What happens when you decide to do your first triathlon, a half ironman, in an alcohol induced daze?

"Somehow this ridiculous idea had hatched in the pub last Christmas. In a stupor of alcohol, and in a pathetic attempt to make good at least one of the things that I'd said I would do before I turned 30, I had agreed to enter the UK Half-Ironman. This despite the fact that I had never done a triathlon before, didn't own a bike and could barely swim. Some decisions should never be left to the alcohol fairies. Nine months later and the morning of Sunday September 8th found me quietly praying, wishing I had done more swimming and biking and wondering how I ever thought this was a good idea."

A very amusing account of Rob Wilby's first race. The story covers the standard 6:00 am smearing of Vaseline and spraying of Pam as you get into your wetsuit, the craving bacon sandwiches-or some favorite food, hoping for flats, the realization that you may be walking instead of running and after finishing the miserable race the promise to never do it again.

This story illustrates why my sport of choice is the greatest. Well, maybe the greatest for anal compulsives.

3:21:57 PM    comment []

Sometimes it is a good idea to "just say no."

An Athens' man was asked by Arizona state police if it was all right if they searched his car during a traffic violation stop. He gave permission. The police found 40 pounds of marijuana in the trunk. What was he thinking? Was he on drugs?

Police they asked permission because the man, an Athens' bar owner, was acting suspiciously. Perhaps he was eyeing the officer's donuts a bit too much?

11:50:49 AM    comment []

A stripper, a thong, a helmet, a fire truck and a Rolling Stones' concert. Just another night!

Except the firemen are probably not supposed to take a ladder truck to a Stones' concert when not there in official capacity, and be photographed taking photographs of a stripper in a thong wearing a helmet posing on the truck.

I don't see her running into a burning building wearing those heels.

Kudos to The Raven for spotting these pictures, not that he notices this kind of thing often.

What leads a woman to marry a convicted murderer who is in prison for life?

Knowing he'll never be unfaithful with another woman?

Knowing he'll never kill his parents again?

Not having to use the ol' headache excuse?

Knowing he can't use the ol' headache excuse?

Won't make messes and leave his laundry laying around the house, or ever even be at the house?

Tammi, the woman who married parent killer Erik Menendez while he was in jail on life with no parole, said Erik's kindness and sensitivity had drawn her to him.

"He's always there for me."

Well, he's not going anywhere. She intelligently adds,

"I just am really attracted to this person. And it's not a good thing, because he's incarcerated."

Another intelligent quote was thrown in by Erik when he said,

"It would change my life, if I could just hear my mother say, 'It's alright, I love you.'"

What a shame he killed her. Now he will never hear her say that.

9:50:11 AM    comment []