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Octubre 31, 2006

Happy Halloween

9:30a, The Minuteman-
Nenie is up in near the front door when Joaquin, the security guard walks in.

Joaquin: Hey Nenie, how's it goin'?

Nenie: Pretty good man. You?

Joaquin: Good man. Hey, you get any customers in here in costume yet?

Nenie: Man, in this town, it's kinda hard to tell, yknow?

Joaquin: Good point man, good point.

Yup, Halloween in Santa Fe. Seriously, it's kinda hard to tell the difference between this day, and yknow, every other day. Like this one woman who came in right before Joaquin did. I almost complimented her on her Neo-Flapper/Geisha fusion costume.

Until I realized that it might not have been a costume, it might have been her "dressing up."

Yup, this really is the City Different.

I have to say, my favorite costume of the day was a play on the whole "women just add 'sexy' to something and make it a costume.

This woman couldn't decide if she wanted to be a Sexy Cat, a Sexy Devil or a Sexy Angel...so I think she just tried to be "sexy"

Black velour body suit, white angel's wings, purple cat ears and a red devil tail.

I think she was trying to be "Sexy" for Halloween.

She failed.

Octubre 28, 2006

This Week in Weight Loss

Previous Week's Weight: 254.2lbs
This Week's Weight: 256.4lbs
This Week's Loss: +2.2lbs
Total Weight Lost: +0.2lbs
Next Goal: 243.0lbs
Pounds to Go 13.4lbs

Eh, nothing pithy this week. I just ate too damn uch. Consistency, consistency matters. Yeah, and, well...

Here's what's interesting, and what it is I'm trying to hang on to. At this weight I'm just as uncomfortable with my body as I was at 279 two years ago. So, I'm doing something about it sooner. If there's a silver lining to any of this its that I'm motivated to do something while in the 250s rather than the 270s or 290s or 310s...so baby steps, right?

Right.

Octubre 27, 2006

Normalcy

Nena walked in last night just after I finished watching the Battlestar Galactica miniseries. I picked it up yesterday to give me something to watch while Nena is in Seattle next week since broadcast TV just doesn't do it for me right now...OK, so it does but it's that time of year when I have to save up shows to watch them with Nena when she's in town, cuz it's less complicated that way.

Anyway, she walks in the door and says to me.

"Y'know, if Jar Jar Binks wanted to move to Kansas, that'd be OK."

How do you not love this woman?

Seriously.

Anyway, we're headed down to The Q- Duke City, Aztlan to pick up the new car tonight. That, my friends should be awesome. Y'all have very little idea of how pumped I am about this. So freakin' cool. WHOO!

Octubre 26, 2006

Big Dumb Animal

Forget the legal and/or religious arguments for/against gay marriage. Right now, I know why heterosexual marriage exists.

Cuz it keeps men from dying.

Last night, I leave The Minuteman and remember that I need milk for today, so I go out of my way to swing by Trader Joe's.

I swing by there because:
1) Even with the extra bit of gas it takes to get there it's still marginally cheaper than my other options (and WAY cheaper than the Comersh down the street from the house)
2) It will probably have something cool and frozen that I can make for dinner thereby saving the leftover pasta for another night
3) Trader Joe's is an official sponsor of the Chicago Cubs. And corporate sponsorships MEAN something people.

Right, so I pop in to TJ's and grab milk, a banana soy shake and head to the frozen foods aisle. Soba noodles? No, not enough protein. Spanikopita? No, that's just gonna hurt. Tiramisu? Dude, how old are you?

It's about this time that I hit upon a package of beef taquitos. Hrmmm, taquitos, that sounds like a real good idea. Look, there's 10 of them, and I have that really good salsa at home and it'll leave me something to heat up for lunch tomorrow...BRILLIANT!

Right, so I'm at home, I have an episode of DS9 queued up on the TiVo, I've nuked five of the taquitos and smothered them in salsa.

Ten minutes later, I nuke the other five.

An hour later, I'm wondering why the hell I ate the rest of the taquitos. I want to die, really, I want to die. This isn't up there with the night I drank salsa, hell it doesn't even really compare to it, which means that as I've gotten older, I HAVE gotten wiser and therefore my tolerance for gastronomical stupidity has degraded rather severely.

Yeah, serious pain, yo.

