Anomalistic Facebook Triathlon Posts. (Page 2)

My daughter taught me how to cartwheel the other day on our trampoline... no pictures.   

My FB is pretty boring too. 

"Well. Humph. If you'd ever accepted my friend request so I could see what you post, I might have an idea of what you're talking about."

Send me another. I have about 1,000+ pending requests and can't sort through them. I think if you re-submit the request it bumps it to the top, or, PM me your name and I'll find it Ma'am.

Sometimes I see stuff when I'm out running and want to post it on Facebook. The entire run I'm thinking, "It will be so awesome when I post this... people will love it..."

Then I get home and think, "No one wants to read about me seing a horned toad or a hot girl on a horse while I was running."

Sometimes I just post it anyway...

I did see quite a remarkable horned toad while running the other day, and a massive beetle while cooking outside.

Unfortunately this movie had way too much talking and needed more stripping....total fail.  

You saw a BEETLE COOKING? Now that is definitely worth a FB post!

OK, ecozenmama, I'll raise you one...

I considered posting this on my facebook page, but elected not too...

Running yesterday at a very pedestrian pace along the open sewer we call a "wash" here in Arizona (that was a river before the apocolypse) I see the young equistrian lass whom I am occasionally fortunate enough to see.

She is riding a sort of palomino patterned steed, quite a handsome horse.

She is also an absolute vision, somewhere between Lady Godiva and Miss August.

So, I am running along and I see this young lady... She is wearing a pair of light blue and black shorty-shorts, a matching sports bra, with, persumably, some augmentive capabilities. Her midrift exposed, the color of a delicious roast chicken.

She has a blonde ponytail, of course. It undulates in time with the horse's cadence.

Normally I am immune to this girl. I've seen her before. My resistance had grown. But today, the wind is blowing from her toward me. I am downwind.

Instead of smelling like a horse, not at all a bad smell to me- and an entirely fitting one given the circumstances and the setting, she smells, ever so slightly, of the perfume worn by my senior high school prom date. Unbelievable.

In the lizard-brain that is controlled by our sense of smell I am snapped back to prom night, 1980. Sentient thought is gone. Instinct takes over... And, how do I express this... Suddenly I am one man in a bit of a three-legged sack race wearing short running shorts.

It was an exhausting run.  

"But you're shattering the image I have of you as this innocent soul."

I'm a dreadful letch.  

This smacks of a scene in Napoleon Dynamite...or at least worthy of it. 

Midriff and roast chicken?

While I like a good roast chicken, and nice midriff's...this may not be the comparison I would make.

I saw a fox run across the street last night while running.

"Midriff and roast chicken? While I like a good roast chicken, and nice midriff's...this may not be the comparison I would make. I saw a fox run across the street last night while running."

I may have been hungry at the time.

There was a fox that lived back by the Henry Ford Mansion I would see running back there. A friend of mine actually got a photo of it. It was beautiful, a red fox, with a luxurious tail. I loved seeing that fox.

x2 Tons of cats on my newsfeed (and bikes, not so coincidentally), no girls in bikinis (which I am totally fine with). 

From my Facebook page today:

Oh daaaamn, I just about expelled chicken noodle soup out of a nostril when I read this.....  Hahahahah....."the color of a delicious roast chicken".  You're killing me!