Amendmant (8/10/2013): Just getting this out of my draft not even going to read it. I fell asleep typing this one for sure. I remember (despite not remembering what I wrote) waking up with my hands on the keys and not seeing any text. It freaked me out and after trying to recover the text with some terrible decisions and ultimately realizing the text was still there just off screen, I decided to put the computer up and succumb to my eyelids desires.
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I know it has been a while. I have been thinking about you all very much. However, I was just sitting here and I feel like I have laughed at my self a lot recently. I was trying to remember the last time, it was only a few days ago; but it took a second before I could even remember. Want to hear about it? Of course you Jdo!
Hehe, oh me. It is not even really that funny so do not go getting your hopes up. I could probably make you laugh harder by trying to tell a serious story.
Alright, so I decided it was time to clean the house some. I have lived here 6 months or maybe longer, exact time of when I moved in is disputed (although I do not admit it, non-confrontational and all). Yes my memory for the mundane is that bad. The only cleaner I have accumulated in that time is toilet bowl cleaner, tile and tub cleaner, and floor cleaner. Clearly I needed bleach (and also Drano, but how would you know that?)! So of course I went to Wal-mart, because in Vegas there are only about 50. It is really disappointing, I have to decide which direction I want to travel when I am to make a trip to the closest Wal-mart.
I ended up hanging out in the truck, at Wal-mart for an hour or so. You know listening to music and creeping people out after they go in, walk the entire store, buying everything on their little lists, and then come back out only to see that I am still there sitting, eying them as they walk past.. I kid, my eyes avert themselves from any contact with other humans, especially unknown strangers. Eventually I was bored and tired and dreading even going in, that is when I knew: I was ready. I walked straight to the cleaners, as straight as one can walk in a Wal-mart they have only been to a handful of other times and then those times were only to shop for toys. I got the bleach, I hesitated on the Drano (did I need the big size, it was like $7; that smaller cheaper bottle looked like it might be the better option), got the biggest Drano, and quickly decided to buy some Kaboom spray crap (yeah okay, glad I bought that). Then I needed something to drink, but not soda, I drink enough of that garbage. Water gets old though, so Gatorade it is. Saw a white 8 pack and there were two of them, it was providence. Grabbed them both. Maybe something to eat too? I decided against it, it was just too difficult and time was running out. I had to leave immediately; I have no problem spending an hour in the parking lot but I will be damned if I spend 15 minutes inside that hell spawner (I don't know what the even means either, probably a gaming reference). I went to the express lane to check out, because I did not have much; to recap: the biggest bottle of drano, a decent sized bottle of bleach not like the last time I got bleach apparently they sold me watered down bleach then so it was bigger (at least that is what this bottle said), a normal sized spray bottle of Kaboom, two 8-packs of 12 oz. (I think) gatorades, and a last minute purchase decision on one of these big 24 packs of water. There was only one person in line in-front of me; however, to this point I have failed to mention that I did not have a shopping cart. Yeah apparently when I was on my way in, I would not be buying that much and would not need a cart. So I kept thinking as I stood in line, I need to go get a cart; I mean: I can carry a lot of stuff, but I was at the edge of my limit before getting 24 waters, that is why I decided -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(Edit: 12/01/2014 ) Oh wow, just reread this for the first time since the night I wrote it. I'm afraid I do not even remember the exact phrase that was said that I thought was so funny. After getting all these items placed on the checkout lane, I felt the need to run and get a shopping cart, but I was reluctant to do so, because I wanted to let the cashier know I would be right back, but obviously she was helping the customer in front of me and did not give me a glance or anything. As I waited there arguing with myself about whether to just go and get it or wait and declare my intentions to the cashier, she finally finished with her other customer and turned her attention to me. She just sort of looked down at my items and looked at me and said something like, "Oh my, you definitely need a shopping cart." This for some reason caught me completely off-guard and I just laughed out loud at the idea that she would just blurt that out to me, finally I said, "Yeah, I was thinking of getting one." In actuality, I am making that sound better than what I really said in the moment, but I cannot remember how I responded, but I do remember thinking it was stupid and then I ran off to get a cart. Then for like the next 8 hours, I just kept laughing at myself and how I reacted throughout the entire experience. She had to think I was a loon, just bursting into laughter at the mention of needing a cart. Then responding as I did, so stupidly. Why had I not just gone to get a cart yet (I still don't quite understand)? I laugh at myself for that and I shake my head at all the other awkward things I do.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
I am tired
Mentally I am exhausted. It should not be this way; I have no justification. I get plenty of sleep and it is not like I am constantly busy everyday, just weekends. Something is not right; I absolutely hate this type of post, the ones where I start off by complaining. I am sure they make me seem like a pathetic whiner that is full of negativity. There is, however, just something about it that allows me to start the process, to get into the action of typing as I think. Perhaps it is the honesty; if I were to always just put out posts when I finally had something substantial, void of an explanation of the difficulty to get to that point, it would feel like a lie. Many nights I fall asleep with a compose post browser blank on my computer screen and this inner urging to create something beautiful; however, after several hours and nothing to show for it I usually cannot keep myself awake anymore. Additionally throughout the day, I entertain many thoughts on what I ought to share; some ideas are frequently recurring, still others linger a few days and are then all but forgotten in the back corners of my mind. A thought occurred to me recently that perhaps, the target audience that I am addressing is too large and that narrowing it down might help improve things from my perspective. As it is, I feel like I am writing to strangers and people that I do not know, that may or may not be true, outside of a few loyal friends it seems most of my hits come from computers or bots of some kind. I do not know where I am going with this from here, but I keep having this desire to talk about something else.
I watched P.S. I Love You again today; it is in my list of favorite movies. I would recommend it to anyone that has not seen it; I will even watch it with you. I swear, I do not mind; I have only seen it approximately 50 times so far.
Amendment (8/10/2013): I am clearing this from my draft history. It is an incomplete post and I have lost the thought, I fell asleep during my attempt to get it out. Is this worth posting? I am not sure. It could easily be deleted. I do know that people expect to hear me whine from time to time; just fulfilling that quota.
I watched P.S. I Love You again today; it is in my list of favorite movies. I would recommend it to anyone that has not seen it; I will even watch it with you. I swear, I do not mind; I have only seen it approximately 50 times so far.
Amendment (8/10/2013): I am clearing this from my draft history. It is an incomplete post and I have lost the thought, I fell asleep during my attempt to get it out. Is this worth posting? I am not sure. It could easily be deleted. I do know that people expect to hear me whine from time to time; just fulfilling that quota.
