superduperpirate

When I was in the military I spent a decent chunk of time stationed in pacific time zone. One upside was not having to stay up nearly as late to watch sports games to their conclusion.

I loved my parents when they still lived, and will love their memory until my last day. But I was glad to live a few hours away by car.

In order of proximity:

1. MIL - she lives a bit over an hour away by car on the opposite side of the metro area that I live in.
2. Sibling 1, their spouse, & younger child - live 4.5-5 hours away by car, depending on traffic & pit stops. Different metro area in my same state (state 1).
3. Nibling 1 (sibling 1’s elder child) & their spouse - live about 17 hours away by car in a sizable metro area in state 2
4. Sibling 2, their spouse, & only child - live about 31 hours away by car in a rural-ish community in state 3.

Nibling 1 & sibling 2 could be reached much more quickly by flying. Direct flights to nibling 1’s city exist, but traveling to sibling 2’s city would require at least 1 layover+connecting flight and either 1 hour or 3 hours driving in a rental car, depending on which nearby airport we flew into.

Deceased kin & how far away they lived at time of death:

1. FIL - cohabitated with MIL about an hour away
2. dad - 3 hours away by car
3. mom - 4.5 hours away by car (after dad died she moved to the same metro area as sibling 1, but half an hour drive from sibling 1, where she continued to live until she also croaked)

Ha! Not sure how much that would have helped, since I’d have still looked like Peter Griffin albeit with perky boobs.

1. Peoria IL
2. Rockford IL
3. Waterbury CT
4. Syracuse NY
5. Albany NY
6. Paterson NJ
7. Elgin IL
8. Aurora IL
9. Rochester NY
10. Pearland TX

Drunk: brazenly hitting on a lesbian who was holding hands with her partner

High: one time at the dentist, they gave me anesthesia prior to oral surgery (remember to brush & floss, kids). I was high enough that I thought they were going to give me a boob job instead of a root canal. Because I was high as a kite, I couldn’t really move or communicate, so I just went in & out of consciousness. This was a dozen or so years ago, and I just remember being confused the rest of the day about it.

Now that you mention this, I can just make out that it’s an  and not an A on the packaging.

That’s certainly one way to get your name in the record books

I went to a local park by myself today and did the trail there. It was 3.22 mi (5.18 km).

It was hell.

The middle 60% of the route was a dirt path. Except it rained recently, and due to ongoing cloud cover the middle 60% was actually mud.

It was like trying to walk on a slip & slide. It was frustrating in the extreme. I persisted because I’m stubborn and not terribly sensible.

Never again will I attempt that trail, even if there hasn’t been any recent rain.

What I do need to do, is find a local park with a dirt path that has better drainage. Jogging on sidewalks is starting to make my feet hurt.

I haven’t posted on here, and that’s unlikely to change any time soon.

I comment in spurts: nothing at all for a few days, then several in a single day when topics pique my interest.

I’d like to see more content, particularly in the communities that I follow.

LIGHTYEARS by Dirt Monkey

Part of why it’s so catchy for me is how it samples Suzanne Vega’s hit Tom’s Diner.

Signing him to that contract in the first place was one of the dumber moves in terms of roster construction I’ve ever seen (from someone not named Jerry Jones). Even a Deshaun Watson without the sexual assault habit wasn’t worth what they gave him.