Married In Minnesota

It's a sad day...

2008-03-05T08:09:00.003-06:00

for a two reasons:

Brett Favre has retired. By far my favorite player of all time... Can't believe he won't be playing for the Pack anymore... It had to come some time, but my thoughts were: "Play as long as you want... we love to watch you."

Also, to add insult to injury... Little Eddie died this morning. After two years of swimming around next to Katie, he decided to leave us. Katie is still doing fine, but I would expect she will die of a broken heart soon.

Maybe Little Eddie heard that Brett Favre retired and couldn't take it anymore?

No matter what happened, Little Eddie is gone, Brett is retired... not a good week. :(

Don’t tell Sydney that she has got it easy or she will have to strike you.

2008-01-29T08:52:00.000-06:00

Moving is stressful and it seems like there is an endless amount of junk to pack. The task seems insurmountable and daunting. Fortunately for me, I have been up here working my new job. Unfortunately for Sydney, I have been up here working my new job... Not that I would have been much help anyway, I must say that I tend to be lazy. Sydney needs a cattle prod to get me moving sometimes… That said, I will say that after she cut the Direct TV a few weeks ago, I did get a little more accomplished on the weekends.

Anyway, when I was negotiating my contract up here, I negotiated moving expenses… up to $5,000 to be exact. So, we don’t have to do a lot of packing. The moving company will come in and pack us and then they will unload the truck and unpack us on this end. We feel like we are lower-upper class or… at least upper-middle class because we are having someone move us. All of our friends have made the comment to Sydney that, “it must be nice to have someone do all the moving.”

If you want to see a flash of fire in someone’s eyes… tell Sydney she has got it easy. What people don’t understand is that she has been preparing for this move without the help her husband, (not that he would have been a lot of help… because he is lazy… see above.) and she has had four kids to take care of in the mix. There have been things to sort and certain items to pack… and you still have to be organized even though someone else is doing the packing… She is tired and is about ready for a break.

So, internet… while the move is easier because someone is moving us… Sydney hasn’t had it easy.

Me on the other hand? Easy Street.

So if you would like to contact us in the future:

My new address is 930 Easy Street.
Sydney’s new address is 930 Not-So-Easy-Street.

(Boy, I sure hope that we still get to see each other... not living on the same street and all.)

What's the point of this post?

Simply that: Sydney is a Saint.

T - minus 6 days and counting

2008-01-23T18:34:00.000-06:00

So, on the 29th, Sydney and I sign on our house.... and our family is together after 5 MONTHS!
Yippee!

Here are some pictures:

We can't wait to move in... should be a nice house for our family. Overall, including the basement there is about 2500 Square Feet... so it should work well.

After 5 months, we are excited to be together as a family again... pray that everything goes smoothly on closing day.

Later all!

Hello?

2008-01-10T17:38:00.000-06:00

Hi all! Have you missed me? :)

It has been a freakin roller coster of ups and downs and twists and turns so I have not had the time to blog for EVER.

We were up here for the holidays. Visiting Sydney's folks and my folks... So that was good. Sydney and the kids are still down in Cottonwood... BUT we found a house so they will be moving up here shortly. We close on the 29th so I am thrilled about that. They will be moving up here the first week in February and this 35 year old is moving out his parents' house... fricken frackin... lol.

(Okay, it really hasn't been that bad and Mom has made lunches for me from time to time... so I can't complain too loudly.) HA! Can't wait to have Sydney and the Kids up here though... glad this commuting is drawing to a close... and while the lunches have been okay, I really can't wait to get out of my parents' house.

Anyway, my new job has been an adventure... that is for sure. I like it and I knew it was going to be a challenge... just didn't know how big of a challenge... I have been building bridges with all departments around the University because the person in the position before me had burned them all down. BUT we are getting there and many of the departments have made it loud and clear that they are happy I am here... it feels good to know that people appreciate what you are doing. Before I got here, there wasn't much communication between the Office of Admission and my office... now Gina and I are looking to explore some joint possibilities. She is great to work with. Ranks right up there with a former boss.