Smörgåsbord
Thank you Wikipedia for the spelling of this post's title. I try to be a one topic per post kind of guy, but I am going into this one accepting the fact that it is going to shift from one idea to the next and hopefully I will include a couple things on my mind that I want to share. I often have this urge to share things, but I am weary of posting every thought to facebook and in some instances, I realize the person that the thought is about could actually see it on facebook despite not even being friends.
I have three deliveries today, being that it is a Saturday that is not really a good thing. I am in charge of everything though, I take the calls, get the e-mails, make the deliveries, I am the one person all customers must go through. Therefore, if it is slow, it is easy to blame myself; well I could hope it is the economy, of course, that is always there to be used as a crutch if one must make excuses. Last week was decent, but it was mostly a strong weekday and a mediocre weekend and the weeks before that have been fairly weak. However, we recently moved a guy, that has done a little bit of work for us in the past, into the house I am staying in and he is sending customers e-mails and giving them calls to "pay" for his board. We have already scheduled three repeat customers from his efforts, but we rewarded them with fairly decent loyalty discounts, larger than if they had called back on their own. They may have called back anyway, you never really know. I am hoping that this will give things a little bit of a kick. Sales are down 9% from last year, hopefully I we can get that back up again, there is still a little bit of year left!
Back to this new roommate: he whines about everything. Not to be rude, but I am a fairly empathetic person and I just do not feel everything he has to complain about is justified. Our major problem was that we had no A/C. It is of little concern to me, because I spend most of my time at my brother's home because I am close to the jumpers and close to the computer with all the client information on it. I tend to leave early before the sun gets too high (on MWF I am up before the sun to go play basketball, unless I sleep in) and I do not return until the sun has set. Yes it is still warm to sleep in a home with no A/C, but it is easily survivable. My roommate was constantly complaining though about how it was too hot and he refused to turn his computer on between like noon and nine at night. He was afraid it would overheat. That problem is now fixed though, I bought him a small one room window unit. I did it hoping he would do more work, I think he is, but I do not really know that. There are no checks and balances. The thought process is, that if he does get us more work, then I do more work that I actually get paid for and therefore indirectly get paid back. Plus my roommate was complaining about not being able to take on other jobs since he cannot work all-day. Therefore I thought, he could take on more jobs and have more money and I would have to help him buy things less often. You see, I may be too much of a nice guy and I tend to buy things for people. Things like fast food, soda, alcohol, cigarettes, and necessities (deodorant comes to mind); especially when that person cannot afford these things. Ergo, if he can be comfortable turning his computer on longer and getting more jobs, he will have more money and I will not be tempted to offer him handouts. With all this in mind, I thought for sure it would be win-win. I did not take into consideration the emotional consequences. It made me think about how I do not spend money on myself like that, let's be honest I waste money on myself like crazy easily $15-30 on fast food a day (I do not go to the grocery store often at all). I got cable internet for my roommate before he moved in, but even that was sort of for me until my computer crashed right after he moved in. So on top of this A/C unit that I just bought him, I am paying for his internet. It got me a little bummed out. On top of that, he used to spend his time in the downstairs dining room area, but the floor plan of the house is fairly open so it is almost like being in the same room when you come through the front door. Instead, now he keeps his door closed, to keep it cool (duh!); besides today, I knocked to ask if he wanted to help me on a delivery (he could not help), I have seen him one other time since I got him the A/C four days ago! The other time was when he happened to come out of his room at 5 am and I was on my way out the door to play basketball. I was actually kind of pissed when I saw him then, because I have no time in the morning between when I wake up and when I have to be at basketball. Mostly because I do not want to wake up at 4 am. Just to wrap up my thoughts on my roommate: he complains about not dumpster diving enough (how he gets food), he complains about eating too much (reason he is not dumpster diving), he complains about not getting enough exercise (well he is not walking to the dumpsters), when he gets money he then spends it on food or beer (well and sometimes gambling). He also has bad B.O. My brother does not want him helping on deliveries for several reasons, that being one. For every reason my brother has, this guy has an excuse or reason. Despite all my complaining about his complaining, he seems to be a decent guy albeit a little peculiar.
Since we are talking about my co-workers (sort of) then we might as well bring up my brother's 14 year old nephew. He constantly annoys, angers, and baffles me (I am sure there are some emotions I am missing too; however, none are positive). I joke a lot and I am sarcastic a lot. It helps me tell him I hate him and I would like to kill him, without him taking me too seriously. Even as I sit here typing that, I know it is a bit extreme and it is not realistic for me to even suggest. However, I do not know how to describe the way he makes me feel after a long day of dealing with all his little nuances and quirks. I am certain he does some things just to irritate me, but other things I wonder if he even has any thought before the action. I started typing up a lot of the little things he does or has done in a list on my old computer before it crashed (I was going to give it to my brother), unfortunately, I do not remember that list. It is not hard to make up a new list though. I will keep in short. This first one is partially just a communication problem on my part: even when he knows we have to do something he will sit on the computer all day. He will watch me walk out the door and will not join me unless I actually say, "hey, let's go." I do not want your "help" if you do not want to work. Last week he did the same thing, he came home from church while I was doing work outside, he was helping in the evening on pickups. He did not come out to help me, instead the big Boss lady told me about 30 minutes before I left after I had started feeling like I wanted to leave his butt at the house and find someone else to help me with the pickups to tell her and him when it was time to go on the pickups. Next little quirk is he must keep his hands occupied, it does not bother him not to work, but he cannot allow himself to actually sit and think quietly. This often results with him playing with things he ought to just leave alone; because one he could inadvertently lose these things or two he has a tendency to damage what he is playing with in an attempt to entertain himself. I cannot fathom what it is like to be so destructive; that is a trait I lack and despise in others. When I do, unintentionally, destroy an item, I feel remorse for my actions immediately (because you can always blame your lack or abundance of effort; sometimes I break things because I do not realize they cannot take the force I apply). He is disgusting: from throwing food in the fish bowl, farting constantly, not showering, not changing his socks for weeks, his hygiene habits are almost as bad as my roommate's!
For lack of time, I will cut this short. Did not quite talk about everything that was on my mind. Got into a little more than I was thinking about when I sat down and I got both pickups calling me telling me they are finished, already took care of one by myself. Now I need help with the other and I have no idea if the 14 year old is on his way home or if I should be going to pick him up. He went to the water park, mostly because of the 26 year old daughter of his aunt's friend was going with my brother's wife and kids (he has a major crush on her; of course he has a crush on anyone that is remotely attractive and old enough to have breasts).
