Cap'n Obvious

Cabernet Sauvignon does not go so well with a de-constructed sushi bowl.

White Knuckles

I've been pretty industrious today.

I went to the gym, did some laundry, started making breakfast sausages, took a nap, went to my hockey game (my line had 0 points, go us!), went to dinner with my dad and long time friend Stevie G, and came home. Once home, I finished making the breakfast sausages (I doubled the recipe and ended up w/ 19 patties) and made my lunch for tomorrow. 

If I don't fall asleep quickly tonight, I'm gonna be upset. 

Crazy Saturday.

Another list.

1. Crankiness :: I'm getting better

2. Backpack :: Miss it (not the 40# of it, but what it represented, pursuit of knowledge)

3. Clone :: wars

4. High Ground :: moral

5. Dreams :: bittersweet

6. Lovingly :: held

7. Mistake :: several

8. Carson :: daily, nevada??

9. Errand :: a few

10. Dozen :: eggs

...Damn it! I'm out of beer. 

It never fails.

This still cracks me up. To the point where it's hard to breathe, I'm laughing so hard. This has made me laugh since I saw it over a year ago. 

I don't get it either. 

Thanks to my friend Queen Claudia for sending this to me, it made a long frustrating day a whole lot better. 

More than a tweet but less than a post

Neko Case singing about home! If you don't know about the pretty parts of town this song could make you think about the gritty parts of a bigger city. 

I started at my 'new' store today. I neglected to tell most of my customers that I was moving stores. Yeah, I know, shame on me. They found me anyway. Their main concern? Can they still order from me since I've been promoted/moved? "Of course you can." is my reply. My manager says that I have a following. A following in wholesale? Okay. Customers who are used to seeing me at my old store, in addition to asking me if I'm lost, are asking if this is a permanent relocation. I've been replying with something along the lines of 'not too much is permanent around here'. The only constant in this company is change. 

A guy friend of mine told me that I have to stop working out, I'm looking good. I laughed and I thanked him. It's a nice compliment to hear. 

For some reason, I've really been digging Supertramp as of late. I've been wishing for a set of really great speakers to blast Bloody Well Right on a Saturday morning while I sit on my porch and drink my coffee. Is it the harmonica, the horns? I don't know, but I like it. 

I've noticed that I've been laughing more in the last year. It's a nice feeling to be happy. I have my little-black-rain cloud days but overall, I'm in a good place. 

Too quiet.

I've received a promotion. I've earned a promotion. I've been promoted. 

I think my parents are more excited than I am. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of what I've accomplished to get to this point. I've worked hard to get to this point in my career. It's a huge stepping stone to my (so-far) ultimate career goal with this company. I told my mom and dad over the phone, I think my dad may have jumped out of a chair when he heard the news. Mom was just as thrilled and I know that Wood was just as happy and proud of me as they are. I'm a lucky kid to have that many grown-ups looking out for me. Dad and I are going to go to dinner to celebrate. Mom decided that she would drink a margarita for me, I'm sure Wood drank a beer in salute as well. 

What did I do? I went to the gym and lifted for an hour and then ran for 30 minutes to get to that 3.2 miles. Well, I ran about 2.75 miles before I ran out of gas and then had to slow down to an easy jog. But who cares, I did it. :)

Isn't this one of those movie moments where you're supposed to go out with your friends and at least celebrate at happy hour? Or go goofy-golfing? I'm not complaining, just saying. 

Anyone want to come over and help me drink this bottle of wine?

The House on the Corner.

Brothers in Arms just came on the internet radio station.

I remember cold winter nights, rain on the big windows, the rhodie was still living large in front of the window in the living room. The lilac tree probably had yet to make an attempt on my life. Wooden floors. A fire place. The Dan Debower chair. Doing laps around the first floor with my brother, baby-gate hurdles included. Grass in the backyard, tall enough to lose a little sister in. Mom playing Zelda. My step-dad singing with gusto to whatever was playing on the CD while cooking dinner for us kids. Mom making hot cocoa for my 15 guy friends after a game of football played in the snow. A little girl with curls who could go to the moon but still knew we weren't really having monkey brains for dinner. The Tuna (before he was The Tuna) at the computer in the corner, The Boy perched beside him. 

A house full of people who loved each other even though we didn't always get along.