So here I am, technically 2 hours before I turn 34. Yeah! I am now no longer able to be considered young man, but still a few years from middle aged... Although my middle has spread quite a bit. So here I am, once again feasting on beer and frozen pizza, wondering where it all went wrong, how did I end up alone on a Friday night, with no friends asking to take me out the following night on my bday. It seems ever since the divorce, I can't get ahead personally, financially, or even physically.
I now weigh the most I ever have in my life. And the gym scares me beyond belief. Can't afford to buy some trendy gym shirts, so have to rely on t shirts i have already...one sec, diner bell going off...
Friday, December 2, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
One year later
So, 1 year, 10 days later from the last May post, still apparently living the same way.
Maybe one of these days I will learn... Still can't figure out if I actually enjoy Ragu pasta sauce.
Maybe one of these days I will learn... Still can't figure out if I actually enjoy Ragu pasta sauce.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Yup, so sorta of going to the gym. Somewhat sporadic at the moment, but at least starting to build up to consistency.
It's funny, as I was, **ahem**, procuring some new (to me) music, I had the opportunity to reflect upon my taste and on my current CD collection. I do try to stay somewhat current in the music formats I listen to, so usually my digital folders will have up to date music, but then there is the CD binder...
I don't know exactly how it happened today, but I know I came across the name Elastica somewhere, and that had me longing for the CD that was sitting hidden somewhere. Not only that, but since I was digging that old gem out, I also pulled out Garbage (Garbage)and No Doubt (Tragic Kingdom) album and threw them into the old 5 disc player. As I was listening, I thought it would be fun to see if the bands were up to anything now a days, and started a good ole wiki search.
So, now, as I type and listen to the 90's station on SIRIUS, I am feeling very old. All of those CD's came out around 1995 (as I am writing this White Town ...Your Woman just came on... I think my white hairs are receding somewhat, at least for about 3 minutes) but yet I can still recall sitting in my room listening to while doing homework, reading, or just talking on the phone. Another ageism popped up for me when trying to pay one of my workers a compliment. I was telling him he was too smart to be working at his current job, and he jokingly said he would challenge me to a math off. I replied that his favorite show growing up must've been Square 1 TV, only to be met with a blank stare. (and if someone happens to read this and is also confused http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Square_One_Television)
And got distracted, sorry, got browsing around twitter...(and if so inclined, follow fribahali
on twitter).
Anyway, to recap, old, music old, and if I am now following stuff on Twitter, it must be old.
Fingers crossed, maybe Dallas bound soon... (explain later, or maybe already covered off, see previous posts)
Good night moon....
and one last link wheezywaiter
It's funny, as I was, **ahem**, procuring some new (to me) music, I had the opportunity to reflect upon my taste and on my current CD collection. I do try to stay somewhat current in the music formats I listen to, so usually my digital folders will have up to date music, but then there is the CD binder...
I don't know exactly how it happened today, but I know I came across the name Elastica somewhere, and that had me longing for the CD that was sitting hidden somewhere. Not only that, but since I was digging that old gem out, I also pulled out Garbage (Garbage)and No Doubt (Tragic Kingdom) album and threw them into the old 5 disc player. As I was listening, I thought it would be fun to see if the bands were up to anything now a days, and started a good ole wiki search.
So, now, as I type and listen to the 90's station on SIRIUS, I am feeling very old. All of those CD's came out around 1995 (as I am writing this White Town ...Your Woman just came on... I think my white hairs are receding somewhat, at least for about 3 minutes) but yet I can still recall sitting in my room listening to while doing homework, reading, or just talking on the phone. Another ageism popped up for me when trying to pay one of my workers a compliment. I was telling him he was too smart to be working at his current job, and he jokingly said he would challenge me to a math off. I replied that his favorite show growing up must've been Square 1 TV, only to be met with a blank stare. (and if someone happens to read this and is also confused http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Square_One_Television)
And got distracted, sorry, got browsing around twitter...(and if so inclined, follow fribahali
on twitter).
Anyway, to recap, old, music old, and if I am now following stuff on Twitter, it must be old.
Fingers crossed, maybe Dallas bound soon... (explain later, or maybe already covered off, see previous posts)
Good night moon....
and one last link wheezywaiter
Sunday, October 31, 2010
If the Lions can win a game
Heya.
So, still have zero readers apparently. Yeah me!
Life is rolling along. Tomorrow, will start hitting the gym. On a side note, could they have had a more stereotypical sales person to get me to join? Beautiful young female in her twenties, quick to laugh at my stupid comments, and really, does the zipper on your track jacket need to be that low?