Right, so marriage. See, if Nena'd been around she would have expressly forbade me from going back for the last five taquitos. She would have reminded me that they were going to hurt me really bad and threatened to make me sleep not with her if I ate said taquitos. But since she wasn't around...I ate the taquitos and then I paid for it with bloating and discomfort and that feeling you get when you've had too much grease.

Ugh, I need some fry bread.

Octubre 25, 2006

Nena Interlude

Report from Nena out in the field. Where the field is Kansas...Wichita to be exact.

Nena dropped in to her favorite tea house EVER, which happens to be in, yknow, Wichita. Anyway, she's seated next to a table full of Old White Ladies(tm).

Waiter: And what would you ladies like to drink?
OWL1: I don't know, we're not terribly fond of tea.
OWL2: It's dreadful. I never drink it.
OWL3: Do you have anything else?
Waiter: Well, we do have coffee.
OWL2: Yes, coffee would be wonderful. But we don't like it too strong. So could you make it weak?
Waiter: Sure, I'll be right back.
OWL3: So dear, tell us about your redecorating.
OWL2: Yes, do tell. You're doing something different, what's it called?
OWL1: Kim Shui, or something like that. It's Oriental.
OWL3: Isn't that the one with the energy flow thing?
OWL1: Yes, you heighten your Shui by allowing energy to flow through your rooms by moving your furniture around.
OWL2: Oh my, what was it called again?
OWL1: Kim Chee, or Kim Shui or something like that.
OWL3: Does it work?
OWL1: I don't know. I mean, I don't know how you can tell if the energy is flowing better or anything. But you know, those Orientals.
All: (Laughter)

Waiter returns carrying a French Press
Waiter: Here you are ladies, your coffee.
OWL2: My dear word, what is that?
Waiter: It's a French Press
OWL3: A what?
Waiter: A French Press. You make coffee with it.
OWL1: My word, have any of you ever seen anything like that?
OWL3: I haven't. It's so modern, what will they think of next?
OWL2: I don't know,

fin

Seriously, we couldn't make this shit up if we tried.

Octubre 24, 2006

Santa Fean NeoRealism

Customer: Excuse me, do you work here?

Me: No, I don't. I just like to run around with a Minuteman nametag pinned to my chest to mess people up.

*shakes head*

Somedays you're Dante Hicks. Somedays you're Rob Gordon.

Octubre 23, 2006

Picking Arturo's Successor

A few years ago, during an online conversation with Willy and the kidz I said that the next car I owned was going to be a hybrid.

This was based upon two, very interrelated suppositions that ended up not being totally correct.

1) 'Turo was gonna make it to 250K
2) The auto industry was serious about making hybrid technology work.

In the end, the auto industry has yet to get serious about hybrid technology and 'Turo didn't live long enough to see it happen.

The Problem:
I know what you're saying, "but Nenie, the auto industry is unveiling more and more hybrid vehicles every year, they're totally serious about this."

Sure there are more models every year, but they're all priced out of the range of possibility for people like me. $24K for a Prius? That looks like a $600/mo payment for a guy like me, and where the hell am I going to get $600/mo for a car? Seriously. And, there are still people arguing (quite convincingly) that you really don't save any money by buying a hybrid since what you save in gas you spend on, yknow, the freakin' payment. So if the price tag came down...

Right, so here I am, needing a car, having the funds for a car and not having the car I really want on the market. Yknow, that mythological $16K hybrid. OK, maybe $18K, but that's it.

Which meant that I had to go back to the wishing/drawing board.

The Criteria:
Let's face it, 'Turo's death this summer came as a shock to pretty much no one. And as much as I hated to admitted that it was over between us, I was prepared to move on, because Nena and I had been devising a Plan B for a few years so by the time 'Turo gave it up on Prom Night, we were prepared.

We'd spent the past few years popping into dealers and auto shows looking at and test driving new cars, just to keep abreast of what was out there; we also peered at Consumer Reports every month and generally did what we had to do to be educated consumers so that when Arturo did go to the Victory Auto Wreckers in the sky we'd have the time to properly mourn him, because we knew what we'd do from there.

After all our research we narrowed things down to three models, the Honda Fit, Toyota Yaris and Nissan Versa all of which met five important criteria:


1) Highway MPG ratings at or above 35.
2) Enough room to fit my 5' 10" wife in the back seat, comfortably.
3) Baby seat?
4) Enough of the bells and whistles I, as a hip, cool kid, need to feel, yknow, hip and cool.
5) Enough power so I wouldn't feel miss the 24 valve, in-line 6 cylinder POWER 'Turo had in his hey.

