I have been reading, reading and reading, quizzing, quizzing and more quizzing. Things are starting to get a lil blurry…
I do think I’m drinking a lil too much coffee though.. don’t ya think?
Trenta sized cups are almost too small for me these days. Although.. I do feel a bit twitchy..
I promise…
Taking my boards can’t come soon enough. While I’d love to jump gleefully across the finish line, at this rate with the lack of sleep, and continuous question quizzing I may very well …
But if that gets me to that ominous place where I can say “I PASSED”. I’ll gladly crawl with pride.
So the wife and I are in the middle of a packing BLITZKRIEG. We have approximately 10 days to move 8 years of stuff out of our house and transplant it 90 miles to our new town house. All to be finished in one week’s time as of typing this post.
So every waking moment we’re not at work, we’re packing.
This morning I woke up in a zombie-like fog & haze. All I could think of was what I’m packing and carrying next. LOL
I can remember be ‘bright-eyed and bushy tailed’ when I started my grad program. I was ready to become ‘scholarly’ and educated. Three years later I’ve been battered, beaten and rode hard. The above picture just says it so perfectly.
Heh heh.
I have to have a lil bit of humor as this chapter of my life comes to an end.
You would think by I’d be used to being on my feet all day long. There are days I don’t sit down, and there are days that I don’t remember standing still. What doesn’t make complete sense to me is how I feel after my shift.
My lower back is stiff. I have to work the kinks out of my knees and my hips. My whole body just feels beat up.
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Weird
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Here’s the irony. I am also a CrossFitter. We tend to self-mutilate ourselves every time we do a workout (sort of humorous, but slightly true). If it isn’t the sore muscles, aching joints or tender to touch body parts, it’s the “I got hit by a truck” feeling after a workout. Or better yet I come home having hands like this:
What I can’t completely wrap my head around is that fact that there are days when recovering from a long shift at work is tougher than recovering from a grueling CrossFit workout?
“I wanted you to laugh for your 40th birthday, not cry”
Those would be the words spoken by my wife, when she told me we were going to see Lewis Black: The Rant is Due live on stage. We’ve been a fan of his for years, with his neurotic and pseudo-angry shtick that he gives over and over again on TV and in Movies.
I thought his performance was spot on. He delivered. It’s hard to place your finger on the ‘why’ this guy is so funny, other than he says what everyone else is thinking when it comes to hot topics of our human race. Of course he peppered his show with jabs at our wonderful health care system, obamacare, the marvel of electronics, and poking fun at the multiple difference in our generations present and past. Oh, and he HAD to berate social media powerhouses like Facebook and Twitter (which I thought was hilarious).
I just love how his ‘Rants’ are always so animated. He reminds me of about a dozen people I grew up with. I keep waiting for him to have an aneurysm or heart attack, he’s so ‘animated’ and ‘stressed’.
Thanks to my beautiful wife, I can say that I did cry, but it was only from laughing so hard.
I recently purchased a new pair of Inov-8 shoes (that I love by the way). So I took to the internet to search for another pair, or something similar, but at a discounted price. I hopped through a couple different websites, including Zappos (which I love) looking for any good deals.
Now almost every web page I visit that has advertisements shows me these:
You think Big Brother could slow his roll? Just a bit?
These are the things I think of every year on my birthday (not just turning 40)…
Ides of March
In modern times, the Ides of March is best known as the date on which Julius Caesar was assassinated in 44 BC. Caesar was stabbed to death at a meeting of the senate. As many as 60 conspirators, led by Brutus and Cassius, were involved. According to Plutarch,[14] a seer had warned that harm would come to Caesar no later than the Ides of March. On his way to the Theatre of Pompey, where he would be assassinated, Caesar passed the seer and joked, “The ides of March have come,” meaning to say that the prophecy had not been fulfilled, to which the seer replied “Aye, Caesar; but not gone.”[14] This meeting is famously dramatised in William Shakespeare’s play Julius Caesar, when Caesar is warned by the soothsayer to “beware the Ides of March.”[15][16] The Roman biographer Suetonius[17] identifies the “seer” as a haruspex named Spurinna.
On the anniversary of Caesar’s death in 40 BC, after achieving a victory at the siege of Perugia, Octavian (later known as Augustus) executed 300 senators and knights who had fought against him under Lucius Antonius, the brother of Mark Antony.[18] The executions were one of a series of actions taken by Octavian as Caesar’s adopted heir to avenge his death. Suetonius[19] and the historian Cassius Dio[20] characterise the slaughter as like a religious sacrifice, noting that it occurred on the Ides of March at the new altar to the deified Julius.
Yeah… hopefully no one will stab me in the back (literally or figuratively)
And since I was an 80’s wild child, of course I think of this…
You gotta love Anthony Michael Hall’s Farmer Ted character
We’re heading out this evening to catch a stand-up act by a well known comedian. My wife claims she booked the event so that I would laugh on my 40th birthday, not cry.
