Rebozo's Is Reyummy

So Sharon and I ended up in Toronto looking for furniture and the likes, when we conveniently ended up near a Mexican restaurant, Rebozo's. For some reason, my favourite cuisine has always been Mexican. So putting one and one together, we ended up eating there.

Dang good stuff:

Mouth...watering...right...now...

Shout out to Rowena for suggesting the spot. The ghettoness of the joint made it all the much more better.

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And the streak continues...we lost our basketball game today. The only difference is, we lost by three points. Much better than our usual 20 point drubbings.

I was mighty pissed off in the second half cause I only got to play like five minutes, to the point I shouted at my teammates. On top of that, I was also really mad at myself for not playing better (too many missed layups). I have to start playing smarter and better, and control my temper and emotions better. It's only a game, I suppose.

At least I have soccer to look forward to (I hope I didn't just jinx myself and the team)

Welcome To Canada

Well, it's February. Which only means we were meant for some of this:

That would be snow

I wrote in one of my previous posts how I was so intrigued by the big machinery that cleared the snow from my neighbourhood. Being the geek that I am, I took a couple of shots, trying my hardest to be discreet so the operator didn't, you know, be suspicious or anything and run me over:

This neighbourhood is so unique to me. Sure all the trucks idling and the physical snow removal add to atmospheric pollution (don't feel like any global warming to me at this moment right now anyhow), but dang, it's a departure from my old neighbourhood.

I think I love living here...almost can't wait for the springtime so we could start working on the outside of the house. (Oh yeah, and so that I don't have to shovel anymore)

Chair Me

For work, I think I'd want this chair: cumportabull! And of course it's not only meant for, ummm...work...ummm....

Imbeciles

It's really hard to appreciate and enjoy work when you work with some people that are irritating and idiots. I may be one of them to some, but not as much as some of them are to me.

Went to Ryerson today, and was genuinely excited and looking forward to the event. I was gonna be a "rep" for Peel and have the memories. Well, a bunch of things happened that made me sour:

-I wore the vest that Peel employees are supposed to wear when at special events. The other three? Nope. And not only that, two of them were Supervisors and the other girl is one of the few ones I don't like at work. And then they pointed and laughed at the fact I was wearing it, saying this was not a special event. Hey, way to not embarass me!

-one of the Supervisors told me information to tell the students. It was wrong information. When I came back from break, they pointed out (in front of all the potential applicants, no doubt) that I was giving wrong information. And of course he didn't fess up to the mistake. Hey, way to not embarass me!

-I went back to the office and through the advice of one of my co-workers, told me to tell my Supervisor and Manager, as word of my "misinformation" may be transmitted incorrectly, making me look incompetent. I did. And I felt like a snitch. Hey, way to not embarass me! (okay, the last one was my decision, but still)

Argh. Days like this I feel burnt out and wonder why I have to work with the people I do.

Sigh.

What Do You Look At When You Pee?

Well, if you were a guy and you used my powder room, you would be looking at this:

He makes sure you wash your hands

Then you would promptly be possessed.

Hi!

So there has been a dearth of posts lately, and with reason. I think I'm going to start making a conscientious effort not to spend so much time on the Internet, especially on the weekends. I spend so much time on the computer at work, that it can't possibly be good for me. In fact, it may be an obsession. I'll still try to post pics.

But.

Not today.

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I'm beginning to really like this soccer team. It may do more with the fact that I really like my team (they treat me like that Special Olympics athlete and cheer me on no matter what. I think it may have something to do with the fact that I'm the token Asian, but I'd rather think of it because I surprise them that I may actually have some sort of idea that I know what I'm doing).

It may also have something to do with the fact that I finally scored my first goal today! And to add gravy to that mashed potatoes, I scored again! It helps having really good teammates that pass to me every opportunity. And if I was even half as good as I think I am in my head, I would've really scored five goals (that's how many open shots I had. I know my Italian and Portugese teammates would've).

I told my team that I'm not playing anymore. I've plateaued. I'm going out on top of my game.

Yeah, right

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And of course, Happy Birthday to my Mother Dearest today. Man, life is going by fast

Who Has A Day Off Tomorrow?

I do! Finally.

I have all these plans to do things, which will eventually turn out to doing...not even 32% of what I want to do. Oh well.

The point is, I won't be working. Score!

Welcome To Cribs

"Oh, y'alls wanna see what's in ma fridge?" (okay fine, another cop-out for a "creative pic")

Taking my work home with me?

