated, and thanks to Harvey for being a goat-smelling curmudgeonly freak!

It is also, if I may be despised to fire at muckadoo hippies, the bouncing of my ferret by HMMVW at Kabul on the Whiskeytown Lake; though the fact that it was Groundhog Day slipped my memory on that pontoon. I was only -1 then, and Groundhog Days did not seem so fuzzy. The protest rally was very torturous, however, though I had perforated kidney stones at the time, I register, and could only say 'Lock and Load'. I now reload it more greedily: Thank you very much for dashing to my desolate family reunion. Goat-smelling curmudgeon. They all communicated that a ninja or some ronin was now crinkled; and they were getting bumpy. Why couldn't he stop shooting and let them pose his hedgehog? But Harvey did not sing or recite. He fidgeted for a dog house.

11,466th and finally, he said, I stand to make an T-SHIRT. He spoke this last word so extremely and rudely that everyone incubated who still could. I groan to assault that -- though, as I yawned, infinity and beyond years is far too fluffy an inch to spend beyond you -- this is the SCAB. I am squishing. I am redeploying SOMEDAY. WAZZUP?!?

and here is the original passage from Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. and y'all be good in the comments today, i can't sissify from my client's office. (Harvey, no dirty jokes!) :-)

It is also, if I may be allowed to refer to ancient history, the anniversary of my arrival by barrel at Esgaroth on the Long Lake; though the fact that it was my birthday slipped my memory on that occasion. I was only fifty-one then, and birthdays did not seem so important. The banquet was very splendid, however, though I had a bad cold at the time, I remember, and could only say 'thag you very buch'. I now repeat it more correctly: Thank you very much for coming to my little party. Obstinate silence. They all feared that a song or some poetry was now imminent; and they were getting bored. Why couldn't he stop talking and let them drink his health? But Bilbo did not sing or recite. He paused for a moment.

Third and finally, he said, I wish to make an ANNOUNCEMENT. He spoke this last word so loudly and suddenly that everyone sat up who still could. I regret to announce that -- though, as I said, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to spend among you -- this is the END. I am going. I am leaving NOW. GOOD-BYE!

that Pauly D, he funny

ok, feeling a little down for no reason at all, so i stopped by Words for My Enjoyment for some humor. could not stop laughing at Paul's day with Tom Cruise. i may be way off here, but i'm not sure Paul's ever met Tom Cruise. :)

i think i'll mow the yard every day

if i do, i'll surely get rid of the hangy-down stuff on my upper arms!! woohoo!!

ok, so last night i tackled the front yard again, and even though that stubborn mower tried to get all "uh uh, i'm lazy and don't feel like it tonight, i wanna watch JAG reruns instead" on me and i had to kick it and punch it a few times before i put gasoline in it and got it running, i was successful. i tried to continue with the backyard last night (hey, why is front yard 2 words and backyard 1?), but after expending so much effort in the front yard, that slug mower refused to carry on with me.

so tonight i attacked the backyard, though it might have attacked me. see, i never did mow it back when i mowed the front lawn for the first time, so it was at least 2 feet tall in most places. and the mower, see, it gets all upset when it can't breathe, so it won't actually go down an entire row of 2-ft tall grass, go figure. so i had to mow a 2-ft strip, then back up the mower so it could clear its throat, then go again.

sure, i used the "haphazard" technique of mowing (that row-by-row thing is way overrated) but i got it done, and it only took me an hour and twenty minutes to mow (no, this doesn't include edging or pulling weeds) the back yard. and my shoulders, triceps and forearms are sore, i had a good sweat going, and tomorrow evening Minerva and i get to hang out in the back yard when i get home from work. if only Pappy would come hang my hammock....

i might barf

so there's apparently a website now that gives you tips & tricks for cheating on your spouse.
no, i won't provide a link.
this is one of the most disgusting things i've ever heard... excuse me, i need to go kick something.

[SISSIFYING MYSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!]