Oh. The Huge Manatee!

WOW!, i feel like t.o.double.d, or maple, or so pro, or j pows, or hey-yo or... i havnt updated in... im still alittle off my game, so for now, ill just start with the manditory catching up. a sumerazation of the recent past, if you will... training/racing has been a bit more time consuming the usual as of late with the big races stacked up at the end of the season like this. only one more left on the schedual for the year, and thats U.S. cross nats this sat in Providence. the fordcast is shoing 100% chance of of snow, so im pretty pumped for that. nothing like the faces of those CA boys on the start line when its 25* and icey. things have been pretty hektic at home as well. A mass of racers have been in and out, using us as a base camp for this past weekends C2's in and this coming weekends nats. Snannon Skerrit and Barry Wicks got in last friday and were here thru the weekends races. Adam Craig showed up for saturday night, then left sunday night. Skerrit left mon morning and Tree Farm got in Tuesday afternoon. Wicks, McCormick, Tonkin, and me did a MTB ride in Foxburo on Tuesday, then Barry and Trebon rode here today. they leave tomorow afternoon for RI and skerit comes back at night... confused yet?... me too... point is, its been an amazing experence to get to spend some time with these guys. there the best at what they do, and there knowledge they pass on is pricless. its truely been an honar. did i mention i had the SAT's on Saturday morning... that was a blast. the most exciting news is that this site is behind TWO, ( thats right... TWO ), countdows... only this time, im not going anywhere... more details to come. for now, ill leave you with the name of this band. ( or piret ), NUCLEAR BUTTERFLYS. ive recently learned how to make the most amazing omlets. it took years of admiring the work of others to perfect the craft and finaly reach this state. ( not to exclude the other 100 or so, but id like to thank Laurey Mcelwaine, that Canadian women who worked at that truck stop outside of Valdoor, Alan Reddig, Martha Stewart, Josh Lyman, Debbie Merzbach, and evry person ever eployed by the international house of pancakes ) i also wen ton a 9 day ice cream run. some chocolate or vannilla or strawburry, with some hot fudge, wipdcream, and an option of eather almonds, walnuts, or pecans. ive also further prefected my mastuery of Oreo dunking. each and evry one, fully submurged for the apropreat time, all the wile never once getting your fingers in the milk. i could write an entire post on this alone, ( and very well might ) , but for now, ill spare you. i also emptyed the "3rd floor" of evrything but the bed, and a few things on the book shelf. now begins the eqaualy as pain staking yet far more exciting prosess of filling it with all new stuff. as soon as nats are over, im off to that huge store that sells really cheap 'stuff'. did i mention NUCLEAR BUTTERFLYS? Ben and Goldey are officly., Crack Addicts. theres no other way to describe them. bark, stop. bark, stop, i wanna go out, i wanna come in, bark, bark, i want to eat, im full, i was just kidding i still want to eat, bark, bark, if i cant sleep you shouldnt be able to eather, bark, bark, i need to poop, bark, bark, feed me, feed me, im not tired, leave me alone, bark, bark, bark, hey look what i can do, bark, bark, seriously look at what im doing, bark, bark, are you looking, bark, bark, feed me again, i still need to go out but its too cold so i think ill just go in the house, bark, bark, is this how you'd treat the cat, bark, bark, bark, im still hungry here, bark, sleep... then they start all over again in the morning. i sware, youd think they were animals. some cool sites ive come across since last we spoke... Shannon Skerrit's blog at toovanillaforyou.blogspot.com , Tree Farms new thingamabober at ryantrebon.blog.com ,and some sweet cross' info at cyclocrossonline.be ive also redescovered books on tape latly. now the lack of a light in the loft is no longer keeping me from escaping into a good bed time story. ill leave it at this for now to avoide surpassing the regulations of a 'sumury'. more consistent from now on, i promise. some detailed tales of tall guys in orange spandex coming soon, and some good storys and photos will come out of nats this weekend, i am sure. oh yeah! and i found a new place to climb on my ride today. its maybe 1.5 miles north of rattlesnake, way out in the middle of north western no where. now i wait for ice to melt... any day now, you just wait. bare rook will recerfece again. last week i found what i thought at first ( and second ) to be a cannon ball. further investigation revealit it to be the missing link to someones bachi set. Who the hell is Mr. T?... thats not a fair question. ive heard of him, and id recognize him if he apeared in a 1-800-collect comercail... but beond that...i dunno a damn thing. but J Sager and C-Dogy have a bit of a man crush on him, so i did some reserch... Mr. T invented fools. in relizing the magnitude of his folly, he then created pity. Mr.T once punched Chuck Norris at the exact moment he roundhouse kicked Mr.T in the chest. the result was the 80's. There are only four horsemen of the apocalypse, because Mr. T is going to walk. Mr. T. does not break wind. He destroys it. Mr. T's edition of the VH1 show 'Where Are They Now' was the shortest in the show's history. It was 10 seconds long, and consisted of a black screen with the words "Right Behind You" written on it. Behind every great man, there is a great woman. Behind that woman is Mr. T. The last time Mr. T went to McDonald's, Ronald McDonald greeted him. What occured next proved to be the most violent beating of a clown ever recorded in human history. It took five women 2 years to give birth to Mr. T. Mr. T puts the laughter in manslaughter. Despite popular belief, if there is a fool in the woods, and nobody is around to hear his jibba jabba, Mr. T is still able to pity him. One day when Mr. T was just a little T doing push-ups on the schoolyard, he heard some kids singing "I'm a little tea-pot." Thinking those kids were tarnishing his reputation by associating T and pot, mini Mr. T proceeded to rip off the kids' handles and dislocate their spouts before tipping them over and knocking them out. Mr. T skis uphill. Mr. T once bit off more than he could chew. He ate it anyway. im done now. for real. --CM ps... Spell check your mom.