I realize that it has been almost two weeks since my last post. I know it bums y'all out. Even so, I had to work late tonight, so all I really feel like doing right now is drinking some beer and watching television.
However, all beer seems good for tonight is giving me heartburn, so I guess you're stuck with me. At least for a little while. I can't guarantee that I won't hit a stopping point tonight and finish up later. I'm tired.
Enough whining. I'd like to take a moment to address one of the burning questions that the millions upon millions of my readers worldwide ask me pretty much every day. The question?
"What are you wearing?"
Of course, this humble servant is far too modest to answer such a question. Except for tonight. Because, you see, as I was enjoying my supper wrap and beer this evening, I managed to dribble black beans on to my white cut-off t-shirt. I was so amused by my own apathetic response to the ensuing stain that I thought it merited sharing. Truth be told, though, I really hope no one sees a lonely, stained t-shirt as a metaphor for my existence. It probably is a metaphor for some of my college days, though. So, anyway, yep, I'm wearing black exercise shorts, glasses, and a white cutoff with a magnificent stain. Let that image lull you to sleep at night.
The "Scrubs" season finale was on tonight. It was a pretty funny episode, and pretty much everyone ended up pregnant by the end. That part was a little weird, I guess. Still, what a funny show. I'll look forward to its return next year. Pretty much all my favorite shows are winding up for the year right now. They all had pretty good season finales, with the exception of Grey's Anatomy. You know, that one just really pissed me off. There is no respect for the institution of marriage on that show whatsoever. I'm sure many Americans were giddily clapping last night when Meredith and Derek hooked up behind their spouse/significant other's backs. Well, I wasn't one of them. I thought it was atrocious.
OK, enough talk about television.
I suppose I should try to recap the past several days. Let's see...a week ago this past Saturday, my old buddy (and former colleague) Shawn was in town. You all can relax, though. Shawn was thoroughly exhausted from sleeping on his friend's couch, which seemed intent on devouring him, and wasn't about to go on another Guinness-fueled bender with me. Which is probably a good thing, as Angie and I went on to attend graduation receptions for Brad's girlfriend, Beth, and Mike's younger brother, Andrew.
That following morning, Angie and I worked as volunteers for the Lincoln Marathon. We were stationed as course monitors at 10th & G and 10th & A streets, respectively. It was a lot of fun, and encouraging, too, to see so many people out testing their physical limits in such a positive way. Afterward, before going to church, we stopped at a gas station. Angie was in the convenience shop when a cop came in searching for "a slender blonde girl of about 19 years." The gas station attendant pointed out Angie, which was pretty funny. But evidently the girl the cop was looking for was drunk.
Tuesday ended up being an excellent day. At Scheele's Sports & Rec that evening, I got a sweet deal on a Kelty Teton 4 tent. I plan on breaking it in on our tubing trip this summer, which will take place the weekend of my birthday. Last year I had to use Brad's brother's janky-ass little tent, in which I couldn't even completely extend my legs, let alone use an inflatable matress. By comparison, the new tent will be a luxury suite. I'm totally stoked to set it up. I may even do so in my basement sometime this week. Or in the back yard.
Anyway, that evening Theo and I went out for wings and drinks. That was a lot of fun. We ended up bouncing around from one bar to another and stayed out way later than we had intended. And, of course, we consumed a fair amount of beer. I even had a Guinness, which was ever so good. It remains, to this day, my most favoured of all beers.
OK, I'm tired now. Going to bed.
. . .
And I'm back. It's now 1:00p and I'm home on my lunch break. I'm not in nearly as crappy of a mood as I was last night, although I'm still feeling a little worn out. That's mostly because I got up at 5:00a to go to the gym. I would've liked to have slept in, but I've spent enough time being lazy. Time to get back on the wagon. I put a solid 65 minutes on the treadmill this morning at a brisk walk. I ended up burning 1,030 calories and averaged around 14 minutes per mile. That's pretty good for me, considering that the incline is maxed out at level 15.
