And It's The Start...

...of the sweat-sleeps-season.  Argh.

Hey, here's an idea:  turn on the air conditioning, cheapo.

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Just the beginning of a hectic day ahead.  An operator is in store of a rude-awakening when I have to ticket him today.  Again, I don't really enjoy this part of the job, but it has to be done

See? This Is What Happens When You Get Fat(ter)

You get tired, lazy and out-of-shape (well, I mean, I have plenty of shape.  Namely of the round kind).

I hit the weights this morning for the first time in what seems like a crazy long time.  And then I remembered how hard it was.

As well, I don't think it may have been the best idea for my basketball game in the evening.  I was gassed and I missed all sorts of shots (not that that was a surprise or anything).

I gotta fight through this...

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And that's the thing with life.  Sometimes it doesn't go the way you want it to.  I guess I just gotta keep living more, and dreaming less?

(Have I met me?)

Mass-Ahhh

Great to have a massage.  I've said it time and again:  that Rolando is great.

Otherwise it was a pretty hectic/busy day.  And it's going to be a hectic/busy month.  Yikes

Finally...Productive Day

Gots a lot done today, and with nice weather in tow:

-mowed the lawn

-emptied out the gutters (it was clogged with decomposing leaves and other putrid smelling stuffs.  No wonder it was getting clogged up)

-trimmed the trees/bushes and other yardwork

-washed the outside of my car

-cleaned the inside of my car

-cleaned all the bathrooms

-saw this blog (hat-tip to Trannifer), and it inspired me:  waveatthebus.blogspot.com

(please note I am not actually going to embarrass Eamon like this.  On purpose, anyway.  But it is an awesome thing that of course perhaps only I would find, well, awesome)

Good day!

I don't want to work tomorrow, but I have to hustle hard because by the end of this month I have deadlines.  Plus, I have to take the Camry in to get fixed again.  Argh...hope this is the last major fix for a while...

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You are the complete opposite of whatever is said otherwise.  Chin up, head straight, you are worth it...

Mex-We-Can

So we (I) decided to be "spontaneous" today.  After getting a quote for the Camry's a/c getting fixed (as an aside, how can Toyota try to charge us literally 6x the amount we're getting it fixed from my Dad's Vietnamese friend?!?), we ended up going to Kensington Market for some authentic Mexican tacos.

I swear it's like I'm pregnant or something with my cravings.

On a related note, when exactly did I accept the feeling of not caring if I gain a lot of weight?  What is wrong with me?!?  I gotta get my head back into the right place.  Hopefully my body will follow?  Right

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Congrats to Ken and Janice on having their baby boy Drake Garcia.  Weird how life turns out sometimes, and how "friends" grow apart.

I try not to have regrets in life, but this is one of them:  it should've always been Argay as my Best Man and BGay as my Groomsman.

Not that I dislike the guy or anything, but it just seems like it's all a big waste.  I also just hate being wrong (as everyone who knows me knows).

Who knows what happens in the future...

More Like Fatday...Amirite?

So today was one of those days where I channeled my 12-year-old self.  In other words, it was filled with eating.

Went to Row's Dad's funeral, and the reception was at the Mandarin.  I could've stopped at two plates.  Instead I went for three.  But of course.

Then we went to Gil's house for dinner and cake.  And did I have that, I tell you what.

I might need a stomach pump, but I think I'm more interested in sleeping now

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My wife is funny, albeit unintentionally.

Upon listening to this song on the radio:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gyLR4NfMiI, Sharon asked me what they were saying at the end of the chorus.

I told her they were getting "papers".

She responded, "Because they are immigrants?"

Me:  "what?"

Her:  "They are getting their immigration papers?"

Yup

The Problem With Schedules...

...is that if it gets disrupted, it makes people sad.

For instance, we're currently trying to put Eamon on a sleep schedule.  We had to go to Row's Dad's viewing (Rest in Peace, Mr. Andrade), and when he was supposed to be sleeping, he unfortunately wasn't.

So he ended up sad.  But, not only him.  Also his Mommy.  Which of course means his Daddy will also end up sad.

Damn schedules

Annoyed Just Like That

I hate how I turn on a dime just like that sometimes.

I can't even explain it.

Feeling whelmed right now (not quite "over" just yet).  Feels like there's a lot to do, but not enough time.  Doesn't help that my back feels like it's The Wretched.

Hate it when my mind runs 87 km/hr and my emotions are about 84 km/hr slower.

Gotta stop and refocus again...

It's Not An Insurance Policy

So we went to a "Baptism Preparation Class" today (yeah, apparently our Church is the one where you have to do all sorts of extras instead of just signing him up like other Churches).  I'm not sure if I learned a lot.  All I seem to remember is that we don't have him Baptized because we think of it as an insurance policy just in case there is a God and we want him to go to heaven.