Update from phone (fixed on my brother's computer; blogger is terrible on my phone when I already have a long post typed out, I cannot just go to the end of it and add it in, I clicked on the screen and it put it somewhere in the middle, I could not even see where when I was typing and I was typing blind too): the 14 year old threw a shoe or something at the truck tonight; that set me off, that behavior is unacceptable, and he was forced to run away. I was livid and was going to hurt him if I got a hold of him. My roommate on the other hand, was arriving home right after I got there. So we had the chance to speak for a while. He gave me $25 for utilities and suggested he was going to pay me back for the A/C. Very nice!
I have three deliveries today, being that it is a Saturday that is not really a good thing. I am in charge of everything though, I take the calls, get the e-mails, make the deliveries, I am the one person all customers must go through. Therefore, if it is slow, it is easy to blame myself; well I could hope it is the economy, of course, that is always there to be used as a crutch if one must make excuses. Last week was decent, but it was mostly a strong weekday and a mediocre weekend and the weeks before that have been fairly weak. However, we recently moved a guy, that has done a little bit of work for us in the past, into the house I am staying in and he is sending customers e-mails and giving them calls to "pay" for his board. We have already scheduled three repeat customers from his efforts, but we rewarded them with fairly decent loyalty discounts, larger than if they had called back on their own. They may have called back anyway, you never really know. I am hoping that this will give things a little bit of a kick. Sales are down 9% from last year, hopefully I we can get that back up again, there is still a little bit of year left!
Back to this new roommate: he whines about everything. Not to be rude, but I am a fairly empathetic person and I just do not feel everything he has to complain about is justified. Our major problem was that we had no A/C. It is of little concern to me, because I spend most of my time at my brother's home because I am close to the jumpers and close to the computer with all the client information on it. I tend to leave early before the sun gets too high (on MWF I am up before the sun to go play basketball, unless I sleep in) and I do not return until the sun has set. Yes it is still warm to sleep in a home with no A/C, but it is easily survivable. My roommate was constantly complaining though about how it was too hot and he refused to turn his computer on between like noon and nine at night. He was afraid it would overheat. That problem is now fixed though, I bought him a small one room window unit. I did it hoping he would do more work, I think he is, but I do not really know that. There are no checks and balances. The thought process is, that if he does get us more work, then I do more work that I actually get paid for and therefore indirectly get paid back. Plus my roommate was complaining about not being able to take on other jobs since he cannot work all-day. Therefore I thought, he could take on more jobs and have more money and I would have to help him buy things less often. You see, I may be too much of a nice guy and I tend to buy things for people. Things like fast food, soda, alcohol, cigarettes, and necessities (deodorant comes to mind); especially when that person cannot afford these things. Ergo, if he can be comfortable turning his computer on longer and getting more jobs, he will have more money and I will not be tempted to offer him handouts. With all this in mind, I thought for sure it would be win-win. I did not take into consideration the emotional consequences. It made me think about how I do not spend money on myself like that, let's be honest I waste money on myself like crazy easily $15-30 on fast food a day (I do not go to the grocery store often at all). I got cable internet for my roommate before he moved in, but even that was sort of for me until my computer crashed right after he moved in. So on top of this A/C unit that I just bought him, I am paying for his internet. It got me a little bummed out. On top of that, he used to spend his time in the downstairs dining room area, but the floor plan of the house is fairly open so it is almost like being in the same room when you come through the front door. Instead, now he keeps his door closed, to keep it cool (duh!); besides today, I knocked to ask if he wanted to help me on a delivery (he could not help), I have seen him one other time since I got him the A/C four days ago! The other time was when he happened to come out of his room at 5 am and I was on my way out the door to play basketball. I was actually kind of pissed when I saw him then, because I have no time in the morning between when I wake up and when I have to be at basketball. Mostly because I do not want to wake up at 4 am. Just to wrap up my thoughts on my roommate: he complains about not dumpster diving enough (how he gets food), he complains about eating too much (reason he is not dumpster diving), he complains about not getting enough exercise (well he is not walking to the dumpsters), when he gets money he then spends it on food or beer (well and sometimes gambling). He also has bad B.O. My brother does not want him helping on deliveries for several reasons, that being one. For every reason my brother has, this guy has an excuse or reason. Despite all my complaining about his complaining, he seems to be a decent guy albeit a little peculiar.
Since we are talking about my co-workers (sort of) then we might as well bring up my brother's 14 year old nephew. He constantly annoys, angers, and baffles me (I am sure there are some emotions I am missing too; however, none are positive). I joke a lot and I am sarcastic a lot. It helps me tell him I hate him and I would like to kill him, without him taking me too seriously. Even as I sit here typing that, I know it is a bit extreme and it is not realistic for me to even suggest. However, I do not know how to describe the way he makes me feel after a long day of dealing with all his little nuances and quirks. I am certain he does some things just to irritate me, but other things I wonder if he even has any thought before the action. I started typing up a lot of the little things he does or has done in a list on my old computer before it crashed (I was going to give it to my brother), unfortunately, I do not remember that list. It is not hard to make up a new list though. I will keep in short. This first one is partially just a communication problem on my part: even when he knows we have to do something he will sit on the computer all day. He will watch me walk out the door and will not join me unless I actually say, "hey, let's go." I do not want your "help" if you do not want to work. Last week he did the same thing, he came home from church while I was doing work outside, he was helping in the evening on pickups. He did not come out to help me, instead the big Boss lady told me about 30 minutes before I left after I had started feeling like I wanted to leave his butt at the house and find someone else to help me with the pickups to tell her and him when it was time to go on the pickups. Next little quirk is he must keep his hands occupied, it does not bother him not to work, but he cannot allow himself to actually sit and think quietly. This often results with him playing with things he ought to just leave alone; because one he could inadvertently lose these things or two he has a tendency to damage what he is playing with in an attempt to entertain himself. I cannot fathom what it is like to be so destructive; that is a trait I lack and despise in others. When I do, unintentionally, destroy an item, I feel remorse for my actions immediately (because you can always blame your lack or abundance of effort; sometimes I break things because I do not realize they cannot take the force I apply). He is disgusting: from throwing food in the fish bowl, farting constantly, not showering, not changing his socks for weeks, his hygiene habits are almost as bad as my roommate's!
