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It's been a good week so far, and with having this Friday off, it'll be a short one too. Went to the chiro on Monday and had another good adjustment and was heaped praise upon for simply putting ice on my neck over the weekend.
Last night Marie and I took my parent's out for dinner in thanks for being able to use their house for our dinner party. Despite being met with a bevy of protests, I was actually able to pay both the check and leave the tip without having to put my mom in a headlock. We also made plans for the immediate family (me, Marie, Brad, Muffett, Savannah, my parents and hopefully my mom's parents) for brunch on Sunday for Mother's Day. That, coupled with the fact that our department is going out for lunch today and my brother is taking me to dinner on Thursday night does not bode well with my "Reduce Ass Size" plan. But, Marie and I are back on our YMCA routine, which is such a good thing. I did the "Oszarks" program today on the treadmill, which is nothing like the "Osbournes" program on the television.
Tonight I was going to head to Terry's for our final cribbage showdown (he's winning 25-24, with the first one to 26 earning a CD) but he's going to be working in Appleton. So I think I'll be going shoe shopping and get a haircut instead. I'm flexible.
I think that I'm going to make an appointment on Friday to go to the local Job Center and see what my options are. Even if my options are limited, it's better than feeling sorry for myself and doing little to nothing about it. I think I'm also going to restart donating plasma. The $$ would be put to good use.
I was reading Kevin Smith's monthly column in Arena magazine a few minutes ago and realized that he was my age (23) when he made Clerks. Along with the fact that I'm older than the athletes I watch on television is making me feel a different. I feel like I've got so much left to accomplish and so much more to do. No time like the present.
Later: I'm trying to schedule a haircut, but the woman keeps telling me that they don't make appointments, and I need to call back and check what the waiting period is. So basically I have to match up "length of waiting period" and "length until I get to leave work" without knowing length of waiting period until I call. Huh? Just cut this 80s hairdo off my head and leave me alone, okay?
It's been a good week so far, and with having this Friday off, it'll be a short one too. Went to the chiro on Monday and had another good adjustment and was heaped praise upon for simply putting ice on my neck over the weekend.
Last night Marie and I took my parent's out for dinner in thanks for being able to use their house for our dinner party. Despite being met with a bevy of protests, I was actually able to pay both the check and leave the tip without having to put my mom in a headlock. We also made plans for the immediate family (me, Marie, Brad, Muffett, Savannah, my parents and hopefully my mom's parents) for brunch on Sunday for Mother's Day. That, coupled with the fact that our department is going out for lunch today and my brother is taking me to dinner on Thursday night does not bode well with my "Reduce Ass Size" plan. But, Marie and I are back on our YMCA routine, which is such a good thing. I did the "Oszarks" program today on the treadmill, which is nothing like the "Osbournes" program on the television.
Tonight I was going to head to Terry's for our final cribbage showdown (he's winning 25-24, with the first one to 26 earning a CD) but he's going to be working in Appleton. So I think I'll be going shoe shopping and get a haircut instead. I'm flexible.
I think that I'm going to make an appointment on Friday to go to the local Job Center and see what my options are. Even if my options are limited, it's better than feeling sorry for myself and doing little to nothing about it. I think I'm also going to restart donating plasma. The $$ would be put to good use.
I was reading Kevin Smith's monthly column in Arena magazine a few minutes ago and realized that he was my age (23) when he made Clerks. Along with the fact that I'm older than the athletes I watch on television is making me feel a different. I feel like I've got so much left to accomplish and so much more to do. No time like the present.
Later: I'm trying to schedule a haircut, but the woman keeps telling me that they don't make appointments, and I need to call back and check what the waiting period is. So basically I have to match up "length of waiting period" and "length until I get to leave work" without knowing length of waiting period until I call. Huh? Just cut this 80s hairdo off my head and leave me alone, okay?
