Two Weeks!
This week is quite an improvement over last week, although it really wouldn't take much. I think the improvement is largely due to two things: my increasing calousness to tasks, and my realisation that I get away from it all for eight WHOLE days. I always have this inane desire to put 110% into everything I do. Guess what. It's just not possible. If I plan to live my life with any semblance of normalcy, everything can't be a priority! This has helped me produce the sound effect of "meh" when I blow something off, or good God, only give 90% of my effort. Meanwhile, this holiday from life isn't very exotic (North Carolina), but beachtime in a nice resort works fine for me! Two weeks to go!
17 April 2006
13 April 2006
Squirrel Wars
I have the perfect office. The window's open right in front of me...a gin and tonic slightly to my right and the fan bringing in the gorgeous air at a nice rate. To better enjoy my perfect view of a budding tree as I half heartedly work on curriculum design, I had Eric put up a little bird feeder for two reasons...1) to torture Q as she sits on the window sill in agony that she can't quite reach the birds, 2) and to just enjoy the lovely twittering birds. All went well until the appearance of the squirrel.
I think this squirrel takes Yoga since my tearing down branches around the bird feeder has had no effect whatsoever. I don't think he even cares about getting the seed anymore, but just puts himself in these crazy contortions to reach the seed to piss me off. Swearing and stick waving has done nothing except to have it move away a few branches chattering me rudely, and probably laughing his ass off when I nearly fell out of the second storey window trying to hit him with the pole I use to hang feeder.
This has continued for several days. He has mocked me for up to six times in the same afternoon. Today I reached my blood pressure ceiling. While I figured my .38 snubnose with hollow points might cause undue messiness, and god only knows where the bullet would end up...I thought about my .22 pistol, but alas, I have no ammo, and that also seemed extreme, even my state of anger and retribution.
Then...yes...the memories of my BB gun days came floating back. Slowly at first, as my rage was still besting my mood, but eventually a feeling of satisfaction and glee came to me as I rushed to the basement, praying that I still had BBs in my Red Ryder, packed away so many years ago. YES! There are still BBs! LOTS AND LOTS OF BBs!
The tide of the Squirrel Wars are now turning in my favour, as I happily design curriculum, occasionally looking up to see his smarmy face, and then receive a BB in his ass. It's a little disturbing to have a BB gun resting next to my desk, but this is for a most excellent cause.
I have the perfect office. The window's open right in front of me...a gin and tonic slightly to my right and the fan bringing in the gorgeous air at a nice rate. To better enjoy my perfect view of a budding tree as I half heartedly work on curriculum design, I had Eric put up a little bird feeder for two reasons...1) to torture Q as she sits on the window sill in agony that she can't quite reach the birds, 2) and to just enjoy the lovely twittering birds. All went well until the appearance of the squirrel.
I think this squirrel takes Yoga since my tearing down branches around the bird feeder has had no effect whatsoever. I don't think he even cares about getting the seed anymore, but just puts himself in these crazy contortions to reach the seed to piss me off. Swearing and stick waving has done nothing except to have it move away a few branches chattering me rudely, and probably laughing his ass off when I nearly fell out of the second storey window trying to hit him with the pole I use to hang feeder.
This has continued for several days. He has mocked me for up to six times in the same afternoon. Today I reached my blood pressure ceiling. While I figured my .38 snubnose with hollow points might cause undue messiness, and god only knows where the bullet would end up...I thought about my .22 pistol, but alas, I have no ammo, and that also seemed extreme, even my state of anger and retribution.
Then...yes...the memories of my BB gun days came floating back. Slowly at first, as my rage was still besting my mood, but eventually a feeling of satisfaction and glee came to me as I rushed to the basement, praying that I still had BBs in my Red Ryder, packed away so many years ago. YES! There are still BBs! LOTS AND LOTS OF BBs!
The tide of the Squirrel Wars are now turning in my favour, as I happily design curriculum, occasionally looking up to see his smarmy face, and then receive a BB in his ass. It's a little disturbing to have a BB gun resting next to my desk, but this is for a most excellent cause.
12 April 2006
10 April 2006
I'm sold!
Anybody recognise this girlie movie quote?
"Exercise makes endorphins...Endorphins make you happy...Happy people don't kill husbands!"
While it seems like a strange statement out of context of the movie (and perhaps strange in the context of the movie), I'm sold on the idea. Mondays usually make me angry as a general rule, but after a nice 45m workout and piano practice, I feel happy and cheerful, regardless of the work I still have to do. This odd cheerful feeling is a bit unsettling, but it's strangely comforting.
Anybody recognise this girlie movie quote?
"Exercise makes endorphins...Endorphins make you happy...Happy people don't kill husbands!"
While it seems like a strange statement out of context of the movie (and perhaps strange in the context of the movie), I'm sold on the idea. Mondays usually make me angry as a general rule, but after a nice 45m workout and piano practice, I feel happy and cheerful, regardless of the work I still have to do. This odd cheerful feeling is a bit unsettling, but it's strangely comforting.
04 April 2006
I am NOT a Natural Athlete
People seem to think that I love athletics. No. I enjoy being in shape...there's the big difference. Since my accident in February, I've really slacked off since, well, pain can be a big deterrant, but I started last night; resulting in an enlightening experience...
Natural atheletes enjoy getting yanked all over road and sidewalk. I discovered that treadmills would be obsolete if everybody owned a big dog.
Natural atheletes like feeling the burn of weight lifting. Whoever created the saying "no pain, no gain" should be killed...painfully.
Natural atheletes crave running, even though it seems a very unnatural activity.
My conclusion: I am NOT a natural athlete! I just suffer through it.
People seem to think that I love athletics. No. I enjoy being in shape...there's the big difference. Since my accident in February, I've really slacked off since, well, pain can be a big deterrant, but I started last night; resulting in an enlightening experience...
Natural atheletes enjoy getting yanked all over road and sidewalk. I discovered that treadmills would be obsolete if everybody owned a big dog.
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Natural atheletes like feeling the burn of weight lifting. Whoever created the saying "no pain, no gain" should be killed...painfully.
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Natural atheletes crave running, even though it seems a very unnatural activity.
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My conclusion: I am NOT a natural athlete! I just suffer through it.
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