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| Usually, I feel like updating on a Friday, but tomorrow AA and I have our Christmas parties, so that's pretty much like the start to the weekend after today. The trick is going to be drinking little enough to legally drive from one to the other and back again. People act like you're planning to bomb the company if you don't socialize to their specific standards with them. Never mind the beer belly you have to work off the next week.
Speaking of which, I bought some "Physique" from my parents which I figure is cheaper (incl. family discount, HA) than the Muscle Milk I've been buying from Vitamin World to take after my workouts for recovery. Sweet libbity lawd that stuff is incredible. Not only am I not sore the next day, but I feel fantastic in the morning. Now I'm like a crack dealer in a cop station trying to convince people how great it is at the gym.
That reminds me too, the other night, I saw this guy doing war curls one arm at a time, and he's sitting there lifting the weight with one hand and with the other hand, he's gripping his bicep and pushing on it like he's trying to keep his muscle from exploding off his arm and destroying him. I was convinced. Looked like it was gonna. I thought that was an iPod on his belt, but that must've been his intervenous steroid supply pumping directly into his ear canals.
Intervenous.... int... eh... I'm not even gonna look that one up.
Yeah so I'm rambling. Kind of dreading this day. It's dark, rainy and grey out and I want to be back in bed with my wife. We both have a bunch of homework to do and no time or desire to do it. Yuck. We're the kind of people who will be getting educated our entire lives though to keep from getting bored. Go figure.
Oh, before I go, I had an epiphany the other night. If my dog eats a cat turd and then burps, is that a fart?
....that is just one of those questions in life in which there is no clear answer. | | |
| Speaking of winning stuff, Aub's been on a streak.
On Thanksgiving Eve's Eve (that would be Tuesday last week), she called into a radio station and won us the new System of a Down album and two VIP tickets to Church Street Station in Orlando for free drinks at the Thanksgiving Eve Bash.
Then earlier this week, like Monday or Tuesday, she called in to another radio station and won two tickets to the Aerosmith concert! But... in an unfortunate turn of events, the DJ screwed up, flipped the wrong switch and ended up giving them to caller #10, not #9. They couldn't retract the prize once they gave it away, even though it was the wrong person, so they gave her the Chris Brown album. Heh... Chris Brown... Aerosmith... gee thanks.
Whoopdy-freaggin-doo.
Anyways, I'm convinced her phone has some mystical connection to these radio stations now. Must be Christmas Magic.
In other news, she's riding now too. I'll have to post pics soon. She looks awesome. Gave her an early Christmas present. :)
So keep it real, don't punch anybody at the malls, and do have yourself a merry little Christmas. | | |
| Last night, me and my "team" won 2nd place in the Hooter's Thursday Night Trivia.
And we only cheated for half of the questions.
We had no clue on about 5 of the questions, our doctor friend answered about 5, and my SidekickII & Google got about 10. HA! It's finally starting to pay itself off. We got a coupon for a free pitcher of beer and 20 wings.
Anyways, a lot going on lately. As usual.
All good. | | |
| I spent my lunchtime today reflecting on things and evaluating my position in life.
With a side of fries.
I realized I am not only exactly where I need to be, but I am in fact ahead of myself. I realized I have not been frustrated with my present situation; I have been frustrated with my future destination.
The problem, it seems, is that I have already arrived. Every time I determine a seemingly unreachable goal, I become infatuated with it until it is completed. Now I am standing in a future I should not be in yet, with all the things I should not have acquired already, and all that is left is to bide my time until my next move.
My next move. It is elaborate and complicated. I realize it is not even frustration I am feeling. It is anxiety. I am not invincible, but I feel like it. Until it happens, I have time to refine the already present future. Time to refine my marriage, house, money management, and self. I believe refinement is why I find myself in the gym every night now. To be a better, more handsome, stronger husband - not just because I want to look good. I want my wife's husband to look good.
There are things I want to be better at. An endless list of things. But now, in my refinement, until everything else is in place, I will relax. I will be available and accessible. I will not be stressed over the future's future.
Because yesterday will not be forgotten, today has already been conquered, and tomorrow is already promised to success.
And ketchup, it seems, is less noticeable on your shirt before you try to get it out with water. | | |
| My wife is so way cooler than yours.
Serious.
It's not just that she loves me.
She leaves me speechless.
Which is why this post will be so short.
I need to catch my breath some time. | | |
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