The big problem we ran into with our testing of these three cars is that their manufacturers complete misunderestimation of the public's desire for surprisingly roomy, fully loaded cars with MPG ratings approaching 40 for roughly $16K or less.

Apparently all three of these auto makers thought these cars would be wickedly unpopular and as a result, they really haven't made all that many of them...but that's still better than everyone else who doesn't have an answer to any of these cars.

I'll never stop being amazed by the auto industry's desire to eat itself.

Eventually, we managed to see enough of these cars, test driving each at least twice, if not three times in some cases, in multiple states, under different driving conditions.

The Results:
First off, all three of these cars are pretty much the same. There are pros and cons to each of them, but they all are pretty much the same car save for a few key differences.

Yaris
Like all of the cars in our non-scientific survey, you know who this car's parents are. I mean, it's a Toyota and from the moment you sit down, you know this car's a Toyota. Which you think would be a really good thing considering that 'Turo is a Toyota, too. But, sadly, it appears that everything that made 'Turo a legend was passed on to Toyota's little brother Lexus, so this car has more in common with a Taurus than it does with 'Turo, which is really too bad. This is a good car, which gets the best estimated mileage of anyone in the class. And, it comes in a liftback and a sedan.

The engine is responsive enough, and you never really feel like you're at a loss for power, but the base model is pretty stripped down, so by the time you add on enough of the bells and whistles to make this guy competative with the other two cars we looked at, it's much lower base price has been pumped up to match that of the other two cars. Oh, and have I mentioned that it just doesn't feel like a real car. At all. Truth be told it feels like the little Hyundais that are used as taxis in Colombia. And that's...not terrible, but not great either.

Versa
This thing is just a Nice Car(tm). It has all the bells and whistles you would want in a car and a few more. I mean, it has freaking Blue Tooth for crissakes and therefore, keyless ignition! But as bells and whistles go, this one feature so dominates, that you're left to wonder, ummm, what else does this thing not have? The big thing about this car is its Continuously Variable Transmission. I don't know if you've read the hype on this bad boy, but let me tell you something, it's THE TRUTH! This car has the smoothest, most confident ride of the three cars we tested (with an automatic transmission) but it has the worst gas mileage of the three, which definitely hurts it.

This car is a Nissan, though. Taking the best from my dad's Murano and the worst from my mom's Maxima. The handling is OK, but there's better handling to be had out there, and while the ride is really smooth, you always feel ready to pounce, to blow the doors off of everyone around you...but you never actually get around to doing that. Which means that while it's definitely a cool car, and the most upscale-feeling of the three, it's not the most fun to drive.

Fit
This one is the most fun to drive. The handling is perfect, the stereo amazing and its ability to fold the seats up and down and all around make for a great option for those of us who don't want a truck, but would like to be able to haul some stuff from time to time. The bells and whistles department is solid. Though they lack the big slam dunk that is Blue Tooth, you've got all the other bells and whistles you'd want to make you feel like you drive a big-kid car.

With an automatic transmission, this car does feel a bit underpowered, mostly because this has the trademark Honda transmission. It shifts hard like a race car which is really cool in the Accord or S2000, but when you have a 109Hp engine...it feels really lame. The manual transmission fixes this problem and, in fact, reverses it. The Fit goes from a slightly underpowered, two hamsters under the hood driving experience to something that you can't wait to get out and drop the hammer on. Regardless of which transmission you get, this is still a really fun car and I didn't have anything bad to say about the automatic transmission until I drove the manual.


The Analysis:
In the end, the Yaris feels like its pricetag, which is no knock on the car, it's a low end of the price spectrum car and it feels like that. Nothing wrong with being what you are. But the Fit and the Versa want to be more than the low-rent sibling. They aspire for more and they delivered. In the end, the decision between the two comes down to what you want in a car. The Nissan has a lot of things you're going to find in higher-end Nissans. The Honda feels younger, has more flexibility in seat configuration and has a few options that the Versa doesn't have. If you're going to get an automatic, get the Nissan, if you want a stick, get the Honda. For me the decision game down to mileage, the Honda is estimated to get 2 more MPG than the Nissan and that was enough to break a really dead heat tie. OK, that and I just flat out like Hondas more.

