New Years Eve 2012

I'm sitting with five pounds of chicken wings, 20 oz of Frank's Red Hot Sauce, and more beer than I can possibly drink.  I couldn't think of a better way to spend a night in, especially on New Years Eve.

Unless I had lobster...

Laying Low

This is exactly what I will be doing on New Years Eve.

AM/PM

I'm actually surprised I've only had one am/pm experience in the last eight days since I've been on vacation.  (am/pm: when you wake up, after drinking heavily, and think it's 8:00 am when it's really 8:00 pm.)

Soup/Liquids

I just made this Bear Creek soup.  It called for 8 cups of water.  I'm not one to leave food go uneaten.  Along with the beer, there's an 80% chance I'll pee myself tonight.

I can see the single ladies (or married, I'm not picky) lining up outside my front door.

10lb Plates

The Roommate was nice enough to pick up some 10lb weight plates for me yesterday.  I have a little home gym in my basement, nothing special but it works.  I have a number of plates from 45's to 2.5's and dumbbells up to 90lbs.  So today I loaded up 135, 185, 205, 225, and 245.  I haven't done 245 in years, usually just lifting in the basement without a spotter.

Well, I did it, just once, I was a little scared to do more.

I'll turn 36 in three months.  Ten years ago I was benching 265 ten times on my second set.  Getting old.

But like I told my financial advisor, it's not worth getting injured trying to lift some extra weight, not when you sit behind a desk five days out of the week.

On another note, at age 36, my chances at an NFL career are slipping by.  Thank goodness for reality TV and my screen presence...

Shopping

I hope, and pray, that sending the Roommate out with cash and my credit card that I will get what I've really been hoping for, for Christmas, two 10lb weight plates.

Bricks & Barkey

I can't really say I like this stuff.  Thought I'd get something special for the holiday weekend.  I'll just stick to the regular light brew from now on.

Gruden on Twitter

"What's wrong with this world?"

I agree.

Street Lights

Oh goodness, I just called the City of Milwaukee because there were two lights out aroud my block.  Like they don't have better shit to do.  They must think I'm a prissy bitch.

And rightly so.

Bacon

I've got a pound of bacon on the griddle, who's living large now?

T-Bear

I have a friend who comes over every Tuesday for dinner.  This Tuesday he brought over the movie "Ted."  We had seen the previews on TV for weeks and thought it looked like a decent movie.  And when I read one review about the crass, homophobic, and generally lewd humor I just knew that it was going to be a hit.

And it was.  We laughed and laughed at each "beat up the Jewish kid" joke or "trailer trash name" for the girl Ted screwed on top of the produce (I now only refer to my friend with the suffix "Lynn" following his name).  I'm not going to say it was a timeless classic, but I'd definitely watch it again (and probably again after that, too).

But wouldn't you know it, you put an adorable stuffed animal/best friend in a movie, build up the plot line/relationship/friendship, and have something bad happen to the little guy… let's just say I had to wipe my face a couple times with my sleeve so my friend wouldn't see the tears in my eyes.  Did I mention the movie was "Ted"?  I know, fucking pussy.

I was an only child for 13 years of my life.  I'm not going to say I was a loser or anything, but I tended to enjoy playing by myself rather than attend birthday parties or play with other kids.  I had every Transformer, every G.I. Joe, all the He-Man characters, and an abundance of stuffed animals to play with.  My very favorite was always T-Bear.  I would dress him up in clothes (baby clothes were the only thing that fit him) kind of like how you would imagine a little girl would play with her dolls.  After writing/re-reading that sentence, I'm starting to figure out why I turned out the way I did.

I slept with T-Bear every night.  T-Bear went on every vacation with me.  T-Bear was loved so much that he had patches where his fur had worn off.  And now that I've grown up, just like the sad Pooh story, T-Bear resides in my closet, along with the Velveteen Rabbit and Henry, the big yellow dog.  But this holiday weekend I'll make sure he gets to come out and play for a bit, just like old times.

Getting to 225

Back in the day when I had a gym membership I had a certain system when it came to the bench press.  I'd start with two 45's as a warm up, throw on 25's for the second set, and work my way up to 245, 265 sometimes, by adding 10's on for each set.  Lifting weights in my basement, while I have some good equipment, I just don't have that many 10 lb weights.  I really don't feel the need to put 245 lbs on the bar anymore, either.  Next week, due to my laziness, I plan to start with 45's and jump to an additional 35 on each side for the second set, getting to 225 by the third.  And, once again being lazy, will probably play with that weight for another three sets.  Mind you it's not like I have a spotter or anything so I think 225 is as high as I should go.  The last thing I want to do is get injured lifting weights when I earn my living behind a desk.

