tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post1909056856158323668..comments2024-01-04T02:28:32.637-07:00Comments on athenadiaries: Friends don't let friends tri and drive.Herself, the GeekGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17990186920123895227noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-5226828248875638102007-09-07T03:14:00.000-06:002007-09-07T03:14:00.000-06:00I call these my blonde moments. I can say this bec...I call these my blonde moments. I can say this because you've admitted that you're not a real blonde!Jane https://www.blogger.com/profile/13070258269189129646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-12084973111176186582007-09-06T17:33:00.000-06:002007-09-06T17:33:00.000-06:00LMAO! Jayne Williams wrote about this in Slow Fat...LMAO! Jayne Williams wrote about this in Slow Fat Triathlete - she calls it Post Race Stupidity Syndrome. I get it BAD and I totally should not drive after even a short race. There's even scientific research to back up why it happens (something about having burned up all the stores of stuff our brains need), so it's not like we're completely to blame.ShesAlwaysWritehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04243898033808557580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-31639573337760265222007-09-06T17:03:00.000-06:002007-09-06T17:03:00.000-06:00oh thats a good one. i once stomped around my hou...oh thats a good one. i once stomped around my house in a desperate search for my cell phone ... while talking on my cell phone.zannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17169968339980800861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-73522369217971388322007-09-06T07:41:00.000-06:002007-09-06T07:41:00.000-06:00It is a dang miracle a teenager did not rip off th...It is a dang miracle a teenager did not rip off that cute little car. You must have the car angels watching over you!SWTrigalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04514013348327672673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-78423278535831773702007-09-06T06:23:00.000-06:002007-09-06T06:23:00.000-06:00Oh.My.GOSH! That is toooo funny.I used to lock my...Oh.My.GOSH! That is toooo funny.<BR/><BR/>I used to lock my keys in the car a lot (but not with the car running). Mark got tired of having to come bail me out all the time and eventually made me get a car with the clicker remote thing so that I'd have to be outside the car with the keys when I locked it.<BR/><BR/>But that wouldn't necessarily prevent someone from just exiting the car with the car running. LOLAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03231464198799653331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-78772808346140625212007-09-05T23:11:00.000-06:002007-09-05T23:11:00.000-06:00I knew that the hose disconnects. It also shoots t...I knew that the hose disconnects. It also shoots toward your car and leaves a dent.<BR/><BR/>I'm sure your car would have kept running for 17 hours. After all, it's the car of an Ironman.Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582990912598134354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-35732909327407874192007-09-05T20:06:00.000-06:002007-09-05T20:06:00.000-06:00hee hee, going to read this to my husband. Maybe t...hee hee, going to read this to my husband. Maybe then he won't be so mad about me throwing his keys in the trash can at a gas station at our last race and not realizing it until 12 hours later. (Two posts ago on my blog!)Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00392047155724843548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-80847427731191561842007-09-05T18:50:00.000-06:002007-09-05T18:50:00.000-06:00Damn that's funny!Damn that's funny!Duanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07605749589659291041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-91280488208579332412007-09-05T17:49:00.000-06:002007-09-05T17:49:00.000-06:00Great story! Made me laugh out loud. Closest exp...Great story! Made me laugh out loud. Closest experience I had was one time when I had just gotten my new car. This was my first car that had a keyless remote, which at the time, I thought was the coolest thing ever. Well living in the wonderful state of Ohio, it was February and snowy and cold, I was at the store and hate coming back to a freezing car. So I left the car running, keys in the ignition, heater running full blast and locked the door while I took my trusty keyless remote with me. I thought I was being so clever and wondering why more people don't do this. When I returned with a cart full of groceries, I was alarmed to find out that the remote will not work when the keys are in it. At least the icecream didn't melt while I waited for a friend to retrieve a spare set of keys for me. Chalk it up to experience.Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18269959549075436088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-46073405778747869012007-09-05T15:40:00.000-06:002007-09-05T15:40:00.000-06:00OH NO! LOLI am so glad you have some kind of divin...OH NO! <BR/>LOL<BR/>I am so glad you have some kind of divine protection :)LBTEPAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17630217889998453714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-35333151207663247912007-09-05T14:54:00.000-06:002007-09-05T14:54:00.000-06:00HOWL!!!!!!!!!Ohmigod I can't breathe. I had to rea...HOWL!!!!!!!!!<BR/><BR/>Ohmigod I can't breathe. I had to read this out loud to Moose, and he got annoyed because I am laughing too hard to speak.