I was trying to find a meal for our babysitter tonight and got really excited when I saw this on the menu. Fried bologna sandwiches were widely loved as a kid. Only none of that fancy pimento cheese for us - we'd score the bologna a few times, fry it up in a skillet, and eat it with American cheese on white Wonder bread with mustard.
Thank you for your words of support and advice about my hamstring. I saw my doctor this week and the walk there was amazing. It feels like the middle of summer in San Francisco right now.
Luckily she ruled out bursitis or a tear. She thinks it's just a strain. I'll be starting physical therapy 1-2 times a week for the next 6 weeks. If it's still giving me trouble after that round of physical therapy then she'll do x-rays or an MRI. I feel pretty great that I have a plan of attack now, and that it isn't anything requiring a long period of rest.
I did ask her what she thought about me running a race this weekend and she said I should wait to talk to the physical therapist first. For once I am going to strictly follow doctor's orders and not run the race tomorrow. My therapy appointment is Wednesday so fingers crossed I can go for a run that very next day! She didn't seem as concerned with biking (as long as the saddle doesn't irritate that area) so I strapped on the 'ole nutcase and enjoyed the commute to work! Don't worry, I only wear one earbud and it's turned down very low. I hear all the yelling and cursing that happens on the streets of SF very clearly so I'm not in danger of missing any of that high quality drama :)
Raise your hand if you can't figure out the high-tech air pump in the bike cages because you're used to your old pump from the '90s so you rode home with a halfway flat tire!!!! 🙋
I'm not sure why these photos are so blurry. I think Crocodile put a sticker over my lens and it left a glue residue.
Jon is known for not smiling in selfie photos and/or making the most absurd faces that I don't really notice until I look at the photos later (because I'm vain and usually looking at my own image, not his :) . I cannot count the number of times we've taken a selfie together. What did we call it before the word selfie? "I cannot count the number of self-portraits we've taken together" just doesn't have the same ring to it.
To underscore my point, I made a photo book for Jon a couple years ago and did a 2-page collage of all our selfies over the years.
My bike commute view is something else. I sure am lucky!
Yesterday I worked from home because The Dude was not feeling well when he woke up. He's been fighting a head cold thing. I wish I could have framed his little face when I told him he could skip school. He immediately went back under the covers. Then after lunch I had a break between calls and we assembled his Doodle Crate. He made a wire frame of a tree and then sculpted some modeling clay around it. Tomorrow he'll paint it!
I did a similar craft crate with Croc the other day only it's geared toward younger kiddos. He made this stuffed snake which he loved so much that he took it in for share day today. Toys that reach "share day" status are like celebrities in our house.
You're welcome, teachers of his classroom, for my removal of the party horn from the snake's mouth before sending him off to school with it!
Thanks, Jon, for bringing this level of temptation into the house. I rose above it! (But it was hard.)
Short post tonight because we have date night!
Did you ever eat fried bologna sandwiches as a kid?
What were your after school snacks when you were little? My parents weren't at all strict about sugar so Little Debbie snacks were very near and dear to my heart for many years.
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