Labor Day weekend has come and gone. With it, my birthday showed up. Saturday night, we did a family dinner out for my bday at one of our favorites, a place called the Black Bear Diner. My birthday, being Sunday, the Wife and boys went to church, and I went up to the pub to hang out for awhile. An hour or so after being there, I found out some movie company was there shooting some scenes for some mafia boss-type movie. No one well-known was going to be there, but supposedly the movie stars Nicholas Cage and Mila Kunis. I guess the scenes they were shooting that day were more about the bad guy and some bar scene. I watched a couple of them. One guy, I'm guessing the one in charge of extras, heard it was my birthday, and if I stayed long enough, he would get me in a scene "close to the action" as an extra, but it didn't work out. I waited for him to get me, but he never did. On their way out he sort of apologized, saying he hadn't realized til some of the regular guys were there, that I was a bit bigger than they, and would appear more intimidating than they were. Great.
Either way I still had a fun time. The Wife and I went to dinner at Black Angus, a little more expensive steak place for those that don't know of them. Good birthday. Monday, Reverend Mother came by with some cookies, leftover home made potato salad and some 'white girl' salsa Sis had made. And some cassette tapes she had at home she thought I could listen to in my truck, since I griped about the radio last time. Then the AC at the house went out.
Tuesday I got AC repair to the house, supposedly fixed it. Some board had some scorch marks on it but covered under warranty (yea!) but when the Wife got home last night, it still isn't working. She and the boys stayed over at the MIL's, I stayed home as I had to rise early and get to work. No idea when we can get the AC repair back here as they want access to the thermostat inside, but with our schedules, we may have to wait until the weekend.
This morning, already frustrated with some work issues from Monday, the AC not working, a night sleeping in warm house (it is 7am, and only 91 now, but was up 98 last night at like 9pm), I got up early and headed to my truck. There is a nice large puddle of coolant underneath. The garage my shop uses is in East Mesa, in other words, across the valley (about 35 miles one way) so no way am I able to drive it there with this issue. The garage doesn't open until 7:30 (it was about 6:20 at this point). I called my boss, gave him the heads up. He has the number for the owner of the garage, and within a few minutes, both of them calling me, we got a tow set up.
Tow company calls. They are based in East Mesa, and with morning rush hour, it will take them 1-2 hours to get here (which is about right - takes me about 50 minutes to go to the garage prior to morning rush when I take it in for maintenance. Then I am to ride with them to the garage to pick up a company loaner van (we keep a couple there for this situation with out tech fleet). That will be at least another hour. Then I can got to work (about 15 mins from the garage). I might make it in by 10:30, when I started the day planning to be there at 7:30. In the meantime, I get to sit here in this warm house, waiting for the tow, prattling on about how frustrated I am with all the problems happening to me right now.
At least I have cookies .... for breakfast.
Lunch on Thursday morning with Preacher Tom ... unless more bad stuff happens.
Thanks for reading my rant.
PeacE
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Wednesday, September 9
Saturday, January 8
Life's Temptations
I got to quit going to bed early, even if I do feel tired. I was in bed and actually going to sleep about 9pm last night. Not too bad, considering usually it seems lately more like 10-11 before I am there. My only problem is, I guess the body is preferring to get XX hours of sleep, because today I am up at 4am. I laid there for a good 20 minutes before deciding, sleep was not going to come back at that exact moment. I thought maybe if I got up for a couple hours, I could then lay back down and nap a couple more too. We'll see if that works.
Temptations. Oh, they are all over the place when they are things you are not supposed to have. For me, it is food. Or rather, types of food. A year ago I would have seen something that looked tasty and if I wanted one, I got one. Now I salivate and drool, imagining how it would taste. The texture as I chewed it. Oh, I tear myself up thinking about it. And my downfall... is cookies. I don't think I have ever ate a cookie I didn't like. I care for some better than others, but I love them all in some form....or cut shape.
