Dark of the moon, on the 6th of June…

Today is June 6th. Many people think of this as the anniversary of D Day, the day in WWII the allies stormed the beaches of Europe in 1944. In truth, one of the most important days of the last century.

However, for your buddy Mountainstroh, it brings to mind something completely different. It is the opening line of the song Convoy… Continue reading “Dark of the moon, on the 6th of June…”

Hanging together during the eclipse

Ever wonder how many bloggers there are out in the universe we call the interwebs? I generally don’t think much about it until a day like today. As I busted out the MacBook for my eclipse day post, it hit me that there are probably millions, hell tens of millions other bloggers doing the same thing.

Some might think, “Eh, why bother” after that thought. But hell, its by blog, my eclipse day, so why not? Here it is… Continue reading “Hanging together during the eclipse”

Its a wonder Mom survived!

Today, being Saturday, is frequently errand day.  The Manchild was dropped off at the Smash (video game) tournament at UW, Michelle was out getting her hair did, and I decided to get the grocery shopping done.

On these weekend days when I errand alone, I like to listen to NPR.  The weekend programming is a welcome respite from politics, bad news and dumb people we hear about all week.

Today, they were discussing stories told by kids of things that happened to them simply in the course of being a kid.  This started me thinking of all the stuff that I did when I was younger, and wondering how my mom survived, not just with me, but with of us!

Continue reading “Its a wonder Mom survived!”

This is what we are gonna do…

Once, long ago, I got in trouble at work for something I did. Now the person on the receiving end of my plan was a friend of mine. Sadly, he was also an employee of the department I was a supervisor in.

DLow (one of my least favorite bosses ever) while calling me on the carpet, asked what I was thinking. I replied, “He is a friend of mine, it’s what friends do!” He just looked at me dumbfounded and said “I don’t know what kind of friends you have, but none that I have would ever do something like that…”

For once I kept my mouth shut, but inside I was thinking, “Wow, you must not have real friends…” but if you knew Dlow you would not be surprised!

What? You’d like an example of what I am talking about? Well there was the night I met Scott’s wife Jill… Continue reading “This is what we are gonna do…”

The First Real Hike

One of the things I have learned over the last few years of writing this blog is to never get in the way of a new post. There are just too many days when the blog fodder just does NOT happen. So, today as I was eating dinner and sipping a glass of wine in Spokane, my mind started thinking back to what I consider my fist ‘real’ hike of the Mountainstroh era.

The more I thought, the more I decided it was blog worthy, so here we go! Yall can let me know if I was correct! Continue reading “The First Real Hike”

Good thing he got stood up!

So, its Wednesday night, Michelle is asleep and I am just back from dinner at my mom’s with the Manchild.  Traffic sucked ass heading south after work! (You’d think people in Seattle could drive in the rain!) As always moms food was great, my step-dad Doug made me laugh more than once and Manchild and I had a great night.

When I got back, I poured a glass of wine, and started streaming Jimmy Buffett on the Amazon Echo. I got to a song I love (One Particular Harbor) and all reading stopped until it was over.  In fact that song once inspired its own blog post 

As it was playing, I remembered how I became a Parrothead… Continue reading “Good thing he got stood up!”

I used to have a way with women

Not that long ago, I was chatting virtually with my blogger buddy Sarah, of Honoring My Compass. As much as I like to think I am a ‘real’ cyclist and have adventures, Sarah is truly in a league above me!  I recommend checking her blog out and following her, as she will be cycling in Patagonia this winter!

When I follow and talk to  fellow cycling bloggers, I always thank them for saving a spot for me in their panniers as they travel. (I say backpack for hiking bloggers).  She replied giggling telling me that her spell check changed a place in the panniers to a place in the pants while typing the reply.  This almost made me spit out my sip of wine!  Which in turn reminded me of the very worst introduction to a girl I ever had…. Continue reading “I used to have a way with women”

The day Tony got smart

I have said this many times, over the years: It is funny where one gets one’s blog fodder.  Sometimes it’s the radio, sometimes a conversation at work and sometimes it’s its our old pal Facebook.

For this post, it was FB. One of my friends posted: Tell us something about you we would be surprised to know.

My answer?  There was a time I was the dumbest kid in class. Continue reading “The day Tony got smart”

Becoming a Member of the Strohs Bros and Fros

Tonight was dinner with the Manchild, as are most Tuesdays.  I had a hankering for some pancakes, so it was off to IHOP for a quick dinner and then on to play some billiards.  All in all a typical Tuesday night.

As we left the restaurant, though, a commercial came on advertising Huey Lewis and News playing at a local casino.  Without thinking, I heard a window shaking “HUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY!” come out of my mouth.  As is the norm when I do something strange, the Manchild gives a little sigh, and just looks at me.  He knows there is going to be a story.

“Dude!” says I, “have I ever told you how I met Dave and Jim?”

Continue reading “Becoming a Member of the Strohs Bros and Fros”

Keeping a Record

You know, when I take a moment to sit down and think about things, and this Mountainstroh Blog in particular, it still surprises me that it is still going.  It’s been over 2 years since I’ve started (with a swift kick from Michelle to make it happen), and even though it’s not a daily occurrence any more (hell even I have only so much to say) it is still multiple times a week.

I am surprised because even though I have tried over the years, keeping a regular journal just never worked for me.  I wasn’t that disciplined and I hate hand writing anything. (Dates back to many an elementary report card that said “Great student, smart as hell, a wiz at math, but his handwriting is atrocious!)

Even trying to type one hasn’t worked.  I am what we like to refer to as someone who is “Journal Challenged.” Which means only this blog will serve as a record of what I have done. Continue reading “Keeping a Record”