It's Like New Feet

Well, sort of.  Getting my orthotics adjusted really does wonders for not getting blisters.

So I promptly did what I usually do:  I overdid it.

Jogged for 23 minutes in the morning (I'm dead in May), and played ball in the evening (I'm dead tomorrow).

I really hope my knees hold up

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Note to self:  try to remember

Trim It

Spent the day doing the World's Most Unnecessarily Fancy Closet™.  It's looking eh, but at least it's getting done.  I surprised myself doing the trim in that I didn't waste (too) much extra wood.  I would like to say I'm getting better at it, but really, I have to thank Youtube on this one.

Weekends just fly be so fast nowadays.  Just realized in just a few short weeks, it's never going to be the same...yikes

My Father Is Funny Pt. 42

So we went to Dennis and Tracy's baby shower today in their condo party room.  There was a pool table there.  I played against my Father, who proclaimed that he was a "hustler in his University days".

Surprisingly, he was pretty good (surprisingly because he usually boasts about something but is really just kidding about it).

My Father also partook in some trash talking while I was playing against him.  This is what he said after hitting a ball in and the cue ball landing in the general vicinity of where he wanted it to be:  "Now that's placement" (much to the confusion of me and Con, as we weren't quite sure what he was saying at first).

Then when he was about 3 balls away from winning, he laid this one out:  "Signed, Sealed, Delivered".  Wow.  I think to him, I just got served.

Speaking of served, we went to the food area, and they had plenty of cheeses out and I was serving some of it to my Dad and Con.  Con joked, "yeah, I don't know what all these cheeses are, maybe we should just stick to what we know" (pointing to the Babybel).

My Dad then looks at one of the cheeses and says to us, "What, you don't know what this one is?  That's BRY...give me some of that BRY...it's good".

Brie.

My Dad did a lot of teaching to his sons today, apparently

Damn Jammies Again

Hate it when I get my thumb jambed playing basketball.  Hurts a something fierce

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Love Fridays

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Seriously, I seem to be procrastinating on everything.  It's always been the case whenever I have something important coming up ahead of me (ex. homework assignment, exam, baby).

Gotta get up and just go.  No excuses

Shorts Sighted

Dangit, it happened again.

This time, "it" happened to be me going to the gym in the morning and realizing I forgot to put a pair of shorts in my gym bag.  I seriously contemplating and thinking about if the people would notice I was in my underwear if I left the changeroom.

At least I had a nice steam/whirlpool soak.  But I was still steaming with myself for forgetting it.

But good news, Ron just messaged me and said a basketball run would be happening at the police station at 9pm...I think I better get on it

Refusing To Come Out Of The Closet

I just keep making this closet in the nursery room unnecessarily fancy.  It will now be the only room in our house that has crown moulding.

Yikes.

(also, shouldn't I have put up the crown moulding before I put up the wall paper? And reason 152,352 I can't become a real contractor)

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Funny sight today:  in elevator with BulesJoo and the woman beside her starting hacking up a lung.  The look on Bules face was a cross between having a seizure, getting punched in the gut and pinching a loaf.  Followed by her (not-so-)subtly inching away from her.

Hilarious as usual, especially since her subconscious (unconscious?) reactions, or at least what she thought were those types of reactions were very much conscious

Just Cashed In

A few years ago, I witnessed a woman hit my car bumper as my car was parked in a space and she was attempting to leave.  It got scratched heavily, but I deemed there was no structural damage to the bumper itself.

Instead of becoming angry, I just let her go.  It was just aesthetic, right?  Learn to let trivial things like this go.  Pay it forward, so to speak.

I think I just cashed in on it today.

As aforementioned, I got into a little car accident yesterday (my front bumper got the brunt of it; the van had a scratch on the rear bumper.  Insert "Stereotypical Asian Driver Joke" here).  I hit a kid driving his Dad's van (no injuries or whiplash, thank God).  His Dad and I spoke on the phone, and he asked me if I wanted to go through insurance.  I told him I didn't care about my car damage, I cared about his, so I didn't care.

Today he called me up and told me the damage to his car would've cost $15 in paint, so he told me not to worry about it.  I was willing to give him $100.  I even told him I would...but he said not to worry about it.

Awesome.

I'm a lucky bastard.

