This is how things go when I take Riley to the dog park. It goes like this for at least 20 minutes and then he decides maybe he’ll play with the other dogs. Mama didn’t raise no shy puppy, boy.
Iowa would not have been next on my mental list of states that would be okay with this!
DES MOINES, Iowa – A Polk County judge on Thursday struck down Iowa’s law banning gay marriage and ordered the county recorder to permit gay and lesbian couples to marry (via)
My favorite response to people against allowing gays and lesbians to marry? Disappointment. Is it disappointing because the homos are going to make marriage not as sacred at it should be? Never mind the Hollywood stars who get married for three months before calling it quits, or the reality show people who want the entire process up to their weddings all on TV for everyone to see – both of those examples just scream PERFECT EXAMPLE OF A NORMAL MARRIAGE to me.
Gov. Chet Culver issued a statement stating his opposition to gay marriage.Â “While some Iowans may disagree on this issue, I personally believe marriage is between a man and a woman,” Culver said.
But yet he fails to say why he “personally believes” that. Nice one, Chet.
I’m sure it’s just a short-term victory, but I’d almost pay money to see the line at the courthouse tomorrow morning in Des Moines with people applying to get their marriage licenses.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a long weekend and not gotten out of town as quickly as possible. This weekend, I have a wedding that I have to go to, and I’ve added in a baseball game and possibly a Minnesota Vixen football game, depending on how my schedule plays out. If it weren’t for all of that, I could see myself enjoying some on the beach holidays without hesitation.
I’d find myself a beach chair with some shade and plant myself firmly for a good three days in some all-inclusive resort so I wouldn’t have to worry about the laundry list of island-related drinks I’d have coming one right after the other. Some time on a sandy beach, with only a short walk back to my mini-fridge equipped resort room, is exactly what I could use right now.
Maybe I’d spend the long weekend on the shore of Ibiza, since it does have the largest club in the world, taking advantage of sleeping until noon, spending some time on the beach, napping in the early evening, and then heading out to dance until the sun comes up. Yeah, I could handle that in about three months when my poor, aching feet have healed.
Until then, I’ll have to settle for some time on the couch watching Who’s the Boss? reruns and just thinking about my feet in the Mediterranean Sea instead.
I have some photos and I have some stories, but I’ll start off my summary of this year’s 3 Day Walk with a video I took during the morning of the 2nd day. It’s 45 seconds long, so we maybe covered 1/16th of a mile during that time. We walked 60 miles, and this is what it’s like:
You can watch it on repeat for about 8 hours a day for 3 days straight, and it’ll be like you’re right there during the whole walk. Seriously.
As soon as I can walk without grimacing and flex my calves without wincing, I’ll stop going to bed at 10:30 and have some actual content for you to read about. Until then, thank you for your donations and for helping me the 2007 Breast Cancer 3 Day Walk yet another successful effort in finding a cure for breast cancer. This year, the Twin Cities walk alone raised over $6.5 million.
I’m not dressed, but everything else is packed up and ready to head on out of here.
If you want to text us good luck during the walk, feel free. If you call, I won’t be able to answer it without stopping, and I’m sure I’m not going to want to stop. Here’s my # six-one-two, four-one-four, two-seven-four-nine. And don’t forget to tell me who you are, because I don’t have everyone’s phone number. Duh.
THANK YOU for all of your support and incredible generosity! You all help make this so awesome every single year!
Twenty-four hours from now, I’ll be at least 15-miles into our 60-mile walk. Jenni and I will probably be giddy at this point, or into our not-talking just-wanna-get-to-camp phase, which is scary and you probably don’t want to see it. It’s possible we could also be in the “Our friends are so fucking awesome!” phase, because that’s a lot of our conversation during the walk.
I had an idea that I wanted to post something all heartfelt before starting off on the walk tomorrow morning, but work’s got me running in circles and there’s still laundry to be done if I plan on wearing a shirt during The 3 Day.
Here’s a list that Jenni posted on our team website of locations you can cheer us on. The cheering stations are seriously one of our most favorite parts of all, and you’ll see why if you show up to one. And here’s the information for Closing Ceremonies.
And if you happen to drive by and see a bunch of people walking with somewhat haggard looks on their faces, honk and wave – for just a brief moment, it’ll make them forget they have miles and miles ahead of them.
Funniest thing ever. (via this link
During the 2005 3 Day Walk, we walked in a lot of rain, slept on gym floors, and finished the walk with temperatures so hot we were laying on piles of ice at each pit stop.
Last year, the weather was beautiful – in the 80s, maybe? Enough to sweat a lot, but not enough to cause a lot of random heat strokes. And, you know, that’s a good thing.
This year’s weather forecast for the weekend I’ll spend walking 60 miles? Looking mighty fine!
I’m more than happy with this forecast!
I rarely get all worked up about getting older. It’s gonna happen, I can’t stop it, no big deal. I think it’s the idea of other people getting older that I don’t handle so well.
Example: I was just reading the Sedalia Democrat online and read where a kid I used to coach on her 4th grade basketball team is now a first grade teacher at the elementary school I went to as a kid. WHAT THE HELL? Last time I saw that kid, she was nine, and that’s how old she needs to remain!
Another kid I used to coach, possibly on that same team, is married and has three kids. Again with the WHAT THE HELL? You should still be in elementary school and not sure where babies come from, not starting your own basketball team by procreating!