12/18/13

2014 – A New Year’s Resolutions

As 2013 draws towards a close I think back on what I did and did not accomplish. I could have been more productive. I have a few regrets. These are all things I really want to fix.

I need to be a better husband. I need to communicate with my wife more and make more quality time for her. We need to play games and take pictures. We need to make memories like we used to. In modern times I do not think picture albums are as frequent as they were to previous generations. With out them though how can you go back and relive things. Looking at pictures on a computer, doubtful. I feel I need her to know how much I appreciate her, cause I do not think I do a good enough job.

I need to make a better life for us. In this respect I need a better job. I need to find something with better pay and less hours. 12 hours a day 5 or 6 days a week keep me from completing my above mentioned goal. I went a week recently without really seeing my wife. All because I went to sleep at night before she finished her day. And I started mine at 3am, way before she got up. I want to be a police officer. I need to be a police officer. This year, somehow I will be a police officer.

I do not know what people call it. What doctors or dietitians call it. But I call my current body style fat. I do not like being fat. I have been picked on because I was fat. I need to be in a gym 3 days a week, NO FUCKING EXCUSES for me!! Not only that though I need to adjust my eating habits. I have two bad issues. First is portion sizes, they are too big, just to much food per meal. Secondly I eat fast food way, way way way, to much. Taking a per-made meal for lunch to work will help both those. I suppose if I really want to dump extra on there. I do not eat a balanced enough diet. I need a little less fatty food, a little more protein and a lot less carbs. I also really need to up my H2O intake. That will wash some of the crap out I have eaten over the years. At least 2L a day.

My last big resolutions is money. To save much much more of it. To start saving it. I plan to become debt free sooner rather than later. Also cut down expenditures. There is not a need for so much of my money to go out. My wife should not ever have to pay for anything. I do not need satellite radio in the truck. And I am sure there are other services that will get the ax as well. We need to set down and make a budget.

This is going to be a big year and I am looking forward to it.

2014!

04/11/13

What’s this all about…

What’s this all about? I have a couple blogs I keep up. Including this one. But the thing is they are all specific in topic, niche or genre. But here I will talk about whatever I want. If I want to talk about work I can and then the next post can be something different. Guns, ham radio, electronics, projects, trucks, travel, travel, bitchings, or just whatever. I will also re-post almost everything from my other blogs here.

Let me give you a little incite. I’m a cluster fuck. I had no drive when I was younger and don’t have a strong foundation in something. But I’m old enough and invested in those things that I’m stuck. I have got to finish what I have started, but have no interest or probably ability to because of proximity. I would like to restart this thing and now I am driven and wish enough to get it done six times faster than before. But there are people in my life that would frown upon this practice or worse. I am stuck and I do not much like being stuck.

c’est la vie

I am a very smart individual. I do not always come across that way cause I am always around people who are not interested or knowing in things I am smart at. I am not being  jerk, I was in the 90th percent on my SAT’s back in the day. I need to read more and overall maybe be a little more diverse in things I intake.

I swear to much.

I have always, by my definition, been the fat kid. I never swam in a pool with my friends cause I was that kid that wore a t-shirt in the pool. I was the fat. Plus I did not know how to swim till like age 19 or 20. Although to my defense I do legitimately sunburn easily. I am formerly a ginger as well, but I have browned out now. Again to recap, the fat kid, but I am rectifying that. 2006 I was doing well. I had shed a lot of weight I even had some straight lines in places, but then I moved.

When that happened I worked next to a eating establishment that was very tasting. Very tasty indeed. So I ate there/their cheeseburgers, phillys and other sandwiches for a year. O fuck me. Not only that, this new job was slow. Brand new store that had just opened in an emerging area of town. I.e. no business. Sedimentary conditions does not go far enough to explain the pace. So I got fat, from 2007 to the U.S. Thanksgiving 2010 I gained 50 pounds. Damn it!

Flash forward. I peaked this past January at 215 pounds. Damn it! At least that is the most I weighted myself at. I honestly probably peaked at 220 pounds. I am, according to my drivers license, 5 foot 10 inches. Lie being the key word, I am 5 foot 8. Damn it, no NBA, to round. Right now as I sit writing this; I exercise regularly(gym 3 times a week) and have started cycling again. I also do not eat shitty(for you, it was rather tasty) food from Andy’s Cheese Steaks. Nor work at the fucking, if you build it they will not come, Sherwin Williams. Bet you thought I was not going to name names. Hah.

When did shit hit the fan for me you ask? Let’s hop up a bit. By now it is late 2012 and I have not really eaten Andy’s for like a year and a half. In a pinch I would stop in but I would get chicken something. It is late December I have just given Sherwin Williams the finger and said fuck you guys I am going home. ~Cartmen It is wedding time and thank fucking shit the tux fit. Actually it fit pretty well, but neither here nor there. My new wife and I hit the honeymoon, a cruise down south to magical places I have never been.

Now to the point where ‘shit was hitting the fan’ our last stop. Second to last stop. Honduras, and a zip-line trip was the plan. To start with I thought my fat heart was going to explode from the 200 yard, up hill, on gravel, in the fucking jungle, hike to the starting point at a 45 degree angle. Fuck me. It was bad. They had water in orange coolers up there. You know it is bad when even drinking water makes you feel worse. Water is in everything how can it make you feel worse, it did. I wasn’t scared of any of this, it was a blast. But the catch to all this fun; at each stop to change lines you come to a stop, pull up on the cable a little so the guide can unhook you and then pull yourself up on the next cable to be rehooked. We did this maybe 10 or 12 times. It’s all fast paced no chance to stop and take a breather.

The last stop. I am going to die. My pulse from the relatively little physical exertion is in the 200 range. Although it’s hard to know with my veins retracted in from my high BP and dehydration. On the last platform I’m stuck, if I pull up one more time I am going to be in a Honduran cardiac ward. I am not sure there was one. Somehow I get on the cable and kind of like a blob hang there and ride down to the last point. I am pretty sure I made blob noses. I make it down to the shop where we started and my amazing wife gets us(me) a cold big bottle of water. In my mind my EMT training jumps in. When the ole brain works. I have done a blanch test on my finger, failed I close to try dehydration. I wasn’t even sweating anymore by the time we got done. NOT good. Next I am thinking ok where can Maggie get aspirin, would anyone there be able to do a 12-lead or have an AED and can she carry me to the boat? She is pretty bad ass, so I assumed so.

So SHTF for me when I almost died(felt like it) on my honey with my new wife in a unfriendly country. I remember sitting on a bench feeling embarrassed about my condition. I would have been super embarrassed if I had really had a MCI. I felt I let Maggie down cause if something had happened, really that entire day, I do not know how protective I could have been. I let myself down.