On another note, I have had to chair the search committee for the position I am hiring and we got down to the final candidate and she declined the offer... so that has been fun. So I am scrambling to extend the search and it is a continuous headache... I just need someone (someone good) in the position, so hopefully in the next 3-4 weeks we can have the position filled. (And I can start on the reclassification of my job.) Oh, and I haven't had a secretary since I arrived either... that's been fun too. I had to ask a few favors of Gina to get one of her Office Assistants to help process the 200+ applications that just sat there for 2 and a half months from the time Kim left and I arrived... (Funny, I didn't see that stack on desk out front when I interviewed.) Despite the chaos I walked into we still brought 56 students in for Spring Semester. While I was slightly disappointed... the President was excited because that is the most international students MSUM has brought in during a Spring Semester...and in the end... if the President's happy, then that's what really matters I guess. Anyway, I dropped off a plant and a card today for the Donna in admissions because with out her, I would be in a straight jacket somewhere... much of the credit of our 56 students goes to her. Hopefully in the next week or 2 we will have a new secretary in our office here as well.

That said, with all the bumps it has been a good move. I actually have a budget of about $60,000 to make sure that we are providing services for our international students... talk about rags to riches. I took new international students out to the China Garden Buffet the other night... (It was cheaper to do that then food service... no surprises there.) It has been fun to implement the programs that we need and not worry about not having the funding to do it.That said, in the end... Work is Work. It's not all bad and it's not all good... just work. :)

Glad I made the move from a professional standpoint with the opportunity to become director and the increased responsibility that comes with that... but I miss my last university as well... especially my friends in the Office of Admission. I guess you take the good with the bad. :)

Anyway, that's what has been going on...

So it begins...

2007-08-17T15:04:00.000-05:00

It's official. I took the job.

Mixed emotions. Excited and sad all at the same time. Too many close friends here to count... This has been home for the last 15 years (including school.) So that will be the hardest part about leaving. But family and opportunity are there so, I took the plunge.

I will be moving into the same position that I am doing here for the first 6 months. As soon as I get there, I will design a position underneath me and he or she will report to me... as soon as this occurs, my job will be re-classified to Director of International Affairs... which will come with about a $14,000 raise. (Above and beyond the increase they have already given me. ) But, in the mean time, because we were not paying a mortgage here, Sydney and the Kids will stay here for the next 4 - 6 months and I will travel back on the weekends.

Told the kids last night... Leah and Benji don't have a clue... but Jake and Mack started crying. That was tough. I moved when I was nine (same age as Jake) and it sucked. So I know exactly what he is going through.

And I am 35 and it doesn't make it any easier than when I was nine.

Anyway, that is the big news.

The adventure begins.

They....

2007-08-13T12:41:00.000-05:00

Offered me the job.

Hm. How about that. Feels good. I have options...

...

Now what.

I would appreciate any prayers you want to send up.

I need wisdom.

No News is Good News...

2007-08-08T14:05:00.000-05:00

Well... the interview went really well. Great actually. At least from my perspective. I would say that out of all the interviews I have had in my life... this one was the best. I was comfortable. Enjoyed my time, was myself... what they saw will be what they get. The nice thing is that I don't need a job, so I was interviewing them as much as they were interviewing me.

They have one more candidate coming in this Friday. I had a really good feeling when I left the interview. So if I go with my gut... I think I may get offered the job. If I do, I have absolutely no idea what I am going to do. I have been going back and forth between what is best for me professionally and what is best for my family.

Granted, they have to offer me the job and they need to offer me the right salary... so much needs to happen before I can seriously consider it. Also, what will my current school do? Will they counter and try and keep me? Needless to say things are up in the air.

Regardless of what happens, it has been a good experience...

Just wish I didn't have to move... if I take the job... if they even offer it to me.

No news is good news... because then I don't have to make a decision.

You know that interview I spoke about...

2007-08-01T15:48:00.001-05:00

The one at another State University... well, I made the final 3...

My interview is Friday. I guess we will see where it leads.

I'll keep you posted.

Marathon Pictures...