Lucky for me, all the cookies I received for presents, I was able to be rid off (read: I ate them all) before returning to the diet after the new year start. I figured I could do okay, as long as I didn't buy any to have around the house. I do have two butter-sized tubs of pre-mixed cookies (just add eggs and water I think) on the shelf, but I am in no fear of using them. Too much effort to make them (though I so love them warm and soft from the oven). So I feel pretty safe. That is, I felt safe until I happened to take stock of what was in the 'fridge the other day.
We had a couple days worth of leftovers, and I was taking inventory as I was searching for the older of leftovers for my lunch. Common sense, so that it gets eaten before going bad. As I opened various containers to see contents, I came across a tube of cookie dough. You know, a tube, like the plastic wrap kind you see biscuits come in sometimes. Where you just open, and slice the cookie dough, and put in oven - 15 minutes you have cookies. Hastily, I put it back, not even noticing the type of cookie dough it was. Determined I was not to be tempted. As I put it back on the shelf, and moved a couple things over to sort of block it from my sight, I see a tub of dough on another shelf. a Bigger amount of pre-made cookie dough. This was too much for me. I grabbed the smallest Tupperware of leftovers - not caring what it was, and shut the door.
I used to think the Wife loved me. Then I thought, maybe she still does and was going to make me cookies as a surprise. But wait, she has been so encouraging about the diet, that why would she undermine me like that? Then I realized what had happened. School fundraisers. May they be hated by parents everywhere for the guilt they put on you. No one wants their child to return to school with absolutely NO orders, and find themselves buying at least one thing (though they may never need it). I vaguely remembered products of this sort being offered by not one of the boys, but both this year. I think she bought one from each.
And it had to be cookies.... sigh.
PeacE
Temptations. Oh, they are all over the place when they are things you are not supposed to have. For me, it is food. Or rather, types of food. A year ago I would have seen something that looked tasty and if I wanted one, I got one. Now I salivate and drool, imagining how it would taste. The texture as I chewed it. Oh, I tear myself up thinking about it. And my downfall... is cookies. I don't think I have ever ate a cookie I didn't like. I care for some better than others, but I love them all in some form....or cut shape.
Lucky for me, all the cookies I received for presents, I was able to be rid off (read: I ate them all) before returning to the diet after the new year start. I figured I could do okay, as long as I didn't buy any to have around the house. I do have two butter-sized tubs of pre-mixed cookies (just add eggs and water I think) on the shelf, but I am in no fear of using them. Too much effort to make them (though I so love them warm and soft from the oven). So I feel pretty safe. That is, I felt safe until I happened to take stock of what was in the 'fridge the other day.
We had a couple days worth of leftovers, and I was taking inventory as I was searching for the older of leftovers for my lunch. Common sense, so that it gets eaten before going bad. As I opened various containers to see contents, I came across a tube of cookie dough. You know, a tube, like the plastic wrap kind you see biscuits come in sometimes. Where you just open, and slice the cookie dough, and put in oven - 15 minutes you have cookies. Hastily, I put it back, not even noticing the type of cookie dough it was. Determined I was not to be tempted. As I put it back on the shelf, and moved a couple things over to sort of block it from my sight, I see a tub of dough on another shelf. a Bigger amount of pre-made cookie dough. This was too much for me. I grabbed the smallest Tupperware of leftovers - not caring what it was, and shut the door.
I used to think the Wife loved me. Then I thought, maybe she still does and was going to make me cookies as a surprise. But wait, she has been so encouraging about the diet, that why would she undermine me like that? Then I realized what had happened. School fundraisers. May they be hated by parents everywhere for the guilt they put on you. No one wants their child to return to school with absolutely NO orders, and find themselves buying at least one thing (though they may never need it). I vaguely remembered products of this sort being offered by not one of the boys, but both this year. I think she bought one from each.
And it had to be cookies.... sigh.
PeacE
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