Bath

Oh, my poor dog (puppy if you will), well, I warned her today that if I got drunk she might get two baths in the kitchen sink in two days.  Lets just say she got two baths and be done with it.

Rules To Live By

I hope I stick to these, they're on Post-Its right in front of my face.

Christmas Prep

I did half my prep for eleven days off from work.  10 cans of chicken noodle soup, four 20 oz cans of pineapples, four frozen pizzas, and six pounds of chicken breasts.  Oh, and four 30-packs. I'll have to pick up some more beer before the holidays actually start.

Slippers

The slippers, with the full rubber outsole, arrived, to much excitement.

Holiday Spending

I'm totally against the whole Christmas giving thing.  I have an $80 bottle of perfume from four years ago that's still 90% full, waste of money.  So when my coworkers complain about not having money because of the whole holiday season, well, I'm not sympathetic.  And buying dresses (outfits) for holiday parties, that's just not me, maybe because I have a penis but...

At a meeting on Thursday people said what they were doing with their time off.  Most were seeing family, others attending parties.  My goal is to hit the grocery store on the 22nd, stock up on beer, frozen pizzas, steak, and beer, and not leave my house but to walk my dog around the block.  Stay home and only consume what I've spent at the store.  Sweatpants, sweatshirt, slippers, and optional showers.  Sure, I'll lift weights in the basement, but other than that I'll be a slug.  It'll be sweet, trust me.  Might even turn the heat up to 65.

220 lbs

While this whole not drinking during the week hasn't been 100% not dinking during the week, it's been six, maybe seven weeks and I've lost about ten pounds so far.  I just happened to have a meeting today that had a scale in the room and I weighed 220.  My normal "playing" weight is typically 230.  I haven't changed anything else besides cutting out 2,000 calories on four nights of the week.  My pants and suits are feeling a little loose and I've even had a couple of people from the opposite sex ask if I've lost weight.

I just hope the work pants I bought for myself for Christmas will fit. I'd hate to have to take them back at this time of year with all those gift-giving people out in the stores.

Slippers/Sweatpants

It's 35 degrees outside, trying to rain or snow, a sweatoant and slipper day if there ever was one.

Hobby

I need a hobby.  As much as I look forward to the weekends, I don't do shit.  I used to race RC cars back when I was 15 but that got old (when I dominated), and kind of expensive.

God, that was 20 years ago.  Paid $80 for a high performance motor back then.

I bet I could still kick ass.

Happy Hour

My Roomate thinks happy hour starts at 10:00 pm.  I think bed time starts at 10:00 pm.  Nothing good happens after midnight, I like to call it safe earlier than that.

Plantar Faciitis

I've been having some foot problems lately.  I think it might be that plantar faciitis thing, it's just the bottom of my heel where all the tendons attach.  It's not that bad during the day but at night and in the mornings it gets to be a bit painful.  I'm going to guess walking a mile to city hall and back in my work shoes doesn't help any but I can't really get around that unless (so inefficient) I drive.

My favorite shoes are my Eastland boat shoes that I've become quite fond of.  I know, they're not that stylish and might be border line workplace-casual, but for the most part they are comfortable and haven't given me any problems.  Until about three months ago, that is.

For some reason they started giving me the heel pain.  I recently bought some insoles to put in them but those didn't help.  The "squeak, squeak" sound they made as I walked down the hall wasn't too pleasing, either.  I switched to a pair of brown Sketchers that had been sitting in my closet for years and those seemed to help a little.  The only bad thing about those is they had the little tongue thing in the back and it would catch my pant cuffs and started to rip them to shreds.

My Eastlands were over a year and a half old.  Mind you, this whole time I had a brand new pair sitting in my closet that I bought when I got a 30% off coupon in the mail.  Well, this week I got tired of my pant cuffs wearing out so I brought out the new shoes.

My God what a difference.  I should I started wearing the new ones months ago.  The next time I get a coupon in the mail I'm buying another pair, just to have in the closet for when my current ones start wearing out in a year or so.

My cheapness tends to burn me in the butt (foot) every once in a while.

Pizza

Pick N Save had these Red Barron pizzas on sale for $3 this week.  I had two, Sat and Sunday main meal.  Talk about eating good (snd cheap) in the neighborhood.