So somewhere in Woodlake, CA there resides a person named Alfredo Lopez. Alfredo Lopez, if that is indeed his real name, was the lucky recipient of $435 from my checking account on Wednesday. Which was a very large surprise to me, considering I know not of any Alfredo Lopez.
In the last two days I have had to close my checking account, savings account, file with the credit bureaus, and put a flag on my social security number. None of which has made me very happy. Not to mention that with a closed checking account, my VISA check card doesn't work, which means I've been unable to complete my Christmas shopping, which sucks. The silver lining is that I have been treated to two sympathy dinners in the meantime, where I have tried two different types of soup that I've never had before (Crab Meat & Fish Maw soup and Preserved Duck Egg Soup, both of which were very good) and sweet tofu dessert.
So to Alfredo Lopez, the Grinch who is trying to steal my Christmas, I can say only this.
F*** you, buddy. Steal someone else's money now, cause you aren't getting any more of mine. And I'm not letting you screw up my Christmas. My Christmas wish is that I hope you get caught. Jerk.
In a separate note, the catalytic converter thieves have struck again, leaving an unsuspecting 4-Runner environmentally hazardous and sounding like a very loud Harley. No bueno and muy expensive. GRINCH!
It's been a funky few days for this couple, huh? Let's hope 2008 brings less of this kinds of stuff, shall we?
Friday, December 21, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
oops
Bless me for I have sinned. It has been 14 days since my last blog.
Today, of course is December 7. Much to my surprise, there isn't much to be found online remembering the "day that will live in infamy"...the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor that finally pushed the US into WWII.
That nary a peep appears should make me happy, considering that usually December 7 is a time where people remember what was undoubtedly the single biggest sneak attack in history until the September 11 tragedies. When people remember the attacks it is often with a prejudice against Japanese that used to border on downright hatred, now it is barely a footnote.
While I do not wish to rehash those feelings, I do feel it is important that as a nation we remember. Remember that old saying "those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it", for we are doing it now. Remember the internment of countless Japanese after the attack for the "security of the nation". We do this now again, do we not? Did we not feel resentment towards Middle Eastern people after September 11 as we felt resentment, rage even, towards the Japanese after Pearl Harbor? Do we not intern countless people in places like the infamous Guantanamo Bay? We are traveling down the same path. The only difference now is that the war we fight is one of TV ratings, of political correctness...and one to which there is no foreseeable end.
Sad but true. So remember the day. On this, the 66th anniversary of the attack. Remember those who died, and remember those who live on, carrying with them the fading memories of a day long ago when a nation came together under a singular purpose. When people gave up everything without expectation, only hope for a better and safer future.
Today, of course is December 7. Much to my surprise, there isn't much to be found online remembering the "day that will live in infamy"...the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor that finally pushed the US into WWII.
That nary a peep appears should make me happy, considering that usually December 7 is a time where people remember what was undoubtedly the single biggest sneak attack in history until the September 11 tragedies. When people remember the attacks it is often with a prejudice against Japanese that used to border on downright hatred, now it is barely a footnote.
While I do not wish to rehash those feelings, I do feel it is important that as a nation we remember. Remember that old saying "those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it", for we are doing it now. Remember the internment of countless Japanese after the attack for the "security of the nation". We do this now again, do we not? Did we not feel resentment towards Middle Eastern people after September 11 as we felt resentment, rage even, towards the Japanese after Pearl Harbor? Do we not intern countless people in places like the infamous Guantanamo Bay? We are traveling down the same path. The only difference now is that the war we fight is one of TV ratings, of political correctness...and one to which there is no foreseeable end.
Sad but true. So remember the day. On this, the 66th anniversary of the attack. Remember those who died, and remember those who live on, carrying with them the fading memories of a day long ago when a nation came together under a singular purpose. When people gave up everything without expectation, only hope for a better and safer future.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Thanksgiving part deux
So in Reno right now there is an annual family feast going on. It is the stuff of legend. Friends and family alike gather at the home of my Mom and Dad to revel in each other's company, eat, drink, eat, and be merry. Oh, and eat.
The cast of characters has not changed much over the years, a testament to the staying power of the legendary feast that awaits them. Food enough for twice as many people who show. Enough beer for all and then some. And enough laughter and good cheer to last a lifetime.
My father once said that memories are some of the most important things you can make. It's true. Good or bad, God willing they stay with you for as long as you live. There are things I've done that I'll certainly never forget doing, and thankfully the best of those have been with my family and friends. Even the worst of those have seen good things come out of them, whether lessons learned or experience gained. Make your memories. Then hold on to them like you would a life preserver, for in reality that is what they are.
In a side note, I was surprised today to hear from someone I didn't think I'd be hearing from for a long, long time. Fences mended, things heading back towards normal. And I am VERY thankful for that.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving everyone. For those of you surrounded by family, take a good look around and savor the moment. Enjoy =)
The cast of characters has not changed much over the years, a testament to the staying power of the legendary feast that awaits them. Food enough for twice as many people who show. Enough beer for all and then some. And enough laughter and good cheer to last a lifetime.
My father once said that memories are some of the most important things you can make. It's true. Good or bad, God willing they stay with you for as long as you live. There are things I've done that I'll certainly never forget doing, and thankfully the best of those have been with my family and friends. Even the worst of those have seen good things come out of them, whether lessons learned or experience gained. Make your memories. Then hold on to them like you would a life preserver, for in reality that is what they are.
In a side note, I was surprised today to hear from someone I didn't think I'd be hearing from for a long, long time. Fences mended, things heading back towards normal. And I am VERY thankful for that.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving everyone. For those of you surrounded by family, take a good look around and savor the moment. Enjoy =)
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Thanksgiving
is my brother's favorite holiday. He says it's because at the end of the night, he's "thank-FULL". Insert rolling eyes here.
With Thanksgiving a couple of days away, it's been pretty busy at work, getting stuff ready for Black Friday and whatnot. From Black Friday on through Christmas Eve is the period where most retailers make the majority of their money for the year. Hopefully, the store I'm working in currently will do the same, because right now we are running in the red the last few months in a row...including this month. Time for the big turnaround!