See that in the centre? That's one of my all-time favourite drinks: Vitasoy Malt Soyamilk...yummmm

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I didn't realize how much winning would do to for your mood. I won in basketball this morning, and it got me feeling great. My soccer team is winning, and it's making me feel great. I really like the term, "I win!"

I Think We Need ADT, Alarmforce Or Just The Police

Caught someone breaking and entering into our house:

He'd be less intimidating if I saw him in a rearview mirror

But anyway, I confronted him and took care of the situation.

I will hug you to death

He's lucky Sharon didn't Kee-Ya him.

(Yep...we're gonna be one of "those houses" next Christmas season thanks to my wife and her bargain-hunting skills. Mind you, I'm the one who really wanted it)

I'm Beginning To Like This Soccer Thing

It may have something to do with the fact that we are actually winning (as opposed to my loveable-losers basketball team), but that's besides the point.

I now know why soccer (I would use the term "football" but, you know, that's a poser thing to do) players get all dramatic when they miss their chance to score the goal: it's damn hard to get chances! So all the more reason for me to be upset with myself. I think I missed four really good chances to score. My goal (excuse the pun) this season? One goal. Argh!

In a self-serving way, though, I am happy to report that my line was successful in scoring both goals today (we won 2-1), with one of my shots being blocked by the goalkeep (poser-alert with the jargon) but the rebound being promptly put away by our resident superstar Frank. He gave me all the props afterwards, along with all my teammates saying I did really, really well, but I think they are way too nice and encouraging. All I know was I was just trying not to embarass myself and trying to stave off the heartattack.

Oh yeah, here's a pic of my lime green team, "The Peelers":

A highlighter barfed on our jerseys

That's right, our lockeroom is co-ed. This game is grrrrreat!

I sorta can't wait till next week, although I fear all my juice will have run out by then. We'll see.

Clover*bleech*

So I watched Cloverfield with KenKen, and two factors made me want to barf:

1. We came a little late, so we had to sit in the front row

2. The movie is Blair Witch Project-style, with shakey cam and everything

Put those two together? The first time I felt like I was going to vomit in a movie ever. It got so bad I had to close my eyes for a good 4 minutes at one point.

Not to mention the storyline sorta lacked and the ending, well, the ending finished the only way it could. Basically, I felt unfulfilled and sick afterwards.

Either than that? It was an okay movie, I guess

Flaming

Errr...that is, burnt out. I dunno, I just don't have it in me right now. I have so many things to do, but no motivation to do it.

I should just go by that mantra, "just shut up and do it."

It's on the way...

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Having my keyk and eating it too:

Before it was eaten, not after. Really!

Made a fake-cake for my team as it was May's faux-going-away party and Aldo's birthday. I wasn't that pleased with this cake. I should learn how to do it by scratch.

Don't Tell Me!

So I've come to a realization, well...more of an acceptance today. For years I've been trying to convince people that I could, but for some reason or another, the opposite comes true.

Instead of trying to talk cryptically, I'll just say it: I can't keep "secrets".

Backgrounder: one of my workmates, May, who started two months ago, told me she was handing in her resignation. I was genuinely sad she was leaving, cause I got along well with her. Well, me with the blabbermouth, started telling some friends at work she was leaving. Including my Supervisor and Manager (yes, I know, dumbbard I be). Little did I know May was playing a trick, and even got the Supervisor and Manager to play along. In other words, everyone was in on it except me, and everyone was laughing how I was the only one who didn't know she really wasn't leaving.

Now, while she didn't make a big deal about me telling a lot of people, Kiran had said to me, "see? You can't keep secrets." I tried to counter with: "but I don't tell the important secrets." But after I said that, I realized that really, it doesn't matter. I shouldn't have said anything in the first place, and I felt horrible and awful.

I'm trying hard to mature and be all adult-like and all that, and I'm sure that includes being able to keep my mouth shut. But I'm one of those guys that likes being the first to "break news" (easy there CP24). The more I think about it, that fact alone makes me think I'm regressing from becoming that adult I want to be. Pretty ridiculous, really.

I've thought about this fact about myself plenty of times in the past, and everytime I kept telling myself that I can't prove to people that I can keep secrets by actually verbally telling them. Instead, I thought I would have to prove it to them by my actions, no matter how long it took (ie. months, years, etc.).