Moral of the story?  Pay it forward sometimes.  Now I'm going to have to do it again, which I gladly will when given the right chance

Don't Do Opposite Things To Your Stomach

This is what I learned today:

killer ab workout (obviously not working, but still) + buffet lunch = stomach feeling like it got punched right after a meal

But it was really, really nice of my workmates to throw us a baby shower at good ol' Mandarin.  We got a ton of stuff, and a whole lot of people from the division came.

I was so nervous I had to say a speech in front of the 50 people there (for some reason), that it did help me not eat as much (and I didn't even end up having to say a speech).  But what I did eat (deep fried foods) is going to make me wonder how I'm going to possibly be effective in basketball tonight, especially since it's a playoff game.  But really, when have I ever been effective in basketball?

There's Some Cold Feet Out There

I find the weirdest things amusing.

This morning at the gym, I saw a sock on the floor.  I took a few steps and saw the other sock.  I had no idea why I found this funny until I thought about it after the fact:  imagine if I took a few more steps and saw other pieces of clothing?  This Hensal and Gretel thing could have resulted in an amourous scene.

I did catch myself literally laughing out loud like a doofus.  Even more so when an old man saw me as I was going towards the exercise machines (I was already dressed in my workout gear) and asked me if those socks were mine.

All I know is that someone must have cold feet out there

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Heard this song on Glee, and remembered how much I liked it:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UM249-WfP4&feature=related

Why am I so damn cheesy?

Crashing Into Reality

Great way to end a crappy day:  get into a fender-bender (100% my fault).  Luckily the driver was okay.

Events like this in my life takes me down a notch or seven from that highhorse I usually sit on.  I hate myself sometimes (most times).

Beyond mad with myself...

Okay, Am I Really That Predicatable?

At the gym, I guess so?

I started my annual procrastination-training for the 10km run and went for a 20 minutes jog on the treadmill (I swear I would've went longer, but damn blister...).

One of the regulars I see at the gym said to me, "I am assuming you had a bad weekend eating junkfood again because I don't think I've seen you run on the treadmill that long".

Thanks?

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Oh pre-methhead Whitney...how I miss you:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXKZxrdPUU8

Which got me thinking:  when she made this song, I wonder if it occured to her that in the decades that followed, would she know that it would evolve into a classic (well, at least to me)?

So I wonder if someone like, say, a song like this Nicki Minaj tune (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FJO6b8GL3M) will hold up as well 20 years from now.  Unlikely

Up And At 'Em

Let's go.

Take it day by day, minute by minute...

Gogogogogogogogogo

The Day I Knew Wallpapering Wasn't Really Fun

And that man, I suck at it.

It was the first time I've ever done said wallpapering, but I thought it would go a little more smoother.  Literally.

The damn edges keep turning up!

Oh, and I did the whole "I don't care anymore so I'm not even going to line up the patterns" thing by the end of it.

And don't get me started on the VOC's it's surely spewing off.  I hope it clears up by the time the baby comes.

Next time I have a "bright, designer idea", just remind me that I don't have them.

And no, if you ever see our nursery, you're not allowed to see the closet!

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Grayson is so cute.  He was doing a little dance and he didn't cry when he got baptized.

The Chinese Buffet lunch killed me...all I ate for dinner was a few bites of chicken noodle soup and half a pita

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Was it all just a dream?

The Day I Learned Wallpapering Really Isn't Fun

That would be today.

It's prolly mostly because I suck at it.  The damn edges seem to be coming up, and the pattern is so subtle (it's grasscloth) that I went dizzy looking for the recurrence.  And it's damn messy too.

Oh, and I'm not done yet, and the walls I did do took me hours.

And yes, it's just a closet I'm doing.  But I was doing a closet first to see how I would do in case I wanted to graduate and do a full room.  After today?  I am going to really have to contemplate that.

Otherwise, it was a good day today.  Had brunch at the Trannifer's and it was Greekalicious.

Tomorrow we go to Newcastle for a mass at 9:00am.  Which means we have to get up at 6:00am.  Which means Sharon is prolly not going to be too happy.  But it's practice for when we don't sleep when the baby comes, right?

Yikes

When Did That Boy Grow Up?

So Mr. Xavier just passed by.  He's walking, talking (well making weird grunting and squealing noises anyway) and playful now.

When the heck did that happen?

I love that kid.  Can't wait till he meets his cousin, where surely he'll be "the boss".