<BR/><BR/>You are a classic!IronSnoopyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01981949502472813578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-61533293774283311232007-09-05T12:35:00.000-06:002007-09-05T12:35:00.000-06:00Hey I would go with "I was in T3 and couldn't take...Hey I would go with <BR/><BR/>"I was in T3 and couldn't take the extra few seconds to turn the car off."Dan Seifring aka "OBRATS"https://www.blogger.com/profile/08855660480363322533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-34034754980781234912007-09-05T11:50:00.000-06:002007-09-05T11:50:00.000-06:00My excuse would be that my battery was bad and if ...My excuse would be that my battery was bad and if I shut it off, it would not start again so I had to leave it running all day. I'd buy that story.<BR/>I too laughed really hard. Glad no one is here to witness it. I remember the single shoe post and that brought back some good laughs as well.<BR/>Who cares how ditzy you are. You're Iron Misty. Enough said.bigmike600https://www.blogger.com/profile/16361310260625492679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-34260966511049099022007-09-05T11:07:00.000-06:002007-09-05T11:07:00.000-06:00I have a friend who did that. With his new convert...I have a friend who did that. With his new convertible. Roof down.<BR/><BR/>And he didn't have an <B>ironclad</B> excuse!Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07300094483282054900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-75968292361354121072007-09-05T11:06:00.000-06:002007-09-05T11:06:00.000-06:00LOL!LOL!Stef0115https://www.blogger.com/profile/05803971928926890921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-30105720900080114642007-09-05T10:30:00.000-06:002007-09-05T10:30:00.000-06:00HAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...HAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I needed a good laugh with all these college kids coming back with their IT problems. This job would be so great if it wasn't for the students! Way to go IronBlonde (better snag up that url before somebody else does!)bikingbradyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15237387648226879348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-34201994509379588132007-09-05T10:10:00.000-06:002007-09-05T10:10:00.000-06:00I totally remember the dread of losing your keys a...I totally remember the dread of losing your keys as a teacher. And you don't even want to have them turned into the office if they are found. Ugh. <BR/><BR/>Glad everything turned out ok, that was pretty funny!J~Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05801414494327642020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-34143661478613123462007-09-05T09:50:00.000-06:002007-09-05T09:50:00.000-06:00That's too funny! I had a ditzy moment when I wen...That's too funny! I had a ditzy moment when I went with my 9th grader to registration. He gave me the usual instructions not to talk or embarrass him. It's a new school, so they had student names with their locker number printed on posters on the wall. I found his name on the list..last name first and then a "G" after it. I said, "okay, your locker must be on the ground level because there's a G." He looked at me and said, "mom, the G is the first letter of my middle name!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-47043038299063979502007-09-05T09:34:00.001-06:002007-09-05T09:34:00.001-06:00That is so funny! My 17 y.o. daughter did that whi...That is so funny! My 17 y.o. daughter did that while she ran into CVS one day.IronWaddlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02065549723453997421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-32433403783166085332007-09-05T09:34:00.000-06:002007-09-05T09:34:00.000-06:00I just laughed so hard, I started snorting..... I'...I just laughed so hard, I started snorting..... <BR/>I've never walked away from my running car for the day (I'm not saying it is beyond the realm of possibility though). <BR/>I did once send my unoccupied revved up scooter through the wall of my garage. And... every time Mike backs my truck in to deboard groceries I try really really hard to put it in reverse to leave the garage when I start it up again, which would land me squarely in the backyard via the garage wall. No breakthroughs as of yet, but I see it happening sometime in the future.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12985763949093728970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-56351267999234450132007-09-05T08:34:00.000-06:002007-09-05T08:34:00.000-06:00Fabulous! We all have ditzy moments. After a race ...Fabulous! We all have ditzy moments. After a race my husband handed me the car keys while he loaded up my stuff. I shoved them into my cycling shoe, Like I always do, and proceeded to pack up. 5 minutes later when we were ready to depart but for the life of me I couldn't remember where I put the keys. I crawled on the ground under the car, the neighborhing car, and looked under the seats all while my husband is cussing loudly. In my defense he shouldn't have given me the keys after a race... Anyway, I finally realized where my keys were and we left - heading to the nearest McDonalds for some post-race french fries.CCPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12658737500678370331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-64806241057842929432007-09-05T08:31:00.000-06:002007-09-05T08:31:00.000-06:00Who knew? I have been known to not put the Honda ...Who knew? <BR/><BR/>I have been known to not put the Honda in "park" and leave the car....then when I come back to it, it is not there, but has rolled across the parking lot...into the corner of a building...(yeah, and I wasn't training for much at that time I don't think...or was I?)<BR/>I am just glad that while I was shopping my car didn't run over any little old ladies in the parking lot!<BR/>Going to read your shoe story now....I missed that one!Fe-ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07986479866903093934noreply@blogger.com