Weekend, Fantasy Football, Workout
I have been busier than a cat covering up poop… Busier than a one legged man in an ass-kicking contest…. Busier that a Taiwanese whore during fleet week… You get the idea.
Here is an update to my awesome life. (That is sarcasm for the sarcasm challenged.)
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Weekend
Saturday night Mr. Awesome and Horse come over about 7 we had beers until about 9 then went to the Westport Flee Market to see The Zeros. They are an eighties cover band that plays eighties pop music they usually pull in the chicks so we try to go when ever we can. You can check out there My space page here.
Reggie and his wife showed up a little later. After a few Jaeger Bombs and some lemon drops (and more than a few Bacardi and cokes) I was feeling pretty good. Then out of the blue Reggie turns to his wife and says “We have to go, these guys are not having any fun with you around. You are ruining their night!” Talk about shock! Nothing really shocks or surprises me any more but when he told her that I almost pooped my pants. I yelled “Reggie!!!, What is wrong with you! He just looked at me with a stupid look. The whole statement was not true whatsoever. I like his wife (even though at 5’-10” she is freakishly tall for a woman).
We left about 11:30 because there were no girls worth my time (I am very selective) and went to…. You guessed it Kelley’s ran into Burt’s brother Chris (he was stoned) and his moron friend (who is a ALWAYS stoned). Horse and I left about 2 or so then stopped by Quick trip for some, lets call them “tasty”(?) burritos and went home. Mr. Awesome showed up about an hour later, (My bet is that he was smoking "you know what" with Chris and his Moron Friend, but you can’t tell anyone that.) Then Mr. Awesome and I stayed up until 5:30 in the morning drinking and talking. About lots of stuff but I can’t remember what.
I woke up about 12:30 Sunday afternoon with what I can only describe as on of my top 10 worst hangovers ever. I was supposed to go into the office for a few hours but that just was not going to happen. I was also supposed to go to the gym and weight in but that did not happen either. But what did happen was I did move from my bed to the couch to my office and then back to the couch and then back to bed (also to the bathroom and the kitchen but I think that goes without saying) in the evening.
I think I was still hung over Monday morning, but not real bad, but I knew something was defiantly amiss with my brain function, or maybe I was just mad that the Chiefs lost that bad, I don’t know.
At work I had a really big submittal due this week so I knew I was going to be really busy, but I have no idea I would be this busy. The hours that I worked this week were: Monday 6:00 a.m.-midnight, Tuesday 6:00a.m.- 2:00 a.m. Wednesday 6:00 am – 10 p.m. But I got the project done and now can spend all day catching up on my emails and all that kind of stuff. Tonight I can hit the gym (for the first time in almost a week) and catch up on all my TV that I have missed.
Which reminds me, you have to add HEROES to your list of must watch T.V. and set you DVR to record it, it’s a great show.
I will probably work on Saturday but it’s on my time so I can go in when I please and work as much or as little as I want. Either way I am staying home Friday and Saturday night.
I will probably get my hair cut on Saturday, and my oil changed, and laundry, but we are going plan that day as it comes I don’t have to do those things I just need to.
I have been seriously worn out this Thursday and Friday morning. I think I need to go back to bed or just crawl under my desk and take a nap.
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Fantasy Football Update
Two of my three fantasy football teams are all in the toilet. In the Jayhawk league I am a 0’fer meaning I have not won a game yes I am 0-6 It’s not that I have bad players it’s just that they are not producing as well as they did last year.
At my bar league in Lenexa we are the only team without a victory. That league is totally different scoring system than most leagues we get 6 points for a receiving touchdown or a rushing touchdown but only 3 for a passing touchdown which make the running backs, and receivers more valuable than anyone else. (we don’t get any points for yards) so with 16 teams in that league all of the starting running backs are all ready taken and you have a crappy pool of players of which to chose from if you want to pick up any one during the week. We are also in a suicide pot at this bar. A suicide pot or league is where you pick one team each week to win if they don’t your out! If they do you have to pick a different team the next week. The kicker is that once you pick a team you can not pick them again.
My league at the bank with Scooters wife is doing pretty good, we are in a 2 way tie for second place at 4-2 Which I think is pretty good seeing how I nothing to do with the draft, all I did was rank the first 15 players that I wanted on our team and the website (yahoo sports) did the rest. She paid the league fee and I control the roster and who we start each week. So basically I am the manager and she is the owner.
Workout
When I started working out in September I was walking 4 miles in about 1 hour and 15-20 minuets. That was just walking, because I could not run more than 50 feet without wheezing and almost passing out from lack of oxygen. Now, I am walking on a treadmill at 3.5 mph and running at 7.0 or 8.0 for over half a mile at a time. I can travel as far as 4.5 miles in the one hour that I am on the treadmill. The most improvement has been after I joined the gym on October 1st. On that day I traveled 3.50 miles in the one hour, which is a step up form where I started. Since then I have increased the speed of the walking from 3.5 to 3.7 or 3.8 and the distance of the running has gone from less than a quarter of a mile to over 0.75 miles at a speed of 6.5 or 7.0.
I no longer have pants that fit me. Every single pair of pants that I own, slacks, jeans and khakis, I can button and zip up and still slid them off. They are not falling off but the point is I (and you too ladies) can get them off my body without unbuttoning or unzipping my fly. Just unbuckle my belt and slide them down and say hello to Mr. Happy!
I was walking though the office the other day when someone came up to me and said that my shirt was way too big and that my flat front pants looked like they had pleats in them. The waist was all bunched up in the back and they told me I look like 5 pound of poop in a 50 pound bag. I said thanks and kept walking. Fucking asshole why would a stranger think it was o.k. to say that to someone?
With all that I have done, why don’t I see any difference in the mirror? Why don’t I see any change in my waist line? Why haven’t one of my chins gotten smaller, or disappeared? Why don’t I feel any different?
I started this diet because of the way I looked not the way felt. I always felt fine. I just looked like shit. Apparently I still look like shit, Because no one noticed that I had lost weight last weekend.
I am just venting a little.
Have a nice weekend and thanks for reading.
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