Octubre 22, 2006

The Fit is GO!

Yesterday when we got up, our To Do list looked like this.

Get Up
The Minuteman
-pick up new schedule
Garcia Honda
-Get on waiting list for new car
Lunch...somewhere
Happy Nails
-Pedicures and Manicures for EVERYONE!
Dillards
-Makeup for Nena
Costco
-Samples and general fun walking around looking at 300gal. jars of mayo
Target
-Brita filters, toothpaste, Kleenex...
Home

In reality it looked like this...

Get Up
The Minuteman
-pick up new schedule
Garcia Honda
-Run credit check for new car
Lunch@Los Cuates
Garcia Honda
-Test drive and buy new car
Target
-Brita filters, toothpaste, Kleenex...
Home

Right, so we bought a new car when we only intended to get on what we'd been led to believe was a very long waiting list for the car of my entirely too practical dreams- the Honda Fit

We decided to skip lunch before heading into the dealer because, well, this was gonna be a 15 minute deal. We'd walk in, find a salesman we liked tell him exactly what we wanted, give him a check for $500 and be on our way to lunch. Only, well, yeah, things went down like this.

"Hi, welcome to Garcia Honda..."

"Hey, yeah, we're looking for a manual Fit Sport. If you don't have one, that's cool, we just want to get on the waiting list for one."

Poor guy didn't even get to give us his name or a sales pitch or anything, I just blindsided him like my name was Urlacher with a request for a car that I KNEW he didn't have.

"Oh, yeah? Umm, really? Uhhh, let me see, OK?"

Here's my deal. Nena and I have spent the better part of three years preparing for this day (the full details of which I'll share later this week). First, we figured out what car we wanted, then we figured out which dealer we wanted to give our business to, then we figured we'd walk around the lot and find the salesman we wanted to give our business to.

Cuz, at the end of the day, it's our money and we don't want to be giving it to some fool, yknow? We wanted to give it to someone who really deserved it. We work hard for our money, yo. Why would we give it to the Applebees of car dealers/salesmen.

(Quick plug for Garcia Honda in ABQ, Duke City- BABY! Their salesmen are salaried and they do flat pricing, which means no haggling, no bullshit. It's the most chill, amazing way to buy a car. I can't recommend it enough.)

The salesman comes back a few minutes later and says that, "actually, we have exactly what you're looking for right here on the lot. Came off the hauler a few hours ago, hasn't even been received into inventory yet."

We walk out into the deep recesses of the lot and see it sitting there against a wall. The new NenieMobile, dirty from its trip, still marked up on the windows with grease pencil, its upholstery still shrink wrapped from the factory on the other side of the Pacific.

"We'll take it."

"Really? OK, let's head back to my office and do some numbers. Oh, by the way, my name's DeHaven, what's yours?"

Back at DH's desk we're filling out the credit check information and I'm sweating buckets. See, I have really, really shitty credit. Remember the Communist Party, Faisal Day, the Freedom Party and the like? Well, all of those were financed on credit cards, not to mention Arturo's various and sundry repairs, so by the time I graduated from Carleton my credit was real, real messed up.

Nena on the other hand. When she bought Will they asked her if she wanted another one...

Right, so I'm freaking out thinking that all the stuff I've been doing for the past few years to fix my credit isn't really going to matter and I'm screwed and here comes DH with my credit report, and here goes my dream car, up in smoke, I had it then I didn't and...what's this? Is this MY credit score? I mean, it looks like I belong to a club that shares a name with one run by Pat Robertson, huh?

WHOO!

I AM THE THIRD HEAT!

MY CREDIT RULES!

ALL YOUR CREDIT ARE BELONG TO US!

I'M BUYING A FREAKING CAR, BABY!

Right, so there was one snag...the car hadn't been actually received into inventory yet, a process they weren't going to get around to until Monday, but since we wanted to buy it now...give them 45 minutes.

So we went to lunch at Los Cuates. Damn their tamales are tasty. At lunch, Nena shares with me that she's not as big a fan of Garcia Honda as I am. She wants to argue, size up the competition, accuse them of jacking up the price on her. It reminds me of the way Luce was when she bought her first car in Burnsville. On our way into the dealer she told me what she wanted and what she wanted to pay. She walked in, told the guy what she wanted and what she wanted to pay and when the salesman said, "OK, I can do that." she went apeshit. I guess you had to be there.