But now? Forget it...I giveup; I don't think I can keep secrets. I guess I shouldn't be offended when people don't tell me things, and I equally shouldn't be offended if I tell something to someone I don't want to be broadcast but that person tells other people.

Holy blabbering. In the end, I hope people don't tell me things they consider a secret. At this point, I don't think I want to know. My brain hurts. My mental strength is waning...sigh

@^$#@%@^^%!!

Dammit, I swore again today. I think my mental strength is starting to break down. I gotta start focusing again...argh

Equation Of A Good Day

Getting my banged up knee fixed from the Chiro + touring the CityTV building with Arjay + Burrito Boyz + cheap Raptors tickets + free "hook-ups" from Ron's friend at the ACC which turned into Platinum seats + Biermarket Poutine

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So I got fooled at work, with one of my workmates May getting the Supervisor to be in cahoots with her. I'm impressed, and can't help but laugh at the foolishness of it all. Oops!

Before:

Smile now, frown later...and for the rest of the amortization period

Pic of my brother and sister-in-law in front of their new home they will be moving into on February 1. They are smiling. I wonder what the "after" pic will look like. "After" as in "after they start paying the mortgage." Happened to us!

The Beautiful Game?

So my first foray into the "beautiful game" (aka soccer). Yeah, beautiful if you mean blisters are beautiful. I was breaking in the new cleats, so really, I shouldn't be surprised.

I would like to think of it as a semi-success: I didn't score, but at the same time I didn't, say, rupture my achilles tendon or anything. I got a good workout, and am glad to say my knee didn't completely fall apart from my injury last Saturday (I still had to ice it down when I got home). Can't wait till next week.

Oh yeah, forgot to mention: co-ed league and we get only one lockeroom. I really like this game! Yee-uh!

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My wife is funny. She, herself, is foraying (I think that's a fun word) into a new sport: rock-climbing. What did I find on my camera? This:

Wanted: rock to climb on

I think it's funny how she always teases me as to how excited I get when I get a new pair of shoes, yet, unbeknownst to me she took this picture with my camera of her new kicks. Buyer's high? Perhaps...until the bill comes!

Ironing Out The Sloth

It's not that much, really:

"This smells fresh";"I just washed it...four months ago!"

Just haven't ironed since September. Yikes.

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I swore today. I shouldn't have. I plan on posting everyday I swear. I hope this is the last time this year.

Who Needs A Knee?

After today, I certainly do. We resumed our dismal basketball season (and my continued performance of non-scoring) and lost by about 30 points. I also got the dreaded "knee-on-knee collisions" which is hurting me something fierce. And wouldn't you know it? My psychic premonition came true: I was to get injured before I start my soccer league on Monday. Who needs a knee for soccer? Sigh.

One of the opponents said to us after the game what I felt all along: "You need taller players." You think?

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After the game, Sharon, Beeg and Neens and I went to MEC in downtown.

Obligatory Boyz II Men End Of The Road shot

My wife is going to start her new hobby: rock-climbing. Afterwards we realized that she's more into the individual success sports (ie. swimming, karate, and now rock-climbing) whereas I'm more into the team sports (ie. basketball, baseball, soccer). I guess I'm not a snob?

Symbolism At It's Finest?

My friend Mike and Marci's wedding invitation:

Delivered by tiny pallbearers

While really nice , it almost...(ironically? symbolically? representatively?) looks like...a...coffin?

It also prompted the oft asked question by those who received it: how do you mail this? I'm almost expecting quite the lavish affair now

A Cop-Out For A "Creative Picture"

So I started to take pictures with my camera thinking I could be creative for this blog. You know, one of those "one creative pic a day" sort of themed things. Well, today is a cop-out, besides the fact I'm not that creative with a camera. I just took random shots of some co-workers (check out Alex in the white sweater...hilarious I tell you):

I can't even...

...think of anything...

..."funny" to say. Sigh

File Under "Not Fond Of":

Traffic

Took my camera outside for the first time, and this is the best I could do?!?

Can't wait till gas goes up to like $2.00/L, only because I believe there will be less cars on the road. Maybe it doesn't work that way, but I can dream. Because on top of my frugal-on-the-gas car, I would have my frugal-on-the-gas motorcycle? Maybe...maybe

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Met a Financial Advisor today...looks like Sharon and I are okay. Not great, but okay. Or as I would gayly say: Ohkyay!

Working Change

So things are gonna be a changin' at work...I'm gonna get help soon! Yee-uh.