2007-07-19T11:12:00.000-05:00

This is the Start... there I am... can you see me?

Towards the end...

Couple of thumbs up!

Crossing the Finish Line.

Finshed.

I had a great time... I think I might run it again next year... Goal for next year is below a 3:20. This year, I was under 3:30. I may be addicted.

She not only likes me...

2007-07-12T09:06:00.000-05:00

She licks me too...

Crazy month.

2007-07-11T12:37:00.000-05:00

Well it has been a crazy month and busier than all get out...

It started with me being hired as the head cross country coach for a local high school... so now I am known as "Coach" to some... My back ground in high school was cross country and now that I am back into distance running, I figured I would apply for an open position... and what do you know? I got the job. So now I have to figure out how to coach again... but it is coming back to me.

My Marathon went well. My goal was 3:30 minutes and I ran it in 3:27. So that was exciting. Not too shabby for my first marathon. I competed on a team from the University and we won the College Cup as well. I just got a HUGE trophy as a result. If I was a drinking man, I would totally fill it with beer and drink out of it... but I am not... so it is a moot point. HUGE Trophy.

I have an application in at another State Univeristy for a similar position. I am applying for it with the intent (if I get offered the position) to let my current school try and keep me here... but who knows... I may end up at a different school shortly. If I am offered the job... it will give me a lot to think about. That is for sure.

Just got back from a week of vacation... we didn't go to a lake cabin like we have the last couple of years, but my family got together at my folks' place for the week and we had a good time there. Much fun was had by all.

That's about it for now...

Blog-glect:

2007-06-08T13:18:00.000-05:00

tr.v. blog·glect·ed, blog·glect·ing, blog·glects
1. To pay little or no attention to your blog; fail to heed; disregard: blogglected their pleadings to post.
2. To fail to care for or attend to your blog properly: blogglects his readers.
3. To fail to do or post, as through carelessness or oversight: blogglected to enter a post.
n.
1. The act or an instance of ignoring your blog.
2. The state of being blog-glected.
3. Habitual lack of care of one's blog.

So... I have been blog-glecting my blog lately. Not sure why... lack of interest... lack of comments. I guess that life has been consuming my time...

Anyway, Life is good with Ben and Sydney... I am still as in love with my wife as I have ever been. More so than the day I married her, actually. Pizza is good. She is a hottie... why wouldn't it be?

I am 8 days from running my Marathon. I am ready... can't wait actually. My friend and I ran 22 miles 2 weeks ago at a 7 minute 45 second pace... our goal is to run it under 3 hours and 30 minutes... so we were right on track. If you think about it, pray for me next Saturday sometime between 7:30 am until about 11:00. I will be in the midst of my race. Praying for a cool day with the wind at my back. :)

Jake, Mick, Bug and Benji are all doing fine. Mick just turned seven 2 weeks ago... so one more year to getting married I guess... *sigh* Jake got a new bike... new used bike... but cool none-the-less.

So that's about it for now... I need to get into the habit of posting more... I will see what I can do about that.

Later all!

Sydney wants to block me...

2007-05-16T15:30:00.000-05:00

...from sending text messages. I sent her the following text message this morning:

"Hey sexy, hot, good looking, gorgeous woman! Just wanted to let you know that I think you are so very beautiful and that I love you more than I could ever describe. I thank God that he blessed me with you... I love you. (See how fun it is to get text messages? Definately worth the extra money.) Love you. ;)"

She read the first line and thought it was some pervert that she didn't know... about ten minutes after sending the message, I get a call from Sydney saying:

"How do you block people from sending you messages?!?! I just got three text messages from someone I don't know and it started out being somewhat sexual... Some pervert is sending me messages!"

I said, "Did you just get them about 10 minutes ago?"

She paused and said, "YES!"

I said, "Did you read them?"

She said, "No... I don't want to read that kind of stuff!"

I said, "That pervert would be me... Go read the messages."

She called me back and reassured me that "the pervert that sent the message could come home with her anytime."

Classic.

Needless to say, I am still trying to sell her on the idea of text messaging.