It's somewhat unfortunate that most people tend to focus on the holiday of Thanksgiving to realize just how much they have to be thankful for. As much as we juggle priorities...work, family, etc...it's hard to take the moment here and there and be thankful for what you have. It's so easy to think of what you don't, that oftentimes you forget. I know I do. Like for instance, I'm almost always late. Not intentionally, I just misjudge the amount of time it will take me to get to places. I know for a fact that I've never, ever said to someone I have kept waiting, "thanks for sticking around". I've apologized, sure. But I have never said thank you for not ditching me. Sound dumb? Maybe. We'll see if it sounds dumb when I am saying it to you because I was late. Just something small to let whoever know I appreciate them. And I'll probably have to say it tomorrow. I'll let you know how that went.
I have so many things I should be thankful for it's ridiculous. And believe me, I am. For each and every one. I just hope that all of you friends and family out there know how thankful I am for each and every one of you. All of you have done something to make me better and I can't say thanks enough.
So thanks for reading. =) Have a great Thanksgiving.
With Thanksgiving a couple of days away, it's been pretty busy at work, getting stuff ready for Black Friday and whatnot. From Black Friday on through Christmas Eve is the period where most retailers make the majority of their money for the year. Hopefully, the store I'm working in currently will do the same, because right now we are running in the red the last few months in a row...including this month. Time for the big turnaround!
It's somewhat unfortunate that most people tend to focus on the holiday of Thanksgiving to realize just how much they have to be thankful for. As much as we juggle priorities...work, family, etc...it's hard to take the moment here and there and be thankful for what you have. It's so easy to think of what you don't, that oftentimes you forget. I know I do. Like for instance, I'm almost always late. Not intentionally, I just misjudge the amount of time it will take me to get to places. I know for a fact that I've never, ever said to someone I have kept waiting, "thanks for sticking around". I've apologized, sure. But I have never said thank you for not ditching me. Sound dumb? Maybe. We'll see if it sounds dumb when I am saying it to you because I was late. Just something small to let whoever know I appreciate them. And I'll probably have to say it tomorrow. I'll let you know how that went.
I have so many things I should be thankful for it's ridiculous. And believe me, I am. For each and every one. I just hope that all of you friends and family out there know how thankful I am for each and every one of you. All of you have done something to make me better and I can't say thanks enough.
So thanks for reading. =) Have a great Thanksgiving.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Driving
So. I remember when I was learning how to drive how my Dad would always say "there's no excuse for hitting a parked car". I can understand the logic. It's a stationary target. You are in control (presumably) of the car you are driving and can certainly avoid hitting it, whereas it has no way of avoiding YOU. When I hit the only parked car I've ever hit, I remember two things. 1) How did I hit a parked ORANGE car??!! and 2) Don't tell Dad. hahahaha
So when I heard the other day about the Cosco Busan, the freighter that hit the Bay Bridge, I was somewhat confused. If hitting a parked car is driving sin #1, what is hitting a BRIDGE worth? The Bay Bridge is 71 years old. Older by 6 months than its far more famous sister, the Golden Gate. How do you hit a BRIDGE? Excuses have been flying, like you'd expect. Fog, bad radar, bad pilot, bad captain, no speakee English. But the bottom line is pretty simple. You hit , I'll say it again, a BRIDGE!
In addition to the whole hitting the bridge thing (a BRIDGE!!) the collision has caused one of the worst ecological events in the Bay's history. What is certain to be a lingering question is, "how does this get fixed...and WHO gets to fix it?" Will the shipping company be held liable? Will the captain...the pilot...? Who will be responsible for the countless fish, birds, and all the other animals in the Bay who are affected? Who knows. Those answers will probably not be known for years. Who pays all the fishermen who are out of work now that they have nothing edible to fish? The crabbers who have no crabs to catch?
Good grief. Or, as someone I know would say in what is an attempt to bring this utterly underused phrase back to its rightful place of prominence, "HOLY MOLY".
So when I heard the other day about the Cosco Busan, the freighter that hit the Bay Bridge, I was somewhat confused. If hitting a parked car is driving sin #1, what is hitting a BRIDGE worth? The Bay Bridge is 71 years old. Older by 6 months than its far more famous sister, the Golden Gate. How do you hit a BRIDGE? Excuses have been flying, like you'd expect. Fog, bad radar, bad pilot, bad captain, no speakee English. But the bottom line is pretty simple. You hit , I'll say it again, a BRIDGE!
In addition to the whole hitting the bridge thing (a BRIDGE!!) the collision has caused one of the worst ecological events in the Bay's history. What is certain to be a lingering question is, "how does this get fixed...and WHO gets to fix it?" Will the shipping company be held liable? Will the captain...the pilot...? Who will be responsible for the countless fish, birds, and all the other animals in the Bay who are affected? Who knows. Those answers will probably not be known for years. Who pays all the fishermen who are out of work now that they have nothing edible to fish? The crabbers who have no crabs to catch?
Good grief. Or, as someone I know would say in what is an attempt to bring this utterly underused phrase back to its rightful place of prominence, "HOLY MOLY".
Thursday, November 15, 2007
ahhh yes, I can't sleep
So I can't sleep. Or I should say, I'm not tired. At least, not REALLY. Wednesday was kind of an odd day.
I got to work early, but not as early as I wanted to be because I forgot to change my alarm to the correct time...something I VERY rarely forget to do. Normally this isn't an issue because my phone is my backup alarm, but I forgot to change THAT too. Oops.
I found out I had to go to Vallejo right at what would have been the end of my shift. That did not make me happy. Especially since I didn't know how long I'd have to be there, and since I knew I had softball at 7:30 which would take me a little over an hour to get to. And get there I did, right before the first pitch, perfectly content to sub in late in the game. Wrong. First inning, our right-centerfielder steps squarely in a crater just before the first-base bag, turns his ankle, and BLAM, I'm playing. We lost. No bueno. Maybe Arch going down was a sign, foreshadowing what was to come. Who knows. All I know is that we lost.
Now for the not so odd part. I really had fun tonight. Despite losing the softball game, it was good to see everyone there. Got to spend some quality time. AND we played Scrabble. In the car, and in Mr. Pizza Man. I would go into more detail, but for two things. 1) I lost, and 2) I'm not the only person who wanted to write about that and she's much more eloquent (among many other things) than am I.
