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I apologize for the large picture in my last blog, as you can't really see it.

Here is another picture which represents another mustache.

Ever since I was a very small boy, I have longed for a nice, full, mustache. I don't know what it is, but to me, a moustache exutes an air of power and maturity. When you look at a man with a well-groomed mustache, you say, Hey, that guy knows what he's doing!

If I could have a big mustache now, I would go with something like Tom Selleck had in the television show Magnum, P.I.

I illustrate this magnificent embodiment of manlihood with this photograph.

Which is actually above, not below like I asked blogger to do. Thanks Blogger, my blog is quite lovely indeed now.

Wonderful Winter Which Warms Wandering Wassailers

When it is Winter, it is very cold outside. While some people Would argue that the cool temperatures are a Wonderful and Welcome change to the Woeful heat of the Waining summer, I tend to disagree. While pondering this, I tried to think of the many terrible and treacherous things that make Winter quite a bore.
When you hands dry up, they crackle and hurt and get itchy and dry. While some Would encourage me to wear moisturizer or lotion, I say be quiet, that stuff is greasy. Why Would you possibly Want to slather up that nastiness all over your hands, Which debilitate and and detract from the availability and usefulness of your hands.
Wondering what else I could add to my Wandering pondering, I am drawn further to the affect of Weather that isn't so Warm and its affect on (W)one's body. When it is cold outside, a certain thing blows in your face, chaps your lips, and makes you red in the face, and annoys the everliving crap out of you. "What is this cruel monstrosity?" you may ask. Well, I Will grant your Wish and tell you with utmost Wistfullness. Wind, Which is Windy and terrible and full of cold air in these less favorable months, Will Willingly Wreck any chance you have at Whistling Wonderfully.
While some will tell me that I have overlooked certain important aspects of Winter, I say unto them, "Who cares?"

Snow Days

Personally I don't care for them. They throw off the schedule of the week, force extra-curriculars to be rescheduled, and give a reason for my parents to get me to do laundry. Fun, fun, fun. It's even worse when what initially is a one or two hour delay turns into a full blown closed school day. Take this morning for instance. I rolled over and heard my mom tell my sister that it was a one hour delay, so I pulled the covers up and went back to sleep. Then at seven, an hour after I normally get up, I get dressed and ready, et cetera. Then the OneCall doo-hickey declares it a snow day. Great. So glad I got up and ready in anticipation of staying at home all day. So when I try and make the most of my mini-break, suddenly calling every college in the country to schedule a visit during Spring Break (which is still a full two months away) is the most important thing in the world, according to my father. My one condolence is that our FPS competition wasn't canceled or postponed. So here's to you, snow day. Thanks for all you do, especially the part where we get to stay in school until June.

A Dog's Advice About Life

1.) Hang your face out the window in a moving vehicle. Allow tongue to flop around and slobber extensively.
2.) Pee on fire hydrants, people's feet, trees, etc. Mark YOUR territory!
3.) Chew on shoes. C'mon they taste good.
4.) 2.5 words- Kibbles & Bits. Yeah baby.
5.) Always walk in a circle at least 4 times before laying down to sleep.
6.) Poop. Everywhere.
7.) When you want something, "puppy eyes" always work.
8.) DON'T eat chocolate. That stuff is whack.
9.) Get old. It's ok. 12 is the new 4.
10.) Get hit by a car. Cancer just makes your owners sad.

Team RadioShack at the Tour Down Under

The Tour Down Under is an annual race that takes place in Australia in January, and is considered the "first" race of the year. Because there are no mountain stages and no time trials, the Tour Down Under is a race dominated by sprinters. This year is was won by Andre Greipel, a German who has won the event once previously in the past. Lance Armstrong raced for the second consecutive year, and it marked the anniversary of his comeback to the sport. The goal for the team was stage wins for their premiere sprinter, Gert Steegmans, who transferred from Quick Step. While Steegmans didn't win a stage, he came in second once and finished consistently otherwise, showing some promise as a profitable sprinter for the future of the team. Gert's claim to fame is his win on the Champs-Elysees on the final stage of the Tour de France 2008, a dream win for any professional cyclist, especially sprinters.
So the 2010 season is off and rolling, with the next major race being Paris-Nice starting March 9, followed by the classics like Milan-Sanremo, Paris-Roubaix, the Tour of Flanders, La Fleche Wallone, Ghent-Wevelgem, the Amstel Gold Race, and Liege-Bastogne-Liege. It should make for some interesting racing.

