the one with snowshoes

February 9, 2015

This was going to be a post about how happy I am with where I’m at in terms of my health and running. Then I saw the last real post (which was like a million years ago) was also about running. I though “am I really blogging about running Jimi now?” At least the post was funny.

Pants falling down always is.

AnyButtShowing the happy with my progress post will come another day. About this time last year I got serious about leading a healthier life. I had done yoga sporadically. I’d done DDP YOGA even more but it was in February last year I got serious. Serious and consistent. One of the other things I wanted to work on was being open to doing more things. As a poet and a playwright I like to be alone. It just comes with the territory. My problem was (is) that I’m often uncomfortable in situations and I let that dictate what I do.  The biggest problem I have with this is how it might hinder the wifebot’s fun. One of the things I love and admire about her is her willingness to put herself out there and try things.

This is not my style.

The point? I’m trying to do interesting things more often. I’m challenging myself more. Some ways are small (most of them are really). It’s why I’ve been a part of the Open Mic nights at Loganberry books for over a year now. It’s why when the wife wanted to go sledding this Florida raised dude went hurtling down a hill.

(On what is essentially just a trashcan lid)

I did this even though she suggested it to me after I had shoveled snow for an hour. The Shillelaghs like to make plans. There was a time where we would make a ton of plans and not really get through them all. Now? Now, the Shillelaghs destroy plans. We create and smash coffee tours. Lindsay creates seasonal bucket lists that we in turn attempt to help her crush.


Up next was snowshoeing (not officially placed on the list). Snowshoeing? Get the heck out of here with that. I mean I stumble around in snow all winter trying to get to the bus/work. Why would I or anyone want to? Right?

(Don’t be stupid!)
(Sorry I’ve not had breakfast today)

First the wifebot and I had to get our run in. It was technically week 7 day 3 of Couch to 5k. This called for a five minute warm up walk and then 25 straight minutes of running. I nailed it ending with 2 miles of running. Wait this isn’t about running!

(Damn you running!)

After a shower and a change we headed off to the winter sports center in the beautiful Cuyahoga Valley National Park. There we rented some snowshoes (only 5 bucks) and were shown how to wear and use them. We headed over to the Oak Hill Trail because it was a more moderate trail to do.  This was our first time and we speculated on who would be the first to fall.

There were no falls. The Shillelaghs win this round snow.  What was there?

Awesome conversations.

Pretty sights:


Poetic reflection:



And of course we stopped someone so we could have this (Lindsay’s photo):



The one with the Overheard top ten

January 19, 2011

The job search thickens (That’s what she said!) so today will be a shorty.

(Hey shawty!)


So you can head over and check out the latest stuff at B movie brigade. We be on twitter too! This post will be something I’d been meaning to do more of. There (as some may know) is a little thing called Overheard Ohio. It has some real funny stuff. Even if you don’t live in Ohio it’s still pretty funny. Check it out (and submit if you can!)! Anyplug here is (my) top ten submissions for the month of December:

10. “Santa has a sleigh but I’ll let u know what the truth is. MFer is jolly cus he get 2 creep up on some fine ass bitches.”-Guy rapping outside.

9. “I should be home having sex with my girl. Fucking snow and fucking bus.” -Young dude at the bus stop.

8. “Let’s not forget the time you stuck your junk in their pitcher of beer.”–Guy jogging to his friend.

7. “it’s like my stepmom has Christmas cheer coming out of her vagina” –young lady @Phoenixcoffeeco

6. “Sometimes not being able to control your bowels can be a good thing.” —woman walking on @Coventryvillage

5. “Damn ‘Papa was a rolling stone.’ that is some deep ish…just like it’s talking to me man.”–Young guy outside Wendy’s.

4. “Shit if I have to spend Christmas at her parents she better pretend I’ve got a blow pop in my pants.”-guy waiting for the rapid.

3. “I hope your grandad still gives it to your grandma because she’s pretty doable for her age.”-Guy in Walmart to his friend.