Anyway, took the step and signed up. Have even gone and researched some dietary changes to help make things more manageable. So here we go, time to get this butt kick started!
So, weight- 235-240lbs
Chest-
Waist-
So, still have zero readers apparently. Yeah me!
Life is rolling along. Tomorrow, will start hitting the gym. On a side note, could they have had a more stereotypical sales person to get me to join? Beautiful young female in her twenties, quick to laugh at my stupid comments, and really, does the zipper on your track jacket need to be that low?
Anyway, took the step and signed up. Have even gone and researched some dietary changes to help make things more manageable. So here we go, time to get this butt kick started!
So, weight- 235-240lbs
Chest-
Waist-
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
As the summer sun sets
Wow....spent a bit reading over my last posts as normal, and apparently I was in a pretty low place at some point.
So, yeah, things haven't got much better since I last wrote, though I may have come out of that nasty cave of delusion and pity I was in before. What changed? nothing, still alone, drink too much, broke, and I am sure that Saddam Hussein (Yes, I know he has been executed) at this stage still receives more mail and correspondence than I do.
But, hey, what the hell....who gives a shit. Over this past weekend, I missed what had become somewhat of an annual event... the local Beerfest. And also, this past weekend, even though I am still struggling to come up with a better social network, a few texts and calls from friends helped me think that maybe...just maybe...I do have friends.
That's not to say that I haven't burnt some bridges. My best friend in High school and University, whose wedding I skipped and haven't sent even a crappy card, no longer talks to me( and , really, very well deserved and understood).
So, how does one go on in this god forsaken world. How often can you drag yourself to bed off of the couch where you spent your evening. How often can you look in the mirror and think that maybe this outfit will hide my flaws ( it never does...flab is flab, bigger shirts don't hide, are really only bigger shirts). How many drunken nights will it take for me to solve all of the worlds problems. One more?
So here is life at this point... I applied and interviewed for the posting of a liftetime with my current employer. In the next few years, we will be revamping all of our systems and upgrading to SAP based interfaces. I was lucky enough to be selected from my area to be interviewed, and now have to wait another 5 days before I find the inevitable...50/50, you got the job, congrats or you didn't get the job, but still employed and boss is willing to help you map your next career decision. In reality, it's pretty much win/win for me at this point. Oh, did I mention that if I do get the job, it would require extensive travel to cities explored and new alike?
And alcohol, oh alcohol, what to do...what to do... I can go periods of no consumption, but they are always followed by periods of perpetual drunken states. How does one stop? I thought about AA, but recently have started researching this option, and honestly, the hype may overshadow the actual results.
So, here I am, August of 2010, looking at a fork in the road where one has no barriers, and the second I am waiting to see if the gate will lift and allow me to wander down an new path. I hope that the barrier will lift, although if it doesn't, than I will gallop, or skip, or simply step confidently down the other path and do the same thing that I always do, second guess myself, push myself, and advance to the next level.
And gym is no longer a hated word, but more so like the arrogant person in your life that you don't want to acknowledge is right, but because they almost certainly are, you grudgingly succumb and do what you know is actually best for you. Besides, I hate this gut, and I hate being out of shape now.
So, Andy, next time you read this, what have you done? Do you deserve anything or have you earned it? Put down the bottle, go for a walk, say heya to someone, be Bo, just do it.
p.s.- for anybody who is not Andy...CBC Radio 3, great source of music. And to all those who DONT' WANNA FALL IN LOVE...don't blame ya, and if you are SORRY...so I am, very sorry, but hey...maybe, just maybe, we can all crawl along together, eventually able to stand up and walk tall, until we whack our heads again. Hopefully, this time it won't drive us to our knees. Just a rolling cliche machine right now, but obviously, no one is listening, so go for it. In reality, all of life comes down to a 50/50 chance, it happens/ it doesn't happen, or, Succeed and continue on/ Fail, and find another way to succeed.
that $5 Tim's card is still sitting on my desk, really, with millions of people browsing the web, nobody has somehow accidentally stumbled across this yet?
Cheers!
So, yeah, things haven't got much better since I last wrote, though I may have come out of that nasty cave of delusion and pity I was in before. What changed? nothing, still alone, drink too much, broke, and I am sure that Saddam Hussein (Yes, I know he has been executed) at this stage still receives more mail and correspondence than I do.