But I digress. I was telling you about my past week. On Thursday evening, Angie and I went for a walk in the park, which was excellent as always. After that, we watched Varsity Blues at my house. I hadn't watched it in ages, back in the SCC days when I'd insist on having it playing in the background when Rae Lynne and Chris hosted parties at their house. I still had pretty much all the lines memorized, though, which annoyed Angie to some extent. Then again, that's pretty much the case whenever we watch one of my movies. :)
On Saturday, we had lunch at Lazlo's with Angie's folks, as well as Joel, Amy, and Aubrie. We all had a really good time, especially while watching Aubrie eat her ice cream. Miraculously, she only got a little bit of it on her grandma as she held her. That evening, we went to Crete and had dinner with my folks, sister, and brothers as sort of a pre-graduation celebration with some of Tom's fraternity brothers. I managed to eat relatively healthy food through both of those meals, so I was pretty proud of myself.
The following day was Tom's graduation from Doane. He earned his degree in four years, which takes a lot of hard work these days. I'm really proud of him. Kudos to Tom! Afterward we celebrated at my aunt Nancy's house, and I gorged myself on way too much good food. Such is life. It was a lot of fun to see everybody, though. I got to see my grandma and grandpa for the first time since they returned from Arizona, which was wonderful, and I enjoyed introducing Angie to them and my aunt Solveig.
That more or less ends my recap of the past several days. Oh, wait, I almost forgot. Yesterday morning, I administered quite possibly the best shave in the history of shaving to myself. I didn't have to go to work until noon, so I took my time and really scrubbed the shaving gel into my face. Then, after letting the ol' beard softners do their thing for a few minutes, I went to work. I didn't cut myself, not even once, and damn but I looked smooth after finishing up. Smoove, even.
Crippity-crap, time to go back to the office. I'll finish this up and upload some pictures when I get back.
. . .
Back again. It's late (and about 24 hours since I started writing this post). I'm going to try to wrap this up quick so that I can get to bed.
But first, a few things that are on my mind:
1. I don't like the movie "Dead Poets Society."
2. The secrets to being a decent golfer elude me.
3. American Idol is in a sad state of affairs when a guy who looks like he's 45 is poised to win the whole thing. Then again, that whole show is one sad affair to begin with.
4. Staying on top of laundry is an exercise in futility.
5. I want to engage in fisticuffs with whomever it is that sings that "You Had A Bad Day" song. That song is the bane of my existence.
Of course, it wouldn't be a complete post without some pictures, would it?
Here's a pic of my family and I this past weekend at Tom's graduation. I really like this one. From left to right are Mom, Dad, me, Tom, Ross, and Kirsten.
Tom, Angie, and myself. I had tried to set this up as just Tom and Angie because for some reason I thought that'd be amusing. I'm squirrely like that, I guess.
Nursery Rhymes with Aubrie. It's one of her favorite books, although she evidently hates Little Miss Muffet because she tore that page out. Sometimes when I read to Aubrie I like to embelish the stories a little bit. For instance, tonight I read her a book wherein baby Donald Duck makes a PB&J and then loses it. The story ends asking "What happened to Donald's sandwich?" I answered it myself for Aubrie with something like the following:
"Such things are to remain a mystery until the end of time, when the stars are perfectly aligned and all secrets are made know to those whose faith is true."
Call it my flair for the melodramatic, I guess.
And finally, pictures of lovely Angie. Because it simply isn't possible for this blog to look good without them.
Here are some song suggestions for you. I haven't checked for repeats, but I don't think I've mentioned these before, anyway.
"Circle Of Trust" by Accuface. A good trance track I discovered just yesterday.
"Point Of No Return" by Kansas. You can't beat classic rock.
"Lookin' For A Leader" by Neil Young. Not sure whether I actually like this one. I can't decide if it's an honest plea, or just subdued Bush bashing. The latter is very boring to me. You hate Bush. I get it.
"Laid" by Better Than Ezra. BTE's take on that old hit by James.
"Sweetness" by Jimmy Eat World. I downloaded this one by accident but found that I rather like it.
"Wrong Planet" by Los Straitjackets. A quick, urgent surf rock instrumental tune. I think people should play this song whenever I exit a room. Or whenever they think about me. Yes, I'll decree that right now. Whenever you hear this song, you must concentrate on me. So go download it. Do it! Do it now!
And finally, your haiku.
I'm going to bed.
Too tired to write haikus.
Sleeping is better.