Put on my blue suede shoes... and I boarded a plane...

2007-04-27T12:24:00.000-05:00

Touch down in the land of the delta blue... in the middle of the poorin' rain...

I love this song. I have never walked in Memphis...

But it is funny how a song will bring back a flood of memories...

Everytime I hear this song, I am suddenly transported back to the summer after my senior year in high school.

18 years old...
Experiencing my first adventure...
Living with friends in a small central Minnesota tourist town...
Delivering pizza's in my boss's white geo or my friend's parents' red chrystler station wagon... Pizzas in the back warmer...
Heading to some unknown destination to deliver pizza...
Hoping for big tips...
Song comes on the radio....
It's a summer night...
Sun is setting...
Dating my first love...
Thinking that she could be "the one."

She wasn't.

Which is COMPLETELY fine...

Sydney is perfect for me.

Amazing what a song will do. I don't even really get the song... but I like it none-the-less.

Happy Anzac Day!

2007-04-25T13:23:00.000-05:00

What is ANZAC Day?

ANZAC Day - 25 April - is probably Australia's most important national occasion. It marks the anniversary of the first major military action fought by Australian and New Zealand forces during the First World War. ANZAC stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps. The soldiers in those forces quickly became known as ANZACs, and the pride they soon took in that name endures to this day.

Why is this day so special to Australians?

When war broke out in 1914 Australia had been a federal commonwealth for only fourteen years. The new national government was eager to establish its reputation among the nations of the world. In 1915 Australian and New Zealand soldiers formed part of the allied expedition that set out to capture the Gallipoli peninsula to open the way to the Black Sea for the allied navies. The plan was to capture Constantinople (now Istanbul), capital of the Ottoman Empire and an ally of Germany. They landed at Gallipoli on 25 April, meeting fierce resistance from the Turkish defenders. What had been planned as a bold stroke to knock Turkey out of the war quickly became a stalemate, and the campaign dragged on for eight months. At the end of 1915 the allied forces were evacuated after both sides had suffered heavy casualties and endured great hardships. Over 8,000 Australian soldiers were killed. News of the landing at Gallipoli made a profound impact on Australians at home and 25 April quickly became the day on which Australians remembered the sacrifice of those who had died in war.
Though the Gallipoli campaign failed in its military objectives of capturing Constantinople and knocking Turkey out of the war, the Australian and New Zealand troops' actions during the campaign bequeathed an intangible but powerful legacy. The creation of what became known as an "Anzac legend" became an important part of the national identity of both nations. This shaped the ways they viewed both their past and their future.

I am not Australian or New Zealand... but it was on my Dilbert Calendar... so...

Have a good Anzac Day.

Wheeeee....

2007-04-19T10:15:00.000-05:00

That's right, we purchased one and it is a lot of fun...

Wii's are hard to come by... When we were up at Sydney's brother's place for their kids' birthday party on Easter weekend, I was exposed to this brilliant machine. Jay purchased one and I had a Fantastic time playing his Nintendo Wii. I had told Sydney several weeks before that I had no interest in the Nintendo Wii and that it didn't even sound fun...

BUT!

...that was before I played the game.

Good times...

So after experiencing such bliss... I thought to myself, "I should by a Nintendo Wii!" The next week, I went to purchase one and guess what? Sold out. Everywhere. I was oblivious to this cultural phenomenon that was occuring whereby you couldn't go out an purchase something you wanted. The first store I stopped by... I looked around and couldn't find the Wii and so this guy came up and asked... "Can I help you?" I said, "Yes, I am looking to purchase a Nintendo Wii."

Sales guy: "Are you serious?"

Me: "Yes."

Sales guy: "You do know that you can't find one anywhere don't you?"

Me: "Um... no. "

Sales guy: "We get a shipment in every Tuesday... but get here early because they are gone as soon as we get them."

Me: "Thanks."

I then proceeded to check Kmart and Walmart and other electronic stores... Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

Something happens to the mind when you want something and you can't get it... kind of like dangling that unattainable carrot out in front of you... try as you might... your efforts are futile.