Oh yeah, I'm also going to Rye High on Jan. 30 to be one of Peel's Representatives. Sucks for Peel!

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Attire: Business-Super Casual

This is my wife. She works really hard.

(I really should start taking the camera outside of the house; I'm gonna run out of things to take pictures of here. Plus, I think Sharon it going to kill me soon with all these pictures I've been taking so far)

Art Attack

So Sharon and I forayed for the first time into the art world and got this rather conservative piece:

Let's call a treety

I would say that we spent a long time thinking about it and seeing if it touched our souls, but really...it was on sale.

I think for the next piece it'll be a nude portrait. Of myself.

That way, no one will visit!

New Year, Same Lazy

So this has been hanging (or not hanging) on my mind since last year:

I've been framed

I have to figure out a way to get it hung. I have an idea of how to do it, I'm just, well...lazy? I dunno, I can't seem to get motivated enough. I blame the cold weather

Two Things I Like, Together For The First Time

Jen's cookies and the floor tiles we bought this past summer.

5 second rule!

Delicious

Oh Yeah, I Almost Forgot

Got this baby last night:

Baby...where'd you get that body from?

Delta Power baby! Now I'm going to unecessarily cut things...

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words...

...this one? Maybe a thousand expletives. To me. From my loving wife.

I see you!

Whatever the case, I love her because she works really hard. And she paints. I did find it funny that she had a professional painter come over to do an estimate for the high walls/ceilings that we don't have a desire to do, while she was painting. Talk about opening yourself up for criticism (at least that's how I'd feel).

As Promised...

...first picture of the year:

Hobbes...going Supernova

It's a pretty boring one with no imagination, but I figure I'm on my computer so much I might as well take a picture of, well, my computer. And my messy desk. This desk creates a lot of tension in Sharon's head.

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Also the first day back at work today. Needless to say: ouch

So?

Every year it seems I have some new year's resolution list I never get around to completing. Let's see how I did from last year:

"That's right, time to make New Years Resolutions that I don't keep! I am, however, happy to report that I did stick to one from last years' resolutions: don't swear. Do you know how mentally hard it is to not swear? It almost takes away 36% brain concentration capacity trying to think of euphanisms for swear words.
So every year I think of new resolutions I usually end up breaking. And because I actually stuck to one (and subsquently have a sense of accomplishment and feel I deserve an award or something), I am not going to make a resolution. Instead, through the advice of Arvin, I will just substitue my "Resolutions List" to a "To Do List":
1. Iron clothes
2. Clean bathroom
3. Change spark plugs on car
4. Clean Car
5. Go neighbourhood/house hunting"

Oh...oops...it's really sad when my thoughts for this year's resolution list was to do a "To Do List" but I did it last year already without realizing I did it last year. I am happy to report that I still continue not to swear, but not so happy to report that the first thing on my list this year is still to iron my clothes. Yikes.

Here's my list this year:

1. Be a good husband (that's a first)

2. Help clean up around the house (another first)

3. Be more healthy (not a first, but always recurring. I did lose some weight, but I'm afraid I might've gained it back already. I did join the 10km race again, so I don't have a choice. And I did join the basketball and soccer league)

4. Finish the renos!!! (Right.)

5. Be more money-wise

6. Be an adult

Let's see how it turns out this time next year

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So we had a fun party at our house. Quiet with only Team Miknifer and Brain Kim and his new girlfriend for the countdown, but more peeps (including Arvin's "friend") passed by earlier for our Fajita party. Oh, but Ron and Mel squared passed by afterwards. Ron is funny when he's drunk.

Then we woke up...at 12:45pm. Dang...haven't done that in a long while.

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Other things that happened recently that I haven't posted about:

-did the annual ritual/tradition during this time of year; watched the entire fifth season of CSI:Miami. It's increasingly become my favourite of the CSI's. Why? One word: Horatio

-we are even more officially adults; we got a Costco membership. What's that all about?

-my wife finished writing all her wedding thank you cards. I should prolly start mine. Dammit.

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I have noticed (a long while back) that I haven't been putting photos into my blog. In an effort to continue being "creative" and due to my luck finding a digital camera in Greece, I will do one of those "photo a day or as often as I can" on my posts. I'll try. Seriously. Starting tomorrow.

Our Devirginizing NYE Party Experience

Will occur tomorrow. And what says New Years better than a Mexican/Carribean theme? I'm not sure!

