2 iPods & a tripod

2 iPods & a tripod
Current mood: apathetic

Wow. It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. Apparently, life’s what happens while you’re making other plans, and not posting to my blog doesn’t seem to slow that down a bit. Actually, not much has changed lately. ssdd.

We work. We come home, and disappear into our iPods. How two people can live and work together and talk as little as we do I don’t think I’ll ever know. I guess it might be odd or awkward for some people to sit in the same room and NOT talk for hours. The silence can be nice, though. It’s tough to sort out your thoughts when someone is yammering on constantly about whatever. But anyways.. Hmm.. big news…. Oh, the cat has a hurt paw. He’s been limping around for a few days, yelling at us when we clean it out. He’s now nicknamed tripod. original, huh?

It’s been nice to reconnect with another ghost from the past. It’s rare to have a real connection with someone, and it’s rare to be so blessed as to get them back in your life.

I guess this is where I get philosophical for a bit. Cogitate on the difference between surviving and living. Our dreams are so unbelievably important. Not our sleeping weird-o dreams, but our aspirations and plans and goals. I told someone once that when you give up on your dreams, you die. Not physically, of course, but inside. The little candle light that is hope and happiness goes out. She, of course, vehemently disagreed with me, because she had already given up on her dreams. But I still stand by that particular opinion. You see and deal with people every day who have given up on their dreams. The sour, rude, inconsiderate assholes that make up the general populace. It’s essential that you allow room for your dreams to change, and grow, as you change and grow. But you can’t give up.

So, here’s the true question from a founding father of the “lost” generation. What if you don’t have a dream? We all have things that we want in life, and hopes and aspirations…. But what if you don’t? What if it’s all…. just….. whatever? I guess, then, you spend your days trying to make other people happy, and trying to help them make their dreams come true?

And on that happy note, goodnight….

Keep your chin(s) up.

Keep your chin(s) up.
Current mood: fat

The following post is a joke. It is only a joke, and all events, persons, places, and situations are purely fictional. Any resemblance to my life (or anyone else’s you poor bastards) is purely sad.


I’m not sure, but I think a friend of mine recently tried to tell me that I was starting to pack on some pounds. I was going to try and clarify, but great bodily harm befell them before I could ask.

As my own little insurance policy, I decided to take action before it’s too late. Then I looked in the mirror, and decided to take action before it’s WAY too late. A simple diet and light exercise program should do the trick. I’ll be 30 soon, and want to make sure I’m going to make it ’till at least 35. Ah, but then the procrastination genes kicked in, and I decided that I’ll start when I’m 35, in the hopes of looking good when I’m 40.

But seriously, it should be pretty easy. Walk a few miles a day. Try to watch what I eat. I got off to a really good start today.

I found it very easy to skip breakfast. I wasn’t tempted by pop-tarts or sugary cereal in the least. All I had to do was sleep until noon, and I was ready for a light lunch. I’ve read you’re supposed to have several small meals when you’re dieting, but that just doesn’t fit into my schedule very well. I find, however, that if I cram the small meals into one larger meal, I can manage quite nicely.

So after work, we stopped at Quiznos, and got the biggest honking meat sandwich they have. You are supposed to eat a lot of meat according to that atkins guy, right? So I ordered double portion of meat on my sandwich. Sheesh, I think the guy might be a quack. I barely made it through the whole thing. I had to adjust my belt, but it was worth it. I figure that should count for at least four or five of those smaller meals.

After I took a nap to let that settle a bit, I did try to work up enough energy to walk a couple miles, but all I could manage was about 36 holes of golf. By the time I finished that, the battery in the xbox controller was almost dead, so I decided to take a nap while it recharged.

Dinner was a respectable lo-cal affair. A bag of microwave popcorn and a coke while I watched Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back. Popcorn is good for you, right? And I figured if I finish the whole bag, that should count as at least two more of those small meal thingies, so I’m up to my daily 8.

Not really any results for today. But hey, muscle weighs more than fat, and I didn’t gain it in a day, I won’t loose it in a day, right?

Hell, another couple weeks of this, and I’ll be able to fit into my aunt Chickie’s prom dress.

April 3th, 2007

April 3th, 2007

So.. I say to myself that I’m going to write. And I tell myself that I need to write. And then I don’t write. It’s like thinking about starting a diet. On the way home from Red Robin. Oh, well. There’s not really anything to report. My truck is still broken, though it should be fixed sometime soon after this payday. The personal life is still non-existent. Won’t go into the job situation. I still love my company, and that’s what counts. Though I do miss my crew from PO.

We’ve been at the new place for over a month now, and have still never hooked up the TV. It’s set up and everything and we watch movies, and play on the 360. But honestly, it’s kind of nice not having it. Weird. All in all, things are good. My little sister got a job with the company, which is cool. Everyone should have a “real” job early in life, so they can figure out what real benefits are. And she got her job on her own, NOT because we’re related. Congrats, brat.

So, life is ok. Been better, been worse, ya know. *shrug* Most days are good, some days are better, and then there are those days when you just need a shot of JD (actually, Cuervo Black is the shot of choice). But here I am preaching to the choir.

Get busy and post to your blogs people. No TV has left me somewhat thirsty in the voyeurism department