Yeah, because that's the reason I want him Baptized.

(ahem)

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Should I turn on the a/c?  Apparently I have to wait until my legs completely melt off.

Sharon told me she knows when it's summer when I start to get the smell.  I would be offended, but, you know, it's true

Yeah, That Motivation Didn't Exactly Work

It was really one of those "no energy days".

I better get my act together...it's gonna be a hella busy month.  No whining!

Gogogogogo Monday

Let's do this!

(Is it getting sad that I have to hype myself up every Monday -- or every day, for that matter -- just to get going?  Not yet, I must tell myself.  Not yet.)

Day With Duddy

So MelTom came over this morning and delivered the portrait of Eamon she worked on.  She is an incredible, talented artist.  I think it's great to know we know someone who does work like that.

Then Eamon had a day with Dad.  We went to Argay's place and met up with Ian, Maunly and the big-feeted cute Grayson.  He did the predictable "play possum" with them.  He also ate a ton.  Like Dad.  When we went to the Mexican place (yum) followed by the gelato place (yum).

It was supposed to be an afternoon/evening off for Sharon, but I feel bad because she spent it cleaning the house due to all the dust from the removal of the fireplace.  She claims she didn't mind because she loves a clean house, but I still feel bad.  I mean, I wanted her to at least get a nap in, but she didn't.  Sorry bub!

Even worse?  Tomorrow our boy is getting his first round of vaccination shots.  Ohnoes...

It Really Is A Water Festival

So this year the festival wasn't that busy at all because of the water.  Well, the rain, anyway.

It was the easiest but hardest overtime I've done in a while.  Easy because there was not that much to do, but hardest because, well, there was not that much to do (I've always prescribed to the whole "time goes faster when you're busy" notion).

Then when I got home, I finally finished removing all the brick from the fireplace.  Now I know what I'm working with...now let's see when this fireplace will actually be completed

A Few More Months...

...a few more months and this colicky baby will be over it.  Dear gawd I hope.

I'm really beginning to fear it's putting quite a strain on Sharon (and me too, but I can't really say anything because she's the one who is home with him the majority of the time).

Hang in there bubba...

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It's that time of year again where I work at the Water Festival.  Hope tomorrow is not ridiculously hot

Brickbreaker

So there's this game on my Blackberry called Brickbreaker.

I don't play it.

I do the real thing.  Cause I'm a real man.  Right.

Dang, taking a bit too long for my liking.  Sucks too that it's getting really dusty in my house.  Argh.  Can't wait for it to be done.  If only I knew what I was doing...

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Had lunch with Kats today.  Convo made me wonder about my future career aspirations.  Gonna be a hectic mess in my head again in the near future.  Yikes

Burning Three Ends Of A Candle

At least maybe that's how it feels like?  Mind you, I do this all to myself.

Gym, work, baby, reno-ing...yeah...I definitely do this to myself.

There will be enough time to sleep when I'm dead!

We Can Do This

Only a few more months of exhaustion as our boy has colic.  I've accepted the fact that he is quite like his father; a bit too sensitive.  I don't know if Sharon has. I mean, I'm not sure Sharon likes the idea of two of us types in the house...lol

But really, we can do this.  Just have to hype ourselves up, as he means the world to us.

Come on my boy, you can get through this...

(...so can we)

I'm On Fiyah

So I actually started with the fireplace today.  Dang ol' bricks be heavy, but I'm halfway to demolishing it.

And what did I find after removing all that brick?  More brick.

Dang.  Hope this doesn't put my plans up in smoke

Please Calm Down Baby

Our poor, colicky baby.

Read somewhere that his temperament might be underdeveloped and sensitive.  I guess all that wishing and hoping that he not inherit that from me went all for naught.

I can't get frustrated or upset though, because that right there?  That's me and I understand.

Poor Sharon...lol

Lovely Day To Spend Outdoors...

...too bad we spent it indoors.  But, whatever.

-went to Jool's BioPed for the orthotic adjustment.  Hope this "metatarsal" adjustment doesn't peeve me off like I think it's going to

-dropped off Eamon at my parents as we went to help Tita Chit pick stuff for her bathrooms reno at Rona.  Made me want to start renovating all over again

-got my hair shorn

-had last minute invite to Tita Alice's house because Tracy and Dennis was there with Baby Emma (who is super-cute and super-calm.  Why can't our baby be like that?  lol).  Ended up staying much longer than we thought

It was a long day, and not enough time spent outside.  There will be other days...especially since it wasn't the last day of the world as some people predicted today

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My Dad is funny:

So we were at Tita Alice's house, and the conversation went to my cousin Bobby who lives in Boston with his wife Ning and their baby Calvin.  The convo went to whether or not they would have another child.  Tita Alice said that they did not want another baby.

My Dad said (outloud, of course): "maybe she still thinks she's in China where they have a rule against having more than one child?"