Keep Hope Alive,
--N
However, all beer seems good for tonight is giving me heartburn, so I guess you're stuck with me. At least for a little while. I can't guarantee that I won't hit a stopping point tonight and finish up later. I'm tired.
Enough whining. I'd like to take a moment to address one of the burning questions that the millions upon millions of my readers worldwide ask me pretty much every day. The question?
"What are you wearing?"
Of course, this humble servant is far too modest to answer such a question. Except for tonight. Because, you see, as I was enjoying my supper wrap and beer this evening, I managed to dribble black beans on to my white cut-off t-shirt. I was so amused by my own apathetic response to the ensuing stain that I thought it merited sharing. Truth be told, though, I really hope no one sees a lonely, stained t-shirt as a metaphor for my existence. It probably is a metaphor for some of my college days, though. So, anyway, yep, I'm wearing black exercise shorts, glasses, and a white cutoff with a magnificent stain. Let that image lull you to sleep at night.
The "Scrubs" season finale was on tonight. It was a pretty funny episode, and pretty much everyone ended up pregnant by the end. That part was a little weird, I guess. Still, what a funny show. I'll look forward to its return next year. Pretty much all my favorite shows are winding up for the year right now. They all had pretty good season finales, with the exception of Grey's Anatomy. You know, that one just really pissed me off. There is no respect for the institution of marriage on that show whatsoever. I'm sure many Americans were giddily clapping last night when Meredith and Derek hooked up behind their spouse/significant other's backs. Well, I wasn't one of them. I thought it was atrocious.
OK, enough talk about television.
I suppose I should try to recap the past several days. Let's see...a week ago this past Saturday, my old buddy (and former colleague) Shawn was in town. You all can relax, though. Shawn was thoroughly exhausted from sleeping on his friend's couch, which seemed intent on devouring him, and wasn't about to go on another Guinness-fueled bender with me. Which is probably a good thing, as Angie and I went on to attend graduation receptions for Brad's girlfriend, Beth, and Mike's younger brother, Andrew.
That following morning, Angie and I worked as volunteers for the Lincoln Marathon. We were stationed as course monitors at 10th & G and 10th & A streets, respectively. It was a lot of fun, and encouraging, too, to see so many people out testing their physical limits in such a positive way. Afterward, before going to church, we stopped at a gas station. Angie was in the convenience shop when a cop came in searching for "a slender blonde girl of about 19 years." The gas station attendant pointed out Angie, which was pretty funny. But evidently the girl the cop was looking for was drunk.
Tuesday ended up being an excellent day. At Scheele's Sports & Rec that evening, I got a sweet deal on a Kelty Teton 4 tent. I plan on breaking it in on our tubing trip this summer, which will take place the weekend of my birthday. Last year I had to use Brad's brother's janky-ass little tent, in which I couldn't even completely extend my legs, let alone use an inflatable matress. By comparison, the new tent will be a luxury suite. I'm totally stoked to set it up. I may even do so in my basement sometime this week. Or in the back yard.
Anyway, that evening Theo and I went out for wings and drinks. That was a lot of fun. We ended up bouncing around from one bar to another and stayed out way later than we had intended. And, of course, we consumed a fair amount of beer. I even had a Guinness, which was ever so good. It remains, to this day, my most favoured of all beers.
OK, I'm tired now. Going to bed.
. . .
And I'm back. It's now 1:00p and I'm home on my lunch break. I'm not in nearly as crappy of a mood as I was last night, although I'm still feeling a little worn out. That's mostly because I got up at 5:00a to go to the gym. I would've liked to have slept in, but I've spent enough time being lazy. Time to get back on the wagon. I put a solid 65 minutes on the treadmill this morning at a brisk walk. I ended up burning 1,030 calories and averaged around 14 minutes per mile. That's pretty good for me, considering that the incline is maxed out at level 15.
