Okay, here goes...
Having had a day to calm down, I feel better. I'm still not thrilled that Georgia lost the College World Series, but I'm dealing with it much better today. Moving on...
One of my coworkers is moving on and we're having a good-old-fashion pool party tonight to see her off. I haven't been to a pool party since I was in Junior High. Unless you count getting drunk in a hotel hot tub/pool... on several occassions.
So I whipped up my famous homemade salsa last night so it could 'ferment' overnight. Hopefully no one will drown with all the food and booze.
Peace out...
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Looking To The Future
Okay, here goes...
Well, today is a day of mourning. The University of Georgia baseball team lost Game 2 of the College World Series last night. After winning such a great game to start the series off, this win evens the championship series to 1-1. This time tomorrow, the season will be over and a CWS champion will be crowned. I take the full blame for this lose, as this was the first game I watched, in full, during the post season. Of course, the last game I watch any part of was lost as well. So, tonight... I will not be watching the game. Hopefully I will be able to get the play-by-play online. Go Dawgs!
And looking further into the future, I will be meeting with my financial advisor later today and signing on the dotted line. So, by tomorrow I will have a plan for the future. This is a huge step for me. Ever since I was a young teenager, I honestly never believed I would live past the age of 30. Because of this, I have never really bothered to prepare for the future. Everything, up to this point, has been lived in the present (at the time). As things have worked out, I have reached 30 and now I guess it is time to change my plan. And what better way to change your plan than to actually get one?
Well, today is a day of mourning. The University of Georgia baseball team lost Game 2 of the College World Series last night. After winning such a great game to start the series off, this win evens the championship series to 1-1. This time tomorrow, the season will be over and a CWS champion will be crowned. I take the full blame for this lose, as this was the first game I watched, in full, during the post season. Of course, the last game I watch any part of was lost as well. So, tonight... I will not be watching the game. Hopefully I will be able to get the play-by-play online. Go Dawgs!
And looking further into the future, I will be meeting with my financial advisor later today and signing on the dotted line. So, by tomorrow I will have a plan for the future. This is a huge step for me. Ever since I was a young teenager, I honestly never believed I would live past the age of 30. Because of this, I have never really bothered to prepare for the future. Everything, up to this point, has been lived in the present (at the time). As things have worked out, I have reached 30 and now I guess it is time to change my plan. And what better way to change your plan than to actually get one?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Losing air
Okay, here goes...
You know how tired I was from my commute to work yesterday? Well, I nailed down one reason. Aside from pushing myself much harder than normal, my tires were way under-inflated. So, in classic fashion, I waited until this morning before leaving to try to fix the problem.
I pulled out my handy-dandy-on-sale-at-AutoZone air compressor to play bike mechanic. This is one of those cheap air compressors that is used to fill up pool rafts and floatees. Well after about 15 minutes of deflating the tires, then filling them, then wanting a little more air in them and deflating them again in the process... I got enough in there to get me to work.
After kissing a wet dog nose, I bolted out the door and down the street. About halfway down the next block, I realized that my back tire was in about the same shape as it had been to begin with. Luckily the front tire is much better off now and I wasn't as late as yesterday. So, I didn't have to push so hard.
Today's lesson is to be happy with what you got. Now excuse me while I go look for pretty new, fancy road bikes.
You know how tired I was from my commute to work yesterday? Well, I nailed down one reason. Aside from pushing myself much harder than normal, my tires were way under-inflated. So, in classic fashion, I waited until this morning before leaving to try to fix the problem.
I pulled out my handy-dandy-on-sale-at-AutoZone air compressor to play bike mechanic. This is one of those cheap air compressors that is used to fill up pool rafts and floatees. Well after about 15 minutes of deflating the tires, then filling them, then wanting a little more air in them and deflating them again in the process... I got enough in there to get me to work.
After kissing a wet dog nose, I bolted out the door and down the street. About halfway down the next block, I realized that my back tire was in about the same shape as it had been to begin with. Luckily the front tire is much better off now and I wasn't as late as yesterday. So, I didn't have to push so hard.
Today's lesson is to be happy with what you got. Now excuse me while I go look for pretty new, fancy road bikes.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Thanks, Thanks A Lot...
Okay, here goes...
My legs are tired. That's all I really have the energy to say, but I'll ramble on since, afterall, that is why blogging was invented. Now, when I say my legs are tired, I don't mean the rest of my body is saying, "Hey stupid legs, get with it. Your friends, the upper-half, want to do stuff. So perk up!" No. My legs have talked the rest of my body into mounting a protest today. Against any physical activity and they have begun their final assualt on my brain. Here it is, barely 8am, and I'm fighting to stay awake and get work done. Usually this doesn't start at least until 9am. They've even tried to talk me into taking the first ride on the elevator at work. I've been here over a year and I've never seen the inside of our Otis. But today, it's been looking pretty good.
You see, I've been commuting to work somewhat frequently using the old 'pedal power'. I live about 3 miles from work now and it just makes sense. Today I was running late and really had to double time it, to get to work on time. And my legs have been mad ever since. So let's take a look at the cause of my pain.
Over the past few years my father has really gotten into the whole biking for exercise culture and even goes to the grocery store and post office via two wheel action. Keep in mind that my parents live in a somewhat suburban area of, what is becoming, a suburb. So we're talking at least 10-15 miles round trip. For a man in his mid-60's with no atheletic ability, I'm impressed. You could say he has inspired me to "get on your bike and ride", as the late Freddy Mercury would say.
