A big congratulations to my friend Lars-Martin. He is 29 years old today. An old man. A really old man. You hear that man!? You’re old… really old. Oldest! Happy happy, joy joy!
Congrats man!

A big congratulations to my friend Lars-Martin. He is 29 years old today. An old man. A really old man. You hear that man!? You’re old… really old. Oldest! Happy happy, joy joy!
Congrats man!

Just back from todays work out.
Camilla and I went out onto the streets of Gigantic Rock and Longstream and ran. We ran intervals. Oh my! First we ran up a hill walking down then waited for the other one to do the same, then it all started over. Then we power walked for a bit until we came to a small football field. There we ran across it, jogged back and than waited for the other one to copleat the same stint before doing it again. I’m beat!
We did not manage the full hour but thats ok. More of the same stuff tomorrow.
I have a dog. I have talked about him many times on this blog. His name is Bosse or Enjoyment Rocket Man if you will. He was born at Kennel Enjoyment in Sandudden, Grängesberg, Dalarna, Sweden. He can do anything that your dog can do but wont because he does not want to. He is a Chow-Chow and it’s just there way. He also goes by the names Knodd Pod, Knodden, Knodd-Apa (and various other variations on the Knodd theme), Bosse-bus, Bosse-betong, Brötröv, Slöhög, Husses Puss and so forth. As the Swedish pro verb goes: A loved Child has many names.
I give you the Boo (who is giving you the finger):