It really is a nice way to end another work week

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Busy weekend ahead of us...brunch with the Trannifer's then Baptism for Grayson all the way out in Newcastle.  I hope I get this closet done...lol

Fatty Face

So Sharon had a midwife appointment earlier in the week, and they weren't sure where the head was (ie. they didn't know if it was the head or the bum).

We just went for an ultrasound, and they found that everything is exactly where it should be.  What did they also find?  That our baby has a big head!

Reason why I am happy:  it surely has a big brain, so s/he is going to be smart!  (right)

Reason why Sharon isn't so happy:  that big head will be pushing out of her hoo-haa!

I would like to think that the baby is just like his/her father and is already playing a trick on the midwives and hiding from them.  I fear, though, that the baby is like his/her father and very fidgety and might have a case of ADHD.  Yikes.

That's my boy/girl!

(Still feels surreal saying stuff like that)

Void Of Thought

That seems to be me these days.

I am, however, getting excited about the arrival of our baby...I still can't believe it

It's A Bad Idea, But I Did It Anyway

Took a nap from 8:15pm-8:45pm.

Yeah...what was I thinking?!?  Now I feel all sorts of groggy.

I have a ball game in about 53 minutes.  I gotta snap out of this mental funk I'm in with ball.  It's supposed to be fun, right?  *crickets*

Let's Do This, Tuesday Edition

Gogogogogogo

Go Fish

I did...at my parent's house.

I love it when my Dad cooks tuyo and sininag with fried itlog.  So bad for my health, but so dang good.

This, in addition to playing with the now-walking (!) and always adorable Xavier,  our massage from Rolando and progress on the closet makes for a great Family Day!

Now, if only there wasn't work tomorrow...

More Like The National Homeless Show

Okay, that wasn't witty, but really, the home show was an overwhelming "meh" experience.

I got some ideas for the garage and shed (umm...don't I have a baby coming?  Really now, what are with these plans?), but either than that, it was just exhibitors that you would see otherwise at the CNE.

Definitely not worth the $16 entrance.  Good thing we got our tickets for free!  (Still had to pay for parking though, which I do have to mention otherwise I wouldn't have anything to complain about)

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Just made a steak dinner.  I've decided that going out for steak is unnecessary now; I am confident I can make it yummy with just my cast-iron pan.  I used to think that there needed to be blood to make a steak good; I cook it medium and it's just as good (perhaps because when grilling, the meat doesn't come out as tender as when I sear and broil the meat).

I have to exercise.  Don't I have a 10km run to train for?

Last Word "Ever", First Words "Last Time"

Okay, easy there Drake.

But really, I was just thinking that this may be the last time we ever do something like we did last night (before the baby comes).

We got tickets to a community theatre production of "Urinetown" from Sharon's parents because they went to India.  The show was, well...my ears are still bleeding.  I think perhaps we spoiled ourselves in the past by watching really good productions.  Then this one came along.  I think the man who sat behind us said it best with "the script I don't care for.  The production is 'meh' and it is what it is" (he left after intermission...lol).

It's just that the lead actress had a really high pitched, annoying voice, the lead actor was trying too hard to be Jim Carrey, you could hear everyone breathing through the microphones, one of the supporting actors just screamed throughout the whole thing, and everyone was basically screaming when they were either talking or singing.  I know I sound like a horrible critic and could prolly not do better, but really, it was like really bad high school musical (at least at a high school musical they have an excuse of being, you know, high school kids).

All in all, I'd give it a 1.5 stars out of 4.  (gay)

When the show finished, it was 10:40pm.  We then made our way to Liz's place by the ACC to celebrate her birthday (we missed going to the Real Sports Bar, but she rented out her theatre room in their condo) an hour later.  We caught the last half of the movie they were watching (Love and Other Drugs).  Anne Hathaway got afreaky in that movie.

All of us being old as we are (all the high school friends were there), we left at 12:40am.  Home, right?  Nope...we did something we haven't done in a long, long while and will prolly be, as aforementioned, the last time ever.  We had ate at 1:30am with Arvin and Feli.  Oh, and we didn't only eat, we ate poutine.

Finally got home at 2:30am and went to bed at 3:00am.  These are one of those nights we tell our kid, "you know, when you weren't born, you're Mom and Dad used to go out late nights on the weekends clubbing, partying, drinking and hanging out with all these people" (the story is entirely untrue because we never really did that, but still).

I seem to be rambling today.  It's prolly because I should be doing the things I planned on doing yesterday on my day off (as predicted, I didn't do half the stuff I wanted to).