Another person who has inspired me to throw my leg over the hulking Trek beast is Jill Homer. The 'flatlander' Alaskan who spends more time on her bike than off. She routinely knocks off 30 miles on her bike then rides it to work and back. Remember that Alaska is under a blanket of snow for 8 or 9 months out of the year and then re-read that last sentence (but remember to skip this one, or you'll just be stuck here like my Black Crows CD in my first car's CD player). Anyway, she makes my 6 mile roundtrip commute (8 if I go to the gym) look like a trip to the bathroom. Nonetheless, she does inspire me.
I won't go into gas prices and trying to save money, because I'm tire of talking about it myself. And since I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that's going to read this, I don't want to 'hear' it either. Anyway, I just wanted to thank these two people for my lack of motivation and my sore legs today.
My legs are tired. That's all I really have the energy to say, but I'll ramble on since, afterall, that is why blogging was invented. Now, when I say my legs are tired, I don't mean the rest of my body is saying, "Hey stupid legs, get with it. Your friends, the upper-half, want to do stuff. So perk up!" No. My legs have talked the rest of my body into mounting a protest today. Against any physical activity and they have begun their final assualt on my brain. Here it is, barely 8am, and I'm fighting to stay awake and get work done. Usually this doesn't start at least until 9am. They've even tried to talk me into taking the first ride on the elevator at work. I've been here over a year and I've never seen the inside of our Otis. But today, it's been looking pretty good.
You see, I've been commuting to work somewhat frequently using the old 'pedal power'. I live about 3 miles from work now and it just makes sense. Today I was running late and really had to double time it, to get to work on time. And my legs have been mad ever since. So let's take a look at the cause of my pain.
Over the past few years my father has really gotten into the whole biking for exercise culture and even goes to the grocery store and post office via two wheel action. Keep in mind that my parents live in a somewhat suburban area of, what is becoming, a suburb. So we're talking at least 10-15 miles round trip. For a man in his mid-60's with no atheletic ability, I'm impressed. You could say he has inspired me to "get on your bike and ride", as the late Freddy Mercury would say.
Another person who has inspired me to throw my leg over the hulking Trek beast is Jill Homer. The 'flatlander' Alaskan who spends more time on her bike than off. She routinely knocks off 30 miles on her bike then rides it to work and back. Remember that Alaska is under a blanket of snow for 8 or 9 months out of the year and then re-read that last sentence (but remember to skip this one, or you'll just be stuck here like my Black Crows CD in my first car's CD player). Anyway, she makes my 6 mile roundtrip commute (8 if I go to the gym) look like a trip to the bathroom. Nonetheless, she does inspire me.
I won't go into gas prices and trying to save money, because I'm tire of talking about it myself. And since I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that's going to read this, I don't want to 'hear' it either. Anyway, I just wanted to thank these two people for my lack of motivation and my sore legs today.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Yet again...
Okay, here goes...
Well, once again I have been AWOL for almost a month. So here's the skinny.
We've been cracking down at work, dusting and knocking down spider webs getting ready for inspection. It looks like all the hard work paid off and we're going to pass with flying colors. I was grilled, but not as hard as I had anticipated.
Then Aubry and I left for Minnesota during the final day of our inspection. We made our way through some really nasty thunderstorms to Fergus Falls, MN to get drunk and watch/participate in the wedding of one of Aubry's college roommates. Good times were had by all and I enjoyed getting to know Aubry's friends more. And what brings people closer together than playing several drunken rounds of 'Asshole' in a hotel room? Nothing, that's what.
Then Aubry's parents came and picked us up and took us to Lyle for a few days of visiting. We had a good time and her dad and I 'bonded' a bit more. The trip was capped off with a big water balloon battle where everyone ended up soaked.
During our trip back, we were delayed an hour before flying out of the Twin Cities and missed our connecting flight in Chicago by less than 5 minutes. After waiting 3 hours for the next one, we almost missed it because United's monitors at the gate are confusing as hell. But we made it onto the plane just before they closed the doors. Good thing too, as the next flight was 4 hours later.
All in all, it was a good trip.
Well, once again I have been AWOL for almost a month. So here's the skinny.
We've been cracking down at work, dusting and knocking down spider webs getting ready for inspection. It looks like all the hard work paid off and we're going to pass with flying colors. I was grilled, but not as hard as I had anticipated.
Then Aubry and I left for Minnesota during the final day of our inspection. We made our way through some really nasty thunderstorms to Fergus Falls, MN to get drunk and watch/participate in the wedding of one of Aubry's college roommates. Good times were had by all and I enjoyed getting to know Aubry's friends more. And what brings people closer together than playing several drunken rounds of 'Asshole' in a hotel room? Nothing, that's what.
Then Aubry's parents came and picked us up and took us to Lyle for a few days of visiting. We had a good time and her dad and I 'bonded' a bit more. The trip was capped off with a big water balloon battle where everyone ended up soaked.
During our trip back, we were delayed an hour before flying out of the Twin Cities and missed our connecting flight in Chicago by less than 5 minutes. After waiting 3 hours for the next one, we almost missed it because United's monitors at the gate are confusing as hell. But we made it onto the plane just before they closed the doors. Good thing too, as the next flight was 4 hours later.
All in all, it was a good trip.
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