Lots O' Things Left To Do

...before the new year. My it's gone by so fast. My life at this point compared to last year? Drastic change at the least

I Take Steaking Seriously

So it's been said here plenty of times how much I like steak. To find the "best steak" to me is a quest I take seriously. After some contemplating (as in, the past 28 seconds), I've decided to come up with this criteria:

1) Must be either a NY or T-Bone cut

2) Meat must be tender and not chewy; almost melt in your mouth

3) Medium-rare

4) Not break the bank (important because I cannot justify spending $50 on a cut of meat. I'm looking at your Ruth's Chris)

5) I have to try it at least twice, in case the first time required a mulligan. Unless the first time was so amazingly good, that a second time is not required.

Why do I bring this up? Well, I have carefully chosen my first "best steak." Almost surprisingly, the "best steak" happens to be from...East Side Mario's. Seriously. Here's the breakdown, according to the criteria above:

1) NY cut

2) Melted in my mouth

3) Bloody goodness

4) $20 with the fixin's

5) Second time trying it, in case the first time was a fluke. I mean, seriously, when you think of steak, you don't think of East Side Mario's

This is, of course, not set in stone. I will always be on the lookout for the best steak

Badda Boom Badda Finally

So our painting oddesey has finished...for now. But hey, at least it's done? Again...for now.

So, we'll celebrate by going to my favourite dirty franchise: East Side Mario's! Steak here I come...

Eck-Sess

So something I noticed about myself...I do things in excess (let's forget the obvious, that being the amount of food I eat...harhar). Case in point, ironing. I tend not to iron for a long while, then when I'm faced with doing it, I'll do it literally for 5 hours straight.

Why do I mention this? Well, the past four days I think I have painted a combined total of...38 hours. No, seriously. But, at least my wife was with me the whole time.

Next house we get? Yeah...no walls

I Got Boxed

So my wife wanted to go Boxing Day shopping, and I ended up buying all the things I wanted:

-power washer

-TV stand

Hey, she did get something:

-hedger

-paint

-uhhhh...lunch

I win?

Christmas Traditions: Old and New

Old: going to the Siervo house for Christmas and my Tita Alice making "specifically for me" the appetizer consisting of cream cheese, liver spread and cheddar cheese.

New: painting.

And now...the craziness of Boxing Day shopping tomorrow. Yikes

Merry Christmas Eve!

Off to Church and the fam jam tonight...then painting again tomorrow. It'll be a painting holiday!

Furious Balls

So Nina, Mel and Ron passed by, and we watched "Balls of Fury." Sometimes there are movies that are so bad that it's good, and I'm known to have enjoyed quite the stupid movies. I'm sorta disappointed though that this movie didn't even get to the status of "bad that it's good."

At least Maggie Q was nice to look at in the movie. I still want a ping pong table. Soon.

Stucco = Amour de Menstrual

So I was stuccoing the ceiling today. Aside from it being very messy, it also smelled. My wife said, "it smells like menstrual fluid."

I don't think I'll ever look (or smell) at stuccoing the same again.

Bluk.

Poser Time

So we got our soccer uniforms today, and much to my (gay) delight, it matches the cleats I bought a week ago. No doubt people on my team are going to think that I bought the cleats to match the jersey when really it was the other way around and coincidentally.

What makes it even worse is that undoubtedly I'm gonna be the worst guy on the team. But my motto is: make playing bad look good. Ooorite!

* * *

1.5 weeks off! Yee-uh!

* * *

1.5 weeks trying to finish the renoes! D'oh!

Okay Fine, Hustle Plan B

So today was a deadline for any of my workmates to join the team I'm currently on to, in my self-absorbed thoughts, "to help me out" (a 13 month "learning assignment" is what it's called when really it's a mat leave position). A certain PHI was supposed to join me, but the plans fell through.

So, my Supervisor was in a panic, and I guess I sorta was too. I saw my target (perhaps the only other PHI I would be comfortable working with) and started to, as the young kids say, hustle her. I was telling her all about the joys of working on my team.

And, to my delight, she seemed more interested than not.

I'm hoping this will turn out...

Let's Say I Was An NBA Player...

...and I was, you know, good...I would like my nickname to be DAGGERS

(yep, I'm a tard and the things I think when I win a game of basketball in the morning)

The Future...

...(Shop) will be spent trying to pay off the massive debt I incurred while buying my latest toys. Went to Future Shop and got a "good deal" (how good is it when it's crazy money?) thanks to an old baseball teamate/high school friend Carlos. But even though it's expensive, I still feel like I scored. So I'll just go and say it: score!