Back to the dealer, drive the car, WHEE! Sign some papers, sign some more papers, stare dumbfounded at my credit score, sign some more papers, ponder my credit rating, sign some more papers, shake some hands and then. BOOM!

I am now the proud owner of a white 2007 Honda Fit Sport with a 5 speed manual transmission and a 6 speaker 200wt stereo.

Yeah baby.

The sad part is that our baby is still at the dealer. Two reasons. 1) We'd forgotten the checkbook so we couldn't actually put our down payment, yknow...down. 2) Our car had an appointment on Wednesday to install the options package which is a bunch of mundane crap...except for the iPod jack. WHOO!

So, we'll pick it up after work on Friday.

Damn, I mean, we're the only people to have ever seen, touched or driven this car. It's so new, DH didn't even know they had it until after we said we'd take it. Man, this is totally destiny. We were meant to have this car.

Why?

Because, this is the BEST WEEK EVER!!!

Octubre 21, 2006

This Week in Weight Loss

Previous Week's Weight: 256.2lbs
This Week's Weight: 254.2lbs
This Week's Loss: -2.0lbs
Total Weight Lost: -2.0lbs
Next Goal: 243.0lbs
Pounds to Go 11.2lbs

OK, right, so I didn't check in last week, but considering I had to be up at 3A to make the plane to JLo and NotPuffy's wedding...I think I can be forgiven. Don't you?

I'm glad you agree with me.

I'm down two pounds for the past two weeks, which is a testament to, I'm not really sure. I haven't been watching what I eat, and I've been eating out a lot, but I am learning to 1) not overdo it 2) know that sometimes hungry is good, because I eat too damn much 3) actually deal with portion sizes, it all starts with breakfast, the small breakfast is good because it sets me up to actually be hungry come lunch time and since I'm dealing with some sembalnce of portion control at lunch it sets things up for a decent dinner.

That said, I know that these two weeks were a gift and I'm gonna have to get off my ass and actually take care of things from here on out. But, yknow. I'll take this.

Octubre 20, 2006

Yeah, TOTALLY the BEST WEEK EVER.

Sell House?
Check.

Get Promotion?
Check.

Da Bears Pull Comeback on MNF?
Check.

Hung in ABQ with Nena and DJ Marley?
Check.

Going to Put a Downpayment on a new car tomorrow?
Check.

JLo and NotPuffy Married by Rev. Nenie?
Check.

Chilled with Cody, Al, Grandmastah Gunder, Jo and Drieg back home?
Check.

So what could make this week better?

Finding out that one of the profs that ran me out of KU is BAILING ON THE PROGRAM. Yup, she's gone. totally screwing the dept. over to take a job here. Which, like, ummm, isn't really in keeping with her lofty, take no prisoners career ambitions.

But, yknow. Whatever.

BEST WEEK EVER!

Octubre 19, 2006

Best Week Ever, Period.

What has four thumbs and isn't a homeowner anymore?

That'd be these guys.

Yup, as of today Nena and I are no longer proud homeowners. We're proud former homeowners.

This has totally been the best week ever.

It's amazing. Buying your first home is pure, unrelenting joy.

Selling your first home is pure, unrelenting relief.

If I had it to do all over again, I'd still buy my own home. But, it's nice to be out from under the burden of paying rent and a mortgage on a place no one's living in.

As I told Cody earlier today, buying your first home is like being at Carleton and really digging this chica you meet while working on the fall Players' show.

You like her, she likes you; you both get a might tipsy at the Players' party and make out a bit in Arena; you both go away for break but you're on IM and the phone all the time; you meet up at the airport when you get back and go directly to The Monday for a coffee date that lasts until they throw you out; somewhere in that date that won't end you ask them to Midwinter Ball, dedicating the first half of Winter Term to making things as perfect as they can; the night comes and it's perfect, you dance, have a few drinks, go back to her single and it's magic time.

This is what buying your first home is like.