For lack of time, I will cut this short. Did not quite talk about everything that was on my mind. Got into a little more than I was thinking about when I sat down and I got both pickups calling me telling me they are finished, already took care of one by myself. Now I need help with the other and I have no idea if the 14 year old is on his way home or if I should be going to pick him up. He went to the water park, mostly because of the 26 year old daughter of his aunt's friend was going with my brother's wife and kids (he has a major crush on her; of course he has a crush on anyone that is remotely attractive and old enough to have breasts).
Update from phone (fixed on my brother's computer; blogger is terrible on my phone when I already have a long post typed out, I cannot just go to the end of it and add it in, I clicked on the screen and it put it somewhere in the middle, I could not even see where when I was typing and I was typing blind too): the 14 year old threw a shoe or something at the truck tonight; that set me off, that behavior is unacceptable, and he was forced to run away. I was livid and was going to hurt him if I got a hold of him. My roommate on the other hand, was arriving home right after I got there. So we had the chance to speak for a while. He gave me $25 for utilities and suggested he was going to pay me back for the A/C. Very nice!
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Lost a good one
Yeah, my laptop crashed. So here I am trying gto type on a phone. It is not like I cannot just use my brother's computer. I can, I used it to check ESPN earlier and then I had to play moshi monsters "for" my niece. I am not even sure why I am doing this, I do not update regularly. Noone is expecting me to. blah blah blah meaningless rambling <!- legitimate thoughts on interesting conversations ->
That pretty much sums all it up right there. The only thing left is for me to do is fall asleep. Good night, talk to you again very soon.
That pretty much sums all it up right there. The only thing left is for me to do is fall asleep. Good night, talk to you again very soon.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Bleurgh
It has been a while I know. I was contemplating writing something the other day, after I found out (facebook) my brother's dog died. Easily one of my top favorite dogs of all time. He liked getting his ears rubbed and he would also sit on my feet and I would rub his neck with my toes. He also liked to sit beside me while I watched TV. It is really difficult to believe he is actually gone. I haven't seen him in so long; my brother lives in Iowa. Last time I visited, it did not even occur to me that he might not be around the next time I came to visit. However, he was getting pretty old; even if I still imagine him as a puppy sometimes. Obviously, for those avid readers that check my blog for new posts daily (there are thousands of you, I know) I did not write anything. Instead I stayed up all night listening to music on youtube. That is not an exaggeration I turned my alarm off about 3 seconds after it went off and after the song I was listening to finished, I got out of bed and started my day. I was tired. I am still somewhat tired. I took a 5 hour energy today and that is pretty stupid, because I know those things are questionable about making me less tired immediately, but they do keep me up at night. I am not even kidding; if I want to stay up late, I can take one at 8 am and I won't be able to go to sleep until 3 am that night. Like right now, I am not tired, but my alarm will be going off in about 5 hours.
Well anyhow. One day soon, I'll write again. I need to get some sleep, wish me luck.
Well anyhow. One day soon, I'll write again. I need to get some sleep, wish me luck.
Friday, February 1, 2013
It's a New Day (Eleventh)
In my post from yesterday, Conquering a Cottage Cheese Bagel, I shared that I had started working out ten days ago. I thought today was as good a day as any to talk about how I am feeling, probably should have done this more often; but maybe I will more in the future.
Right now I am making breakfast just got back from about 45 minute workout followed by roughly an hour playing basketball (by the end of the hour I was only playing every other play)! I played terrible; could not find my shot. I also got a blister on my ankle, these low cut socks are too low for my new work out shoes. I will either have to bring taller socks or bring my other pair of shoes to play ball in. I grabbed a bagel for breakfast this morning, that means I am doing the cottage cheese thing again today, I have not even double checked the nutrition guide yet! As far as my method goes: I am not really counting my calories, I will get into that later; right now if I just start eating better, not stopping at McDonald's for an Egg McMuffin and two breakfast burritos, it will be a massive improvement. Anyway on the menu: One whole grain bagel, one egg (no salt or pepper -- I don't own any haha), lowfat pineapple cottage cheese, small cup of orange juice, and small cup of milk. Cutting the bread out of the inside of one half the bagel to fill it with the cottage cheese. Probably could make a better/healthier breakfast, but like I said yesterday I just went to the store two mornings after reading the nutrition guide and I never made any plan (also on a tight budget).
My legs are weak; I feel like curling up in a ball and getting a few more hours of sleep. It is getting harder to wake up at 4:30-5:00 am; of course, last night I was staying up too late playing this moshi monster's game to level my nieces monster pets and get them extra spending points (Rox). They spend way too many rox for my liking, but yet I keep earning them more. My throat has a little discomfort from running up and down the basketball court, leaving me with the feeling of being winded. My arms are sore, but if my legs felt like my arms I would be a very happy person. Before I ate breakfast my stomach was feeling queasy, almost like I was going to lose all the water I drank this morning. As much as this all sounds like whining, I feel better. After the first week, I never really felt a lot of soreness. I think that has a lot to do with the amount of work I am able to put in, it is increasing. My form is improving. Even after the first day, I did not feel sore and I went as hard as I could: I did not really understand the work out then and I was trying to keep up with the pace without taking a break. Now that I have seen a few more videos, I know when you get tired and your form gets sloppy take a break and get back into it. On the first day I was throwing up stomach acid, I know it is disgusting. At this point, it is starting to become more effective, I am doing more and not feeling anywhere near as bad.
Well I actually finished breakfast a while ago, the cottage cheese was easier on me this morning. I opened my mouth wide and chomped the bagel with my tongue retracted. At one point I chewed it normally and it did get me a little bit, but as with everything else. I am definitely seeing some progress.
Tomorrow is on me. Nobody to workout with at 5am. Will I dig deep and get up on my own? Maybe I will just do it after I wake up at a normal time. Thanks for listening, I have got to go now. Take care, until next time.
Right now I am making breakfast just got back from about 45 minute workout followed by roughly an hour playing basketball (by the end of the hour I was only playing every other play)! I played terrible; could not find my shot. I also got a blister on my ankle, these low cut socks are too low for my new work out shoes. I will either have to bring taller socks or bring my other pair of shoes to play ball in. I grabbed a bagel for breakfast this morning, that means I am doing the cottage cheese thing again today, I have not even double checked the nutrition guide yet! As far as my method goes: I am not really counting my calories, I will get into that later; right now if I just start eating better, not stopping at McDonald's for an Egg McMuffin and two breakfast burritos, it will be a massive improvement. Anyway on the menu: One whole grain bagel, one egg (no salt or pepper -- I don't own any haha), lowfat pineapple cottage cheese, small cup of orange juice, and small cup of milk. Cutting the bread out of the inside of one half the bagel to fill it with the cottage cheese. Probably could make a better/healthier breakfast, but like I said yesterday I just went to the store two mornings after reading the nutrition guide and I never made any plan (also on a tight budget).
