Saturday, February 25, 2012
On 29 May 2011, I took this picture.
This woman is one of those people I look to as an inspiration. She is Ernestine Shepherd, age 75, the Guinness Book of World Records Oldest Female Bodybuilder.
Please read this Washington Post Article which was published two days before I took this photo
“'Age is nothing but a number,' Shepherd says assuredly into the microphone. She has been featured in Essence, on the 'Today' show and local television in Baltimore." -- from the Washington Post article.
She runs at many races that I run at. The first time I met her, another runner pointed to her across the room and asked me, "How old do you think she is?"
Realizing that this was probably a trick question, I made a guess and added five years. "She is a beautiful woman. I don't know sixty --- five?"
We did meet and talk that day and now when we see each other at events we don't fail to talk.
She is an inspiration to me. I think she is in a very small class that includes Diana Nyad (62), the long distance swimmer who recently attempted to swim from Havana to Key West, and Fauja Singh (100) who ran the Toronto Marathon on 12 October 2011 to become the oldest runner to complete a full marathon.
Friday, February 24, 2012
It would appear that yesterday's video post of the Governor messing up the National Anthem didn't go over well. Just FYAI (For You All's Information) that is not a YouTube video. I took it on my Nikon about the third day I had it.
But if the audience doesn't like it, you can't fight 'em.
In June 2010, She(WMBO) and I went to visit Ireland with a couple of friends of ours. A good time was had by all. Every where you go inIreland you find ruins of castles, churches, abbeys, you name it.
Such a nice country, too bad they can't take of the nice thing they have.
It's a joke! Relax.
This photo was taken in the ruin of the Timoleague Abbey near Baltimore, Co. Cork.
Friday, February 24, 2012
... but that would be an insult ...
... to the Philistines!
The love of my life, my beautiful bride of 38+ years, the One whom I teasingly refer to as She (Who Must Be Obeyed) has no sense of adventure in food.
I can understand why she might not like nigiri sushi. Raw fish and all, when it is pounded into your head all your life that you must cook your food thoroughly.
It took me five years before we had ham in our house and another more year to get uncured pork past the front door. "You get worms from pork." That was one of the mantras of her mother. Except, trichinosis has not been a problem in pork in about 75 years. In the last 25 years or so there have been six case ... not six a year, six total cases, all from undercooked game. But even to this day juicy pork chops are not served in my house. The are so dry they are not worth serving.
Quinoa was a major leap of faith for her last year. And if she sees the pepper shaker on the counter while I am cooking, "Oh my God! It's too hot." Whether I used hot spice or not. Sweet red peppers? Too hot. "It's red!" So's a tomato! She once told me a dish was too salty. I told her I didn't use salt. "It's too salty any way." But I didn't use any. "Well use less next time," she told me as she was throwing out the dish.
Tonight I put the only fish she likes on the dinner table. Salmon! That's it. No tilapia ("too fishy!" really? Tilapia is like fish tofu.) No catfish ("too many bones" except there aren't any in the filets I buy.) No trout ("Look! A bone. I can't eat this." Sigh.)
I have been to Alaska and I have had wild salmon right out of the stream. Oh. My. God. The best I can do here is salmon marked Alaska Wild Caught.
I put it on the table tonight.
"The color is all wrong."
"Salmon is pink."
"This is wild caught. It's red."
"It's not done."
"Salmon is not supposed to look like that. Cook it more."
Muttering and sputtering all the way, I stormed into the kitchen and practically threw it into the microwave, setting it for 3:00 minutes. It immediately started the blow off chunks, a pretty sure sign it was done. But ...
I let that go on for about 75 seconds, scooped up the exploded remains and put them on her plate.
"There. If it's not done now it never will be."
"It's still red."
"That's what color salmon really is. Pretty, sure I can't cook it to any other color except black."
She tasted a piece that still looked somewhat like fish. She made a face.
"It tastes funny. And it's dry."
That red spot on my forehead is from me banging my head against the table.
Next time I get salmon I will buy two types. I will get Alaska Wild Caught and I will get some Atlantic Farm Raised with all its antibiotics, PCBs, heavy metals, excessive fat, and no flavor.
She(WMBO) should be happy then.
As long as I put the spices away before she comes into the kitchen.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
... can mess up on the National Anthem.
When he was Mayor of Baltimore he had to be told it was time to give up the band - O'Malley's March - because he had a real job now, but he got the guys together for the Maryland Irish Festival. Remember him because he will probably be running for President in 2016.
He is such a jerk, with the Bishop there to offer a blessing, at the end of which Catholics do the Sign of the Cross, O'Malley alone among everyone on stage did not. He is Catholic.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
... what this is supposed to represent, but I sure am glad I carry a camera with me when I run.
I pass by a medical equipment supply store on Catonsville's main street Frederick Road. The store is named, cleverly enough, Medical Equipment Supply.
Running by this window display caught my eye. I do not know what it was meant to convey.
But at least I know where to get a bedpan.
When I need one.
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