Miss me?

Sure you did. Sorry for being so damn quiet, but life happened. Unfortunately the bliggity-blog wasn't a part of this so-called life. But now I'm back, but just for some quick bullets:

• Marathon is upon us. 20,000 or so warriors are going to run amock in NoVa this Sunday. I've trained as much as I could and as they say, "the hay is in the barn". Let's just hope it's enough to fuel the 26.2 mile fire.

• The Octoberfest stout is still in the fermenting bucket...hope she doesn't go bad!

• Apparently I don't party like a rock star or a sailor. http://www.cnn.com/2007/LIVING/wayoflife/10/26/mf.drinking.storries/index.html(CNN posts don't get archived, they just go away. So if the link is dead...too bad).

That's all for now. Ta-ta

On tap

On tap, indeed. The Family Chesnik Brewery, located in the glade-laden valley of Walkerville, Maryland, will be hosting the First Annual FCB Oktoberfest. The 'fest will center around the seasons first homebrew, an Irish Stout. A cast of nine wiley characters will be huddled around our vast brewing center (okay, a gas-powered turkey fryer burner and a stainless steel pot) watching the magic that is brewing.

Additionally, the kitchen will be spewing gastronomical delights that have been honed by Mamma C over the years. Of course a smattering of German sausage will be provided, along with Mamma's infamously ridiculous mac&cheese, some 'kraut, and pretzels to nosh.

Not to forget the traditions that encompass a true Octoberfest, beer a' plenty will be provided. As a intermediate beer expert, I'll be offering some delectable brews to quaff which will open up conversations around what beers people enjoy or hate and why?

Oh...I have to run 20 miles too...WEEEEEE! Probably Sunday though.

Where'd ya go?

Busy as a bee, my friends. I've been a writing fool at work so I needed a deserved break from the keyboard. Still running for my life - aka training for the MCM. I can't wait to get this over with. My excitement has come and gone. I have respectfully decided that this marathonin' ain't for me. I need more visual stim than a road run gives. I understand that some peopel derive great pleasure from the miles they tally on the road, but this old dog needs trees and grass and mud...or it just feels like work.

My mindset may change on game day with the excitement of the crowd, but the training is painful. My feet hurt too.

My bikes miss me. Don't tell them, but I bought them a present. an internal bike mount for my Element.

And ladies...this is a pretty good depiction of hierarchal roles in my house.