That is until I went to Cananada.

I walk up to a counter and there is a Wii for sale... and I say, "Cool. A Wii. I'll buy it."

Cashier: "Sorry. That one is reserved. We are all sold out."

"BUT!

...we have a store about 10 minutes away that just got 7 in and they have 5 left... do you want me to call them and reserve one for you?" (At that moment... I think I recall hearing music coming from the heavenly realms.)

*Trying to contain my giddiness* I nonchalantly responded: "Sure. If it's not too much trouble."

So, after much effort I got my Wii. Jake was pumped and MacKenzie is FINALLY good at a video game. AND... most importantly... Sydney likes playing it too.

End of my Wii story.

Commence Wii-ing.

Land of Canucks.

2007-04-17T15:44:00.000-05:00

That's where I was... and just so you know... canucks is not a derogatory name because the canadians have a hockey team called the Vancouver Canucks.

Glad I am back home though... I did purchase a Wii up in Cananada... So the trip wasn't fruitless. Although I will say that I am sick of hearing about Hockey and how great they are compared to the US... and how their women's junior national hockey team just kicked our butts. We have a women's junior national hockey team? And they played Cananada?

Okay.

And you say you beat us? Hm.

Good job I guess. *shrug*

Did I tell you that I am glad to be back?

Benji's Girl... It could have been a popular 80's song.

2007-04-06T13:47:00.000-05:00

"Jesse is a friend...
You know he has been a good friend of mine...
But lately somethin’s changed, it ain’t hard to define...
Jesse’s got himself a girl and I want to make her mine. "

I don’t know why I like this song so much... I have no friend named Jesse; so if he has himself a girl, I wouldn’t know it... and if I did know Jesse, I wouldn’t want his girl because I have my own. In all likelyhood, Jesse would forget all about his girl and he would want my girl. The fact of the matter is, Jesse would be singing:

"And she's watching him with those eyes
And she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it
Yeah and he's holding her in his arms late, late at night

You know, I wish that I had Benji’s girl,
I wish that I had Benji’s girl
Where can I find a woman like that

I play along with the charade,
there doesn't seem to be a reason to change
You know, I feel so dirty when they start talking cute
I wanna tell her that I love her, but the point is probably mute

Cause she's watching him with those eyes
And she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it
And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night

You know, I wish that I had Benji’s girl,
I wish that I had Benji’s girl
Where can I find a woman like that

Like Benji’s girl, I wish that I had Benji’s girl
Where can I find a woman, where can I find a woman like that

And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time,
wondering what she don't see in me
I've been funny, I've been cool with the lines
Ain't that the way love supposed to be

Tell me, where can I find a woman like that
You know, I wish that I had Benji’s girl, I wish that I had Benji’s girl
I want Benji’s girl, where can I find a woman like that,
like Benji’s girl, I wish that I had Benji’s girl,
I want, I want Benji’s girl "

Cause really, who WOULDN’T want Benji’s girl? Yes internet... Sydney is that beautiful. Without question, Jesse would most definitely want Sydney. And his girl would be all mad because she heard him singing about Sydney. I can't believe that Jesse would treat her like that... idiot.

Anyway... that was just the thought that passed through my mind as I was listening to that song. Crazy, I know.

Still like the song though.

Little things in life...

2007-04-05T10:22:00.000-05:00

I will say that life would not be the same without Bug... (or any of my kids for that matter, but today I am focusing on Bug.) I had to run some paystub information down to Sydney as she was waiting in the van. As I approach the window, from the depths of the van comes a: "Hey Day-ad!" Bug has this southern drawl for some reason... not sure where she gets it and if she didn't look so much like her mother... we would begin to wonder if she was ours. Ha! The thought just crossed my mind that... maybe I need to start wondering if she is mine. (The Schwan's Delivery man has a southern drawl come to think of it.)

Anyway... life just would not be the same with out Leah... she is a bright spot to a cloudy day... unless she is a crabapple. Then look out. But today... she's got nothing but love for her "Day-ad."

I am a blessed man. Hot wife and cute kids. Still don't know how I won that lottery.