My legs are weak; I feel like curling up in a ball and getting a few more hours of sleep. It is getting harder to wake up at 4:30-5:00 am; of course, last night I was staying up too late playing this moshi monster's game to level my nieces monster pets and get them extra spending points (Rox). They spend way too many rox for my liking, but yet I keep earning them more. My throat has a little discomfort from running up and down the basketball court, leaving me with the feeling of being winded. My arms are sore, but if my legs felt like my arms I would be a very happy person. Before I ate breakfast my stomach was feeling queasy, almost like I was going to lose all the water I drank this morning. As much as this all sounds like whining, I feel better. After the first week, I never really felt a lot of soreness. I think that has a lot to do with the amount of work I am able to put in, it is increasing. My form is improving. Even after the first day, I did not feel sore and I went as hard as I could: I did not really understand the work out then and I was trying to keep up with the pace without taking a break. Now that I have seen a few more videos, I know when you get tired and your form gets sloppy take a break and get back into it. On the first day I was throwing up stomach acid, I know it is disgusting. At this point, it is starting to become more effective, I am doing more and not feeling anywhere near as bad.
Well I actually finished breakfast a while ago, the cottage cheese was easier on me this morning. I opened my mouth wide and chomped the bagel with my tongue retracted. At one point I chewed it normally and it did get me a little bit, but as with everything else. I am definitely seeing some progress.
Tomorrow is on me. Nobody to workout with at 5am. Will I dig deep and get up on my own? Maybe I will just do it after I wake up at a normal time. Thanks for listening, I have got to go now. Take care, until next time.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Conquering a Cottage Cheese Bagel
I started working out 10 days ago, every weekday at 5 am. There are 2-5 of us that do the Insanity workout. They did it long before I got invited, but I guess one could say I bought into it after the first week. Literally, I found an unopened copy on craigslist for half the price they sell it for at Beachbody.com, plus no shipping cost, and went halvsies on it. This allowed me to do a workout on my own Saturday and the program dedicates Sunday as a day to rest; however, I had a pretty physically intense day at work on Sunday. It rained on Saturday, basically getting all five jumpers that were delivered that day wet or damp. They cannot be stored wet or they will become moldy, mildewy and smelly. I also had to deliver two combo jumpers, these are big jumpers that have other activities besides jumping, like slides, stairs, obstacles, and basketball hoops. I set up all five wet jumpers in the yard and took them all down later and rolled each one up. Plus I delivered and picked up both combo units and this was all done alone, without anyone's help.
All this, combined with the fact that my brother was in Vegas on a work sponsored convention trip, led to me not getting up at 5 am Monday morning. Nevertheless, I did a solo work out in the late afternoon and called it even. Although yesterday, I have no excuse, I was too lazy to get out of bed at 5 am; my feet were hurting and they still do some, but like I said that is no excuse. I do not feel too bad about it though since that is basically the first time I took a day to rest since I started.
Something about actually trying to get in shape makes conscious the knowledge that McDonald's and Jack In The Box just do not cut it for every meal or at least every other. Actually I have basically cut out fast food burgers in the last 10 days. I have been to Subway a few times, Del Taco once, Panda Express (Chinese) once, and had two sausage biscuits from Burger King one morning. Only four restaurants in ten days is Insanity for me. In some days past, I have eaten three meals a day at restaurants.
I attribute this meal consciousness to the workout. The Insanity DVDs came with a nutrition guide. It is not a diet plan so much as a healthy suggestion of what to eat to give a body the fuel it needs for those workouts. I read through it, most of the way. Just taking mental notes, not really getting a plan together. A few days ago I decided I better go to the store. I got only a few things (on a budget here) that I thought I remembered from my reading: bagels, eggs, orange juice, skim milk, english muffins, and pineapple cottage cheese. To be honest, I am not sure why I got the cottage cheese. I have never liked cottage cheese of any kind. It is not a flavor thing, I cannot even get to the point of experiencing flavor. Just looking at it makes me want to gag. Actually having it in my mouth pushes me to my limits and I must concentrate on not gagging in order to prevent it from happening.
Like I said, it has been a few days since I went to the store. I had not yet gotten up enough courage to try the cottage cheese. I have never had pineapple cottage cheese and there is always the idea in the back of your mind: what if I suddenly like cottage cheese now, what if I have been avoiding it for so long now and I really did not need to. This morning I opened it up and one look at my former nemesis and those hopeful ideas quickly dissipated. I stirred the slop with the knife I was going to use to spread it. It did not help. I started cutting pieces from the inside of the bagel to be filled with this cottage cheese that I was going to eat. The transfer from the knife to the bagel pieces that were consumed actually tasted good. I took that opportunity to try to convince myself, "See, you do like cottage cheese!" I thought. As I started "spreading" the cottage cheese into the bagel, my expression soured and I could hear myself saying, "Ewww, please don't eat that." I was very reassuring, "It will be quick and after all it is GOOD." I was very skeptical, but reluctantly I proceeded. As the first bite entered my mouth and came to rest on my tongue, I could hear someone in the back of my mind screaming with their best Will Ferrell impression, "He actually did it!"
Even now as I recall the horror, my eyes are welling up. Somehow I managed to chew and swallow. Remembering that this was supposed to be quick, I forced two more bites down in the same manner as the first. After which I briefly analyzed the situation; I was not going to make it, there was still half a slice of bagel left. Quickly allowing for my conflict resolution to take over, I folded the remaining bagel slice into half. Being that now only a fourth of a bagel remained, I felt my confidence coming back. I put the whole thing in my mouth and tried as best I could to chew only the bagel leaving the cottage cheese filling mostly undisturbed. It worked, I was able to put the rest down. As I stood there, head down; arms on either side of the sink; a small bead of sweat running down my forehead; and my stomach not quite okay with what was on it's way, I began to wonder, "is this what it means to eat healthier, to torture yourself with things you can hardly swallow? Does it become easier, will I look back one day and remember how hard it used to be?"