But I digress. I was telling you about my past week. On Thursday evening, Angie and I went for a walk in the park, which was excellent as always. After that, we watched Varsity Blues at my house. I hadn't watched it in ages, back in the SCC days when I'd insist on having it playing in the background when Rae Lynne and Chris hosted parties at their house. I still had pretty much all the lines memorized, though, which annoyed Angie to some extent. Then again, that's pretty much the case whenever we watch one of my movies. :)
On Saturday, we had lunch at Lazlo's with Angie's folks, as well as Joel, Amy, and Aubrie. We all had a really good time, especially while watching Aubrie eat her ice cream. Miraculously, she only got a little bit of it on her grandma as she held her. That evening, we went to Crete and had dinner with my folks, sister, and brothers as sort of a pre-graduation celebration with some of Tom's fraternity brothers. I managed to eat relatively healthy food through both of those meals, so I was pretty proud of myself.
The following day was Tom's graduation from Doane. He earned his degree in four years, which takes a lot of hard work these days. I'm really proud of him. Kudos to Tom! Afterward we celebrated at my aunt Nancy's house, and I gorged myself on way too much good food. Such is life. It was a lot of fun to see everybody, though. I got to see my grandma and grandpa for the first time since they returned from Arizona, which was wonderful, and I enjoyed introducing Angie to them and my aunt Solveig.
That more or less ends my recap of the past several days. Oh, wait, I almost forgot. Yesterday morning, I administered quite possibly the best shave in the history of shaving to myself. I didn't have to go to work until noon, so I took my time and really scrubbed the shaving gel into my face. Then, after letting the ol' beard softners do their thing for a few minutes, I went to work. I didn't cut myself, not even once, and damn but I looked smooth after finishing up. Smoove, even.
Crippity-crap, time to go back to the office. I'll finish this up and upload some pictures when I get back.
. . .
Back again. It's late (and about 24 hours since I started writing this post). I'm going to try to wrap this up quick so that I can get to bed.
But first, a few things that are on my mind:
1. I don't like the movie "Dead Poets Society."
2. The secrets to being a decent golfer elude me.
3. American Idol is in a sad state of affairs when a guy who looks like he's 45 is poised to win the whole thing. Then again, that whole show is one sad affair to begin with.
4. Staying on top of laundry is an exercise in futility.
5. I want to engage in fisticuffs with whomever it is that sings that "You Had A Bad Day" song. That song is the bane of my existence.
Of course, it wouldn't be a complete post without some pictures, would it?
Here's a pic of my family and I this past weekend at Tom's graduation. I really like this one. From left to right are Mom, Dad, me, Tom, Ross, and Kirsten.
Tom, Angie, and myself. I had tried to set this up as just Tom and Angie because for some reason I thought that'd be amusing. I'm squirrely like that, I guess.
Nursery Rhymes with Aubrie. It's one of her favorite books, although she evidently hates Little Miss Muffet because she tore that page out. Sometimes when I read to Aubrie I like to embelish the stories a little bit. For instance, tonight I read her a book wherein baby Donald Duck makes a PB&J and then loses it. The story ends asking "What happened to Donald's sandwich?" I answered it myself for Aubrie with something like the following:
"Such things are to remain a mystery until the end of time, when the stars are perfectly aligned and all secrets are made know to those whose faith is true."
Call it my flair for the melodramatic, I guess.
And finally, pictures of lovely Angie. Because it simply isn't possible for this blog to look good without them.
Here are some song suggestions for you. I haven't checked for repeats, but I don't think I've mentioned these before, anyway.
"Circle Of Trust" by Accuface. A good trance track I discovered just yesterday.
"Point Of No Return" by Kansas. You can't beat classic rock.
"Lookin' For A Leader" by Neil Young. Not sure whether I actually like this one. I can't decide if it's an honest plea, or just subdued Bush bashing. The latter is very boring to me. You hate Bush. I get it.
"Laid" by Better Than Ezra. BTE's take on that old hit by James.
"Sweetness" by Jimmy Eat World. I downloaded this one by accident but found that I rather like it.
"Wrong Planet" by Los Straitjackets. A quick, urgent surf rock instrumental tune. I think people should play this song whenever I exit a room. Or whenever they think about me. Yes, I'll decree that right now. Whenever you hear this song, you must concentrate on me. So go download it. Do it! Do it now!
And finally, your haiku.
I'm going to bed.
Too tired to write haikus.
Sleeping is better.
Keep Hope Alive,
--N
posted by Nate | 7:55 PM
1 Comments:
poor Aubrie... I'd be all confused with nursery rhymes like that.. haha
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