I'll take it though.

Bleeding from the nipples is never a good thing...

2007-04-02T11:28:00.000-05:00

This weekend, I learned something new. Nipples can bleed.

I don't know why this thought has never crossed my mind before... (maybe it's because my nipples have never bled before.) ...but boy is it ever apparent right now. I feel like a mother whose nipples have been gnawed and sucked on by a set of quadruplets... to get that last drop. (At least in my mind, this is what it MUST feel like.)

Anyway, yesterday I discovered that marathon runners have different ailments that they suffer from... one of which is chaffing of the nipples against your shirt. You don't even feel it until, suddenly, they are bleeding. After I got done running 15 miles with a friend who is training with me... He said, "Are you bleeding?" I looked down and my shirt was red where my right nipple is located. My immediate response was, "Hm. I guess I am... wonder why that is?" My friend Mark informed me that during the marathon, there are runners that come in that have red streaks of blood all the way down their shirts... So he told me about something that will help that called body glide... so I guess I will check into that.

In the mean time... my nipples sting like they have never stung before.

For whatever reason, Sydney did not offer me an ounce of sympathy... She just said, "You haven't experienced anything in terms of pain until your children have sucked on you until your nipples bleed and then you get a plugged milk duct."

I will leave you with that mental picture for chew on...

Whatever the case... my nipples hurt.

I am KING (of gadgets)!

2007-03-28T12:24:00.000-05:00

Hear me tinker!

So last week I bought something that I could probably live without... but I really wanted... and since it was gadgety... I had to get... (WITH the approval of my wife I might add.)

I love the fact that Sydney gets me and that she realizes that I have something deep down inside of me that makes me ~~want~~ NEED gadgets. She doesn't understand why I am so driven by them; however, thankfully she does understand that my very breath of life depends on having gadgets... and that if I don't have them, I will die as I am gasping for air. And because she loves AND respects me... she wants to keep me around. So when I start to quiver and wheeze from gadget withdrawal, she races me to the nearest electronic store so that I can purchase something. (Trust me, it's cheaper than the Emergency Room... by a few dollars anyway.)

Anyway, back to my point... The gadget that I purchased was a:

I love this thing. I mean who WOULDN'T want a GPS that straps to your arm. It is great, because now I don't have to mark out a route with my car before I run 10 miles... I can just start running and keep track of my miles as I go and when I get to 10 miles... or 15 (like I have to run on Saturday), I can stop running. This GPS has a display for current speed, average speed, distance traveled, time traveled which are why I really needed this item... but it also has so many more features like: a two way radio, a cellular phone, a shortwave radio so I can receive broadcasts from the other side of the globe... a thermometer, a mp3 player and a candy dispenser. (In case I get hungry.)

Okay... maybe it doesn't have all of the aforementioned, but it is pretty cool. And I can wear it on my wrist when I am running and I know what pace I am running so I can train for my marathon properly. That, and if I ever get lost in the woods, I have a compass to help me find my way out... AND it is waterproof so if I fall into a lake or river while I am finding my way out of the woods... in the middle of the night... (Because the LCD screen glows a brilliant shade of yellow because it is BACKLIT) ...it won't get wrecked. Although I don't believe it floats. (That would be a nice feature.)

Anyway... gotta run! (With my GPS strapped to my wrist.)