2. “We broke up because he got drunk and kept telling my mom ‘your daughter likes to get her fried rice porked’ at her party”-girl eating sushi.

1. “I broke up with a girl once so I wouldn’t have to figure out what to get her for X-Mas.”-Guy discussing x-mas presents.

The one with Hoth

January 11, 2011

I think (before we proceed) we need to take a moment and appreciate the fact that I’ve written three posts about this trip and it’s still the first night. Hell we haven’t even reached my friend’s place yet. It is a skill folks.

(It is.)

So after single handedly saving the life of the two women in the stuck truck we were on our way. Music blasting we drove around the city. Everything was clearing up or so it seemed.

(dun dun dun.)

We crossed over the bridge and right into a mini traffic jam. It seems there was a big ole semi stuck (well unable) to make a turn. This would also become a theme of the trip too. A truck a day was stuck or stopped or just generally in our way. I’ll set the scene up for you. This big ole semi was trying to make a left turn and not able to make it full around the bend. He kept trying, failing and then backing up to try again. It may have been the snow. It may have been the steepness of the turn. It may have been there wasn’t enough honking to give him the extra turbo around the corner.

We turned down that side street before it was obvious we would not be going anywhere. Then were quickly pinned in when several others came behind us. Don’t worry they quickly took up the honking slack and he was soon able to push on.

(No he wasn’t.)

The honking and light flashing commenced. Finally we made it through this and were on our way to Bensonhoth….er I mean Bensonhurst.

(I can use the same joke as many times as I like!)

Besides it did resemble the ice planet of Hoth. Just as we were on the verge of truly understanding the scope of the Ice planet he decided he needed another starbucks fix. Luckily for him (not really) there happened to be a drive thru 24 hour one right around the corner from where we were. Despite R2D2’s warning bleeps he made the turn. I could see the famed Cyclone ride that no matter how boring has its name attached to many a thing. Ah the gateway to Coney Island. It looks uhm quaint.

(Yeah we’ll go with quaint.)

Poised to make a u-turn to easily access the starbucks we were confronted with a mini wall of snow. Instead we drove onward to the light and turned around there. As we neared the entrance we could see that it would not be easy (at all) to get in there. Our fearless Sulu was determined to get his expensive caffeine fix and plowed into the entrance. This of course led to us being stuck.

He maneuvered: Nothing.
He shifted: Nothing.
He talked to Brynhildr: Nothing.

I got out to push. Just as I did one big ole 4×4 truck pulls up behind us. Can you guess what they did has I pushed? Yep they honked. I trounced around in the snow to give it another push. They honked again and then drove crazily around us and into the parking lot. As I’m still pushing they blow past us. They laughed as they exited. Finally I got us free and we pull in and around only to find it closed. Of course. They can only keep the doors open so long. They can’t keep waiting for Han and Luke to return it’s starting to freeze.

Star Wars FTW!

Oh right so we continue on our way. We enter his neighborhood or what was left of it. There were tons and tons of snow piled everywhere. There were cars just parked anywhere they could find. Hello Mr. Snow bank. Hello Mr. Stuck Car. The blocks were inaccessible. Not only because of the snow (unplowed) roads of the blocks but because snow was plowed into a blocking wall in front of the blocks. It was crazy. I’m still pretty sure the reason Manhattan was so clear was they pushed the snow over to this neighborhood. His block was totally blocked off. It was clear we’d have to park elsewhere and walk. So we drove.


Then we drove some more. There was nowhere to park. Nothing accessible at all. We began to get desperate. There was talk of parking in Manhattan and taking the train in. Then he came up with a worse plan. He (in our desperation) decided we’d just park anywhere (stuck or not) and leave it there. I mean after all there was no way they were plowing with all the cars littering the streets. His first choice wasn’t too far from his place. The problem was it was literally just this huge bank of snow. The idea being just drive into till stuck near the curb. He did. We made it nowhere near the curb. We got 2 tires into the snow mountain and that was it.

