So I went for a little in-line skating action today (with Bubs on a bike) for the first time in what seems to be a long time. All the painful memories came back to me (feet hurting, ankles hurting, back hurting). But lest I be nothing but a complainer, it was fun (I mean, the constant fear of falling down made it all the more exhilarating)
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Went for lunch today with Lester and Michelle. Listening to them as they talked about getting married and what they expected...yeah...*goodlucknotgoingcrazy*
Had a fun time at the Water Festival with wifey, Kevuth and the Kids. Someone even asked me if Trinity was my daughter. Riiiiiiight...because someone as cute as her would look like something that came out of Sharon and I...lol
Something's Fishy Here
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Went to the Dr. Ivy Koh recommended Optometrist Dr. Christine Yeung today for the first time. Seems as though I'm getting blinderer. I can't wait till they come up with a new procedure that can fix eyes. Like using lasers or something
So I think my fascination with Glee is starting to wain. I think it's starting to get a bit too formulaic for my liking, and the music numbers are also getting somewhat predictable. Aren't I just a critic now? (now?!?)
So I don't drink alcohol. Not a surprise considering I don't particularly like the taste of bitter. Everyone always tells me it's an acquired taste (but why the hell would I want to acquire the taste of crap?).
Well anywho, I came upon this item at the grocery store and decided to try it out:
The "Tiger" stands for "yuck"
I mean, I thought to myself, "I like malt. Why won't I like this?"
I took a sip and started thinking, "hey, now I can drink this faux beer while all my other friends drink the real stuff!"
I took another sip and quickly decided that it was...crap.
So this morning, I recalled a dream I had two nights ago that made sense of why I did what I did.
I was dreaming that I had a pistol in my hand and that I was all gangsta and what not (the fact that I say "gangsta" obviously indicates I am anything but). I remember getting into an argument with someone in my dream, and then going up to them and pistol whipping them on the head and yelling, "what now? WHAT NOW?!?"
And that's the reason I was hitting Sharon on top of her head in the middle of the night and why she woke me up and why she was saying, "hey! HEY!"
It's funny sometimes when dreams get incorporated into real life. Even funnier when you get someone else involved.
We had a great lunch today. I still miss seeing her everyday though
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So is this the life of a Supervisor? I'm scheduled to have a day off tomorrow but I am still coming in for a half-day of training. I'll just chalk this up to "the sacrifices we have to make for the job"
So physically, I'm not doing too bad today. But I still feel gross because I did my post-race ritual of stuffing my face with junk food last night (wings and dessert? Yeah...feeling all sorts of disgusting this morning).
Yesterday was fun. I let Arvin win because if I didn't, he wouldn't have come back next year (because who wants to keep competing if you keep losing...lol...I know you're reading this). Feli and Milton Lester ran for the first time and they did really well, considering this was the first time either of them actually completed 10km. Some people at work were thinking that Milton Lester wouldn't even finish or show up; he did alright. Now will he show up at work on Monday? That's another story.
And my sister-in-law also ran and did awesome (again, considering she never actually completed 10km before). That meant baby-boy was at the finish line, which is always great.
So next year should be fun. Hope the same, if not more people join (looking at you BGay, if you come back to Ontario on-time)
Race tomorrow so I went to pick up the race kit today. Every year the runner's expo gets crappier and crappier. Argay and I were remembering the first year we went, and how we got a tech shirt, water bottle and tons of swag. This year? A cheap, neon-green cotton shirt, a one-time use heating pad for menstrual pains (no joke), and a reuseable grocery bag. Wow.
Good thing I didn't train this year. That'll show them!
So Miknifer was giving away their trees in their backyard, and Sharon liked them. And of course it was cold and raining.
Anywho, borrowed Dad's van, dug soil to extract trees, transported trees, transported Miknifer's new tree, played with Rozzymaboo, planted new trees at our house, wet, cold, damp, no helicopter...so I sort of felt like a Helilogger? Well it seems to be a desire of mine to be one (with no basis in realism whatsoever. But whateves). Close enough?
So I was talking with Sharon about her job as a salesperson and how she has to be a "closer" to get the sale. She then said to me, "yeah, everyone tells me I have to watch that movie where they say 'Always Be Closing'. I think the movie is called Glengarry Glen Close".
I couldn't help by laugh and tell her, "Glengarry Glen Ross."
"Glengarry Glen Ross. Glengarry Glen Close? Glen Close is an actress."
So we made the jaunt to Buffalo this morning, and found ourselves at the Cheesecake Factory at the Walden Galleria. I had some of the best New England Clam Chowder. Yummmm....and the portions were crazy! (yet another instance of me saying, "no wonder them Americans are obese").
Shopping wasn't the greatest. Got a pair of pants, but that's about it.
Tonight we're gonna meet with Miknifer and Kirly at Bimiyan Kebab. I think I may need alka seltzer after today
Dammit, I gained weight these past few weeks (absolutely no surprise here, considering I've been eating like a champ/chump). Now I'm trying to be "exercise-superstar" by hitting it hard at the gym and then doing the "two-a-days" by playing ball in the evening.
As a result? Big blister on my foot. Crap.
Oh, note to self: if trying to lose weight? Yeah, lay off the junk food. Idiot
So we went to visit Ruthie and the girls today. I always forget how far they live. But whateves...it's always nice to see the girls (especially Sheky, the "Ralph Wiggum" of the girls. Love her to pieces).
And Kevin made these absolutely awesome ribs. I'm still thinking about them. Good times