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So eating in the middle of the day always sounds good… but leaves me hungry at 11p. However, I make it a strict policy not to eat past 9p. Given my diet of poppers last night, I thought i was a good idea to fast a little. Today was most marvolous… the colts lost, i went on a 13 mile bike ride, and got to watch some football. that is today… i can go to bed knowing a job well done on my part.
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This would the perfect moment if I owned a loft in a swank city. Here I am getting ready to meet up with my friends for some drinks and good time. I can totally see me with my glass of wine over looking the beautiful city lights sipping reflectively. But I love my trees and my small city living. So, I’ll just let that one pass…
Tonight’s rant is directed at my neighbor across the street… my gym. It’s not the gym’s fault although… it’s all those new year’s resolutioners. “I’m going to work out and lose 25 pounds.” Bah. I appreciate your effort, but my observations and studies show that you’re going to quit within two months. Good for me in the long run because my gym is going to take your money and buy me new equipment and locker rooms. Short term–pain in my ass. I have to totally rearrange my schedule so I can avoid the masses of people who have no idea what they are doing. I just have to stick it out to Valentine’s day.. you’ll quit by then and everything will go back to normal. The world will be right again.
I have been pretty lethargic lately. So not much to report. The Patriots won…. so that’s now 17 in a row. The more they win, the more shit I take from people. I don’t care… bring it on. In the words of Al Davis (aka SKELETOR) “Just win baby.”
I was making some of the Jalapeno Poppers as a little mid-afternoon snack. DON’T BUY THOSE THINGS! Not because they aren’t tasty because we all know they are. No, they are 220 FREAKING calories per THREE. CRAP. That’s worst than a candy bar! So I’ll save them for those nights when I’m drunk and want a tasty little snack… cause you know they don’t count if you don’t remember them.
That’s about it. Hopefully more to ponder later…
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So, I just have gotten settled back in to life back in Chicoland. Last Friday was quite an adventure. After being dumped on by Mother Nature for a good eight hours, we the Chicoians got to experience multiple days without electricity. Sadly, some people are still without power. However, when I was running outside this afternoon, I saw many PG&E guys working diligently on trying to restore power. I did the best thing I could…. I said thank you. I know they have worked long hours away from their families just so I could have heat. You forget sometimes who are the important people in the world. Teachers, doctors, and lawyers are wonderful… but they don’t keep my butt nice and toasty.
So without power, I decided to drive down to Sacramento on Friday night to avoid whatever flying tree limb or house that might fall on my car. I spent the night with my friend Kim and played Super Mario Brothers 3 on the OLD school Nintendo. It’s my new obsession…. you try playing one of your childhood games on a 50 inch TV and not pee a little with joy.
On Saturday I flew down to Tucson for my annual sales conference for my company. Last year we were in Orlando and I had been on the job for about three months. Aside from my area manager and the yearbook rep from my area. I had a great time there, but just didn’t make connections with people. This time around, I knew more people, knew my job better and had a blast. I won an award I had to have someone explain to me why I won it. I kicked some major butt in the 5K fun run. There is no such thing as FUN run with me… I run to win. For my efforts, I got a shinny new metal. As for the winners of the golf tournament that was happening at the same time, $200. WTF? They hit a white ball and got in a cart to chase it while drinking beer. Screw that.
I got back on Wednesday very motivated as I usually get when I go to conferences. However thanks to all the booze I drank (seriously, I woke up one morning still drunk), I was the proud owner of five new pounds. I busted out some paperwork, started planning out 2009, and just got stuff done. One of my chores for the day was to return this trampoline net I bought for my nephews. Thanks again to one of the parental units lack of detail, I was the proud owner of a net without a trampoline. I ordered it off overstock.com and by the time they got it together to order the trampoline, it was gone. Fuck. So, my mom order the whole set and had it sent out to my sister. That’s all fine and dandy, but what the hell am I going to do with a trampoline enclosure? I called overstock to return it which they were glad to take back. Yet there was one catch, I had to pay the shipping. No problem I thought. I have a UPS account for the business. I would send it back freight, pay thirty bucks, and all would be well. Thirty? I think not. Try $90. Oh hell no! I am not paying that much to get something I don’t want back to the land of Utah.
Figuring I was now out $140 bucks. I went out to the garage to figure out what to do with this thing. Then I noticed it was originally at Wal-Mart. Sweet. I’ll just take it back there and save shipping. Well I didn’t have a receipt naturally. So, I got the kiss of death… in store credit. For those who don’t know me well, I DESPISE Wal-Mart. It makes it even worse now my mom works there as a “hobby.” Every time I walk in there, I get stressed. From the customers, to the lack of space, and just that they are plain out EVIL, I want out of there ASAP. Now, I have to roam around to try to spend the $80 they gave me on the gift card. For those keeping score, I netted 10 bucks by not sending it back to overstock. After about an hour of buying random crap like a razor, gum, compressed air, and a plastic tub, I got the hell out of there with them only getting $2 and some change for me being over. I now know how they make money. They just make you roam around until you get frustrated and just buy something so you can have it to beat down other customers as you digging through the $4.78 bargain bin of movies. No, that’s my Ernest Goes to Jail, Louise, and you can’t have it. I think your Ford Pinto is ready at the oil change station…
