Good times at the mall…

That kid is on the escalator again! ~ Brodie

Rach needed some new glasses in the worst way (they were scratched by a bunny, then finally just snapped in two) so we headed down to Flatiron Mall yesterday to get her set up. It is good to know that neither of us has matured past the age of about 14. The Dick’s Sporting Goods signage made for several hours of hilarity.

We saw several hideous babies, and the world’s biggest stroller as well as the dude from the cell phone kiosk unabashedly hitting on the Falafel girl. Ah young love… in the food court.

Pottery Barn Kids had a selection of $80 Halloween costumes – a far cry from the plastic smock with the Incredible Hulk’s face plastered on the chest of my youth. Seriously, did we really need a Pottery Barn just for kids? But I digress…

In any event, given that we were at the friggin’ mall, we had a pretty good time and managed to get out of the glasses shop without succumbing to the recommended frames pushed by the glasses shop fraus. Seriously, the checkerboard temples just weren’t going to fly and I forbade even looking in the case that contained the Sarah Palin frames. Anything in there was tainted by her very mention.

We got out alive and relatively unscathed. And without purchasing any Mammoth Crocs or “Fuggs” as Rach dubbed them and I managed to not throw up when passing the candle store. That place tosses a serious reek.



Just a quick one before bed. The world record for the marathon was broken over the weekend. First time anyone has run under 2:04. Simply amazing.

And speaking of amazing. Rach made me TWO KINDS of cookies while I was on my run today. Made the leaden run somehow way better.

She rules.


Mach V…

Okay, here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed. One winner, forty-two losers. I eat losers for breakfast. Breakfast? Maybe I should have had breakfast? Brekkie could be good for me. No, no, no, focus. Speed. Faster than fast, quicker than quick. I am Lightning. ~ Lightning McQueen

DSL, I must say, is the friggin’ BOMB! So fast, especially up. Loving it.

Also, I had a kickass run yesterday. 10 miles with 5 at mega-fast (probably like 10K) pace. I am still slow but 5 miles in 37 minutes with about half of that being uphill is not too shabby for a Stu.

And Rach made me cookies (and you know Rach makes the world’s BEST cookies). All in all a good day.

I am off to Boulder to run with Pete and watch some adventure film.


Rach rules…

What’s wrong with being sexy? ~ Nigel Tufnel

I meant to get this posted earlier in the week but have been distracted.

You ever have someone that just knows you? Well, I do and she is awesome. The other day, she was relating the story of her grandfather and how he left his family with a creed:

What one lives for may be uncertain, but how he lives is not…. Man should live nobly though he does not see any practical reason for it, simply because in the mysterious, inexplicable mixture of beauty and ugliness — virtue and baseness — in which he finds himself, he must want to be on the side of the beautiful and the virtuous.

~Oren K. Palmer

Wonderful words to live by.

So given that I am one of those people who never lets a serious moment pass without an attempt at a joke (usually pilfered from someone else), I said, “Rach, you know what my creed is, right?”

To which she replied in a slurred English accent, “Have a good… time… ALL the time.”

Gotta love it when your special lady taps into Viv Savage’s philosophy of life — and precisely the obscure quote from a 24-year-old movie that was going through my head.