But, hey, what the hell....who gives a shit. Over this past weekend, I missed what had become somewhat of an annual event... the local Beerfest. And also, this past weekend, even though I am still struggling to come up with a better social network, a few texts and calls from friends helped me think that maybe...just maybe...I do have friends.
That's not to say that I haven't burnt some bridges. My best friend in High school and University, whose wedding I skipped and haven't sent even a crappy card, no longer talks to me( and , really, very well deserved and understood).
So, how does one go on in this god forsaken world. How often can you drag yourself to bed off of the couch where you spent your evening. How often can you look in the mirror and think that maybe this outfit will hide my flaws ( it never does...flab is flab, bigger shirts don't hide, are really only bigger shirts). How many drunken nights will it take for me to solve all of the worlds problems. One more?
So here is life at this point... I applied and interviewed for the posting of a liftetime with my current employer. In the next few years, we will be revamping all of our systems and upgrading to SAP based interfaces. I was lucky enough to be selected from my area to be interviewed, and now have to wait another 5 days before I find the inevitable...50/50, you got the job, congrats or you didn't get the job, but still employed and boss is willing to help you map your next career decision. In reality, it's pretty much win/win for me at this point. Oh, did I mention that if I do get the job, it would require extensive travel to cities explored and new alike?
And alcohol, oh alcohol, what to do...what to do... I can go periods of no consumption, but they are always followed by periods of perpetual drunken states. How does one stop? I thought about AA, but recently have started researching this option, and honestly, the hype may overshadow the actual results.
So, here I am, August of 2010, looking at a fork in the road where one has no barriers, and the second I am waiting to see if the gate will lift and allow me to wander down an new path. I hope that the barrier will lift, although if it doesn't, than I will gallop, or skip, or simply step confidently down the other path and do the same thing that I always do, second guess myself, push myself, and advance to the next level.
And gym is no longer a hated word, but more so like the arrogant person in your life that you don't want to acknowledge is right, but because they almost certainly are, you grudgingly succumb and do what you know is actually best for you. Besides, I hate this gut, and I hate being out of shape now.
So, Andy, next time you read this, what have you done? Do you deserve anything or have you earned it? Put down the bottle, go for a walk, say heya to someone, be Bo, just do it.
p.s.- for anybody who is not Andy...CBC Radio 3, great source of music. And to all those who DONT' WANNA FALL IN LOVE...don't blame ya, and if you are SORRY...so I am, very sorry, but hey...maybe, just maybe, we can all crawl along together, eventually able to stand up and walk tall, until we whack our heads again. Hopefully, this time it won't drive us to our knees. Just a rolling cliche machine right now, but obviously, no one is listening, so go for it. In reality, all of life comes down to a 50/50 chance, it happens/ it doesn't happen, or, Succeed and continue on/ Fail, and find another way to succeed.
that $5 Tim's card is still sitting on my desk, really, with millions of people browsing the web, nobody has somehow accidentally stumbled across this yet?
Cheers!
Sunday, August 8, 2010
A Funny thing happened on the way back from Dallas
So, after a week of above 105F temperatures (sorry, but I am a north eastern Canadian boy), the only time we got rain was just as my flight was supposed to leave, at which point a violent thunder boomer moved through the area and my flight ended up departing 2 hours late.
So, yeah, being the anal planner that i am, I missed my connector in Toronto to Halifax. And here are my adventures, be they trite and boring, but proved to be another interesting chapter of my life.
While waiting at the Dallas airport, came across another person who was employed by the same company. He was also Canadian and had relocated to Dallas for work. After introductions, he mentions, "oh, you are so and so...heard a bit about you." All good, I am sure... He was heading home for two weeks of vacation, of which part was to be spent cycling from Toronto, to Buffalo, then back again. Yes, even I had a bit of a man crush when I looked upon him. So, while at the airport, seeing the flight is delayed, being Canadian and all, what do we do? of course head to the pub for some beer.
Once in Toronto, knowing I missed my connector, naturally I was a tad bit concerned. One thought was to hop on the train and have an adventure that way, traveling the rails from Ontario to Halifax. Remarkably, the airline actually had already taken care of me, and booked me on a flight the next day. After having many bad experiences with this airline, I can pleasantly say, kudos, job well done.