Fun fun fun =) Good night now.
I got to work early, but not as early as I wanted to be because I forgot to change my alarm to the correct time...something I VERY rarely forget to do. Normally this isn't an issue because my phone is my backup alarm, but I forgot to change THAT too. Oops.
I found out I had to go to Vallejo right at what would have been the end of my shift. That did not make me happy. Especially since I didn't know how long I'd have to be there, and since I knew I had softball at 7:30 which would take me a little over an hour to get to. And get there I did, right before the first pitch, perfectly content to sub in late in the game. Wrong. First inning, our right-centerfielder steps squarely in a crater just before the first-base bag, turns his ankle, and BLAM, I'm playing. We lost. No bueno. Maybe Arch going down was a sign, foreshadowing what was to come. Who knows. All I know is that we lost.
Now for the not so odd part. I really had fun tonight. Despite losing the softball game, it was good to see everyone there. Got to spend some quality time. AND we played Scrabble. In the car, and in Mr. Pizza Man. I would go into more detail, but for two things. 1) I lost, and 2) I'm not the only person who wanted to write about that and she's much more eloquent (among many other things) than am I.
Fun fun fun =) Good night now.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Walking
I like to walk. Long, leisurely walks along the water. The water is key. Hearing the waves brush against a pier relaxes me. Watching them pound against the rocks reminds me just how powerful Nature is.
As I walked along the Berkeley Pier tonight, the sheer length (about a half-mile) allowed for some thought. Among several other things, I realized just how much I am going to miss being able to take these walks after I move. I mean, I still can. But I'm going to have to drive 40 miles to do it, and I know I'm not going to do that. The San Ramon area is going to have to suffice. Maybe I can find something out there to captivate me and make me want to walk like I so enjoy doing here. My friend suggested Mt. Diablo, where there are many hikes to be made. We shall see.
Also, one of the wonders of life: best friends. Lucky am I to have not one, but two. Two people who combined, probably know more about me than my own family. Then again...in a way, they really are family. Amazing.
And...I find myself in the VERY unfamiliar position of being able to smile as I drift into thought. As I walked I began to smile again, as the song "Collide" whispered through my headphones. I always liked the song, but always thought it didn't apply to me. Till now. And THAT really makes me smile.
As I walked along the Berkeley Pier tonight, the sheer length (about a half-mile) allowed for some thought. Among several other things, I realized just how much I am going to miss being able to take these walks after I move. I mean, I still can. But I'm going to have to drive 40 miles to do it, and I know I'm not going to do that. The San Ramon area is going to have to suffice. Maybe I can find something out there to captivate me and make me want to walk like I so enjoy doing here. My friend suggested Mt. Diablo, where there are many hikes to be made. We shall see.
Also, one of the wonders of life: best friends. Lucky am I to have not one, but two. Two people who combined, probably know more about me than my own family. Then again...in a way, they really are family. Amazing.
And...I find myself in the VERY unfamiliar position of being able to smile as I drift into thought. As I walked I began to smile again, as the song "Collide" whispered through my headphones. I always liked the song, but always thought it didn't apply to me. Till now. And THAT really makes me smile.
Monday, November 5, 2007
ahhhh...the weekend
So last weekend actually started for me a little more than a month ago when plans started to become a little more concrete. I say that it started then because I've basically been looking forward to it since that time. For those of you who don't know, two of my favorite things in the world to do are 1) to de-stress somewhere relaxing and 2) hang out with friends/family. Lucky me I got to do both this weekend, in Tahoe no less...a place I hold near and dear.
The house? AWESOME. Pool table. Air hockey. Darts. Fireplaces. Hot tub. Did I mention pool table...in the living room?! Many, many props to our intrepid travel agent for finding this place, not to mention for being the force that gathered us together for what turned out to be an absolute blast. And for simply being terrific in general =)
Pictures are to follow, as all of us brought cameras...Asian people trip, what can I say...but suffice it to say that they will not do the weekend's fun justice. The sheer quantity of pics taken serves only to help remember the good times had, hopefully by all.
The funny part about it is that we probably got less sleep individually over the entire weekend than we did last night when we got home. For me, I got about an hour's sleep Thursday-Friday, about 3 Friday-Saturday and about 4 Saturday-Sunday. Last night, I was sleeping by 1am and didn't wake up till about 9 after a very brief wake-up call delivery earlier.
The weekend consisted of four primary elements outside of the aforementioned hanging out and relaxing: 1) Pool, 2) Scrabble, 3) Catch Phrase, and 4) EATING. We did a lot of each and I discovered a few things as well...I like playing pool again...I LOVE Scrabble (geek!)...playing Catch Phrase with large groups is a riot (guys v. girls is especially funny)...and well, eating is self-explanatory. There was also shopping yesterday, and karaoke. Lots of karaoke. All I know is that I sound so much better in my car. And I need to find a way to get a pool table.
A nice, drama-free weekend. Just the way I like. Spending a lot of time with some of my favorite people...new and old friends alike. I feel especially fortunate to have been able to have been able to go, as I had an even better time than I had anticipated. Everyone should have a chance to be as lucky as I was this weekend.
The house? AWESOME. Pool table. Air hockey. Darts. Fireplaces. Hot tub. Did I mention pool table...in the living room?! Many, many props to our intrepid travel agent for finding this place, not to mention for being the force that gathered us together for what turned out to be an absolute blast. And for simply being terrific in general =)
Pictures are to follow, as all of us brought cameras...Asian people trip, what can I say...but suffice it to say that they will not do the weekend's fun justice. The sheer quantity of pics taken serves only to help remember the good times had, hopefully by all.
The funny part about it is that we probably got less sleep individually over the entire weekend than we did last night when we got home. For me, I got about an hour's sleep Thursday-Friday, about 3 Friday-Saturday and about 4 Saturday-Sunday. Last night, I was sleeping by 1am and didn't wake up till about 9 after a very brief wake-up call delivery earlier.