The many and numerous trademarks of John L. Woolley

There was once a man named John L. Woolley. He was born approximately 7,000 years ago, in Thebes, Greece. Shortly after his training to become a Spartan warrior, he gave up his profession of being fit an tan to don the lonely and rewarding position of the Apollo Academic Team Head Coach. For their first competition, the academic decathalon (which took place at the first Olympic Games in Athens) Woolley single-handedly lead the team to victory after a 9 and a half hour practice session the previous night.
John Woolley continued to coach the team to several victories in muy importante competitiones!, but the thirst for dominance was beginning to dwindle, so he packed his bags and moved to Owensboro, KY, subsequently taking the entire high school with him.
Since coming to Kentucky, John Woolley has enjoyed the various commodities and requirements of his postition, which allow him to run a training regiment similar to that of the Russian KGB.
Some of these job requirements include, but are not limited to:
Dressing in the same denim shirt for a semester
Driving the team bus
Talking to students while driving the team bus
Reading questions for the quick recall team while driving the team bus while cornering at 45 mph
Smoking
"Calling his wife"
Taking numerous pit stops
Screaming
Practicing the quick recall team for their vigourous competition schedule
Yelling at the team members when they miss a question "That they had in practice like, 5 months ago"
Denying that he has yelled at the team members when questioned about it
And last, but certainly not least, resigning after commiting several misdemeanors in Birmingham, Alabama.

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Note about Blog name

I would like to clarify something briefly. I noticed that I have some random followers of this blog that are cycling fans but who I do not know personally. I don't have a problem with then following my blog, but i just wanted to be sure that those people understand that this is not the actual blog of the RadioShack cycling team; I simply named the blog after it as a tribute to the team. So apologies for any confusion that has been created (if any has been there at all; I might be overthinking it.) However, once the team actually begins racing, I will post updates and comments in the form of this blog. Tour Down Under, the team's first race, starts January 19 in Adelaide, Australia. Good luck to all the team; Tear it up guys!

Predictions and Possibilities for 2010

As we are greeted with this new year, the possibilities for the coming events seem vast. Hopefully I will visit some colleges to try and decide where I want to go and what I want to do the rest of my life. When you think about it, decisions that you make in a time period that seems relatively insignificant, for example the next few months, the choices you make have the ability to impact the course of your life. It's a bit daunting, but I feel that I am ready to finally be presented with some choices and to expand my horizons.
In the next year, I will also find out a lot of things about my senior year, which will answer some questions of mine that I have been pondering since setting foot in this school. What's going to be the marching band's show? Who's going to be in what leadership positions? Are we finally going to make it to State Semi-finals? Only time can tell. It's our senior year, so we all want it to be perfect, but life teaches us that perfection rarely happens. One can still hope though. I have a lot of confidence in my fellow classmates of 2011, and I think that the next twelve months will be exciting and momentous, as we finally say goodbye to childhood and embark on our new, more difficult, but more rewarding endeavors.

The generosity of strangers

Today my faith in the fact that mankind is ultimately "good" to one another was renewed. Since we received lockers today, I had written down the number and combination in my agenda book. After putting my backpack and other items in my locker, I closed it and proceeded to class. Unbeknownst to be, I lost my agenda book. Maybe I put it down somewhere and forgot it; maybe I dropped it traveling between classes. Long story short, I realize that I have misplaced it. After much search to no avail, on the way to third block, my name is called to the office. To my absolute joy, someone had dropped it off to the lost and found. Without the numbers in the agenda book for my locker, I would have had a tedious task before me to retrieve my items. So, to the kind soul who has returned it to me, here's to you. It is your random act of kindness that elevate the status of the rest of us. You are the salt of the earth, and for this you have my humble and sincere gratitude.

2010- A New Decade

The beginning of this new decade has left me with a whole host of emotions. Joy, delight, sadness, solemness, determination, aggravation, sentimentality, and perhaps most of all, nostalgia. Although I have been alive long enough for this to be my second "decade-turn" as it were, this is the first one that I feel that I am aware. I have enough years behind me to look back with longing, and to enjoy the comfort, the bumpy roads, the displeasure, and the magnificence of all that has happened in the past ten years. While the years have contained more mournfullness and discomfort than I would like to recognize, they have most certainly been injected with varying times of great blessings and happiness. I hope that in the years to come, I can still mentally turn the clock back to these years, and still manage to find the significance in them, and all the blessing that I have been bestowed.