Time of my Life

I've been meaning to post lately but I can't seem to find the time. Whenever I've come up with something blogworthy it's mid day and I'm at work. Then, by the time I get home I'm too pooped to post.

So, be patient, I'll post something interesting soon.

If you're bored and want something to read I recommend going over to my wife's blog and reading some of the stuff she's posted. Or, go to scoreher.com. I've befriended the author recently and found that that girl's a talker. Phew! She'll just lay out intimate details right then and there before you with complete disregard. She's awesome! And much more confused about the opposite sex than I would have assumed.

This was a week of firsts. First time I've ever helped a baby stop crying, first time I've ever ridden a stationary bike over five miles and the first time I've ever designed anything that's going to be built. I must admit I've had lots of help with it but it's exciting nonetheless.

Man it's hard getting up at 4:00am for work... Wait, I mean 5:00am. Especially when your wife goes to bed at 10:00 or 11:00. I'm a zombie and oligopolybucks is hurting my stomach.

I had a nasty virus on Saturday that stole half my weekend. It makes me angry. It also made me feel like my wife was annoyed with me. Damn the flu.

Now lets get to designing.

I'm so glad I'm married.

Most mornings I take the bus and train to work. My friend I meet up with doesn't drink coffee so he is conversationally worthless for pretty much the entire ride. This gives me ample time (if I've got no reading material) to sit and ponder life's curiosities. I must admit it must have been years since I've had such time to sit and let my mind wander while in such an alert state because every morning I come up with great ideas, crazy thoughts and a whole slew of questions I want answered. The sad thing is that by the time I get through my work day and return home all is lost. All those thoughts came and went probably never to be seen again.

Today while driving I decided I'm going to carry a notebook and write them down every morning. Even if none of the thoughts or ideas come to fruition it will still be awesome to have a log of my crazy caffeine riddled mind.

I bought a gym membership for myself a few months back and with the membership came a complimentary meeting with a personal trainer. I initally thought it'd be a waste of my time but when I met with him I actually learned a lot. I agreed to set another meeting in a month to the tune of $65.00.

Well, yesterday was my meeting and even if I hadn't learned anything it would have been worth the $65.00 to see how much progress I had made. I hadn't been hitting the gym like I had hoped for the last month and only made it twice a week but even with just a couple times a week I've shown improvement. In the pinch test my fatness went down an average of 4% even though my weight has remained the same. Also, my pants seem to be just a little bigger. I feel better and it's easier getting up in the morning. All this combined has encouraged me to go to the gym even more.

For the record my body weight is 173 lbs and I have 21% body fat.

According to averages for my height and age I just tip the scales as a fat kid but here's to changing that.

Only a few months into our relationship I became aware of an obsession I had with a perfume Nicole only wore on special occasions. Every time I've smelled it (whether on her or somewhere else) I couldn't help but being reminded of a thousand great times. It got to a point where I would think I'd smell it even if there was no one around. Was my mind playing tricks on me? I've never had familiar phantom scents appear out of nowhere before.

Well, the old perfume fell out of her favor years ago and we recently purchased her a new one. At first I didn't really like it. How could anything replace the original essence of the woman of my dreams? I didn't think it could happen until a few minutes ago. I was just sitting here at my desk when her new perfume crept up on me only to vanish as soon as I thought I'd smelled it. I'm the only person presently on this side of the office.

My mind playing tricks? Or am I just falling in love all over again?

When I was young I wasn't hard enough on myself for the million things I did wrong. I was super arrogant. Now, I guess I feel like I've got no room to make big errors, so when I do, it bothers me for weeks. I'm sick of acting like an idiot, even if it is only .01% of the time. Here's to growing up.

So I've committed about 80% to growing my hair out. Today I've got the Peppermint Pattyesque hairdo and I'm not sure how much I like it. It's better than Charlie Brown I suppose.

Anyone else work with the nonsense person? You know, the person who drags out senseless conversations for an uncomfortably long period of time? We've got one in our office and I will actually change my direction to avoid them most times. It gets ugly when they corner me at my desk and leave no means of escape. Sometimes it gets even worse when I watch them corner someone important who's in a hurry. I start screaming at them (in my head of course) and silently wish them to drop dead of an aneurysm.

Oh, it hurts.

It's freezing in my office and I love it. I'm usually pitting out right about now.