But that is what the weekends are for. The FF3 adventure is now over. I spent part of the morning completing the game. I did something I normally don’t do, and glanced at a walkthrough last weekend to see how far I was through… I couple lines of “advice” I read stuck in my head. Turned out to be a big mistake to follow them. Close to the end of the game, they start to unload a cap load of ribbons onto you, the “advice” I read said you don’t need to use them on your fighters… Ass hat! From the point where I last could save the game, and now is 5 hours… at this point, failure is not an option. I ended up having to defeat the final Boss with 2 of my 4 players… Both my powerhouses dead.
Saddam got hemmed up last night… or this morning depending on where you are. It’ll be interesting to see what happens next.
I’m on a vacation from the gym… hehehe. And I have to say, I feel pretty good. Everything is all healed up, and I am ready to roll. My start back date will be 1 Jan… that’s right bright and early.
I spent most of the last week… feeling not quite right. In part, this is why I decided to take the week off from the gym. I had slight headaches, body aches, and some stomach issues throughout the week, but nothing serious or consistent. I think I might have been some sort of strange bitch strength flu.
Tonight
It’s the 30th… and as some you should know, miltownmom is throwing her … I think 12th annual holiday party. I’m planning on stopping through.
The Ortiz Liddel fight is on tonight. Me thinks I want to see that.
Whelp… I’ve gots some stuff to do… and if we don’t talk between now and then…
I finally got a chance to go through some of the video footage that I took at the party that I went to last week. I have no idea why I find this to be soo funny, but for some reason it kills me every time I watch it. I hope you’re not mad Missy. You guys better watch this as much as possible, just in case she tells me to take it down lol.
Seriously… I think we need to get together and shoot the entire video. You can see more pictures form the party on my Flickr account.
Seriously… I wanted to get a post in tonight, but the time just goes by… I even left work early.
I’m glad the weekend is here, and I am glad that it is a 3 day weekend at that… Always get a day off when I need one the most. Ive got so much to talk about, and no time to do it… so I’m going to do the Robo thing and talk about none of it at all.
Merry effin Chrismas to everyone out there in the world. As always, the group of guys that I hang with are doing a secrete Santa exchange, and as always I have no information on the who, what, when, when where, why, and how. I think we need to fire the organizer. Next year, I’m taking over and showing you rookies how it’s done.
To all of you local cats… miltownmom is throwing her anual holiday bash on the 30th… be there if you can make it… we’ll pour some out for you miltownkid.
Whelp… I’m going to get some much needed uploading to the flickr account done, and then hit the sac.
Dress code for tomorrow is casual. There is probably 6:28 left on that track… Take a sip of what’s below and Enjoy!
Here we go again…. My fav 4 at work… the complainers. Today was the chosen day that a couple of people decided to throw a surprise baby shower for one of the employees (x); and of course, the peanut gallery had to bitch about it. Another employee (y) just had a baby girl and no one did anything for him, why didn’t they at least acknowledge him today in the midst of the other guy’s party.
Enough is enough… I gathered the group and sat them down in my office. I let them know that the party had absolutely nothing to do with me, and nothing to do with the company. A “Friend” a coworker of his took the initiative to put this whole thing together and make it happen. All I did was ok the 30 mins of company time. So if doing this for person y is sooo important to you, important enough for you to shit on person x’s moment. Then why don’t you 4 take the initiative to do something about it. I think it sunk in to one of the girls’ heads, but I have little hope for the other 3. Idiots! It kinda sucks how much of my time I have to dedicate to stuff like this.
Enough of that crap… Time to make some money. ’07 is the year of ME.
I have changed my workout once again… I would fill you in on it, but I know that the competition is reading. I’ve got little time to get a lot of training in, but I look forward to the challenge.
It’s late, as always, I’m sore, as always, Good night.
I got home early today, and was totally planning on banging out a post, but first, I wanted to try to get the permalinks to work…. well after 2 hours I’m done. Screw it. Miltown is talking about me posiibly having the reinstall word press…. at this point, I don’t have the ambition to do so. There’s always tomorrow folks.
I have to say. Eating is very important… I had absolutely no energy tonight at the gym. So I punished myself by lowering the weight even more and further decreasing the time between the sets. I still managed to get a good one in never the less. I guess I should tell you that I din’t eat today.
The Xmas party for the company was last week Friday, and I still have assholes bitching. I also think I have stumbled across a good way to express my frustrations… and I’m not telling how.
Today, some crazy ass lady I know basically told me I was immature… You know who you are crazy lady … I know you stop by to read every once and again. We were discussing how women mature faster then men, and me being the asshole that I am, said, ‘except for me’… and she said, ‘no, you still have some maturing to do,’ and I say, ‘how so…’ she says, ‘your car.’