The weekend consisted of four primary elements outside of the aforementioned hanging out and relaxing: 1) Pool, 2) Scrabble, 3) Catch Phrase, and 4) EATING. We did a lot of each and I discovered a few things as well...I like playing pool again...I LOVE Scrabble (geek!)...playing Catch Phrase with large groups is a riot (guys v. girls is especially funny)...and well, eating is self-explanatory. There was also shopping yesterday, and karaoke. Lots of karaoke. All I know is that I sound so much better in my car. And I need to find a way to get a pool table.
A nice, drama-free weekend. Just the way I like. Spending a lot of time with some of my favorite people...new and old friends alike. I feel especially fortunate to have been able to have been able to go, as I had an even better time than I had anticipated. Everyone should have a chance to be as lucky as I was this weekend.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Without
Without hesitation
he moves to her side
Without fear
he looks into her eyes
Without question
he follows his heart
Without shame
he proclaims his love
With tears in her eyes
she waits for him
With love in her heart
she feels for him
With a sigh in her voice
she tells him that
With no doubt
she loves him
but...
he moves to her side
Without fear
he looks into her eyes
Without question
he follows his heart
Without shame
he proclaims his love
With tears in her eyes
she waits for him
With love in her heart
she feels for him
With a sigh in her voice
she tells him that
With no doubt
she loves him
but...
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Insults
Having been the subject of many in my time, I can safely say without prejudice that most insults suck.
And by "suck", I mean they have no imagination. What's the point of stuff like so-and-so's fat, or ugly, can't do this, can't do that. You may as well start with "your mother's so fat that.." Have some flair. Here are some examples compiled by Walgreens' CEO and sent in a newsletter a while back.
"We've been through so much together, and most of it was your fault."
- Ashleigh Brilliant
"Some people stay longer in an hour than others can in a week."
- William Dean Howells
"I'll bet your father spent the first year of your life throwing rocks at the stork."
- Irving Brecher
"Don't look now, but there's one too many in this room and I think it's you."
- Groucho Marx
"The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech."
- George Bernard Shaw
"Some folks are wise and some are otherwise."
- Tobias George Smolett
"A dork is a dork is a dork."
- Judy Markey
And by "suck", I mean they have no imagination. What's the point of stuff like so-and-so's fat, or ugly, can't do this, can't do that. You may as well start with "your mother's so fat that.." Have some flair. Here are some examples compiled by Walgreens' CEO and sent in a newsletter a while back.
"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire."
- Winston Churchill, statesman, orator and historian
"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure."
- Clarence Darrow, attorney
"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary."
- William Faulkner, author (about fellow author Ernest Hemingway)
"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it."
- Groucho Marx, comedian
"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend ... if you have one."
- George Bernard Shaw, playwright (to Winston Churchill)
"Cannot possibly attend first night; will attend second, if there is one."
- Churchill's response
"He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up."
- Paul Keating, Australian prime minister, 1991-96
"He had delusions of adequacy."
- Walter Kerr, playwright
"Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?"
- Mark Twain, writer
"His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork."
- Mae West, actress
"Winston, if you were my husband, I would poison your coffee"
- Lady Astor’s remark to Winston Churchill at a dinner party
"Madam, if I were your husband, I would drink it."
- Churchill's response
"We've been through so much together, and most of it was your fault."
- Ashleigh Brilliant
"Some people stay longer in an hour than others can in a week."
- William Dean Howells
"I'll bet your father spent the first year of your life throwing rocks at the stork."
- Irving Brecher
"Don't look now, but there's one too many in this room and I think it's you."
- Groucho Marx
"The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech."
- George Bernard Shaw
"Some folks are wise and some are otherwise."
- Tobias George Smolett
"A dork is a dork is a dork."
- Judy Markey
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Some of my favorite quotes
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.
-Martin Luther King, Jr.
yours is the light by which my spirit's born:
yours is the darkness of my soul's return
- you are my sun,moon,and all my stars
-e.e. cummings
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
Then quit. There's no use being a damn fool about it.
-W.C. Fields
There is nothing worse than a brilliant image of a fuzzy concept.
-Ansel Adams
We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.
-Plato
Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this day!
For it is Life, the very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the
Verities and Realities of your Existence;
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty!
For Yesterday is already a Dream,
And Tomorrow is only a Vision;
But Today well lived makes every
Yesterday a Dream of Happiness, and every
Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to this Day!
Such is the Salutation of the Dawn.
-From the Sanskrit
"I miss, I miss, I miss, I make."
-From golfer Seve Ballesteros, describing a four-putt in the Masters
Practice puts brains in your muscles.
-Sam Snead
People ask me what I do in the winter when there's no baseball.
I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.
-Rogers Hornsby
I don't want to play golf. When I hit a ball, I want someone else to go chase it.
-Rogers Hornsby
A word to the wise ain't necessary...it's the stupid ones that need the advice.
-Bill Cosby
I know I'm missing some. There's one in particular by John Muir that I can't seem to find anywhere, I had it on a bookmark...and lost the book =>:-(
*EDIT* Found my quote. Not the bookmark or the book though.
Nature is always lovely, invincible, glad, whatever is done and suffered by her creatures. All scars she heals, whether in rocks or water or sky or hearts.
-John Muir
This is so true. All my life I've been drawn to nature, in particular the ocean...which is somewhat ironic, because even as it soothes me to be there, I'll never go in the water..my greatest fear is drowning..which is REALLY ironic considering where I come from. But whenever I'm down that's where I invariably go to unwind, decompress, to relax. In my mind, there's nothing else like it. Muir was right. Nature heals...whether in rocks or water or sky...but especially in hearts.
There are others, to be sure...mostly lover's laments and whatnot. And I haven't even started on movies, TV or music lyrics yet.
As Barney or Ted would say, "wait for it...wait for it..."
Sunday, October 7, 2007
softball
Today I played the worst softball game I have ever played.
As I look back on it, there were 7 balls hit to me. Of those 7, I fielded one cleanly. ONE.
One ball I had drop in front of me due to a misread. One I had to dive for (and missed) because I froze on it and broke in late. One hit off my glove. One dropped in BEHIND me because I overran it. Two more went over my head, including the game-loser. Of these six balls I missed, I had legitimate shots to catch them ALL. And missed them ALL.
At the plate, I had two at-bats. Clean single past the shortstop in my first AB. Promptly ran us out of the inning because I lost track of how many outs there were, and got doubled off to make out #3.
