May 3, 2011 – Parenting for Gnarness

I was talking with two Mexican friends when I heard the news. None of us understood why rentals in Rocky Point hadn’t instantly picked up, now that ‘merica was safer. I thought bin Laden was a myth trotted out by the Repubnicants every time they needed a ratings boost. How funny if Obama coopted that boogeyman for himself?

Whatever. The Iggles got a blue-chip guard in the first round.

Mexico is a state of mind. We are living in our minds, constructs, MiniMcMansion, 24 hr Lifetime Fitness, 1500 sq ft well-utilized sculpted yard. I’m trying to find the sweet spot – to get paid for my work outside of work, apply my mind to chores and sub-contract the rest at a much better rate. Its been a long time since I could get paid for overtime. I wanted to knock out a test plan for my contract gig, to pay for the trip, and balance the scales vs. my inner cheap jew basterdness. But i couldn’t, the motivation was lacking. Imperfection, adjustment, Mexico is a state of mind.

a lumpy airbed

salt-crusted shoes

dirt roadie-ing and the Caborca Road, about 65 miles in 6 hours, some mashing 9 mph upwind only to fly back at 17. Day 1 started strong.

I had no desire to explore, and little to even session, beyond the few things close to home. An 8 stepper i am just a little too scared to drop i manualed, an act of will upon my delicate constitution, and the second try felt the bike float away down to the ground. I’m still unsure it happened. It was beautiful. Then I nailed a 3 foot 90-degree turn at the bottom of a 180-degree staircase, something I’d never done in 20 tries. It helps to steer the whole way down the trial. Enough firsts to call off further challenges, and just bang out the calories. Rides with G I have time on my hands, and spotted another half dozen small drops and booters to keep me entertained. A few she tried with me, and begins to see what else is ridable, guiding herself from sand to hardback, coasting long downhills right behind me.

all 4 of my girls

Run! Alanazilla come destroy Tokyo!

G has has this Scooby Doo thing going on these days. I needed some cinder blocks to keep quaders out of the backyard. It was a haunted house, and the Mystery of the Drunken Tortilla.