So, now, 10:30pm in Toronto, with a flight the next day at 8 am, time to find a place to get some grub and lay my head for a bit. But, low and behold, my trusty MasterCard was not in my wallet, but on the desk back home where I had left it after checking a few things out on the website. So, debit card it is for the remainder of the trip. Luckily, the hotel was able to accommodate me, thanks Faye!!, (although she wasn't able to find the rate quoted to me by the reservation line), and after safely stowing my bags in the room, off I went to the lobby bar for some food, a drink, and finish some work that had been due the day before. So, note to all travelers, for two beer and a smoked meat sandwich, you can expected to shell out $42 at this hotel. And the bar doesn't take debit...and doesn't give you an honest exchange for American dollar to Canadian ($8 American =$7.76 Canadian....uhmmm...). So I had to drain every last dollar and coin to pay off my tab. Sorry Pablo, no tip from me, but since I almost had to wash the dishes... Wireless internet is free in the bar/ lobby though.
The next morning, being already at/in the terminal, I went to the baggage check-in area about 1 1/2 hours before departure. Held up a bit in line, no big deal, still time to grab a coffee and bagel before the fight, or so I thought...
At security, apparently my duty free alcohol, which accompanied my on the flight before, was no longer acceptable. This is now 40 minutes before departure, and I have to run back to the check in area to check my bag with the bottle of Jack and bottle of Smirnoff ( which, coincidentally, Canadian customs let through with nothing more than a "Well, a bit more than your supposed to have, but no biggie"). In the end, it was all worth it, as I shared the flight with Kevin Costner, although apparently nobody else recognized him, including the lady I pointed him out to while awaiting our baggage in Halifax. (Yes, it was actually him. His band was playing in a Country Rock fest that weekend)
So there ya go. Sometimes life throws curve-balls at ya, but in the end, Kevin Costner still has to sit on the same plane as you do. He does get his baggage first though.
So, yeah, being the anal planner that i am, I missed my connector in Toronto to Halifax. And here are my adventures, be they trite and boring, but proved to be another interesting chapter of my life.
While waiting at the Dallas airport, came across another person who was employed by the same company. He was also Canadian and had relocated to Dallas for work. After introductions, he mentions, "oh, you are so and so...heard a bit about you." All good, I am sure... He was heading home for two weeks of vacation, of which part was to be spent cycling from Toronto, to Buffalo, then back again. Yes, even I had a bit of a man crush when I looked upon him. So, while at the airport, seeing the flight is delayed, being Canadian and all, what do we do? of course head to the pub for some beer.
Once in Toronto, knowing I missed my connector, naturally I was a tad bit concerned. One thought was to hop on the train and have an adventure that way, traveling the rails from Ontario to Halifax. Remarkably, the airline actually had already taken care of me, and booked me on a flight the next day. After having many bad experiences with this airline, I can pleasantly say, kudos, job well done.
So, now, 10:30pm in Toronto, with a flight the next day at 8 am, time to find a place to get some grub and lay my head for a bit. But, low and behold, my trusty MasterCard was not in my wallet, but on the desk back home where I had left it after checking a few things out on the website. So, debit card it is for the remainder of the trip. Luckily, the hotel was able to accommodate me, thanks Faye!!, (although she wasn't able to find the rate quoted to me by the reservation line), and after safely stowing my bags in the room, off I went to the lobby bar for some food, a drink, and finish some work that had been due the day before. So, note to all travelers, for two beer and a smoked meat sandwich, you can expected to shell out $42 at this hotel. And the bar doesn't take debit...and doesn't give you an honest exchange for American dollar to Canadian ($8 American =$7.76 Canadian....uhmmm...). So I had to drain every last dollar and coin to pay off my tab. Sorry Pablo, no tip from me, but since I almost had to wash the dishes... Wireless internet is free in the bar/ lobby though.
The next morning, being already at/in the terminal, I went to the baggage check-in area about 1 1/2 hours before departure. Held up a bit in line, no big deal, still time to grab a coffee and bagel before the fight, or so I thought...
At security, apparently my duty free alcohol, which accompanied my on the flight before, was no longer acceptable. This is now 40 minutes before departure, and I have to run back to the check in area to check my bag with the bottle of Jack and bottle of Smirnoff ( which, coincidentally, Canadian customs let through with nothing more than a "Well, a bit more than your supposed to have, but no biggie"). In the end, it was all worth it, as I shared the flight with Kevin Costner, although apparently nobody else recognized him, including the lady I pointed him out to while awaiting our baggage in Halifax. (Yes, it was actually him. His band was playing in a Country Rock fest that weekend)
So there ya go. Sometimes life throws curve-balls at ya, but in the end, Kevin Costner still has to sit on the same plane as you do. He does get his baggage first though.
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