Second at-bat, we had closed the gap and had the pitcher seemingly on the ropes. So what do I do? Swing at the first pitch, ground out weakly to second.
The walk back to the dugout was the longest, loneliest walk I've ever had to make.
To top it off, at the end of the game instead of sticking around to apologize to all the guys, I walked right out and drove away. I felt bad about the game, but to leave like that was inexcusable conduct for someone who should definitely know better and I feel worse about that.
As I look back on it, there were 7 balls hit to me. Of those 7, I fielded one cleanly. ONE.
One ball I had drop in front of me due to a misread. One I had to dive for (and missed) because I froze on it and broke in late. One hit off my glove. One dropped in BEHIND me because I overran it. Two more went over my head, including the game-loser. Of these six balls I missed, I had legitimate shots to catch them ALL. And missed them ALL.
At the plate, I had two at-bats. Clean single past the shortstop in my first AB. Promptly ran us out of the inning because I lost track of how many outs there were, and got doubled off to make out #3.
Second at-bat, we had closed the gap and had the pitcher seemingly on the ropes. So what do I do? Swing at the first pitch, ground out weakly to second.
The walk back to the dugout was the longest, loneliest walk I've ever had to make.
To top it off, at the end of the game instead of sticking around to apologize to all the guys, I walked right out and drove away. I felt bad about the game, but to leave like that was inexcusable conduct for someone who should definitely know better and I feel worse about that.
dream
You ever had one of those "blur between dream and reality" things?
So here I was, dead asleep (finally after being up till almost 4...long and very caffeinated story) and I am dreaming. Dreaming of running, and suddenly I hear a dog barking. Loudly, and getting closer.
Looking around, surprised, I see my roommate's dog. Yapping. Again and again. Suddenly, I wake up and frown as I still hear the barking. Then I realize what happened. My roommate's dog was yapping in reality and it somehow managed to jump into my dream. Weird.
...sigh...
I am back to work tomorrow after almost three weeks off. So say that I'm not particularly looking forward to it would not do it justice. But it's been a great time.
So here I was, dead asleep (finally after being up till almost 4...long and very caffeinated story) and I am dreaming. Dreaming of running, and suddenly I hear a dog barking. Loudly, and getting closer.
Looking around, surprised, I see my roommate's dog. Yapping. Again and again. Suddenly, I wake up and frown as I still hear the barking. Then I realize what happened. My roommate's dog was yapping in reality and it somehow managed to jump into my dream. Weird.
...sigh...
I am back to work tomorrow after almost three weeks off. So say that I'm not particularly looking forward to it would not do it justice. But it's been a great time.
Monday, October 1, 2007
..sigh..
Ahh, the dreaded sigh strikes again. As I pack my stuff for my return to the Bay Area tomorrow morning, I hear the one song in the iPod that I really didn't want to hear tonight. For although a bunch of it doesn't really apply, the chorus most certainly has in the past and does in the present.
"What a Fool Believes"
"He came from somewhere back in her long ago
The sentimental fool, don't see
Tryin' hard to recreate
What had yet to be created once in her life
She musters a smile
For his nostalgic tale
Never coming near what he wanted to say
Only to realize
It never really was
She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go
But what a fool believes he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
And nothing at all keeps sending him...
Somewhere back in her long ago
Where he can still believe there's a place in her life
Someday, somewhere, she will return
She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go
But what a fool believes he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
Than nothing at all
But what a fool believes he sees..."
The bad part is that I can blame no one for this but myself. I was not led astray, not pushed, certainly not misled. Not the first time, nor will it be the last. No apology necessary...for it is simply to a wise man...without the power to reason away =)
Although it comes with the knowledge that a return to work is shortly thereafter, as a Debbie Downer reminded me earlier (rolling eyes), it will be nice to be home. See you all soon.
"What a Fool Believes"
"He came from somewhere back in her long ago
The sentimental fool, don't see
Tryin' hard to recreate
What had yet to be created once in her life
She musters a smile
For his nostalgic tale
Never coming near what he wanted to say
Only to realize
It never really was
She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go
But what a fool believes he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
And nothing at all keeps sending him...
Somewhere back in her long ago
Where he can still believe there's a place in her life
Someday, somewhere, she will return
She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go
But what a fool believes he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
Than nothing at all
But what a fool believes he sees..."
The bad part is that I can blame no one for this but myself. I was not led astray, not pushed, certainly not misled. Not the first time, nor will it be the last. No apology necessary...for it is simply to a wise man...without the power to reason away =)
Although it comes with the knowledge that a return to work is shortly thereafter, as a Debbie Downer reminded me earlier (rolling eyes), it will be nice to be home. See you all soon.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Vacation
Is awesome. More people should do it. It should be a REQUIREMENT of employment, as opposed to a benefit of employment.
Since last Wednesday (my first day of vacation) I have: had really good noodles and a banana-nut dessert crepe with really good company (no pic, sorry), spent time with my family, who I almost never see, flying...which I almost never get to do.
I have gone to Yosemite, where I haven't been in 14 years.
Went fishing with Dad, my sister and brother.
Went parasailing (cross that off the list of stuff to do) with everyone, even Mom went and she doesn't like flying...or boats for that matter.
Saw an underground profile chamber of Taylor Creek, a salmon-spawning ground.
It also seems that I have made some friends...a group of inquisitive-looking ducks that follow me around while I'm walking on the beach (could just be that they think I'm going to feed them, but I'm going
with my magnetic personality).
And we have games. Turns out I'm pretty good at Scattergories and Scrabble. Not quite so good at Whoonu though.
Tomorrow we have rock-climbing on the menu, although Dad got a little head start...
Maybe some kayaking. How cool is that.
Also, apparently Yogi the Bear is stalking Camp Richardson. There have been sightings of fresh bear paw prints in the morning hours. Not to mention that my father, while walking to the pier to meet with Captain Mike for our fishing trip, was tailed to the pier by Yogi as well.
More to follow =)
Since last Wednesday (my first day of vacation) I have: had really good noodles and a banana-nut dessert crepe with really good company (no pic, sorry), spent time with my family, who I almost never see, flying...which I almost never get to do.
I have gone to Yosemite, where I haven't been in 14 years.