Okay, gotta git to it...it just won't stop...

When Gymming It Up Goes Wrong

Day off today what!  Luvers it.

What I don't love?  Playing ball and getting whacked on the hand.  Now it feels really tender and like it's broken or something.

Time and again, I have said it and now I might actually start believing it:  I'm much too delicate.  Not only for ball, but for everything.  Gay.

I will now console myself by baking some chicken wings.  You know, just to totally negate the whole "exercising" thing

So Long Week...Hello Long Week...End

Love these four day long weekends.

I have all these plans,  yet why won't I be surprised if it doesn't come to fruition?

I have to finish this nursery closet.  But I still haven't decided what colour to paint the closet or if I'm gonna put up wallpaper.

I've also been fatigued lately for some reason.  Gotta schnap out of it

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Funny convo (at least, to me it is) I heard in the office today:

Wilson (upon seeing Sevan in a gold-coloured top):  "hey, it looks like you're going clubbing or something!"

Sevan:  "what?  No.  This is my Christmas outfit"

Yeah

Cracking Fingers, Zit Under My Nose And Fatigue

Just about sums my day.

I was also thinking about how I wish I started playing basketball when I was a kid as opposed to halfway through my teenaged years.  I think I would be at least just a bit better (yes, I take my basketball a little too seriously).

Oh right, and I also wish I wasn't such a fat kid (as I eat my third chocolate chip cookie)

Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup

Been missing the motivation lately and just wanting to sleep.  Maybe I have to let go of the fact that I am no longer able to sleep only 5 hrs. and function properly?  Again, wrong time though with a baby on the way...lol

Pretty craptastic game last night.  Gotta put up 500 shots this morning or something

I Turned Into One Of Those Employees...

...so fast.

You know, the employee that has no regard for his Supervisor and complains about him no matter how mundane or irrelevant the (supposed) argument would be.

Wasn't I just on the other side a few short months ago?  What happened to me and being compassionate?

Oh, right.  I wasn't one as a Supervisor to go all power-tripping.

Blah

Something I Never Thought I'd Hear In A Locker Room...

...populated with old (60+) men:  "I really enjoy that Lady Gaga and that Lady Antebellum"

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Bubs and I don't celebrate it (romantic, I know), but Happy Baaaalentynes!

Nothing says Valentines like going to do an inspection of a crappy restaurant and getting home at 6:15pm.  Loverly

It's Over Already?

Man these weekends fly by quickly.  Next thing you know we have a baby and we'll not only have no weekends, we'll have no lives (adequately dramatic?  Adequately dramatic.).

Speaking of the baby, I suppose the shower was successful today.  Good job Bubs

Shower Us

It's time for the baby shower we didn't really want but are going to get anyway.  The only thing that sucks about that?  Sharon didn't want one because a lot of work will be involved and it will fall on her to do it.  I guess it'll be worth it though when we get all the gifts?

I dunno.

Luckily all I have to do is just pick up the food.  Yee-uh

Prenatal Classes Done

Ready to be a Father.

Riiiiiiiight

It's Been A While, Great To See You Again...

...sleep.

Now if only Bubs could sleep, it would be a better feeling (instead of this, you know, guilt thing I have going on)

Another Case Of I'll Never Do That Again...

...but I inevitably will again.

Today's episode?  Lunch at an all-you-can-eat Sushi place with the work peeps.  Ridicurous overeating.

Followed by dinner at the in-laws.

I'm not really sure who is pregnant between Sharon and I

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Last prenatal class tomorrow.  Then I'll be ready to be a parent!

:S

That's Some Inception Stuff Right There

So I had one of those dreams within a dream moments last night.  It was crazy, and I woke up a little more than distraught.

I think these tiring nights are starting to catch up with me.

Bracing for the next few months, no doubt.  But what do I have to complain about?  I mean, Sharon will have it much worse than me (lol...not that I take pleasure in her pain or anything)

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BulesJuh, you funny

My New Unhealthy Obsession

So...drooling...good

I don't have much else to say about that.  It's so dang good

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Now the skin on my other hand is cracking.  Cracking.

Blah

"Where You Going?"

The question my wife asked me at 2:50am.

I had absolutely no idea what time it was at that point, so I naturally thought I was just waking up.

I feel for her, she hasn't been sleeping much (and as an extension, neither have I.  But really, she hasn't been sleeping much more than I have, and she does, well, have a baby in her, so I'm really not allowed to complain about my tiredness).  I really think it's just getting us prepared for the next few months (years?) or so.

