I must be nuts.

I want to do this next year. 

I hate running. I haven't even run a 5k. Hell, I haven't run for a good two months or so and when I did it was a challenge to keep myself on the treadmill for more than the USN standard 1.5 miles. I will lift for two hours rather than run that 1.5 miles.

This should be an interesting year. 

Juh?

This is what the cable box told me after I started pushing buttons. 

I think I should go to bed. 

A warm place

I know I'm frustrated when I start looking at tattoos. 

The standard chick wisdom is that you never go to the salon after a break-up or when you're pissed-off at the world at large. The whole getting a tattoo when you're looking for direction falls into the same category of bad ideas. 

That's why I look. 

Thank Bob for the intertubes. 

I'd tweet this but...

I'm sure there are people in other time zones as much as my own that don't want their phone abuzzing at this time of night. 

We ended up having 7 skaters, so we were able to play with no major worries. I had neither points nor penalties but I did have a really sweet break-away with a back-hand shot on goal. The stupid goalie just had  to go and catch it. I also had some other shining moments where forward momentum was not mine to be had and instead of moving the puck along the boards, I speared myself on my own stick. Hey! Winter Olympics, I'm over here!! 

Cooking to kill time.

I'm attempting another Sunday night cooking-to-kill-time meal. 

Tonight's experiment:

Garlic quinoa with garlic and chardonnay chicken. 

It's a good thing I like garlic. And that I'm single. That's quite alot of garlic going on in that meal.

Summer means:

Calavasitas and sopa de fideo with fresh flour tortillas.

A trip to Whiskey Row.

Sweating your (pick a body part) off by 11 am.

Looking at the pool because it's too hot to go into it.

Golf at good and not so good courses because you can finally afford to play 18 with a cart because you will be sweating that body part off.

Being busy at work. 

A visit back home because you can.

Concert season! The goths and metal heads should be out in full force for this season's show: Rockstar Mayhem tour. Nothing says crazy like wearing all black to an all day outdoor concert in the Valley in the middle of July. Or wearing more heat tolerant colors but still going.

Movies. The East L.A. buddies and I will be going to see The Dark Knight and Hell Boy II. 

I have a weird head.

1. Goodbye ::
you say hello

2. Cage ::
nicholas

3. Buddy ::
koRn (there's a song that has one of them saying "My buddy!" while recording)

4. Magic words ::
peanut butter (what the hell??)

5. Library ::
a bar

6. Fall in love ::
no thanks.

7. Tense ::
past

8. Work! ::
Play!

9. Empty ::
soul

10. Heat wave ::
finally!

I went to the ENT today. Everything appears normal, I have to start using the nasal spray I was prescribed much earlier. Your ear and nose connected? Who woulda thunk it. It has also been suggested that I see a TMJ doctor because my jaw pops quite loudly and moves off to the side. It's done that for years, I think I'll probably skip that $40 co-pay. Thanks anyway!

Time to go to Zumba!