Went fishing with Dad, my sister and brother.
Went parasailing (cross that off the list of stuff to do) with everyone, even Mom went and she doesn't like flying...or boats for that matter.
Saw an underground profile chamber of Taylor Creek, a salmon-spawning ground.
It also seems that I have made some friends...a group of inquisitive-looking ducks that follow me around while I'm walking on the beach (could just be that they think I'm going to feed them, but I'm going
with my magnetic personality).And we have games. Turns out I'm pretty good at Scattergories and Scrabble. Not quite so good at Whoonu though.
Tomorrow we have rock-climbing on the menu, although Dad got a little head start...
Maybe some kayaking. How cool is that.
Also, apparently Yogi the Bear is stalking Camp Richardson. There have been sightings of fresh bear paw prints in the morning hours. Not to mention that my father, while walking to the pier to meet with Captain Mike for our fishing trip, was tailed to the pier by Yogi as well.
More to follow =)
Saturday, September 15, 2007
tick..tick..tick..tick
No, that's not a bomb getting ready to blow up. It's the countdown clock to my vacation. 4 more work days and then it is ON.
The trick now is to stay motivated for the next 4 days. I have plenty to do at home to get ready, basically making sure I'm ready for two trips in quick succession before I leave for the first one. This is probably the most filled-up vacation I've had in a while, plan-wise. There isn't going to be much along the way of slack time.
Here's how it is shaping up so far...
Wednesday: On the road to Yosemite. Be there by 1, do my sightseeing. Check in at 5. Sleep by 8.
Thursday: Up by 4:30. On the trail by 5:30. Back to Curry by 8pm.
Friday: Drive home. Leave YNP by 10am. Have a nice dinner with good company =)
Saturday: Off to Reno. I think the fam had last-second planning stuff to do.
Sunday: Rolling to Camp Richardson. R-E-L-A-X.
Monday: Fishing!
Tuesday: Parasailing!
Wednesday: Rock climbing! Hopefully not rock-falling!
Thursday: Back to Reno. Dinner somewhere for my sister's b'day =)
Friday: Probably more rocks. Indoor though.
Saturday, Sunday: Somewhere in here is a UNR-UNLV football game, dinner with family visiting from Hawaii, and dinner with a friend of the family, who purportedly has mad ordering skills at the restaurant we're going to. Skills along the lines of getting stuff on some special menu that not everyone can order from (?) We'll see how good it is, but even my sister liked it and she's by her own admission VERY picky.
Monday: Golfing with Dad.
Tuesday: Coming home.
Wednesday: Golf, I think. No softball, bye week. Maybe softball practice.
Thursday-Friday: Um, I don't know yet. Maybe more golf.
I like, I like.
Now all I have to do is figure out how, with this new goofball schedule that they are shoving down our collective EXA throats, I'm going to get 10/21-22 for my sister's marathon and the first weekend in November for Tahoe off.
That should be interesting.
The trick now is to stay motivated for the next 4 days. I have plenty to do at home to get ready, basically making sure I'm ready for two trips in quick succession before I leave for the first one. This is probably the most filled-up vacation I've had in a while, plan-wise. There isn't going to be much along the way of slack time.
Here's how it is shaping up so far...
Wednesday: On the road to Yosemite. Be there by 1, do my sightseeing. Check in at 5. Sleep by 8.
Thursday: Up by 4:30. On the trail by 5:30. Back to Curry by 8pm.
Friday: Drive home. Leave YNP by 10am. Have a nice dinner with good company =)
Saturday: Off to Reno. I think the fam had last-second planning stuff to do.
Sunday: Rolling to Camp Richardson. R-E-L-A-X.
Monday: Fishing!
Tuesday: Parasailing!
Wednesday: Rock climbing! Hopefully not rock-falling!
Thursday: Back to Reno. Dinner somewhere for my sister's b'day =)
Friday: Probably more rocks. Indoor though.
Saturday, Sunday: Somewhere in here is a UNR-UNLV football game, dinner with family visiting from Hawaii, and dinner with a friend of the family, who purportedly has mad ordering skills at the restaurant we're going to. Skills along the lines of getting stuff on some special menu that not everyone can order from (?) We'll see how good it is, but even my sister liked it and she's by her own admission VERY picky.
Monday: Golfing with Dad.
Tuesday: Coming home.
Wednesday: Golf, I think. No softball, bye week. Maybe softball practice.
Thursday-Friday: Um, I don't know yet. Maybe more golf.
I like, I like.
Now all I have to do is figure out how, with this new goofball schedule that they are shoving down our collective EXA throats, I'm going to get 10/21-22 for my sister's marathon and the first weekend in November for Tahoe off.
That should be interesting.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Sweet and sour
Got my backpack in the mail. Sweet.
Looked at the weather forecast for next week. Sour.
Day off today. Sweet.
Ended up working for 4.5 hours anyway. Sour.
Made it on time for softball. Sweet.
We lost and the slump continues. Sour.
Mom's birthday today. Sweet.
I'm not there to celebrate it. Sour.
Vacation in less than one week. SWEET.
Six days straight of work between now and then. SOUR.
Even though we lost tonight, we all still went to hang out afterward. Sweet.
There's no Sour to that. It's weird how much I enjoy that time. Weird in as good a way as there is. It's like stress relief from the grinds of work. Great company, lots of laughs, how do you go wrong with that? I always look forward to that time.
Looked at the weather forecast for next week. Sour.
Day off today. Sweet.
Ended up working for 4.5 hours anyway. Sour.
Made it on time for softball. Sweet.
We lost and the slump continues. Sour.
Mom's birthday today. Sweet.
I'm not there to celebrate it. Sour.
Vacation in less than one week. SWEET.
Six days straight of work between now and then. SOUR.
Even though we lost tonight, we all still went to hang out afterward. Sweet.
