Sex appeal is 50% what you've got and 50% what people think you've got

~Sophia Loren

Nice things like this are what I miss when I am so busy that I can't get around to see what's up with my bloggy friends. Dana gave me the Sexy Blogger Award last week, and I didn't even see it until this morning.

I was all "awww" until I noticed the rules. ARGH! Passing it on to four other bloggers, no problem! Giving 5 reasons why *I* am sexy...problem. It's like when my daughter tells me ridiculous jokes that have no logical answer, and she keeps saying "Guess!" and I keep saying "I DON'T KNOW!!!"

I DON'T KNOW!!! But, I'll give it a shot.

1. I'm scrappy. I'm tough, and I enjoy challenging myself with new physical goals.

2. I have a knack for putting people at ease. I tend to treat everyone as a potential friend, and it doesn't take much to move past "potential."

3. Just when you think you have me figured out, I'll surprise you.

4. I totally rock the Old Navy/Target couture.

5. I dig The Family Guy.


That last one is the one that really makes them swoon.

It's easy to find sexy bloggers, but so difficult to narrow it down to just 4. I'm passing on the award to...

For A Different Kind Of Girl - Known affectionately as FADKOG, I've had a girly boner for this chick since day 1. She's funny, a fantastic writer, and has a kickass rack. :)

Amorous Rocker - I want to be her when I get younger. I can do that, right? Put it in reverse? AR has a long list of adjectives to describe herself on her blog, but what she left out is intelligent, sweet, and smokin' hot!

Vixen - If we're handing out sexy awards, I can't pass her up. Funny, down-to-earth, great mom...hey! I just knocked out 3 for you right there! Your welcome. :)

TUG - RABID Depeche Mode fan. How can you not be sexy when you love music that just oozes sensuousness?

As always, if'n you don't wanna, it's perfectly fine!

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We raised over $2400 for The American Cancer Society. Not bad for 4 hours, huh?

This year, I asked the riders to give me the names of the people they were riding for, whether it was someone battling cancer right now, someone who had won the battle, or someone who had lost it. I wrote all of the names on the mirror, and by the end of the day, the mirror was full. Sobering, motivating, and uplifting all tangled together.

I was so beat when I got home that I almost fell asleep in my pineapple coconut ice cream. My husband kept waving his hand in front of my face every few minutes. He says he was talking to me, and I wasn't responding. He lies. I heard nothing.

In true Biscuit fashion, I agreed to sub a BodyPump class Monday morning, not making the connection at the time that the 27th was the day after the 26th. Dur. So, 15 hours after finishing the Spin-A-Thon, I was teaching a pump class, and then I also had my regular spin class last night. Remind me not to do that next year, okay?

In between those classes, I had the MRI done on my shoulder. When the tech called me back, she said "You might want to empty your bladder (Couldn't they just tell me to pee? It would be so much less embarrassingly dorky.) because you'll be on the table for 45 minutes."

Say what? Forty-five minutes? WTF? It's a shoulder, not my whole body! I had an MRI done on my brain several years ago, and I know it didn't take that long.

Shut up.