Any excuse for a drink

Just found out I was accepted into an MBA program starting winter term.  Shouldn't be a huge surprise considering it's a program at the university where I'm currently employed and I had members of the administration writing my recommendation letters, but it was still nice to have confirmed.  It is a big change from originally applying to grad school, where my rejection letter wall was starting to rival some of the larger collections on my floor.

But it's a nice reason to have a drink with dinner tonite I guess, and that's all I need at this point.

Current beer-scale: 8.7

I've created a new drink

I call it a 'slightly canadian' and the key ingredient is a splash of maple rye. Start with any other whiskey or rye you have on hand on ice,  throw some maple rye over it and there you have it.  Now to try it with every kind of rye I have in the house.

Current beer-scale: a Tuesday-friendly 7.2

at least you're trying

With a 15-month old I'm trying to stop using certain words.  The c-word had worked its way into my regular vocabulary before he was born, and that's probably a bad thing.  But some mornings the commute is so bad it's like riding through a retarded assholes convention and you can't help but let a few things slip you probably shouldn't.

I don't care if you're also on a bike, but if you run a red to turn and cut me off I'm going to throw a few words at you when I pass you.  If you drive a cab but don't feel like stopping at a stop sign, I'm going to tell you to go fuck yourself.  That's just the way things work.  It's hotter than balls out and everyone is going crazy.

Current beer-scale: 9.5, just like the temperature out.

Gotta beat the heat

however you can.

Current beer-scale: 9.8

mush daddy, mush!

With a heat index in the mid-90's I was telling myself yesterday would be a slow day.  That lasted about half the AM commute until I got buzzed and decided to keep up with the ladies that zoomed by.  And then the daycare called, and the boy had fallen, hit his head, and thrown up.  So the commute back home to get him wasn't any slower.  If anything, it was faster.  Panic and fear can be great motivators.   

Turns out he was fine, thank god.  Just threw up after everyone fussing over him got him upset it seems, and a loooooooong trip to the ER confirmed a concussion was not likely.  It was a rough day though, made worse by the fact that the trip was perfectly timed so he missed his usual lunch and nap-times, and I wouldn't let him sleep in the car thanks to the concussion fears.  Ugh.  That was the worst part of the day actually.

So he's fine, I didn't quite get heatstroke, finished the day with a maple rye, and now everything is back to normal for a late night at the office today.  Goodie.

Current beer-scale: 8.9

That was quick

So the Sunday ride came together and then came apart just as quickly-it's hard to keep going if your kid doesn't really seem to be enjoying things. Which was too bad, I was looking forward to taking a longer ride this morning. But a ride is a ride, and there's always tomorrow.

Current beer-scale: 7.1 and going liquor shopping instead

Done shopping

Not sure about the fenders, but it's a fun ride. And for the right price too, 30% off. The wife is happy with her new trek, so all in all I feel like I can start to get over having the bike stolen in the first place.

There's still more to do to get a more personalized fit, but that can wait until I've taken a few more rides (took it out on the path in the burbs, I hate the path. Even with Dairy Queen involved). For now I'm happy planning a possible Sunday ride with everyone.

Current beer-scale: a sugary post-colada 4.9

The little things

Sniff sniff.

Yeah, smells awesome out.

Current beer-scale: a holiday-ish 7.3