There's no Sour to that. It's weird how much I enjoy that time. Weird in as good a way as there is. It's like stress relief from the grinds of work. Great company, lots of laughs, how do you go wrong with that? I always look forward to that time.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Irritated
I have been easily irritated at work for the last few days. It's been bad enough that one of my regular customers gave me a pat on the back today and said "it'll be ok". When I asked her what she meant, she said it looked like I've been out of it the last couple of times she'd been in the store. She mentioned that although I'd been my usual nice self to her it didn't look like I'd been that way with anyone else...her word was "snippy", or maybe it was "snappy". Either way, that's not good. After I thanked her for letting me know, I went back to work, distracted by her comment. I asked one of my cashiers if I seemed off the last couple of days and she said "yup, you sure have...but I wasn't gonna say nothin' cause it's none of my business." That's not good. ..sigh..
Truth is, I'm not exactly loving my job right now. But I do enjoy the people I work with...my customers, and my crew...even my manager, who is one of the easiest people to work for there is; firm but fair. Yet, it feels like I'm not all there. Why?
Is it because I'm two weeks away from going on a looooooong vacation? Could be. Very distinct possibility.
Is it because I don't like what I do? As days pass, I'm beginning to wonder if this is true too. This job is as much about believing that you can do it as much as being able to actually do it. Right now, I am doubting myself...and the recurring theme...that's not good. How can I lead without believing that I'm leading effectively? Why should people follow me if they can sense my doubt?
Paradoxically, although I am good at self-deprecation, I am actually quite self-assured. Weird, but true. My belief in myself and my abilities is one of my greatest personal strengths. I can see that belief starting to ebb, and I'm not sure why. And it's not just at work, strangely enough. Even in something as second-nature as softball, a game I've been playing for years, I noticed myself feeling very uncomfortable. In the field, at the plate. Normally that doesn't happen. But the last two, three games it's like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop...right on my head.
I don't know exactly what's happening. I know I'll shake out of it, but I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to do it yet.
..grin.. But vacation sure won't hurt. I look forward to everything I've planned. To fishing, climbing, hiking, golfing, taking pictures, laughing, relaxing, reading, and just plain enjoying myself and the company of friends and family while I'm off of work. It's going to be so nice.
T-minus 12 days, 11 of which involve work. Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Truth is, I'm not exactly loving my job right now. But I do enjoy the people I work with...my customers, and my crew...even my manager, who is one of the easiest people to work for there is; firm but fair. Yet, it feels like I'm not all there. Why?
Is it because I'm two weeks away from going on a looooooong vacation? Could be. Very distinct possibility.
Is it because I don't like what I do? As days pass, I'm beginning to wonder if this is true too. This job is as much about believing that you can do it as much as being able to actually do it. Right now, I am doubting myself...and the recurring theme...that's not good. How can I lead without believing that I'm leading effectively? Why should people follow me if they can sense my doubt?
Paradoxically, although I am good at self-deprecation, I am actually quite self-assured. Weird, but true. My belief in myself and my abilities is one of my greatest personal strengths. I can see that belief starting to ebb, and I'm not sure why. And it's not just at work, strangely enough. Even in something as second-nature as softball, a game I've been playing for years, I noticed myself feeling very uncomfortable. In the field, at the plate. Normally that doesn't happen. But the last two, three games it's like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop...right on my head.
I don't know exactly what's happening. I know I'll shake out of it, but I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to do it yet.
..grin.. But vacation sure won't hurt. I look forward to everything I've planned. To fishing, climbing, hiking, golfing, taking pictures, laughing, relaxing, reading, and just plain enjoying myself and the company of friends and family while I'm off of work. It's going to be so nice.
T-minus 12 days, 11 of which involve work. Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
A comment
Why is it that some people can say whatever they want, act however they want, and their otherwise perfectly sane and reasonable significant other puts up with it? I just don't get it.
From a guy's perspective, I don't like whiny, clingy, self-absorbed girls. They are IRRITATING. I know some guys dig that and for the life of me I don't get why. It drives me nuts just being anywhere nearby. Maybe it's a need to be needed, I don't know. Sure that's kind of a nice feeling. Like taking care of your significant other when he/she is sick. But every day for every little thing? Um, no.
sigh....
Side note: Labor Day weekend was really good. Sunday featured golf and a road trip down to D&B's, Monday brought a BBQ (which brought on the comment above, but other than that good times) and some relatively tame softball practice. In jeans. Nice to see all the people in attendance making the long drives, and a pleasant surprise to see some who I didn't think were going to make it. All in all, a really good day.
double sigh....
And now it's back to work. Straight through next Tuesday, off next Wednesday. Then it's work till the following Tuesday...then it's V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N! The countdown begins now...
14 days to go. 12 work days to go. Tick tock, tick tock =)
From a guy's perspective, I don't like whiny, clingy, self-absorbed girls. They are IRRITATING. I know some guys dig that and for the life of me I don't get why. It drives me nuts just being anywhere nearby. Maybe it's a need to be needed, I don't know. Sure that's kind of a nice feeling. Like taking care of your significant other when he/she is sick. But every day for every little thing? Um, no.
sigh....
Side note: Labor Day weekend was really good. Sunday featured golf and a road trip down to D&B's, Monday brought a BBQ (which brought on the comment above, but other than that good times) and some relatively tame softball practice. In jeans. Nice to see all the people in attendance making the long drives, and a pleasant surprise to see some who I didn't think were going to make it. All in all, a really good day.
double sigh....
And now it's back to work. Straight through next Tuesday, off next Wednesday. Then it's work till the following Tuesday...then it's V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N! The countdown begins now...
14 days to go. 12 work days to go. Tick tock, tick tock =)
Friday, August 31, 2007
meeting
Wednesday our district had a meeting. Actually, two meetings...one for the store managers, and one right after for the EXA's.
At the meeting, we were told that effective September 15th, our pay would be converted to hourly.
Now this should be good news, right? I should be happy. But I'm not.
Pros:
-With the hours I normally work, this would be a HUGE raise
-Holiday pay
-No change in status, management tree remains the same
Cons:
-With the change, they won't want to pay OT so I won't be working so many hours and therefore no HUGE raise.
-Back in the holiday rotation
-No more 2 weekends/month off...granted those were few and far between anyway, but now I'm married to a 5.5 day/week schedule.
-We lose our yearly bonus...well, not exactly. It gets spread out over the full year. Sounds good, right? That's the base bonus. If you're in a store that does well, you get a percentage of the profits as well. That part's gone too.
So what's the deal? Who knows. Maybe a couple of weeks from now I'll feel better about it, but not just yet. We'll see what happens.
