This will perhaps be the most anti-climatic post in the history of Uncle Crappy, but here we go: The Jim Lokay-Tall Cathy Mariachi Night Tequila Dance. Background: That morning, Jim — whom you may or may not know is the greatest television traffic guy of all time — and I and a crew of the… Read More at one time, this was a big deal.
I generally frown upon any activity that requires me to get up before 7 a.m. — much less one that forces me to set an alarm for 5:30 — but I have to make an exception for today. Not only did I have a kickass time slinging water for the runners at the Pittsburgh Marathon,… Read More run like hell.
After a thorough research session — meaning I looked up the names and the odds on the internet — I am proud to present to you the official House of Crappy Kentucky Derby Picks: Mrs. Crappy: Sidney’s Candy (Something about hockey, she said). Uncle Crappy: Paddy O’Prado (I’m just digging the name).
You may recall that on the last day of November — quite possibly while I was delirious upon completing yet another National Blog Posting Month — I made you guys a promise: That I would complete the half-marathon portion of the Pittsburgh Marathon. You know, the one that’s being run on Sunday morning. OK. As… Read More on the run.
Seriously. We waited two hours to get on the ice and once we were there we didn’t mind a bit. The club holds more thorough learn-to-curl sessions, probably in the fall, and I fully intend on going back for one of those.
My weekend didn’t start off so hot, but it improved rapidly. And things have only gotten better from there. Despite a rough last-minute assignment Thursday afternoon, I made it to the Tweetup at Pipers. And boy, did I need it. Friday was appropriately lazy. I had planned on skiing, but Snowmageddeon 12 (or whichever it… Read More better and better.
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