Always tweaking something!

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Enough

Day 3056

Not that this is a resolution or anything, but I have got myself the new version of FitDay and am hopping back on the get my ass back to fit wagon. I’ve used the new job(s) and my arm injury as excuses to get lazy. I need to cut that shit out.

Cindy is also doing her own tracking program and is being more diligent about exercise. We’ll see how honest she is about logging what she consumes. Somehow I think she still believes the afternoon/evening toddies are calorie free.

It’ll be interesting when I get back down under the Clydesdale biking category (<200lb). I’m curious as to where she’ll be. I’m taking bets, if anyone dares. My own goal? <190 by Aug 15 (our 32nd anniversary) Considering Tour de Cure again this year, but it is difficult to train for a 100 miler as early as June in these parts. Can’t really comfortably ride outside till April, and spinning just isn’t the same. Makes me slightly jealous of all my southern compadres!

Oh!!  I’m now comfortable up to 20 reps of 10 lb curls.  I’m going to get myself a 12 lb dumbell and work to get to 20 reps of that.  Then?  I can start tossing a 12 lb bowling ball.  Possibly overhand.  But I’m thinking maybe the 12th or 13th of January to start working on the bowling again.  Might even go hit the golf dome and hit a bucket of balls with some short irons.  All good for the fitness regimen too!


Milestone

Quitnet site stats on my first 3000 days of non-smoking

Day 3000

Quitnet site stats on my first 3000 days of non-smoking

I have to add – the “Money Saved” is probably closer to $36,000. When I quit back in 2004, a pack of butts cost about $4.  Today that same pack is more like $10.

Finally got my ass back to spin class too. What with the new job and trying to get up to speed, then messing up my arm – it’s been too easy to manufacture excuses to not go. Not liking where my pants size is going, I am knuckling down and getting the legs moving again.

For the most part, I tend to stay seated. I don’t dare do any of the ‘jumps’ or ‘jogging’ or ‘squats’ because I can’t trust that I’ll keep my balance. All I need is one slip where I reach out with my right arm to catch myself and I could be screwed. Plus, some of the out of the saddle positions put a strain on your arms too. Last night I tried getting up to a squat like I was digging hard to get up a hill and I noticed that my right arm got really, really tired after only a minute or so. The fact that my lungs & legs were screaming was of no concern – they’ll get over it (maybe – my calves are still tight!). But that tired right arm was a sign that my butt needed to be in the saddle.

Now I just ought to talk to the instructors so they don’t think I’m a rebel or something and intentionally defying their instructions.

Work is challenging. I am SO behind. I need to start coming in evenings or maybe Sunday mornings – or at least carve out 4 – 8 hours a week at home where I can work. I need an office. Hmmm – basement re-model coming up, maybe I’ll slip something in there. If I can include a work area for the sewing machine, I can include a little office space. Might have to scale back the size of the long awaited pool table.

Speaking of behind at work, lunch is over, and so am I.  See y’all later.


Stealing a Tuesday Meme

Day 2493

Yeah, I know.  Long time no see.  Work and home projects are kicking my ass.  Making progress on most fronts.    Here’s a meme I saw & stole:

The Crazy Medical Meme

1. The smallest bone in the human body is about the size of a grain of rice. What is it?

 For reals, it’s a bone in the ear, but I can not recall it’s actual name.  I’d google it, but that ain’t the point here now, is it?

There’s a joke to be made here about boners of wives/girlfriends ex-lovers but far be it from me to stoop to such a crass level.


2. How fast is a sneeze?

Never as fast as you want.  Don’t some of them take forever to actually happen?  Others just do the stealth blitz attack and you’re wiping ‘fluids’ off your desk before you even knew what hit you.

 
3. What percentage of the human body is water?

Before Happy hour, isn’t it about 75% ?  Thursday night, Cindy was 74% water, 1% alcohol, 25% drunker than I wanted to deal with.  Friday night, well – not one of my better nights.

4. True or False: A human’s thumb is as long as his or her nose.

Might be close.  Don’t have a mirror handy and I don’t dare try an internal measurement.

 
5.  What should you do if you are bitten by a snake?

If it’s a garter snake, catch it, skin it, cook it & eat it like a sausage.  If it’s a rattler or copperhead there’s only one thing to do.  Bend over as far as you can and keep bending over far enough until you can kiss your ass good-bye.

 
6. It is a fact that humans get an entirely new skeleton every 12 years. What do we get every six years?

Eight years older?  Free colonoscopy from the IRS?  New skin?

 
7. Happiness is directly related to the size of your _________________.

Heart.  Enough said.
8. If there are 9,000 taste buds on your tongue, how many hairs are on your head right now?

Not enough.  There are fewer hairs than there were yesterday.  That is a sad thing.

I’m also wondering how hairy Cindy’s tongue was feeling after Thursday night.

9. I believe that the size of the needle is directly related to the mood of the nurse. However, sometimes it’s necessary to get shots. If you could be vaccinated against anything in the world, what would it be? 

Hard not to be bitter here, but I think I’d like to be vaccinated against doing anything I might regret later.  Coming in a close second would be protection against resentment.

Weekend recap:

Over-indulged Friday evening, paid for it Saturday.  All the women folk of the clan (& extended clan) were over in Syracuse for Eric & Kelly’s wedding shower.  Theoretically that left me home alone for the day to work on the bathroom project.  I was making fine progress right up until Zach showed up with his dog, Ollie, and his FIL, Greg.