Time for me to Hulk up I guess. I got out and pushed forward. Nothing—a whole lot of nothing really. I got back in. We decided to push it back out of the snow trap. A feat easier said than done. I pushed and pushed. We dug (with our hands) a bit. Froze and pushed some more.

The whole time there was wave after wave of people walking and driving past us.


That crude paint job was pretty much what it was like. After about 15 minutes or more of being stuck I broke out a few extra herculean pushes. We were free but of course had nowhere to park. We drove some more.

Finally desperate again we decided the abandoning type of parking was the best bet. This time we found a better place. It was pretty much triple parked but we were in and not too stuffed in snow or other cars. It was a bit of a walk so we only really took what we didn’t want to leave behind. You know to be stolen or impounded. I had this huge bag so I just took what I thought I’d need. I stuffed pants and a shirt for the next day in my messenger bag and we were on our way. I had my messenger bag around my shoulder, then my computer bag and finally my camera bag. It was cutting off air by the time we made our way down the snow covered street. We navigated the snow blockade and even the icy sidewalks. The home stretch was behind us. My conversed feet were frozen but there would be warmth and relaxation soon.

This is what we arrived to (click for full horror):



And after walking and weaving through this we arrived to his door:


See those holes in the snow? Yeah that is us. It was high and not heavy so we sunk right on down. We finally get in and upstairs. Shove off our coats and sit. Of course at this point we realize we have no alcohol at all. That night was a reason to drink if there ever was one.

The one where I tell some more things

January 6, 2011

After a break I’ve decided to continue on with the trip stories. More than a few people said they were enjoying them and asked for more.

(Shut up I can prove they did.)
(Okay no I can’t.)

We left off with me trying to figure a way to sell some of my 15 dollar chicken fingers off for trip money. It went something like this.


(Yes that actually is me. I like to change my looks up when trying to sell things.)

Warmed with a Citron infused Arnold Palmer (me) and an expresso martini (Harkness) we headed out into the cold. We were met with wind and lots of it. There was no snow—you know that wasn’t pushed over cars or trapping buses. We walked the short walk to where we inserted the car between snow and curb. Best part of the horrible parking situation was one never had to pay for parking. You just parked wherever you could relatively get it and went on your way. The meters were not running. A testament to how bad it was out was the Apple Store was virtually empty.

(Recover from that statement?)

It was of course Manhattan so the buildings were the typical “New York” (or just buildings) buildings. As we walked I counted 8 bikes left for dead where they were chained. They were totally covered in snow with maybe an odd handlebar sticking out. This one row of building really amused me. They all had the prototypical flower boxes outside their windows. I dig those. I really do. I’d love to have windows that had flower boxes.

(I suppose we’ll pause to allow you to stop laughing at the image of me wanting flowers. I am complex damn it!)

Our windows look out to a middle grass area between our building and the next one over. We get about one sun ray a year there.

What was so amusing about these building you ask? Well the flower boxes were empty of course being that it was winter and all. Above all of them (each building) were these like fake wood flower decorations. It was sort of awesome. I pondered taking a picture but I only had the camera on my phone. That and the fact I’m pretty sure Harkness was like 5 feet ahead of me telling me some sort of anecdote about how awesome NY is because of something with the buildings or areas.

He was like a hairy obsessive tour guide/starbucks stock holder.

(Good times though.)

We trudged through the snow covered winding hills and ice filled valleys. (This will be the stories I tell our children—or any children left near me.) We managed to not get robbed. I kid I kid—we actually got robbed within 2 minutes of being in NYC.

I’m just joshing.
Or am I? No I am.
Or am I? Probably.
Hey where did the parenthesis go?
(Good question.)

As we drove around in the “Meat Packing” district (Ha ha) the main streets were pretty good but the side streets were like a Nickleback album. So what do we (Well not me but the driver) do? Yep go for the Nickleback album. I’m joking of course (I mean we did but you need to use side streets.) We push forward—ONWARD AND UPWARD—and it was tough going. The little car she is a fighter though and we were making it. Once down a bad street (think Kevin Costner Robin Hood bad not Purple Rain bad) a truck up ahead of us got stuck. We were third in line (including the stuck truck) on the street.

