I just realized that the room number that my Dad is in right now is exactly the same as the room I had at the Howard Johnson when I got down here a month ago.
That’s really weird…
I just realized that the room number that my Dad is in right now is exactly the same as the room I had at the Howard Johnson when I got down here a month ago.
That’s really weird…
Yesterday I got home from work and pretty much did absolutely nothing but sleep – this irregular bedtime schedule of mine has just got to stop! So basically, here I am up at five o’clock in the morning trying to take care of some of the stuff that I had wanted to do last night…it’s just insane, I tell ya…
For probably the eightieth time this year, I started up my exercise routine again this morning, only this time I’m actually gonna stick to it – I feel like I have to. It’s not so much that I want to drop a little weight, even though of course that’s also a factor, but I just don’t want to end up like my Dad and the rest of the men in my family. Phase Two will be kicking in here shortly, as soon as I can get to the grocery store for some better food and my pots and pans show up in the mail. It won’t be easy because oddly enough, healthy food is more expensive than junk food, but it certainly beats putting yourself in the hospital from eating microwavable fried foods everyday. Nonetheless, if you happen to hear a news story about some guy’s death from exercising and eating too many vegetables in the Tampa Bay area, don’t be surprised!
![]() Verizon building – |
![]() western downtown / Bank of America building |
![]() southern downtown / Channelside & St. Pete Times Forum |
![]() western downtown / SouthTrust Bank & Bank of America buildings |
![]() southern downtown / Wachovia building & Davis Islands |
Now it’s off to do battle with the morning rush – have a great day! 🙂
“Today I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything I’d hoped it could be…”
Ok, so not really, but I only left home once and that was to get something for dinner. I did go to Wal-Mart and return the cheap, crummy “pizza stone” that I purchased broken the other week. It still sounds like a cool idea and I’ve heard that they’re the best for your Italian baking creations, so if anyone’s looking for a neat Christmas gift for me, there you go…just plan on spending a little more than $6 and don’t buy it at Wal-Mart!
I also broke down and bought an oven mitt because my dish towels simply weren’t cutting it anymore. Ever notice how you can never find a manly oven mitt? They’ve got more vegetables and flowers than you can shake a stick at, but no skeletons or diesel engines or anything. I’d have settled for even a solid-colored one, but nothing – maybe us guys don’t belong in the kitchen after all! I think I ended up with one bearing a farm scene with some cows on it. Sorry, guys – it was the best I could do…
And thanks to Kim’s insight, I’m now making ice the way that rich people do – something else is doing it for me! (…or do the rich people actually pay somebody else to move the little arm up and down for them, too?) It’s actually a pretty slick process, and I know this because I stood there and watched the entire thing…woo-hoo, party! The wild antics just never end when you’re at my place…
Quite the eventful day today…
Tomorrow is Friday, which is always a good thing! I’m debating whether I should go out and do something or just stay home and actually do all of the writing that I’ve been putting off for the last month (or more). Rumor has it that it might be fairly nice out this weekend, so we’ll see…
My monitor showed up this evening and I finally now have broadband once again, so that is good.
My router, on the hand, is still sitting up in Michigan some 1500 miles away, thus effectively making my other computer a big paperweight, so that is bad.
Also, the new wireless keyboard and mouse that I purchased just for this occasion absolutely, positively don’t work – it could be thanks to my craptastic computer that is just dying to be replaced. Once I get my finances in order here, an early Christmas present may very well be in order…
Anyways, I really don’t have anymore excuses for not getting back to work now, so that having been said…goodnight. 😛
Also, does anybody know how to work the alleged “ice maker” in my refrigerator? In Michigan, the ice maker worked by simply filling an “ice cube tray” with water and placing it in the “freezer” (or by simply placing it “outside,” for that matter…), but this new device has me both intrigued and behooved, and I’m not sure if that second word even applies in this case…
Why does the mood icon for “Dirty” have a sad face? Apparently these people have never see any of Christina Aguilera’s videos on MTV…
The cable got hooked up on Friday and contained all of the usual favorites, with the addition of a new feature referred to as HBO On Demand – easily the best whatever-amount-that-I-paid that I’ve ever spent! No more schedules or staying up until three in the morning or messy tapes to rewind – with this swell, new service, I can watch Curb Your Enthusiasm whenever I want, for as long as I want. I could even sit down right now and watch an entire marathon of Sex in the City that would likely last into the wee hours of the morning. I won’t, mind you, but I could and that should be enough to have all of you calling your cable companies at this very instant – life without this service isn’t really even living at all.
This public service announcement has been made possible by HBO Networks, the producers of such fine cable programming as Taxi Cab Confessions, The Sopranos, and of course, Real Sex. Where exactly is the hottest place to have a three-way? Subscribe today and find out for yourself…
And by the way, in researching auto insurance providers, what the hell is it with Florida drivers, anyways??? I knew that they were pretty crazy and all, but apparently this is the worst state to operate a motor vehicle in…at least according to all of the big corporations that would like to collect my money on a long-term basis. I haven’t paid these kinds of figures ever, even considering the big Firebird incident of ’98!