Selling your first home is like the above only, right before you pick up your date, right after you pick up your new suit in Burnsville, you drink 4 Liters of water in nervous anticipation of staying hydrated all night; at the dance your bladder starts to protest violently, but you're committed to making this night special and refuse to cry uncle, YOU MUST BE SMOOTH, so you resist telling your date that you have to pee, cuz that's the least smooth thing EVER and she wants to dance number after number after number. With every step your bladder threatens to explode on you, but if that happens, you can kiss your night goodbye, hell you might as well transfer because pissing yourself and your new suit at Mindwinter Ball while on the dance floor is one of those things you can never live down; eventually the band stops for a break or your date needs to go get a drink, jumping on this opportunity you run to the men's room across from the Great Hall and let your bladder run wild on the Jabroni you call a urinal.

This is what selling your first home is like.

Yeah, so we're real, real happy right now.

It's good to pee.

Octubre 17, 2006

Best Week Ever?

It just might be.

Da Bears pulled out a great comeback
(more on this later)

Hung out in ABQ for a few days
(more on this later)

House should close Thursday
(cross your fingers)

Should put downpayment on my NEW CAR on Saturday
(cross your fingers/more on this later)

Got that promotion at The Minuteman.
(More on this NOW!)

Yup, I'm now a full-fledged lieutenant in charge of morale and snacks at The Minuteman. This doesn't sound like much, but it's more money and I'M IN CHARGE OF PEOPLE. Which, yknow. Simultaneously scary and cool. Oh, and I went from ensign to lieutenant in less than two months, people. This is pretty meteoric. At this rate, I'll be an Admiral by summer.

Or not.

Yup, not what I ever figured I'd be doing...but shit, middle management beats rank and file. Cuz, yknow...I'll have a cool Minuteman email addy like Lilyblack used to have.

Octubre 14, 2006

Double Up

We're in town for JLo and NotPuffy's (which is different from Puffiamiyumi) wedding when I get the strange feeling that I really should check my email.

I can't explain it, and Drieg and I are running late to pick up Grandmastah at O'Hare, but I NEED to check my email.

I do.

Ed's mom died two and a half hours before I checked my email.

I don't talk about him much, but this was my best friend from the first grade until he was replaced by Gunder and Fesser in the middle of high school.

We had our differences, and I haven't really spoken to him since I graduated from Carleton...but he's an incredibly important part of my life and while growing up, his mom was pretty interchangable with my mom for a lot of things.

Now she's gone. Cancer. Too soon.

Thank you Ann, my anothermother. God bless. I'll miss you terribly.

Octubre 12, 2006

Answered Prayers

In this morning's inbox, from THE REALTOR(tm)

"Everything is looking good with the buyers, they have already completed inspections and their loan committments have been met."

WHOO!

So close, so close I can taste it.

Shit can still go wrong, but, I'm Hopeful.

(Cue "Holiday")

Octubre 11, 2006

Brilliant Radiation

Have I mentioned how much I love radiant heating?

No?

OK, I love radiant heating, it's amazing.

No, not radiators like we had back in NFLD, I'm talking radiators built into the floor that make the floors toasty and since heat rises, it makes the air in the house warm too. It's freaking brilliant.

Our house has these supersweet concrete floors throughout and while they are a bit rough on the legs (unless you're a sucka and spring for a pair of Crocs [or somesuch] {mine are Faisal Orange, Nena's are NenieyNena Wedding Pink}) they give the place a really cool vibe while keeping wicked cool in the summer...and conducting heat really well in the winter...or early fall as the case may be.

These floors are amazingly awesome. It's the best of both worlds. You get the crispness of tile, but the warmth of carpet. I don't think I can properly describe how amazing this shit is. Warms your core, cools your skin, just brilliant.

The only issue is that Nena and I deal with heat very differently. She's a human furnace who holds in heat poorly and I hold in heat well so long as my feet stay warm. Translation: Nena needs a nippy 66 degrees, and I need a human(e) 72. Because overheated feet mean an unhappy Nena and underheated feet mean a sick Nenie.

You wouldn't think that 6 degrees would matter that much, but you have to remember, our floors do a shitty job of holding in heat, so unless the heat is up a bit more...it's gonna be a long winter for Nenie.

And no, socks don't help that much.

Still, though. Radiant heating rocks my universe. Just had to get that out there, because the specter of this topic has been threatening to hijack my posts for weeks now, so yeah.

Octubre 10, 2006

Public Service Announcement

Maurice Sendak is not dead.

Shel Silverstein is dead.

Has been for seven years.

Please do not respond to seeing the new Sendak book on the shelf with "but I thought he was dead?!?"

Because he isn't.