At the meeting, we were told that effective September 15th, our pay would be converted to hourly.
Now this should be good news, right? I should be happy. But I'm not.
Pros:
-With the hours I normally work, this would be a HUGE raise
-Holiday pay
-No change in status, management tree remains the same
Cons:
-With the change, they won't want to pay OT so I won't be working so many hours and therefore no HUGE raise.
-Back in the holiday rotation
-No more 2 weekends/month off...granted those were few and far between anyway, but now I'm married to a 5.5 day/week schedule.
-We lose our yearly bonus...well, not exactly. It gets spread out over the full year. Sounds good, right? That's the base bonus. If you're in a store that does well, you get a percentage of the profits as well. That part's gone too.
So what's the deal? Who knows. Maybe a couple of weeks from now I'll feel better about it, but not just yet. We'll see what happens.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
what I did yesterday
I drove to Marin, something I hadn't done in a while. Basically, since I moved to this side of the Bay. When I lived on the Peninsula (and was single with free time) I would drive out to the Headlands and just go walking. It was one of my favorite things to do. That and walking along the Great Highway, from Sloat all the way up to the Cliff House and back...and that was pre-IPod too.
Turns out that I'm a pretty sucky navigator. I didn't bother getting directions, since I'd been there so often. Also, having taken the route to San Rafael before on my trip to Fortuna, I figured it'd basically be the same to Marin, just turn left instead of right. Wrong. A "blink and you'll miss it" exit sign is what I missed, and that cost me about a half-hour trying to circle back to get to where I needed to go.
By the time I got to Marin, it was almost 330. During the morning I was checking my email to see if there would be softball practice, and it seemed like a no-go so the late arrival didn't bother me too much. But then two people responded with messages. DOH. So I went straight to the tourist spot in the Headlands, parked the car and waited for the fog I knew from experience would be c
I was not to be disappointed. The rolling blanket crept in slowly from the west, oozing gently into the Bay. Oddly, the fingers went around the South Tower of the bridge, but for the most part, not in front through the midspan. By now, the wind was whistling in through the Gate...below I could see kiteboarders just to the west of the bridge, ca
After driving out, I decided that I'd waited too long to come back. Next time I'll make sure to drive out to the old lighthouse with my camera(s) and just sit. Read. Take pictures. And enjoy the serenity. It's nice.
Softball practice went ok. Didn't really do anything to help me tonight though. We all went to watch another game at Orange, the old Disco Inferno stomping grounds, which
Tonight's game was odd. We came out really flat. No energy. Just kind of bleah. And the scoreboard at the end of the game reflected it...13-5, LOSE-AHH.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
hmmm.
It occurred to me recently that I say that a lot. "hmmm." Don't know why.
So it's now 110am, and I can't sleep...which is why I'm typing away. Let's see. What am I going to write about?
Hmmm.
A bunch of my very lucky friends just came back from a Yosemite trip they took this weekend. I have yet to hear details, but from what I hear fun was had...not surprisingly...and everyone made it home safe and sound. I await the photos that I am sure are forthcoming, as I am certain they will be very, very good. Originally I had planned to go this coming weekend, Labor Day weekend, to make my pilgrimage to what my Mom always called "God's Country"...but a serious lack of reasonably priced accommodations anywhere near the park put the whammy on that. So now I have planned a trip three weeks hence...on the 19th-21st of September. I have already begun my preparations and cannot WAIT.
The 19th also marks an important day for me...the start of almost three weeks off from work. I SO need this time to recharge. Work has been a complete grind basically since I was transferred out of my old store in Berkeley in June 06 to Oakland. For different reasons, though. With that store, my manager and I never really saw eye-to-eye...which made things harder than perhaps they should have been. With this store, I like everything about it...except that I have to drive 42 miles to get there everyday. It basically costs me $300 a month EXTRA to work at my current store than it did to work at the Oakland store. And that's a pocketbook ouch that I don't get reimbursed for, either.
Now I'm trying to figure out what to do on my day off. Climbing and exercising is part of it. I just don't know what to do with the rest. Golf? Softball practice? Or maybe I'll just come home and rest. That might work too. Lord knows I could use it...not so much physically, but mentally. I'm fried, as they say. Never mind, I got it. I know what I'm doing today. I'll tell you when I get back home.
So it's now 110am, and I can't sleep...which is why I'm typing away. Let's see. What am I going to write about?
Hmmm.
A bunch of my very lucky friends just came back from a Yosemite trip they took this weekend. I have yet to hear details, but from what I hear fun was had...not surprisingly...and everyone made it home safe and sound. I await the photos that I am sure are forthcoming, as I am certain they will be very, very good.
The 19th also marks an important day for me...the start of almost three weeks off from work. I SO need this time to recharge. Work has been a complete grind basically since I was transferred out of my old store in Berkeley in June 06 to Oakland. For different reasons, though. With that store, my manager and I never really saw eye-to-eye...which made things harder than perhaps they should have been. With this store, I like everything about it...except that I have to drive 42 miles to get there everyday. It basically costs me $300 a month EXTRA to work at my current store than it did to work at the Oakland store. And that's a pocketbook ouch that I don't get reimbursed for, either.
Now I'm trying to figure out what to do on my day off. Climbing and exercising is part of it. I just don't know what to do with the rest. Golf? Softball practice? Or maybe I'll just come home and rest. That might work too. Lord knows I could use it...not so much physically, but mentally. I'm fried, as they say.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Party!
I now welcome myself to the land of Blogger. More to come for the one or two people who may read this stuff.
So party at BG & Tisza's...
Gotta like that. Dual-purpose get-together...Mary-Anne birthday cake (and don't get me started on the ice cream cake; knowing it was from Baskin Robbins should be enough to determine its mint chocolate chip goodness) and just an excuse to have the gang together.
I learned a few things at this shindig. 1) I REALLY suck at Pictionary. Ok as a "guesser", but wow do I suck as a "drawer". 2) Tisza's garlic noodles: spicy, but GOOOOOOOOOOOOD. 3) Board games are fun. CatchPhrase at 3am brings new meaning to the term "Quiet Riot". Laughter stifled as we tried mostly in vain to avoid making too much noise. Hilarious!
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