I really do not know those answers. As I put away the cottage cheese container, glancing at the contents within one last time, I questioned my purchasing decision; I also wondered if I would finish it before it goes bad. There was something else though, as I walked away from the kitchen filled with disbelief at what I had just put myself through, I felt strange. Strange in a way that, a double cheeseburger or three could never make one feel, I felt victorious. Be it a small victory, it was a victory nonetheless and here I am thinking about doing it again, maybe not tomorrow, but again someday (before this one goes bad anyway). That is of course after I double check the nutrition guide to make sure it does in fact have cottage cheese in some of the recipes and I did not misremember when I was at the store. After all cream cheese gets along a lot better with both bagels and me.
All this, combined with the fact that my brother was in Vegas on a work sponsored convention trip, led to me not getting up at 5 am Monday morning. Nevertheless, I did a solo work out in the late afternoon and called it even. Although yesterday, I have no excuse, I was too lazy to get out of bed at 5 am; my feet were hurting and they still do some, but like I said that is no excuse. I do not feel too bad about it though since that is basically the first time I took a day to rest since I started.
Something about actually trying to get in shape makes conscious the knowledge that McDonald's and Jack In The Box just do not cut it for every meal or at least every other. Actually I have basically cut out fast food burgers in the last 10 days. I have been to Subway a few times, Del Taco once, Panda Express (Chinese) once, and had two sausage biscuits from Burger King one morning. Only four restaurants in ten days is Insanity for me. In some days past, I have eaten three meals a day at restaurants.
I attribute this meal consciousness to the workout. The Insanity DVDs came with a nutrition guide. It is not a diet plan so much as a healthy suggestion of what to eat to give a body the fuel it needs for those workouts. I read through it, most of the way. Just taking mental notes, not really getting a plan together. A few days ago I decided I better go to the store. I got only a few things (on a budget here) that I thought I remembered from my reading: bagels, eggs, orange juice, skim milk, english muffins, and pineapple cottage cheese. To be honest, I am not sure why I got the cottage cheese. I have never liked cottage cheese of any kind. It is not a flavor thing, I cannot even get to the point of experiencing flavor. Just looking at it makes me want to gag. Actually having it in my mouth pushes me to my limits and I must concentrate on not gagging in order to prevent it from happening.
Like I said, it has been a few days since I went to the store. I had not yet gotten up enough courage to try the cottage cheese. I have never had pineapple cottage cheese and there is always the idea in the back of your mind: what if I suddenly like cottage cheese now, what if I have been avoiding it for so long now and I really did not need to. This morning I opened it up and one look at my former nemesis and those hopeful ideas quickly dissipated. I stirred the slop with the knife I was going to use to spread it. It did not help. I started cutting pieces from the inside of the bagel to be filled with this cottage cheese that I was going to eat. The transfer from the knife to the bagel pieces that were consumed actually tasted good. I took that opportunity to try to convince myself, "See, you do like cottage cheese!" I thought. As I started "spreading" the cottage cheese into the bagel, my expression soured and I could hear myself saying, "Ewww, please don't eat that." I was very reassuring, "It will be quick and after all it is GOOD." I was very skeptical, but reluctantly I proceeded. As the first bite entered my mouth and came to rest on my tongue, I could hear someone in the back of my mind screaming with their best Will Ferrell impression, "He actually did it!"
Even now as I recall the horror, my eyes are welling up. Somehow I managed to chew and swallow. Remembering that this was supposed to be quick, I forced two more bites down in the same manner as the first. After which I briefly analyzed the situation; I was not going to make it, there was still half a slice of bagel left. Quickly allowing for my conflict resolution to take over, I folded the remaining bagel slice into half. Being that now only a fourth of a bagel remained, I felt my confidence coming back. I put the whole thing in my mouth and tried as best I could to chew only the bagel leaving the cottage cheese filling mostly undisturbed. It worked, I was able to put the rest down. As I stood there, head down; arms on either side of the sink; a small bead of sweat running down my forehead; and my stomach not quite okay with what was on it's way, I began to wonder, "is this what it means to eat healthier, to torture yourself with things you can hardly swallow? Does it become easier, will I look back one day and remember how hard it used to be?"
I really do not know those answers. As I put away the cottage cheese container, glancing at the contents within one last time, I questioned my purchasing decision; I also wondered if I would finish it before it goes bad. There was something else though, as I walked away from the kitchen filled with disbelief at what I had just put myself through, I felt strange. Strange in a way that, a double cheeseburger or three could never make one feel, I felt victorious. Be it a small victory, it was a victory nonetheless and here I am thinking about doing it again, maybe not tomorrow, but again someday (before this one goes bad anyway). That is of course after I double check the nutrition guide to make sure it does in fact have cottage cheese in some of the recipes and I did not misremember when I was at the store. After all cream cheese gets along a lot better with both bagels and me.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Hotwheels Playroom
First off, I must confess I may have been misleading with one of my previous posts at least concerning my knowledge of Hotwheels tracks; it is not very extensive. I have always gravitated toward track building, whether it is for a car or a train. And although I feel as if I have explained this before here it is again:
For Christmas, my nephew got a Hotwheels wall track from his parents or maybe it was Santa; not sure whom I am supposed to give the credit to. I also got him a Hotwheels garage and several cars; oddly enough, I did not know what they were getting him and they did not know what I got him (I bought it at about the very last minute). I had also got him a wall track, but I did not wrap it right away and so when me and my brother talked about it, he told me my nephew was getting too many presents, when compared to what his older sisters were getting, and that I could take it back if I wanted.
Anyway, the wall track he got from his parents I assisted in putting that together. Although, I should probably say my brother assisted and I put it together. The issue my nephew had with the tracks is that he does not completely understand how to operate them, he is not quite 4 and the package states for children 4 and up. A loop that was rubber-band wound to push a car through it had to be removed from the track because he could not use it. Therefore, I was left to improvise or deviate from the set instructions. I probably would have done this anyway, but this has allowed me to imagine other ways of utilizing the same track pieces and not just sticking with what the box says to do. However, I just bought another track, mostly because it had a loop and since it was not rubber-band wound, was wondering if my nephew could use it. Unfortunately, the packaging does little to explain what happens when the track is set up. I have not put it on the wall, but I was snapping all the pieces together and this track eliminates the ability to deviate altogether. It almost snaps and slides together as one single entity. Therefore, lacking the standardization, I thought was implied in the other track that I did put together and also some of the tracks I had looked at pictures/videos of online at the Mattel shop. This only disappoints me more than I initially had been. All this attention I have dedicated to potential track deviations has led me to realize there are definite improvements that could be made that could allow children to apply their own imaginations.