To reiterate, Uncle Shebly- worm food. Uncle Maury, alive and publishing.

Thank you.

Octubre 09, 2006

ChileBucks

Santa Fe is the new Seattle.

Seriously, there's mountains, and it's been cold and rainy for the past few days.

Forecast says there's gonna be more of the same coming for the rest of the week. Which is not what I signed on for when I voted for this whole southwestern relocation thing. But, yknow, it could be worse, right?

The upside to this rain is that I now get the whole stereotypical Seattle=Coffee thing. Cuz, well, the caffeine replaces sunlight your body craves and the heat keeps you warm. Thankfully the baristas at work have been working doubletime to keep me happy, upright and functioning. OK, so they haven't been working hard to keep me up and running, but they have been working hard and the fruits of their labors has kept me up and running as a side effect. So, for that may they and their progeny be blessed for generations to come.

I woke up half an hour before my alarm went off to the sounds of rain pounding the skylight in the hallway outside my bedroom. I was really warm and desperately wanted to milk the last half hour before I had to get out of bed and into the cold world those raindrops were announcing. As the percussion lulled me into a pre-alarm clock nap I registered that I was really warm, really, really warm. So warm that I should have been sweating profusely. But I wasn't. As I drifted off I started to think that maybe I was a touch dehydrated. I vowed to rectify this when I got up for real, never for once second registering this sweatless warmth for what it really was, a harbinger of the migraine to come.

A quick public service announcement. If it looks like you're gonna have to use your windshield wipers, TURN ON YOUR FUCKING HEADLIGHTS. Thank you.

I spent my normally enjoyable run down I-25 to The Minuteman dodging idiots who thought that hard rain in zero visibility should be driven at the same speeds as sunny and dry with infinite visibility. Oh, and one should NEVER turn on their headlights between sunrise and sunset, lest the ghost of Zero Mostel come up to haunt them with an ethereal song and dance.

Miraculously, pull into work on time, but considerably out of my game. I'm cold, I'm wet and not in a mood to do the ridiculous amount of shelving that awaited me as my pre-opening assignment. I'm so out of sorts that I totally alter my arrival routine. Focusing on the task at hand I totally ignore the rest of the day's schedule, leaving it for the lull right after we open.

8a- Shelving
9a- Register
10a- Customer Service
11a- Customer Service
12p- Interview
1p- Lunch
2p- Register
3p- Customer Service
4p- Customer Service

"Not bad," I think to myself. Lunch is kinda late but I have the bare min of hours at the regis...WTF!?!? Interview? Huh? What?"

Right, remember the part where I put in for a promotion last week? Well, turns out that I had an unannounced interview for said promotion in three hours. Great.

Just to recap, I'm cold, wet, not bringing my A-game and oh did I mention that my ability to see beyond ten feet in front of me was rapidly failing me? What's that pressure on my temples? A migraine you say?

Great.

Mercifully, the morning flies by and the interview comes. It goes way better than it had any right to be, all things considered. I hit as many questions out of the park as I line up the middle, and I don't think I struck out on any of them. The interview definitely made me want the promotion more than I'd wanted it before. I'm still cool if I don't get it, because I have a gig I like and a schedule that kicks ass. If I get the promotion, I lose my rockstar schedule an add a whole lot more responsibility to a job that's fabulous, in part, because it's so low responsibility. I mean, my major job responsibilities are to show up, not piss off customers and help people find stuff. If I make supervisor, well...yeah.

But, the promotion'd be pretty badass, too. Especially considering that this Friday I get my fourth paycheck from The Minuteman.

I have a second interview later this week and a phone interview at some point down the road as well.

That's the update from Santa Fe. I'm working on getting things all set for JLo and NotPuffy's wedding this weekend. Looks like it's gonna be a short ceremony and a long party. :)

Which, yknow, rules.


Octubre 08, 2006

Not In Kansas Anymore

I came home today to find a tumbleweed sitting on my front porch.

Add this to the list of mundane things that I never expected to see/do.

Octubre 07, 2006

Vocabulary Expansion

Whipped- v. Not bumping your wife's scheduled recording of Gilmore Girls on the TiVo in favor of the free, live telecast of UFC 64 even though said wife is out of town for the next 10 days and probably won't have the opportunity to watch said episode of said television program.

Not that I'm complaining, yo.

I'm just saying is all.

