The excuse:
My father was in town from Wednesday until today. I just didn't have time to sit down and do a normal post. Since I've missed a couple, I figured I'd do one today to "make up for it".
The week:
I was at home this week.
No, really. I was at home.
Like San Diego home.
And it was everything I thought it would be and more. I can't explain how wonderful it was to wake up on Sunday morning with no obligation besides sitting in my chair and watching NASCAR*.
Since I was home, this turned out to be a rather busy week. Saturday was grill shopping. I've been wanting a grill for quite a while, and with my father showing up later that week I figured that Saturday was a good a day as any to go shopping.
Grill shopping is certainly a man's endeavor. Abram, Karin and I went off to look. Karin and I had many discussions that went very much like one that I witnessed when we were at Lowe's:
Husband: Look at this one! It's a combo gas and charcoal.
Wife: But we don't ever use charcoal.
Husband: <stunned look on his face not understanding why his wife is missing simple logic that using it isn't important - it's simply the fact that you have it>
After visiting 3 stores, we found my new baby at Lowe's. 5 burners, 50,000 BTU's, rotisserie, and a sear burner on the side. We christened her with 3 dry-aged prime NY strip steaks. Outstanding.
Wednesday brought another oddity for me - I went to the airport to pick someone up and not be dropped off.
My father came in for a visit. The timing worked well as this will likely be the last month that all three of us boys will be living in the same city. While we didn't do much touristy things, we all were able to spend time with Dad, and that was the goal of the visit. He also wound up meeting several of our friends who all loved him. Despite my explanation that Bill Cosby was right and this was not my father and he was being nice simply so he could get into heaven, they all thought he was great. And we three boys were all again reminded by everyone how much like our father we are.
On Saturday a handful of us saw Eddie Izzard. Great show.
The travel note:
So I'm walking through IAH (George Bush Intercontinental) when someone comes up to me and says, "I know you!" After I apologized, she informed me that she's a waitress at The Mission (a killer breakfast place in San Diego that Karin and I go to often.) I guess it really is a small world - or something like that.
The exercise:
I don't want to call it a "diet". I also want to point out that I'm not putting notes about this to "brag". I want to make it public so I have some level of accountability.
I was only able to get out and jog 3 days last week as, again, my father was in town. Also, when we have guests, that generally means eating out where you can't always find (or really want) healthy items. So my diet (eating habits, not self-starving) did take a turn for the worse. Should be able to do better this week.
The five:
The five this week was inspired by a quick brainstorming session with Sarah - five things I can't bring myself to do.
- I can't eat processed cheese sauce. I just can't do it. I have never tried it, but I just can't stomach the thought.
- I'm just not interested in the least in Disney___. Yeah, it's the happiest place on earth, but give me Six Flags over Disney any day.
- I can't do horror movies. Even most thrillers. Almost didn't see Sixth Sense because of it - but that is probably the edge of what I can watch and not have nightmares over. Yes, I'm a chicken.
- I could never again be a full time developer. As a trainer I get to play with things. As a full time developer it's a job. And not a fun one.
- I can't seem to get back into a good habit of getting Five's up on Friday. (Sorry, B.) I need to get back into the flow of things.
3 comments:
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I'll take my crack (er - Friday Five) any time I can get it.
And, I must have missed something, but I didn't know you are a NASCAR fan. Excellent.
Like you need reminding that all 3 of you boys are EXACTLY like your father!
@michelle-
No, I really don't need reminding. I hear it every time I go back home.
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