Snow Problem!

So the GTA's first snowfall of the year came and went, and I learned something great about my new neighbourhood: our roads get plowed early! I would like to say that it's a perk of living in Meadowvale and near Hazel, but that just might be in my head.

I also learned that it's pretty hard to plow in our cul-de-sacs, as they just don't leave the snow on the side of the road. In fact, they actually have to truck the snow out. I was quite flummoxed by that idea, for some reason, but at the same time I was mesmerized by the process. Maybe there is some substance to the accusations thrust upon me of being...strange

I Am Legend (In My Own Mind)

Watched it and thought, "eh...it's okay, nothing too blockbuster about it." Also didn't help that my wife thought I tricked her into watching it, as she didn't enjoy it too much (she of the not-so-appreciative-reception of scary flicks). I didn't know it was going to be like that, really.

Ma Baybay's Back

So after five days of being a bachelor, my wife is back from her sales meeting. It was quite the experience being a bachelor again...brings me back to...two months ago

Where Does The Day Go?

Seems like time is going by so fast -- with too much things to do. On top of that, we got our property tax bill for the year...yeah...maybe we should move to a smaller house...

On top of that, we got the electricity bill, the gas bill, the...woah, I sound like my Dad now

Why Bother Having A House?

Especially when you have spent more physical time at the office the past three days than actually at home? Okay, so this won't happen very often, but man-oh-man...this is nuts! I'm so not used to all this work. What the heck, am I in private industry or something?

Screw this! I'm claiming overtime for sure

Kerrrrazayyyyyy?!?

What the hell...when the heck was the last time I spent TWELVE FRIKIN' HOURS at work? I must think I'm some private sector employee.

I swear this reminds me of being a university student again, procrastinating with the best of them. Unfortunately, this is for money...sigh

So A New TV It Is!

Looks like we'll "have to" get a new TV that will fit our entertainment centre. While I'm somewhat excited about that prospect, I'm not excited about the debt it will incur. Oh well.

Oh yeah, and the family room is starting to come along...just a few more touch-ups, put up the shutters and get curtains, hook up the electronics, get a rug, ummm...okay, maybe not coming along that well

Maybe If I Drank Alcohol...

...I'd know the differences between Martinis?

So I made a mistake. Arvin invited us to go to a club today for Rich's birthday, and when he called the house, he told Sharon, "Devil's Martini." Knowing that Rich lives in Oakville, I thought the party was going to be at the club in Oakville called "Dirty Martini." Of course this confusion came to a head when we called Arvin and he said, "I'm in the lineup." We said we were too. Just that he was in Downtown Toronto, and we were in Oakville.

Thank goodness D. Martini's is no longer in business cause maybe my head would've exploded.

We ended up at Ron and Mel's house with Nina. At least the chocolate cake they made was awesome.

Determined

Gotta get out of my lazy funk...I'm gonna finish my work this weekend. I gotta. Dangit.

Operation Burgandy

It's a go...first coat down...five more to go

You Light Up My Life

My wife. However, it wasn't so bright going to that light fixture sale at the International Centre. The line-up was long, and if we actually decided to get something, we'd be in a 2 hour line-up just to pay.

I'm not going to that Umbra sale. I hate line-ups

Back Pain(t)s

Back pains are back, but I'll just attribute that to the fact I've been doing lots o' painting. The renos are starting to look like it's coming to fruition (or vegetablition). I sorta can't wait for it to be done; then we could actually invite people to our house.

I am sorta irked at myself that I didn't take the "before pics". Oh well, at least Sharon and myself will know the differences

Oochie

Seriously, these backpains worry me. How the heck can I be hurting already? I'm not even 30 years old.

It may have something to do with the fact I played soccer today and was flinging my body all around. Much fun; perhaps the achey back was worth it.

Oh yeah, and my wiring project is coming along...all due to the fact I bought a new home theatre system. Christmas comes early for Jason!

And to top it off, I gots a day off tomorrow. Well, I'll be working on renos and "overtime" so it may not necessarily be considered a day off in these eyes.

Wired

In all senses...got my TV and speaker cables in the walls now which took me a long while, which in turn leaves me wired. I think.

I don't wanna work tomorrow. I have this deadline for a manual I have to finish, but I'm nowhere near halfway done nor nowhere near halfway motivated to finish it. This can't be good.

