Since this blog is a mostly audio-visual, you will want to play this song before you read, after you read, or perhaps not at all. It's your option. And, it's always good to have options whether they be about stock or otherwise, yeah? :-)
So, I get zillions of emails every day from my readers, and....k, pants on fire....err, so since NO ONE asked me, I thought that you all might be interested in spending a day at "Fierce and Psycho Cycling Chick, Inc."
Greetings!
Meet the BOD!
Meet Human Resources!
Tour the Executive Offices!
Let's Get to Work!
A Map?!?!!?
I <3 My Job!
"This is the toughest job I’ll ever love, or is it the funnest job I’ll ever love?
I have a think about it and get back to you, k?"
The Favorite Part of My Work Day!
This Employee Should Be Fired!
I Make It All Look So Easy!
My Competitors are Vicious and May be in Need of a Rabies Shot!
Human Resources Hosts a Welcome Back Party!
SPAM and Lima Beans Happy Hour!
Fierce and Psycho Sponsorship Idea: So, while many people try to get sponsorship for their blogs, I don't think I ever want to go that route when I become famous enough, which I am nearing, well, not! While on the rail trail, I did think that it would be cool to have one sponsor; thus, this is why I'm writing Greg Lemond a note tomorrow asking him if he will sponsor my blog. Hey, I was there in '89 cheering him on, and I pretty sure he won the Tour de France just because he heard me, an American, in a sea of French people, yelling, "Go, Greg go! Kick Fignon's butt!" So, do any of you know Greg? Um, do you think he's on Linkedin? :-)
Hey, I was so there!!!! I still remember standing there with Nathan's Dad in a crowd; he asked out loud at the end of the time trial, "Who won?!?!?!?" Neither of us spoke French (well, just enough to order food and not to get seriously lost), so we couldn't understand what was being said over the loud speaker. Some Frenchman heard him and said, "Lemond." Of course, we both started jumping up and down. Yeah, it's a good thing we both weren't killed by an angry mob then; and, I feel fortunate to live to tell about it. :-)
Yet Another Reason Why I Love My Son So Much Tangent: I love him because he "gets" me, but I love him because he also gets me without me having to make him "get" me. Tonight was one of those 5:30-7:30pm rush-around-and-do-everything kind of nights. I got off my bike at 5:20, rushed in, changed, brushed my hair, did the dab of deodorant with the power washing with perfume kind of shower, threw on clothes, raced to pick up Iz from camp, got her to "cheer," sat there for an hour, dropped her off at home, raced out to shop (in dire need of food for the "BOD"), picked up a calzone for them, arrived home, put away groceries, fed them, cleaned cat boxes, tucked in Ms. Human Resources in her please-keep-the-other-cats-the-hell-away-from-me crate, made Iz's lunch for camp, loaded the dishwasher, and then made the coffee for tomorrow. After getting Iz off to bed, I went back downstairs and heard lots of noise coming from the family room. I yelled to Nathan, "What's that noise?" Nathan said, "I'm just picking up, Mom." The Iz tornado had hit the family room earlier, and he picked up EVERYTHING for me, without me even asking.
Ooo Sha Ga La Ga La Cheer Update for Brenda and Steve: Hey, she's getting better, and I think she's got one of the loudest voices on the squad. Jeez, wonder where she gets that from? :-)
3 comments:
Way to go Iz! Love that Goddaughter of mine. I will confess to wanting to be a cheerleader in my "wanting to fit in and be part of the "popular crowd" high school days". Although it may not be my choice now for cool chicks everywhere, Iz is just cool and can do anything she wants!
you cannot fire that employee miss jean. think about it. :D
huggsss
I know I can't, cuz I can't afford new shoes! :-) Tommie, you are the best. <3
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