Written on Saturday, the 23rd of July, 2005 at 2:20 pm and was filed under:
Food
Woo hoo! I’m down to 200 pounds for the first time in years.
“What diet are you on?” you might ask.
“I’m on the see food diet!” I would respond.
Seriously, I eat whatever I want and drink whatever I want. However, I don’t want pop like I used to and I don’t want to eat or drink the gigantic servings that I used to. My key is to never be hungry and to only crave healthy things like pizza and cake.
Of course, that’s probably the lowest that my weight will be today, since it has been known to fluctuate within a ten pound range over a 24 hour period. Nonetheless, hitting this target weight means that it is officially time for chapter two, in which our hero investigates a thing called “exercise.” Will the mysteries never cease?
Despite the torrential downpours, the wedding is still on and theoretically outdoors.
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Written on Saturday, the 23rd of July, 2005 at 2:53 am and was filed under:
Family
Since Lisa is terribly distracted by Marsha’s wedding, she needed someone to lay down the funk on her blog. Unfortunately I have been just as busy putting my foot in my mouth, so I have only posted once, and it was small and flavorless. I will probably post pictures after the wedding, but if you are too lazy to go over to Mama Lisa’s blog, you will find some stuff here later.
I’m gonna finish out my relaxing (and boring) Friday with Battlestar Galactica. I might fall asleep during. I can only hope.
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Written on Saturday, the 23rd of July, 2005 at 12:20 am and was filed under:
Music
When you’re made of dirt?
Okay. Seriously. How did I let the Poster Children slip out of my consciousness? It’s not like they stopped making albums.
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Written on Friday, the 22nd of July, 2005 at 7:35 pm and was filed under:
Photography
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Written on Friday, the 22nd of July, 2005 at 7:34 pm and was filed under:
Photography,
Family
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Written on Friday, the 22nd of July, 2005 at 4:24 am and was filed under:
Bikes
What happens when an old dude climbs on a bike after years of inactivity? He mines it for comedy gold! Just so Paul knows which posts to not read because they have too many words or focus too much on me trying to find a summer exercise activity that does not involve anyone else’s balls flying at my face, I created a new category, “Bikes”! I know that you are very excited, and not just because yet again I can’t sleep at night.
Oh yeah, before I do go to sleep, I should mention that Jeremy highly approved of the Bianchi Volpe. He mentioned that Specialized has some nice stuff for reasonably cheap. I have to remember to call my insurance agent tomorrow about canceling the red car. That’s $50 a month!
Why, exactly, are the web pages for all of the local bike shops awful? I mean, come on, it’s 2005!
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Written on Friday, the 22nd of July, 2005 at 1:46 am and was filed under:
Politics
I Love Karl Rove
OMG! This is the guy I was wrestling! I hope he calls! ^_^
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Written on Friday, the 22nd of July, 2005 at 1:38 am and was filed under:
Food
Tonight was much more relaxed than I had expected. All the guys hung out in a stately living room full of antiquey furniture and drank. Noah played in the basement with the other kids, and the women were out back, except for Lisa and her sisters, who had a girls’ night out but failed to get hammered. Lisa used to be the queen of drunken wrestling, but she was seemingly untouched by the healing hand of alcohol. For shame, Lisa. For shame.
Stan and I were like “whiskey is brownish,” and everyone else in the room was all “Glenfordshireloch” this and “Highland Park” that. We were lost, but I carefully laid down a layer of beer, followed by bourbon and then more beer, followed by sips of bourbon to make my mind a little fuzzy and my voice uncharacteristically loud.
Cake Woman is eternally turning up her phone when our schedules permit us to actually speak.
“Hold on, Fucker, I can’t fucking hear you fucking talk. Always with the fucking mumbling!” Yes, she talks like that, only she swears a lot.
Apparently the solution to her complaint is bourbon. I don’t know if it tastes like oil and pencil shavings or walnuts and fishbait, just that it makes me loud.
It was the sort of bachelor party where the fiance showed up at the end. I hugged everybody, I think, and then I was on the ground outside wrestling with some guy who was walking by. He seems nice, I gave him my number. Call me! ^_^
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Written on Friday, the 22nd of July, 2005 at 1:28 am and was filed under:
Diversions
McSweeney’s
The Believer
If you ever read Might Magazine I will buy you a pony.
Maybe instead I should just have intelligent magazines delivered directly to my bathroom like all my books. Today I finished “The Fifth Child” by Doris Lessing. I found out that Lisa has been going behind my back to get books from my mom. I guess I should stop putting them back on my shelf after we both read them. Dammit. My library was starting to look impressive — as though I were well read.
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Written on Friday, the 22nd of July, 2005 at 1:22 am and was filed under:
Politics,
Comics
McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: Although I Like a Good George W. Bush Joke as Much as the Next Guy, Some of Them Seem Gratuitous and Mean-Spirited.
I don’t know politics, but I know what I like!
A doctor, a lawyer, and an accountant all die and go to heaven on the same day. When they get to the Pearly Gates, they are greeted by St. Peter. St. Peter says, “Scott McClellan is a lying sack of shit and I’d tell him so myself if he weren’t going straight to hell when he dies.”
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