Courtenay Brown

"It's hot and I'm starving. Let's get out of here.""But PLEASE can we go check my result? I think I see them posted over there. PLEASE?""Ugh. Why? They're going to be online tonight. Let's just look later.""PLEASE?!"This was me and Greg yesterday after the Scott Tinley's Triathlon and after the pro awards ceremony. Major excitement of the day was that Greg won the pro race, it was a strong field and he had a great day and won it decisively, by nearly two minutes!! SOO, verifying that I did indeed have a mediocre-slash-terrible swim leg at my first triathlon was arguably lower on the priority list than getting lunch and ...

I get entirely too much enjoyment out of this silly site. And then I foist links on others via chat, email, and blogs. Sorry... sort of. And p.s. if you want my other favourite cheezburger posts just let me know, I have some good ones.Additionally I thought of tying this poor kitty in to me and my swimming and my race this weekend which will involve swimming skillfully, and me, and more about me. But I am kinda bored with the topic and ready to race instead of just talk. Plus, by talking about not talking about ...

Apparently I have the honor of "best reaction to this joke ever." I love being a superlative.JD: You want to hear a dirty joke?Me: Not really but O.K.JD: So this white horse jumps into a mud puddle.Me: Ooo a horse! I like this one!ttttThen what happens?JD: That's it. That's the joke.Me: OOHHH. The white horse gets dirty! I get it! That's awesome!

A Tour of America (updated link - now it has all the stages)?!?!Call me a killjoy spoilsport skeptic, but it smacks of this.

... High School P.E. at the Pool.The local high school PE class comes to the pool several afternoons a week. I see them because they are right after lap swim.This is a co-ed P.E. class.All hormones, all downcast eyes, all nervous cowering body language, more cell phones and more sharpie-decorated items than you can shake a stick at, and no one wants to strip down to a suit, let alone swim.

When I was 18, I asked my mom permission to get a tattoo for my 19th birthday. Um. She totally lost it. Worse than I had ever seen her flip out in my whole life, which is saying a lot because as I am sure you can imagine, I was not quite an "angelic" child. So I just waited until I was 22 and was supporting myself, and I got one of my drawings inked onto my shoulder. When she saw it she flipped out again.By the time of the 4th one her reaction calmed down to just silent disapproving disgust. I'm not sure which is worse actually, the freakout or the glare....

The DEA's "Raw Deal" operation...I am so naive. This story totally shocked me. Especially the bits about the house full of new flat-screens, and the kitchen sink.

I love riding up Tunnel road. HOWEVER, there are an alarmingly large number of cracks in the pavement just waiting for a quarter-inch of rain...

I am taking the liberty of transferring everyone's well-wishes from this weekend to next.We* had a little "passport issue" here at the Brown-Remaly residence so Cancun is going to happen without us. Probably just as well, my likelihood of running 13.1 miles without knee pain was not high, plus as my mom and sister reminded me, my Spanish is horrible.So instead I will race at Tinley's next weekend! Olympic distance race. Greg says he will lap me in the swim. I say I will exact revenge via Scrabble.*NOTE: I am being very grown up and not placing blame on anyone specific

"It would be CRUELTY to ANIMALS if you and Greg were to get a PET."***********************"Can I call you back sweetie?! I am busy fixing your brother's computer!"To which I laughed.Not very nice, I know, but my siblings laughed just as much.**********************As if to prove my point, when she called me back:"Can you call your aunt and tell her I accidentally deleted the email she sent me, so can she please re-send it? I am too busy to call her myself."Then I asked why she didn't just go to her trash folder and move the email back to her inbox."Oh," she said. "That's an idea. ...