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)