Swedish Steel

Ahhh... thank the maker... I am so happy to have made it to this weekend. After a couple of weeks of dinner work-throughs, shitty catered food, expectations to give a shit about my "C-G-U" (work acronym), all guns blazing to make my quarterly number...it is over. I kicked ass, and got ripped on Thursday night with a couple of work co-conspirators. When the scene of the crime is Applebee's, with nary a biker, no washed up aged bleach-blonde sluts.. I know I'm missing something. A good bar needs a 50 year old broad that can kick my ass at pool and in the ring. Next time we're going to "Shooters" and kick it with the people that keep the world moving.

Today, my babe and I got up early to hit the trails. Something's wrong when rising at 6am is considered sleeping in. Shiiittt. Rancho San Antonio is a sweet place to hike or trail run, despite the constant overcrowding of dumbasses, unable to stop their lame-ass gabfest just to enjoy the view for half a second, and lumbering three to four across. Luckily, with my ninja-like reflexes, I was able to outmaneuver them.

Remember to celebrate everything great about America this weeked. Have a great 4th.