dig that steam, giant butt, makes me scream I get nuh-nuh-nothing but the shakes over you
and nothing else could ever do, you know that you want it, I know what you need
throw my rope, loop-de-loop, nice white teeth Betty Boop
My first run since December 7 … says RunKeeper. Sitting, waiting for my noon consult appointment, figured I’d dust off my Saucony Virratas and give it a go. Beautiful, sunny day, I don’t mind the cold temp, and I knew roads were clear of ice, and traffic would be minimal, so off I went. Only two hundred meters in, my legs were so tight, I really didn’t think I’d be able to continue running, and I’m not joking when I say this … I never thought I’d be able to run … AGAIN. As in, I’ll never regain my form. But, I persevered and at my 5 minute audio cue was at 1.03 kilometers – a 4:48 km pace. Certainly not fast, but I’ll take it. And the only reason it dropped, was me having trouble, fiddling trying to get my phone out of my pocket to stop the activity. And, as I write/post this … my lungs are SCREAMING!!
Everywhere you looked around today, anyone you spoke with … the anticipation was palpable, the vibe was in the air. No other Olympic Medal won to date for Canada in the 2014 Sochi Olympics would mean more to us as a nation than winning the Gold Medal in today’s women’s Ice Hockey Final. Think about that for a moment. Down 2-0 with three minutes and a half remaining in women’s hockey greatest rivalry, things looked bleak … silver bleak. A minute later, USA’s lead is cut in half, and our hopes quadrupled. We’re back in it … for now. Now, what happened next, for as long as I live, I’ll never forget this. With our goalie pulled, looking for the tying goal, … the linesman bodychecks the Canadian defenseman at the blueline … not only taking away an easy dump in, keeping the pressure on for Canada … but instead, giving an empty net freebie shot for the Americans … and after those few agonizing seconds …watching the puck nearing the empty net,  watching slow motion-ish as it appears to be going in … it hits the post, almost miracously!! OMG, losing the game that way woulda been a travesty! We kept fighting, came back and scored forcing overtime … and then won Gold in glorious sudden death overtime fashion! Greatest game EVER … way to go girls … you done us proud!!
We can’t fall any further
If we can’t feel ordinary love
And we cannot reach any higher
If we can’t deal with ordinary love
Birds fly high in the summer sky
And rest on the breeze
The same wind will take care of you and I
We’ll build our house in the trees
… your heart is on my sleeve
… my little Minsk!! Don’t let conspiring American media make you think different. Just because she ain’t American, and just because she competes in a sport you don’t identify with, in a country well beyond your borders, make no mistake about it … triple Gold Medal winner Belarusian biathlete Darya Domracheva is the star of the Sochi Show!! She completely dominated her competitors … all three wins were won handily, making her accomplishments all the more impressive … хорошо!!
Biathlon Women’s Pursuit – Gold Medal
Biathlon Women’s Individual – Gold Medal
Biathlon Women’s Mass Start – Gold Medal
Been non-bloggin’ ’bout the Olympics! Sochi what? None of your business! I did awake early (2 a.m.) anticipating this race. I’ve been trying to watch as much live Alpine Skiing as I can despite the awkward 9 hour time difference. This foxy-chick f’n rocks (and, she ain’t even Canuckian)! She absolutely destroyed the course! Great job girl!
Gold medalist – Anna Fenninger from Austria!
And you’re feelin’ like a part of you is dying
And you’re looking for the answer in her eyes
You lay your bets and then you pay the price
The things we do for love, the things we do for love
Birds fly high in the summer sky
And rest on the breeze
The same wind will take care of you and
We’ll build our house in the trees
… Your heart is on my sleeve
Happy V Day …
my danistrulytheman curiosity kitty version. don’t just stand there – do SOMETHING!
… dumb broad was overwhelmed at the pumps with the busyness/congestion. it was all I could do squeezing by her as she remained a proverbial deer in headlights hogging the entrance, motionless. i drove past, quickly cranked my car and reversed into the last non-occupied lane. a few moments later, she puttered past – i looked over and saw her cap was on the same side as my car, and she coulda easily pulled this same manoeuvre herself. instead bambi, exited the gas station on empty fumes, and with time wasted.
… Rob Ford luvin’ motherfucker!! But she just smartly sits there … quietly, nodding listening to yer retardedness … uh hmm, uh hmm – ing away while ya happily-slappily suck his cock. No sense potentially sacrificing gorgeous locks, with disagreeing! Hey, Tiff def ain’t no coiffedummy, lol!!