Is it too late to turn back now?

I keed, I keed

I Be A Movin' Again

Well that was a pretty busy day at work.  But it ended off nicely by finding out that my whole team will be moving buildings back to my old building (closer to home) by the end of the year.  Yee-uh!

(It's the little things)

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I'm just going to have to accept that my basketball season this session won't be a good one.  Only scored 4 points, but my team beat the other one by 31.  Wowza

Mondays Are Crappy When...

...you have to deal with ignorant people.  Whether it be with the Superintendent who went off on me for no reason other than the fact he hates government, or the Supervisor who questions why I'm following the law (and apparently thinks I do not know what I am doing), it really put a damper on my day.

I hate being so damn sensitive and unable to just let go of things that are really, in all intents and purposes, not worth it.  Other PHI's would say "don't take it personally".  How can I not when someone you don't know is dropping F-bombs on you?  How can I not when you have a Supervisor who doesn't support you?

Blah.

I'm beginning to think maybe it's me?  I mean, since I have returned, I have had more problems in the past few weeks than what I could recall in years in my old area.  Actually, I don't think it's me.  I think that I do so much introspective thinking and contemplating on my actions that there is no way that all these problems are (at least all) my fault.  Just the luck of the draw, I guess.

Tomorrow will be better.

I hope

That Was A Super Bowl...

...of Italian Wedding Soup I had.  Yummy!

Oh, there's a game on?  I suppose.  Not really that interested in it.

So far it has been a productive day.  Hope it gets more productive after I press "enter" right about now

Bowel Movements Will Inevitably Come Out During Birth

Massage pregnant wife.  A baby's head will go out of a 10 cm dilated cervix.

I think those are the main things I learned in prenatal class.  Interesting, nonetheless, as I got transported back to Grade 10 health class about the "Miracles of Birth".

And it also hit me again that in just a few months time, a baby will be here.  Yikes

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Why is it that everytime we go to Ikea, there is a snowstorm or the weather is crapola?  For that matter, why the heck are we always going to Ikea?  I really have to stop going there, but the furniture is so damn cheap.

I (hope) this is the last time we go for a while.

Right

Back To Pre(natal) School

So we took our first prenatal class this past evening, with a second (much longer) class tomorrow followed by one more class next week.  It was fun (for me) to also have Sarah and Don in the class.

Surprisingly?  I was the one paying attention while Sharon was tired and bored and fidgety.  Mind you, Sharon did pretty much already know the topics covered.  Should be interesting tomorrow

These Pingers...

...have never hurted this much before.

It's like two really, really bad paper cuts.  But in this case, paper cuts mean "cut by an exacto-knife really deeply".  It hurts to wash my hands, which can prove to be a problem considering what my job is.  Not to mention the fact I use alcohol swabs to sanitize my thermometer, my fingers are constantly being exposed to stinging hurting.

Tanks goodness I don't have to give birth to our child.  You'd never hear the end of that

Snow Day? Snow Way

Just as I predicted, it wasn't nearly half as bad as the meterologists predicted it would be.  In fact, I wish most workdays were like today:  no traffic and an easy (and short) day in the office.

My trusty car and her winter shoes did a great job today navigating the what-seemed-like-empty-streets.  I even chuckled when I saw and passed a douche-bag looking dude driving his rear-wheel drived, no-winter tired Mustang on a 45-degree angle going about 14km/hr.  That car is not so cool now, is it*?

Now then, I guess I have to shovel for the second time today

*note:  I most likely would not say something like this during the summer

My Skin Is Cracking

Much like my mental concentration, my skin is cracking like kaaaa-rayyyy-zeee.  It's to the point now that my actual index and middle fingertips are bleeding.  I guess I'm not young anymore and my skin is not so resilient?  Either way, it's painful.

You know what else was painful?  Today's work day.  Finally finished at 7:20pm due to some hecticness with one of my operators.  (Again, this is what you wanted, right?)

(Secret:  I don't mind it so much.  I will mind it when we have our kid, though, and if it continues to chew away at my time)

With all these extra hours though, I hope to go home early tomorrow due to what the "experts" believe will be the largest snowfall in the past three years.  I have my doubts with the actual amount of snow dropped; I don't have my doubts that people don't know how to drive regardless.

Basketball game tonight...hopefully it's a little better than last week.  As in, I hope to get at least one point