Octubre 06, 2006

This Week in Weight Loss

Previous Week's Weight: 255.0lbs
This Week's Weight: 256.2lbs
This Week's Loss: +1.2lbs
Total Weight Lost: +1.2lbs
Next Goal: 243.0lbs
Pounds to Go 13.2lbs

This is one of those lessons I should have learned the first time.

You can't take a weekend off and expect things to go your way.

OK, there are a few more lessons I should have learned.

You can't count POINTS(tm) for breakfast and lunch and then take dinner off.

You can't use forgetting your lunch as a reason to go apeshit, even if it is a Sanbusco Burrito with green.

You can't not count free breakroom food. Donuts count, yo. They always count.

You MUST drink all your water.

You can't expect first week results the second week with less effort.

You're going to be hungry, cuz you eat too much.

Though, I did have a minor victory this week. Nena and I went out for a fancy lunch yesterday and I restrained myself to soup and salad. Though, the soup was a sausage and peppers deal and the salad was caprese. But, yknow, small victories, yo.

The hardest thing about all this is going to be learning to include beer in my diet regimine. Cuz, well, I'm drinking again. Which, for those of you who know me, is a good sign. Cuz I only drink when I'm in a good place. So, yknow, it's been a while since I've really been drinking with any regularity...five years in fact...maybe six.

Octubre 05, 2006

Rejoicing

John Lennon once said that "life is what happens when you're busy making other plans." And while I'm not normally one to quote The Walrus, I can't deny that the man was right. Life is what happens when you're too busy to let your friends know what's going on.

Life at The Minuteman continues to amuse and horrify me. It took me a while to get over that at the end of the road I've been traveling the majority of my life, a job at The Minuteman was what awaited me. I'll admit most of this was borne out of some rather embarrassing elitism. But after spending the past six weeks laughing and ranting with my coworkers by day and reflecting on the many crap jobs and sacrifices my father made while I was growing up, I've come to realize that this, all things considered isn't that bad a deal.

Plus, as Gunder said, there's nothing wrong with loving a job you don't want.

I've been working an average of 45 hours a week since I started, which hasn't left all that much time for blogging. But, with the availability of overtime drawing to a close until the holidays, life is easing up enough to where I think I'll be able to check in a bit more regularly and let y'all know what's going on.

Like the house. Someone finally made an offer on the house yesterday. Six and a half months after we put the thing on the market, someone finally made us an offer we couldn't refuse. That is, they made us an offer at all.

There was much rejoicing.

They're offering $7k more than we were asking (which is still $7k less than we asked in March) and asking us to cover closing costs. Word, we're thrilled. The best thing is that the closing is tentatively scheduled for later this month, when Nena was gonna be back in LTown for business anyway. Yeah, she can roll into town, visit my old employer, run over to the house, dig up St. Joseph, run over to the title place, sign over our first house and go visit the other schools in LTown.

There are those who say that you never feel as grown up as when you buy your first home. I disagree. You never feel as grown up when you sell your first home.

That's pretty much it. We're going to Cubero tomorrow night, Nena leaves for Arizona on Saturday and I'm gonna head on down to the Trinity Site for one of their biannual open houses. Pictures should be up later this weekend.

Oh, and one more thing before I run off. One of my supervisors at The Minuteman has convinced me to put in for a promotion. I'm not entirely sure if it's cuz he wants to give me the promotion or if he wants to have someone to turn down when he gives someone else the promotion, but either way I'm pretty pumped that I've been asked. Yeah, word. Until later....

Octubre 01, 2006

This Week In Weight Loss

Previous Week's Weight: 255.0lbs
This Week's Weight: 255.0lbs
This Week's Loss: 0.0lbs
Total Weight Lost: 0.0lbs
Next Goal: 243.0lbs
Pounds to Go 12.0lbs

So after a few months off, and close to 20lbs gained I decided to get back on the horse this week.

I'm counting points and trying to get back in the game.

My current goal is the lightest recorded weight I've got for my last stab at the whole weight loss thing.

I know I was lighter than that, but I can't find evidence of it, so...here we go.

Also, sorry for the lag here. Life at The Minuteman is kicking my ass right now and I'm having trouble finding time for things like blogging. But, I think this week will be the week that I get back on the horse.

Oh, and in case you hadn't figured it out, the whole bike thing died a quick death once I started working again. That sucked as well.

Anyway...yeah.