Being a writer is tough. I know. I asked one once.
Sometimes your mind spins in a million directions throughout the day as you take in one seemingly improbably event after another. You think to yourself: “Damn, this is gonna’ make a great blog post when I sit down to write it!”
But hours later when you sit down to write it you hesitate.
You’re not sure if you can’t prioritize or perhaps you’re thinking back and realizing it only seemed funny to you. Sure, that cat who was minding its business on the couch in the waiting room of your doctor’s office should not have been slapped by that child who should not have been there and is probably a satanist. Wait a minute, that actually is funny. You think back again. Perhaps you hesitate because you can’t remember and you start to feel like Julianne Moore in Still Alice. If you haven’t seen it, don’t worry. Spoiler alert: she battles Alzheimers Disease throughout the flick.
Tonight I hesitate for one reason. I don’t know that you’ll believe the things I’m about to share. But hesitation is only good for a moment then it becomes angry and spiteful not unlike Christina Aguilera. Oh well, here goes…
Our microwave broke right before Thanksgiving. It was three weeks outside of the warranty. Lowe’s wouldn’t touch it. An appliance reply lady said it would be cheaper to buy a new one. We’ve been using a borrowed microwave from my wife’s aunt. The woman actually has at least two of everything you could ever need in her house. She lives alone and does not know how to use most of her things. I contacted General Electric where I received some of the best customer care I’ve had in a long time. A service rep informed me that they would essentially pay us for the full cost of that microwave. All I had to do was peel a sticker off the inside. Oh, and I had to provide proof of purchase. Done and done. Oh, and I had to cut the cord off the microwave and send a picture of it. Rachel at GE did not explain this one to me very well, nor even exactly what kind of picture she wanted. I experimented before settling on the picture you see here. On closer review, perhaps I was not supposed to pose with the cord? Why bring this up now? Well, after emailing the pictures to GE I got another reply from them that they had not received the pictures. Turns out the email was still in my drafts folder. No, I did not take new pictures. Yes, the check is on its way. Go GE! You bring good things to life.
I had friends over this past Saturday and decided to get creative with my bar. Say hello to Mr. Limey. He’s British, naturally. I thought the evening went beautifully until my wife informed me after our guests had gone home that I was a little drunk. Limey was supposed to see to it that I kept it classy. Bastard. He hate me because I’m also Irish. The next day my wife changed her words a bit to say that I wasn’t “drunk just talkative”. I’m not sure which is worse. My apologies to my guests that night. I thought we had a good time.
My workout is going very well (I think). I’m on week 3 of BodyBeast. This is the first phase and it’s called “Build”. The next six weeks after this are called “Bulk”. Then the final three weeks are called “Beast”. I don’t like to brag – because there’s precious little I can honestly brag about – but somehow I was blessed with calves the size of Howitzers. Think I can skip leg day and continue to work on my pathetic chest? I think that’s a distinct plan. Seriously, though, calves? I only know one person who says “Man I wish I had calves like yours” and he’s a trainer. I’m also never sure when he’s pulling my leg. No one walks around saying “Gotta’ get huge calves!”
Finally, it is Ash Wednesday. Or at least it was until an hour and five minutes ago. At midnight on the dot, this Daddy went straight to the fridge. As a Catholic, Ash Wednesday is one of our two fasting days. I’ve gone days in my life where I’ve eaten less. But when someone tells you that you can’t eat; that’s when you want food. Also, I’ve been up around 3000 calories a day on this BodyBeast diet. To drop down to almost nothing really was painful. Thank God a day is just a day.
And thank you for reading this far. I’m off to bed. I’m sure there are many more bizarre events to happen for me tomorrow. Don’t hesitate to share this post with others.