As they tried to get out someone from the block walked over to help and we waited a bit. I mean in the procession of cars the one in front of us should have helped first. No? I think there is a rule book somewhere. Whatever is the case the people behind us decided the proper course was to lay on their car horn.


It was chaos. I mean if a New York driver was ignoring the signs saying not to honk you know it’s bad out right? The honking of course did not magically free the truck from the snow. Shocking right? They of course came up with a new way to help. Flashing their lights appeared to be the best way to pry a vehicle from the snow.

Flash Flash flash.

Nothing. Perhaps yelling while flashing and honking will help.

Nope. It is at this point that we decide they deserve some help. Only we were beat to it. The guy behind us (Mr. Honker Flash McYelly) goes past our car. He looked like this (Only bigger and he didn’t sound as smart):


Actually that probably gives Bebop a bad name. Oh well. So this guy comes up the side of waiting cars to help—somewhat. His newest plan? Yell “Move tha car!” Absolutely genius. I’m pretty sure the person stuck would never have guessed to “move the car” before he yelled it at them. I’m pretty sure this hulk of a goon could have pushed it on his own but his next action was to yell at the car waiting for the truck to get unstuck.

Apparently with some matrix moves the car could get passed the truck. Harkness and I got out and lent a hand. Not even a minute into pushing the truck was free. Not even a minute into the truck being free (as we walked back to our car) the lights began to flash and the car horns blared.

Driving from Manhattan to Bensonhurst was pretty unspectacular. Nothing bad happened and the roads were relatively clear. The route however was littered with cars left where they were and at least 2 buses abandoned. I regret not reaching in the back seat for my camera and snapping pictures because it was like a scene from “The Day After Tomorrow.”

Of course it was nothing Compared to BensonHOTH I mean Bensonhurst…..

Find out about that and whether or not I can keep up these long rambling posts that really tell you nothing next time.

What I learned from last week.

December 28, 2009

Spiced Vanilla Creamer (International Delights) is pretty tasty.

Ever since I’ve lost actual weekends having two straight days off of work makes me never want to go back.

Sherlock Holmes is a good movie. Some of the last previews had me worried that it would be overly goofy, but I enjoyed it.

There can be festive family gatherings where there is no actual fighting that happens.

That the Twilight Zone Drinking Game is a go!

The holidays really do fly by. It’s great to see everyone (some of them for the first time since the last time) but in the end it’s a blur. It leaves me wanting more.

It can be a good thing when a close friend gives you syphilis.

Who knew syphilis was so cute?

That I have two of the three fish I’m going to buy named: Admiral Ackbar and Lore. Also that I needed to write the names down because I’ve forgot about 9 of them in the process of thinking them up!

A beat down of the LA Lakers is even better when it happens on Christmas Day.

That really the only thing I spend money on myself for is comic books. It never seems to bother me to buy them, but I rarely buy anything else.

Even if most of the servers there are generally cranky I love the Inn on Coventry

And now you can get mimosas after 11 there on Sundays!

I miss half priced margarita night at Mi Pueblo

I’m a dork. I got a Green Lantern ring with my purchase of Blackest Night 5 and immediately tore it open and put it on. Like I said I’m a dork.

Above mentioned Green Lantern Ring:

I know I told you I was a dork.

I could eat cookies all day every day.

That I want a really nice close shot of this:

(It has “Read More Books” painted across the top of it)

I’ve not worked on my play in about a week.

That somehow I forgot about the new Spider-Man Noir. How the F is that possible?

There has been mistletoe hanging in the doorway between our library and living room yet I’ve not manage to procure kisses from anyone there yet.

My wife really knows how to outdo basically everyone when it comes to Christmas presents.

I may get more writing done when she has classes but I really like it when she’s on break from school.

I really want an iPhone.

Waking up to your cat throwing up on your bed is not fun.

Twice is worse.

That Citi Card can bite me blow me and lick me.

That homemade egg nog is rumtastic!

Did you learn anything fun from last week?

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