What Are Boxing Gloves Made Of?

Round about 1980 my Uncle Glenn gave my brothers these boxing gloves:

Now I don't know what these babies are made of but it's been over thirty years and they show NO signs of wear and tear. 

It's scary really because my brothers, countless cousins and friends and now my boys have used the heck out of them. I did have to replace the laces on one of the gloves but that's it. 

Boxing is a tricky sport. No matter how much Jim Rome talks about it I just can't seem to wrap my mind around the purpose of it.

"Look into my eyes...you like boxing."

I mean...Sure they tell you:

"Don't worry about us, Mom! We'll be fine. Just let us play with the gloves."

And then they begin to systematically wallop each other.

They are fierce.

Now Stella on the other hand...

She's not so fierce.

She likes to put them on while watching Dora.

I think they make her look like a lobster.

There's a resemblance, right?

Right.

Oh, I'm sure all this boxing is going to work out just fine.*

Just fine.

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*The black eye was caused by a rogue knee connecting with his eye on the trampoline. The gloves are not to blame...this time.

Visualize Whirled Peas

Tonight we ate at the Mellow Mushroom in Jones Valley for dinner. If you're not familiar with Mellow Mushroom it's a pizza joint. 'Joint' being the operative word. It's very...um...well...it's very this way:

Psychedelic would probably be an appropriate description. 

The big decorating thing is that there are happy mushrooms painted everywhere in the restaurant. 

Which is pretty funny considering what I saw as I was walking through the parking lot this afternoon:

It's a mushroom. 

It's a mushroom outside the Mellow Mushroom. 

Oooh! Ya know what else I saw in the parking lot?

My favorite bumper sticker ever!

It's the old:

"What if the Hokey Pokey IS what it's all about"

bumper sticker.

My nephew has a shirt that's similar:

Hokey Pokey Anonymous

A Place To Turn Yourself Around

That shirt cracks me up. 

Apparently so do mushrooms outside of pizza restaurants because I was giggly all night about it. 

A Million Degrees

Here's what I know about Washington DC: 

It's hot. 

It doesn't matter when you are there it's stinking hot.

July or December it's all the same.

I've been twice and both times its been about a million degrees.

Hmmm...Twice isn't actually very many times is it.

So, maybe I'm not an expert but my general impression of the place is that it's hot. 

We stopped there in 2008 and had lunch and wandered around on our way to St Michaels, Maryland.

We ate at a restaurant that overlooked the White House. 

It was beautiful.

Me:

Great Scott! What was up with that purse I was using? You could have fit several Washingtonians in that baby.

As far as travel misconceptions go, thinking that DC is hot 100% of the time is a pretty big one.

I've got other misconceptions though...

Kinda like my opinion on Australia. 

Ya know how I think there is a man eating shark every five feet in the ocean?

That's what I think about Australia. Except substitute sharks with poisonous animals. 

It's not my fault. 

I'm blaming it on this:

So obviously lots of people think that Australia has an excessive amount of ways you can hurt.

Yep, Australia is just Ned Kelly, Waltzing Matildas and venomous creatures.

And it's probably always a million degrees there.