Thoughts: there are a lot of 1 into 2 track pieces that use diverters or trapdoors; however, I have not seen a 2 into 1 piece. An inverted diverter or trapdoor would actually make more sense to me because the car will automatically interact with them in a 2 into 1 system as opposed to requiring a kid to push a lever or open the door to send the cars down a different path. Tracks are also confined. It is hard to explain what I mean by this, but I just feel like though the tracks connect, when you connect two sets you have two systems not one combined system. I think that could be changed, but it would require some redesigned pieces.
I should probably get to the point of this post, it is just a big idea that goes along with all the Hotwheels I have been thinking about lately. Although this is a big stretch from the track design I have been critiquing:
It is an idea to create a playhouse and track system. My thought was the playhouse would look like a car on the outside maybe even have functional wheels and be a mobile/transportable system. The inside would be covered with wall tracks, playsets, and artwork. I mentioned this idea to my brother and he did not say much about it. I am assuming he did not give the idea much thought. Not sure how he managed to do that, I cannot seem to stop thinking about this.
For Christmas, my nephew got a Hotwheels wall track from his parents or maybe it was Santa; not sure whom I am supposed to give the credit to. I also got him a Hotwheels garage and several cars; oddly enough, I did not know what they were getting him and they did not know what I got him (I bought it at about the very last minute). I had also got him a wall track, but I did not wrap it right away and so when me and my brother talked about it, he told me my nephew was getting too many presents, when compared to what his older sisters were getting, and that I could take it back if I wanted.
Anyway, the wall track he got from his parents I assisted in putting that together. Although, I should probably say my brother assisted and I put it together. The issue my nephew had with the tracks is that he does not completely understand how to operate them, he is not quite 4 and the package states for children 4 and up. A loop that was rubber-band wound to push a car through it had to be removed from the track because he could not use it. Therefore, I was left to improvise or deviate from the set instructions. I probably would have done this anyway, but this has allowed me to imagine other ways of utilizing the same track pieces and not just sticking with what the box says to do. However, I just bought another track, mostly because it had a loop and since it was not rubber-band wound, was wondering if my nephew could use it. Unfortunately, the packaging does little to explain what happens when the track is set up. I have not put it on the wall, but I was snapping all the pieces together and this track eliminates the ability to deviate altogether. It almost snaps and slides together as one single entity. Therefore, lacking the standardization, I thought was implied in the other track that I did put together and also some of the tracks I had looked at pictures/videos of online at the Mattel shop. This only disappoints me more than I initially had been. All this attention I have dedicated to potential track deviations has led me to realize there are definite improvements that could be made that could allow children to apply their own imaginations.
Thoughts: there are a lot of 1 into 2 track pieces that use diverters or trapdoors; however, I have not seen a 2 into 1 piece. An inverted diverter or trapdoor would actually make more sense to me because the car will automatically interact with them in a 2 into 1 system as opposed to requiring a kid to push a lever or open the door to send the cars down a different path. Tracks are also confined. It is hard to explain what I mean by this, but I just feel like though the tracks connect, when you connect two sets you have two systems not one combined system. I think that could be changed, but it would require some redesigned pieces.
I should probably get to the point of this post, it is just a big idea that goes along with all the Hotwheels I have been thinking about lately. Although this is a big stretch from the track design I have been critiquing:
It is an idea to create a playhouse and track system. My thought was the playhouse would look like a car on the outside maybe even have functional wheels and be a mobile/transportable system. The inside would be covered with wall tracks, playsets, and artwork. I mentioned this idea to my brother and he did not say much about it. I am assuming he did not give the idea much thought. Not sure how he managed to do that, I cannot seem to stop thinking about this.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
More toys
Just went to Goodwill with my brother and he picked up a Hotwheels electronic Powershift Garage Playset, which I get to keep until my nephews birthday. I am definitely going to have to get this puppy assembled and put on the decals. Unfortunately the only electronic part to this thing is sounds, I believe. It is outfitted with a joystick and it would be awesome if you could actually control something with that. The box also makes it look like it came with track pieces that lead away from the garage, but if it did those are gone now.
Speaking of my nephew, he has started to figure out the diverter switch and trap door on his wall track. Which is great, but he likes to line up about 10 cars and let them all go at the same time. I am more of a "let it go and do not touch it until it reaches the bottom or flips off the track" player. Therefore we get into these scuffles. Which is mostly him just yelling at me for not doing it exactly how he wants it, then I pick him up, lift him as high in the air as I can, and pretend I drop him. He then asks if we can do that again like it was the best thing ever; to which I reply, "No, can you focus on watching me play cars. Mkay thanks." Okay, that is not really true, I mostly just pick him up a few more times and then set a car on the track in the hopes that he will be too distracted to catch it He catches it every time and then he tells me to help him line more up behind that one. The funnest part is that after I have helped him line the cars up, I sometimes have to pretend to snooze with my body at the bottom of the track. Therefore I can jump after the cars crash into me and say surprised, "Hey what just happened!" The command to do execute this is "sleep".
It is rough not getting your way. It is even worse that I cannot bring my own toys to play with because they will get claimed. That is not all that has got me down though. After a little thought, I have started to realize the Hotwheels wall tracks are not as interchangeable/connectable as they first seemed. They use a common wall mount/connector piece that pretty much every piece of track will lock into, whether it slides over it like a vintage track piece or hooks in with a matching + connector. From the tracks I have seen they also all seem to be designed to be laid at the same angle. Therefore if you have two wall mounts on the wall to hold a piece of track any piece that does the same basic thing from another track will snap into it. The four basic pieces are left to right straight pieces, right to left straight pieces, left to right corners, and right to left corners. Left to right describes the direction the car travels down the track and straight or corner is the shape of the piece. A straight piece could easily be replaced by a flat piece of track while corner pieces are a little more complex. They basically drop the wall track down a level and invert the direction of the straight pieces. For example, if the track starts out left to right straight piece and runs into a left to right corner, the next logical piece would be a right to left straight piece This would basically create a sideways V on the wall with the open end facing the left. Although after having said all that one could theoretically create a track that goes left to right straight, left to right corner, right to left corner: in which case the track would look something like a 7 except the top would be more slanted and the stem would be more zig zag or wavy. I will probably have to explain that better, but it would require pictures.