What’s wrong with my car? I don’t think there is anything childish about it. If driving a minivan is mature… then eff growing up. I also don’t have the desire to spend a bunch a money on a car that will depreciate quickly, or simply is just a piece of crap (reliability)…. ahem… BMW, Mercedes, Audi. (But when I get some disposable cash… I’ll think about it.) Now to be fair… I guess if you have kids, or a crap load of dogs, you end up driving a vehicle that is tagged as being more mature… IE minivan/SUV/station wagon. But also keep in mind, having dependants doesn’t make you any more mature than the next guy. Lesson…. Don’t judge a man by his car, but how clean it is…
I just kinda hung around for the day and caught up on some much needed house work. Clean clothes, clean toilet, and a fridge full of food… what more can a guy ask for? I started the day off by heading to the gym as usual. I have to say, my workouts lately have been pretty good. I had a small problem with my left shoulder by the time i got to my last set of exercises for the day… but not to worry, I cut is short, because I don’t like to push myself under those conditions. I never understood those guys in the gym who complain about something being in sever pain, as they proceed to push out another set using an extreme amount of weight. I think it’s a tad slow adapting to my new routine, but I figure if I keep it stretched out, and only push it to the point of it hurting, it will catch up with the other.
Sorry folks… I know it has been a while… you can thank FF3 fro that. After I get done with that, don’t expect it to get any better, because I will probably start FF12 shortly afterwards.
So last time we met, we talked I mentioned work and a story… well it goes a little somthin like this. My right hand wo-man at work is the one who usually sets up the Christmas party… Now, the one thing that pisses her off mare than anything, is when people make a commitment to show, and don’t…(happens every year) and I agree with her, being that I am the one that has to pay for it. Most places will ask you for a head count, and whether that amount of people show or not, the price stays the same. As we are spending approximately 30+ bucks / plate, you can se how absence can become quickly irritating.
So the invites go out; on them is the time that the party is to start, the location. ect. she also wrote, ‘If you are not 100% sure you can make it, don’t bother turning in a sheet.’ two weeks go by, and on the third, the week of the party, you guessed it… here come the excuses/complaints. Why is it a fancy place? Why is it Italian food? Why does it start so early? Mofos trying to back out.
Ever hear the saying, never look a gift horse in the mouth? I got so tired of hearing this crap, that I had to say something, and nip all of the excuses in the bud. The initial notice went out three weeks prior… If you have some input, don’t wait until the week of to share. If you don’t want to go, keep your effin mouth closed and don’t go.
The complaints about the time it started were the loudest though. Me being the nice guy that I am, told them, if they complete their work early on Friday, they can leave… Then I get all of this lip about needing to get hours in. So once again, I tried to work something out. I told them they can work late anytime during the rest of the week, and work it out with their supervisor to come in early on Friday. This whole process took about thirty mins… after we came to some sort of agreement, I went upstairs to check on some things, when I returned, I found out the the bitch that was screaming the loudest about getting her hours in took off 15 minutes early…
Now I’m pissed cause this broad wasted 30 mins of my time.
Next year I’ma get them 2 cheese pizzas and let them fight over them on their 30 min lunch break.
Happy Holidays
P.S.
The girl left work 1.5 hours early, and still showed up late!
Why not believe in me?
I was going to open a can of worms… but after a few minutes of thought… decided to save it for another day. The ignorance of some people never ceases to amaze me.
What a long week… As some… most of you guys/gals may know, my birthday was this past Saturday… Unlike miltowns birthday, mine was pretty uneventful. However, I did have the chance to do lunch with some old friends that I have not seen in quite a long time…
For my international audience; It’s cold as shit here… approx. -5 degrees centigrade. We had out first major snow storm last week Friday… dumped about 35cm (10 inches-ish). I have to say… I don’t recall not being ready for winter, but this year did kinda catch me off guard.
I’d like to say thanks to miltownmom for digging out the sidewalk of one of my properties
I really have to stop waiting until the end of the day to try and bang out a post… After the stress of the day, the gym after work, and then the ‘itis’ kicking in after dinner, my mind and the ability to transfer my thoughts are completely shot.
Case and point… I just remembered a crazy situation that surfaced at work today… I have to hear the other side of the story, but will definitely let you know the outcome tomorrow.
… I know you stop by to read every once and again. We were discussing how women mature faster then men, and me being the asshole that I am, said, ‘except for me’… and she said, ‘no, you still have some maturing to do,’ and I say, ‘how so…’ she says, ‘your car.’