Ollie did the absolute cutest little peeking into the bathroom deal.  He’s pretty comfortable in our house, so when Zach arrived he opened the door and turned Ollie loose.  I’m thinking Zach sent him upstairs where he must have come into the bedroom.  Hearing me putzing around in the bathroom, he had to come over and check things out.  All I saw was Ollie poking his nose around the bathroom door with his big puppydog eyes asking the question “You’re happy to see me, right?”

Once I called him he came bounding over practically knocking me over in his exuberance.  He is NOT the cute little puppy he was 9 months ago.  He’s up to around 60 or 70 pounds of playful, happy, people loving chocolate lab.

Anyhow.  Greg brought over some cable I needed, we ran a little bit of wiring and discussed options for further wiring.  Greg does house electric jobs on the side so he’s a great resource for where to get materials and strategies for getting the most wiring out of the least materials.

After that initial burst, we all ran out of gas, so we sat out on the back porch and shot the breeze for the rest of the day.  I got in a few more shorts bursts of activity, but for the most part, Saturday was a rest day.

Sunday being Fathers Day kinda forced me to make some deals.  Zach called earlier in the week asking where we were going to get tee times.  Knowing I needed to spend some quality time in the bathroom (not doing THAT!) I took a rain check, planning an outing for the next time Eric was in town too.  That should be 3 weeks or so.

With the rain check in place, I spent the day wrapping up the wiring and actually started drywall in the bathroom.  Ought to be mudding this weekend, then it’ll be time to start wrapping up the shower.  I DO have pictures of the (snails pace) progress and will put together a little album before too long.

I haven’t touched my bike since the Tour de Cure.  One of the reasons is that my left quad had been really sore – the result of cramps that crept in the last 10 miles or so.  By Friday though the old quad was feeling pretty good – so I gave it a couple of extra days.  Plus, my more tender areas have been suffering through some odd tingling sensations not unlike what one feels when an arm or leg falls asleep.  I’m sure it was the result of a pinched nerve because now it’s back to normal.  It felt pretty odd, but no where near as odd as that time I had an epidural.  (Whole ‘nother story, maybe for another day.)

Anyhow.  I’m thinking of sneaking out of work in like 5.3 minutes, driving home and riding the old ass buster to the Y and taking in a spin class.  It’s Monday, Lori is the instructor and I really can’t stand her music or exercise technique, but I need to ride and the seats on the Y’s spin bikes are the most comfortable things around.  I’m willing to suffer through some Lady Gagger some of the other shit Lori plays just to get in a bona fide sweat – unless I can find someone willing to try out some highly aerobic horizontal gymnastics for an hour or so.  That ain’t bloody likely.


My Apologies

Day 2404

I feel a need to apologize to folks from Toronto to New York City, including Buffalo, Syracuse and north central Pennsylvania. This past weekend I did three things that may have contributed to the 4 – 6 inches of snow we’re expecting today.

Guilty act #1 – Had some cabinets for a Master Bath re-do dropped off. They’re being stored in my side of the garage. I’m parking outside. Sucker.

Guilty act #2 – I had the audacity to get my bike down out of the storage loft in the garage and start to tune it up for this summer.

And the killer:

Guilty act #3 – I put the snow blower in the shed. Way off in the far corner of the back yard, as far from the driveway as I can get it.

So, much like washing your car in the driveway surely causes it to rain the next day, these three acts of wanting Spring to hurry it the fuck up and get here already have saddled millions of people with an extra 6 inches of snow that they really didn’t want.

Check this out:

Did I do that?

Yes, I know that map is showing a solid band of snow as far back as the Dakotas, but I’m claiming that crossing over Canadian air space limits the extent of the curse. Besides, that’s all upwind. The really sad part? It’s not expected to get above freezing around here Monday.

What’s that you say? What the heck am I doing, re-doing the master bath? Odd considering my present circumstances, isn’t it? Well, ya see, little things like 4 windows, cabinets, tubs, toilets, sinks and plumbing fixtures we already had ordered. All that’s left to get is countertops and tile for the floors & shower. Well, drywall, backer board and various other sundry little things. We’ve never been happy with the master bath (such as it was) and decided over the winter to re-do it. Now that we have the bulk of the materials in, we kinda gotta finish. The prospect of possibly having to sell the house makes it even more important that it get finished. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I find a suitable job here in western NY, but I’ve heard rumors that the Rottenchester job market is the 8th toughest in the country lately.

Got 10 applications out in the past week. Six for local jobs, one in Watertown and 3 in Pittsburgh. The jobs in Watertown, NY and Pittsburgh are a perfect fit for my degrees and temperament. But Watertown? Colder, more snow, possibly more depressed than Rottenchester. Pittsburgh? What is it with all the houses having the garages built under the main floor of the house with half of them having rear entry? And why do they mow their lawns with a pair of scissors? (Because half the back yard is taken up by driveway so they can pull into the backyard basement garage bays.) Weird.

Prices in either location compare favorably with the market here, but looking at what’s available just depresses me. I’m going to stop looking at Real Estate and focus on jobs. Once a job is secure, I’ll worry about where to live. But the thought of giving up what we’ve built here just saddens me. Need to stop focusing on it. Now.

Don’t these people watch HGTV? Good lord, what are they thinking?


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