My point is, the track designs are sometimes too tight. And despite quite a bit of interchangeability some corners might need to be redesigned to maintain functionality in an elongated system.
Speaking of my nephew, he has started to figure out the diverter switch and trap door on his wall track. Which is great, but he likes to line up about 10 cars and let them all go at the same time. I am more of a "let it go and do not touch it until it reaches the bottom or flips off the track" player. Therefore we get into these scuffles. Which is mostly him just yelling at me for not doing it exactly how he wants it, then I pick him up, lift him as high in the air as I can, and pretend I drop him. He then asks if we can do that again like it was the best thing ever; to which I reply, "No, can you focus on watching me play cars. Mkay thanks." Okay, that is not really true, I mostly just pick him up a few more times and then set a car on the track in the hopes that he will be too distracted to catch it He catches it every time and then he tells me to help him line more up behind that one. The funnest part is that after I have helped him line the cars up, I sometimes have to pretend to snooze with my body at the bottom of the track. Therefore I can jump after the cars crash into me and say surprised, "Hey what just happened!" The command to do execute this is "sleep".
It is rough not getting your way. It is even worse that I cannot bring my own toys to play with because they will get claimed. That is not all that has got me down though. After a little thought, I have started to realize the Hotwheels wall tracks are not as interchangeable/connectable as they first seemed. They use a common wall mount/connector piece that pretty much every piece of track will lock into, whether it slides over it like a vintage track piece or hooks in with a matching + connector. From the tracks I have seen they also all seem to be designed to be laid at the same angle. Therefore if you have two wall mounts on the wall to hold a piece of track any piece that does the same basic thing from another track will snap into it. The four basic pieces are left to right straight pieces, right to left straight pieces, left to right corners, and right to left corners. Left to right describes the direction the car travels down the track and straight or corner is the shape of the piece. A straight piece could easily be replaced by a flat piece of track while corner pieces are a little more complex. They basically drop the wall track down a level and invert the direction of the straight pieces. For example, if the track starts out left to right straight piece and runs into a left to right corner, the next logical piece would be a right to left straight piece This would basically create a sideways V on the wall with the open end facing the left. Although after having said all that one could theoretically create a track that goes left to right straight, left to right corner, right to left corner: in which case the track would look something like a 7 except the top would be more slanted and the stem would be more zig zag or wavy. I will probably have to explain that better, but it would require pictures.
My point is, the track designs are sometimes too tight. And despite quite a bit of interchangeability some corners might need to be redesigned to maintain functionality in an elongated system.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Twinked
For Christmas I received an unopened box of Hostess Twinkies. I know what you are thinking, great gift for the fat guy, and you would be right. Except obviously the reason they were a gift at all is because what is going on with Hostess; therefore no more Twinkies. To be honest, I am skeptical. I am sure Twinkies will be back, maybe someone will buy the brand or maybe Hostess will sell to itself in some way that is legal, but questionably ethical. I am not a lawyer, so I do not know how it could be done; however, I am fairly certain it could happen.
My point is, I believe Twinkies will more than likely be back. The dilemma then was, do I profit of some poor imbecile that believes the extinction of the Twinkies has increased their value? I mean really has the price of substitutes increased or especially of knock-offs? Nope. I do not think they are worth more than what you could buy them for at Wal-mart if they still have stock. Nevertheless, if there is a willing buyer out there that will pay more than they are worth, then why not take advantage of that person? My brother suggested I put them on craigslist.
After hearing his advice, I planned on doing just that. I looked over the box to check out the condition and I needed to find one pertinent bit of information: expiration date. Much to my dismay, the Twinkies are best used by December 16. Well that is a bummer. I cannot in good conscience sell a food product that has exceeded it's date of expiration.
Well there was only one thing left to do: A little stale, but still delicious. Hopefully, they are still this good when they comeback.
Update (12/1/2014: Just read this, got to say: And how long were twinkies gone for? like two months or what maybe three? Ha! People are crazy.
My point is, I believe Twinkies will more than likely be back. The dilemma then was, do I profit of some poor imbecile that believes the extinction of the Twinkies has increased their value? I mean really has the price of substitutes increased or especially of knock-offs? Nope. I do not think they are worth more than what you could buy them for at Wal-mart if they still have stock. Nevertheless, if there is a willing buyer out there that will pay more than they are worth, then why not take advantage of that person? My brother suggested I put them on craigslist.
After hearing his advice, I planned on doing just that. I looked over the box to check out the condition and I needed to find one pertinent bit of information: expiration date. Much to my dismay, the Twinkies are best used by December 16. Well that is a bummer. I cannot in good conscience sell a food product that has exceeded it's date of expiration.
Well there was only one thing left to do: A little stale, but still delicious. Hopefully, they are still this good when they comeback.
Update (12/1/2014: Just read this, got to say: And how long were twinkies gone for? like two months or what maybe three? Ha! People are crazy.
Stuffed.
My stomach may explode while I try typing this, at least that will give me a sense of urgency and maybe this won't end up as a draft (never to be completed). I had dinner at my brother's over an hour ago and I am still completely bloated. I did not think I ate that much food. It was enchiladas and rice though so it may have been the rice. I only had 3 enchiladas. Never would I have thought three would have made me so full.
Here it is though: I finished my first plate, two enchiladas with a side of rice, and I was feeling done. However, as I was sitting there, having finished my plate and feeling satisfied, my brother's wife told me there was more. To which my retort was pretty standard, a basic statement of acknowledgement; but neither affirming nor denying that I would be having more. My brother laughed as if I had responded with a strong, possibly enthusiastic affirmation.
The wheels had already been spinning, before he laughed. Would not having a second plate send an unintended message? Would it be rude or inconsiderate? Would it not just be better to just eat more, just in case?
If I wasn't so ready for bed, I could probably sit here and complain about it for another hour. I'll feel better in the morning.
Here it is though: I finished my first plate, two enchiladas with a side of rice, and I was feeling done. However, as I was sitting there, having finished my plate and feeling satisfied, my brother's wife told me there was more. To which my retort was pretty standard, a basic statement of acknowledgement; but neither affirming nor denying that I would be having more. My brother laughed as if I had responded with a strong, possibly enthusiastic affirmation.
The wheels had already been spinning, before he laughed. Would not having a second plate send an unintended message? Would it be rude or inconsiderate? Would it not just be better to just eat more, just in case?
If I wasn't so ready for bed, I could probably sit here and complain about it for another hour. I'll feel better in the morning.
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