When we bought our house in 2010 it was move in ready. That was one of the things we liked about it and we took advantage of it. It was move in ready, so move right in we did. We started making plans for things to change. Simple things, like repainting, as well as more complicated things, like our fantasy discussions of tearing down the wall between the kitchen and the dining room and renovating the whole shebang.
We made rough plans, but never did anything. Seriously. We haven’t changed anything. All of the rooms have the same paint as when we moved in. Nothing has changed inside, and the only thing that has changed in the yard is we had a dead tree removed. That’s it.
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Oh hello there, Mr hole in the basement sub floor right on the edge of the tub. Nice to meet you. Don’t you look nice on this fine Monday evening.
Yeah, the bathroom is going to get a remodelling. We’ve talked about it before (we don’t like the tub or the shower doors) but now we have to do it out of necessity. Yippee!
And by Yippee! I mean, Urgh.
Sunsets are really cool. They make me want to go back to California so I can see one properly again.
Here is a mighty tip of the cap to the medical staff in Dallas who were able to restart Rich Peverley’s heart last night. NHL fans everywhere thank you for a job well done.
It was another one of those “hockey players are the toughest athletes” moments when Peverley (who was a member of the cup winning Bruins team in 2011 and therefore will never pay for a drink in Boston again) regained consciousness and asked how much time was left in the first period. After the incedent his teammates were really shaken up and were unwilling to finish the game (rightfully so). Peverley? He wanted to go back onto the ice rather than go to the hospital.
You can read more on this story here: Columbus Blue Jackets vs. Dallas Stars – Recap – March 10, 2014 – ESPN
My beloved wife and I joined Weight Watchers just after the new year. We went to meetings consistently for five or six week and then started to miss them. It’s been about a month since we’ve checked in. I haven’t been 100% faithful to the program. There have been a few nights recently where whoopie pies were substituted for dinner. I am still off of coca~cola, which is a miracle for me, but I find myself drinking caffeinated sodas more than I should (there is a coke zero on my desk as we speak). I’m not really counting points anymore, but I have gotten into a set routine for most meals. Breakfast, lunch, and snacking in between are pretty much the same each day. Dinners vary, but with the exception of the junk food meals they are still under my available points for each day. We haven’t started going to the gym, although March was sort of our target for that. We need to get back into regular meetings first, I think.
Here is the real reason why I need to start going to meetings as soon as possible. I stepped on our bathroom scale this morning. Back in January, at our first weigh in, my weight was recorded as X. At our last meeting my weight was recorded as X-16. (You didn’t know you’d be getting an Algebra lesson here, did you?) When I stepped on the scale this morning my weight was X-24. Fantastic! Of course, our scale is notoriously inaccurate. I stepped on again and it gave me X-17. I stepped on a third time and it gave me X-10. I stepped on once more and it gave me X-27.
That’s it. I’m done. From this day forth the only scales that exist on Earth are the ones at Weight Watchers offices.
PS: The irony of this post being written during my lunch break is not lost on me. Mmmm, chicken sandwich.
What am I doing now that I’ve finished last night’s episode of The Walking Dead?
Listening to Throwing Muses and reading Bloom County.
That is all.
I have one major goal for the next few days:
I don’t mean sleep a little then wake up, then sleep a little then wake up, over and over all night.
I don’t mean lie awake for a couple of hours before finally drifting off for the last few hours before the alarm goes off.
I mean go to bed at a decent hour and sleep straight through until morning.
I fear those days might be behind me now.
Queen Patches rules over all she surveys.
The cat looks sad but she’s really just trying to manipulate me.
Here it is kids, the (now) annual last official RPM Challenge post of the year. I have uploaded this year’s stuff to my official RPM jukebox page.
Robert Parker’s RPM Challenge Music.
So there it is folks. That page has three little flash playlists that contain my three officially submitted RPM Challenge projects. This closes the book on February 2014. I had a good time, despite being less than pleased with the end results. There are a couple of decent moments. One of the songs that I was really disappointed with is actually getting some love on alonetone. I find that very weird. Oh well.
I will keep plugging on more album-in-a-month zaniness, but RPM itself is over until next year.