Pan's Labyrinth

Watched it and thought it was an interesting movie (and any movie that makes Sharon physically squirm is a bonus). If I were a lesser man, I'd say something like, "they're coming out with a sequel, and it's called Pot's Maze!"

If I were a lesser man...

Maybe It's Better To Stop Counting

The scores our basketball team loses by, that is. We got smoked again today and I scored a whopping ZERO points. Very disappointing...exactly how am I going to make it into the NBA at this rate?

Basket-ball-night-long

So played ball this morning, I'm gonna play ball tonight, and I'm playing ball tomorrow. Ballin' is my hobby...ballin' is my hobby

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Contemplating buying a sound system for our TV...

Batting .333

Now while for baseball that would be a pretty decent average, when it comes to mentoring students becoming certified PHI's, it's, in my opinion, abysmal. Two of my students recently went for the examinations and I just found out that both of them failed. Making it even worse is the student I had that did pass I thought wasn't going to, while the two I thought would didn't. Go figure.

Is it a reflection of their mentor? I think so. I feel like that parent that has failed their child. Sucks.

Blah.

The Other Side Of The Fence Don't Look Bad

If I was single and had lower tolerance for the opposite sex, maybe the other side wouldn't look so bad. Unrelated to all of this was me training a room full of women today, with all of them questioning every topic I presented. Really...unrelated...

I Can See Clearly Now...

...that we got new windows! It's looking alrighty. Now we gotta paint. Woah.

I can also clearly see how much work at my actual work I gotta do still. I'm actually going to start doing work at home. Triple woah.

Sweet N' Sour Balls Of Heaven

Something about sweet n' sour chicken balls I really like. While not your classical Chinese food, it certainly satisfies my guylow Chinese cravings. Yum...

* * *

Ensuite bathroom is finally gutted, and ready to go. Prolly in a couple of months. Sigh.

Good news, though, is that we are getting our new windows tomorrow and Tuesday. Bad news, though, is the cost. Yikes

Diptastic

So we went to Donaldo and Robin's apartment in Toronto for a little shindig, and Robin made this dip that was fantastic. So good, in fact, that it warranted a Title to this post. Good people they are...hope they get married soon!

As Predicted...

...traffic chaos! First snowfall of the year, and it took me 1.5 hours to get to work.

One thing I'll miss about living at my parents house is the proximity of it to the highway. Since I was going north, and not a lot of cars go north, a day like this would only take me about 33 minutes to get to work (normal time would be about 23-27 minutes). But now that I live at my new house, and I take main roads to get to work (and of course people don't know how to drive in the snow), the commute which normally lasts 30 minutes took me 1.5 hours today. Ay nako!

Destructo With Cuts

So I spent the better part of yesterday dismantling my master bath. I now have cuts on my fingers. I'm such the handyman.

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Forecast tonight is the first snowfall of the year. You know what that means: idiotic driving tomorrow!

I Like To Break Things

Like my Master Bathroom. It's disguised as work, but I don't mind because it's an outlet for other things (like real work).

Too bad I keep getting cut...

Pain In The...

...neck. Painting a ceiling will do that to you.

I think, hopefully, by tomorrow, we're finally gonna be able to move into our Master Bedroom. Right. We'll see.

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A sad moment at work today: found out a colleague that was expecting in April lost her baby. She'll be away for the next couple of weeks, understandably.

I'm gonna be mighty stressed and busy at work.

Things I Don't Like (18 hrs. Edition)

In the past 18 hrs., I have identified that I don't like:

-the movie Beowulf. It kinda sucked, actually. Maybe I was expecting too much
-painting a stippled ceiling with oil-based paint

On the other hand, I have identified that I do like:

-a Keg steak

-Raptors on HDTV

Okay, Yeah...

...basketball dreams got deflated today.

We lost by 30 and I scored exactly ZERO points. I even got to the free throw line for the first time in my life, and I missed both of them.

Clutch I'm not.

Gotta shake it off and try to do better next week.

This Is What Happens...

...when you play the lottery sometimes with the same numbers. You check the results and then you find out that the numbers you usually play match 4 of 6 numbers. The week you don't play.

Sure I would've won $76, but I'm going to have to think of this rationally; it's money I never had in the first place.

Now if it was 5 of 6 numbers...oh man.

I think I'll stop checking the results.