*QUIVER*... *WHEEZE*

Hugging and Smooching

2007-03-27T11:40:00.000-05:00

Well... it was that time of year again... time for our Annual Marriage Retreat. Sydney and I, as always, had a great time hanging out with each other and enjoying friends as well. This was our tenth year of going to this Marriage Retreat and we can honestly say that it was just as fun as the first year... although, the talent show has gone by the wayside... which we need to revive... but other than that, it was fun. Sydney and I both agree that we don’t believe that our Marriage would be as strong had we not gone to this Marriage Retreat every year. We didn’t do a whole lot... just hung out with each other and went to the sessions that were planned. One of the Sessions was centered on keeping the Presence of God in our House and in our Marriage and one was focused on the women this year and the importance of respecting their husbands. (Last year we focused on the men and the importance of loving our wives.) One comment that Joan, one of the presenters made, was that she didn’t want to let the husbands off the hook... but that it was important that women were still willing to respect their husbands even when they didn't agree with them. After the session I approached her and said... “You know, I don’t think we are wanting our wives to ‘let us off the hook’ ... I just think we just want them to give us a break from time to time. Show us that they do respect us. I think that doing what is right by our wives is something that is ingrained in us... it’s just that when, as a man, you don’t feel like your wife respects you... you figure ‘what’s the point.’ So if our wives affirm us by telling that they respect us... then, we will surpass any expectations that they may have ever had.”

Anyway, it was a good time... and our marriage is tuned up again. Ready for another 10,000 miles.

It has gotta be Monday...

2007-03-14T09:39:00.000-05:00

I went in to work out this morning and it didn't go so well... I got there and was unpacking my Gym bag and I forgot my dress shirt for work. How exactly I did that is beyond me... I even went through my mental checklist last night and thought "Dress Shirt... check." On my way in this morning... I had this feeling that I was forgetting something... so I went through my checklist again ... this time outloud... and I said:

"Underwear... check."
"Socks... check."
"T-shirt... check."
"Razor... check."
"Pants... check."
"Dress Shirt... check."
"Shoes... check."
"Belt... check."
"Deoderant... check."
"Wallet... check."
"Cell Phone... check."
"Glasses... check."

BUT... when I got to the Y... no dress shirt. And then after lifting weights... I got on the treadmill this morning... and I was only supposed to run 4 miles... but, mentally, I couldn't do it. The last 2 days it has been nice enough to run outside and it has been enjoyable... so going back to the treadmill was terrible.

Anyway... I ran a mile and a half and kept thinking about the shirt that I forgot and what I was going to do... I thought about going to work shirtless today... I am looking really buff lately. But then my better judgment kicked in and I thought that my 60 some year old secretary would be too distracted by my wonderful physique... and she wouldn't get anything done... and far be it from me to be the cause of such lustful thoughts... so I stopped the treadmill and I decided that, at that very moment, that I needed to go home and get a shirt. Besides that... 4 miles felt like it was going to take forever today.

Oh well... tomorrow is another day.

And I guarantee that, tomorrow, I will remember my shirt.

I know I posted something about cell phones before...

2007-03-09T08:16:00.000-06:00

HOWEVER... for some reason my archives are missing the whole month of March 2005 and I believe that is when I purchased my last cell phone...

I remember ranting about "the fact that we live in a steel sided house that is lined with lead which will not allow for a cell phone signal to breach the walls of this impenetrable fortress and that while we are very thankful that we are protected from the radiation / fallout from a nuclear blast... that it was frustrating that we could not use a cell phone in our house..." I said something like that anyway...

WELL... times have changed. And thanks to the GLORIOUS technology that has been incorporated into the Motorola RAZR V3. We are now able to have not one, not two... but sometimes 3 (count them) 3 bars in our house at times. So, Sydney and I, for the past month have been able to call each other at any moment. I have a hotline straight to the most beautiful woman in the world and she is at my beck and call anytime I want (Okay, that might be a stretch.) ...for FREE even. My own personal "Hottie line." :) How cool is that?

...Now if it would only be possible for God to carry a Motorola RAZR V3... I would be set.

Anyway internet, the key is that we have now reached the 21 st Century out on the edge. We no longer live in the bermuda triangle of cell phone signals...

Wow... that was going to be a quick introduction into the fact that I downloaded Tiger Woods PGA TOUR '06 for my cell phone yesterday... and that, after about 4 hours of playing it last night... that I am now an expert. I can't believe that my cell phone can play cool video games... so someone download the game and I will challenge you to a match. I will even let you practice... cause you would need it...

Did I mention that I am AWESOME at Tiger Woods PGA Tour '06?

EA SPORTS. It's in the game.

What the heck?

2007-03-08T08:58:00.000-06:00

Why'd you have to go and "enter 77?!"

Way to go John... ya big loser.