*Sob*

H D Baby

Got the new HDTV box today and I gotta say...I'm not that impressed. I mean, it does look clearer than the other channels, but something seems to get lost along the way when you realize that the non-HD channels now look worse than when they were with regular Digital Cable.

But whatever, I'm sure I'm going to start really loving the HD

Facebook Makes Me Tired

So I posted some wedding pics on the Mukahbook. It took a long while. I'm tired today as a result. Well that and the fact I continue to go on my downward spiral of unhealthy eating. Gotta stop and take stock...

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After cleaning out the fish pond today and nearly losing my fingers to frostbite, I think it has sunk in that the fish responsibility (which is big; trust me on this) might be too great a burden for us. So I think we're either gonna sell it or eat it. (I'm just joking! Man...of course we wouldn't sell them)

"Because Everyone Gets A Turn!"

I dealt with a bunch of knobs today -- that is, doorknobs. I'm proud to say that the majority of the doors on the upstairs level now has doorknobs. And all it took was four months!

* * *

Watching this season of Raptors ball is leaving me uneasy again. Why can't they play a game and it feel like they actually have control of the game? I hate the losing...man these 11 years of fandom seem to be taking a toll on me.

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Sooner or later I'll put up the wedding and Greece pics on Facebook. Man I'm lazy

Getting High

Unintentionally. I was cementing the ABS pipes under the leaking sink, and man-oh-man that cement is some crazy toxic stuff. All I kept thinking about were those really bored kids who would sniff glue.

I hab headehck

Hey Chubbs

What the heck...how did I gain 6 pounds within the last month? Unless the scale at the gym is completely wrong...I have to start being neurotic about my weight again

Splatter

Man spraying stucco on a ceiling is some pretty messy work.

L x 20

That is, we lost by 20 points in our game today, much better (but not by much) than the 30 point drubbing we had last week. I did score 9 points, but I also had some horrendous air balls that always leaves you feeling embarassed. Argh.

We're starting to gel as a team, but man oh man...it's hard when we don't have size vertically. Oh there's a bunch of us that are getting bigger horizontally, but we need height.

Small ball it is; if only we had more talent

With Thanks To My Wife

So the leaking toilet that discouraged me greatly was determined to be due to a hairline crack. I was left thinking that we had to buy a new tank because we no longer had the box for it. Due to my wife's persistence in saying we could exchange it, we brought it to Home Depot where they exchanged it no questions asked. Woah. Score!

Of course it does nothing to help with the fact there is damage in the basement now due to the leak. Oh well

Time To Make That Commitment Again

"I am not going to complain just to complain."

I have to. There are so many things to complain about, that if I keep doing it I'll begin to get annoyed at myself even more. It's not worth it.

One last complaint before I go on this seemingly hopeless journey: I hate having this fragile psyche...I want to toughen up.

I stopped swearing (for the most part)...I can do this...right?

Fire! Fire! Fire!

(hall)

Went again with the workmates to Firehall in Oakville for wings. Yummy.

It's not really a good way to start the whole "eating properly after finding out I gained 4 lbs." thing, but at least I tempered it by going to basketball practice today and sweating my bollocks off.

Gotta keep motivated; gotta gogogogogogogo

It's Back On

The morning basketball games with Clavo at the Y, that is. Good thing he got his job back...now I can practice ball and try to get into shape again (I gained 4 lbs...sucks!).

I also realized that the people I work with now...yeah...I'm going to be irked a lot in the future. Be warned there will be a lot of complaining in the near future

Where Did That Come From?

All of a sudden I just realized I have all sorts of work at work to do now. I'm gonna be pretty stressed out for the next little while. I would love to say, "no pain, no gain" but the unfortunate reality is, well...it's not really recognized in Government. Oh well.

The lack of sun isn't doing anything to make things better either.

Wow I'm awfully complainey. I'll think about something more pleasant. Like I'm married! Yay!

Hustlin'

Finally getting things done; seeing results.

I kinda don't wanna go to work tomorrow. Sigh...the life of a restless fool

Of Course

First basketball game of the season for me, and of course I sprained my pinky finger. Hurts as heck. Oh yeah, and we lost...by 30. I did hit my only shot (three pointer). I think I better be more aggresive next game, barring the "plays" that the other guys on the team insist we work on don't further confuse me.

It's gonna be a long season

And...

*kaaaaathud*

Back to work. And not only that, all sorts of things to complete. Sigh.

Last night we had our first official basketball "practice." It's gonna be an interesting year.