Out like a Lion

The whole shoe throwing thing worked out well today. I got up at 6:05, sent an email, and left a voice mail that I would not be in today, set up an out of office notice for my email and voice mail, then went back to bed till 7:00 (yeah, that's sleeping in for me, what can I say - gettin' old).

I had a nice breakfast, read the paper on the porch - told you it was nice out - then washed up and took the truck for an oil change. I haven't had an oil change in 4 years. The oil filter was so old and clogged, it was leaking in my garage, so I broke down and did the oil change. I went the extra mile and had them flush out the engine.

Came home and raked up theyard a bit, caught some lunch, then went into New Haven for an hour or so. It was hopping. I'm really diggin' the have.

After the Have, went to the gym, showered, then out for a few beers. It's March 31st, 11:30 in the P of M, and still in the 60's. March is out like a Lion baby.

Throwing a shoe

I think I'm gonna throw a shoe tomorrow. It's gonna be in the 70's and sunny, and the muni golf courses open tomorrow. I also haven't taken a sick day in years.

Oh yeah, and no one seems to know that Throwing a shoe is an expression for calling in sick. I can't say I remember who I got it from, but I believe it goes back to the days when cops used to ride horses. When the horse would "throw a shoe", the cop couldn't work. I googled the expression, but got no answers.???? anyway, the shoe, I'm gonna throw it, for at least 9 holes - or 9 beers, which ever comes first.

New Lost

I just realized there's a new Lost on tonight. Um, Yay!!. I'm so freakin' hooked on that show.

Bitter Bill

This, Bitter Bill, well, um, yeah, this kinda describes me to a tee. It's a sad story, but a true one.

When I google images for Bitter Bill, you don't get a picture of me, but Bill Buckner. Damn those 86 Mets!!!

Bush on Glue

Georgie boy must be sniffin' ye olde glue.
He's pretty much given up. I just wish he gave up years ago.

Work it Annie

I was at the gym tonight, finish up with the weights, and decide to do some cardio - on account of all the beer I drank this past weekend (St. Patrick's Day Parade - I should post about this).
Anyway, I hopped on a Precor Crosstrainer, and start my workout. I usually mind my own business, and always have the ipod on. Well, I'm workin my stuff, listening to some tunes, when I see this odd shadow of the chick on the crosstrainer next to me. She's all of 4 foot nothing, with a huge red puff of permed hair and she's huffing and puffing like some sort of a freakin' train. She's thrashing her head from side to side and huffing and puffing in synch. I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing. She did this for the next 1/2 hour.

Havin' a bird

It smells like Thanksgiving in my house. I'm gonna be wicked busy the next few days, so I'm cookin' up a turkey, and a shit load of mashed potatos (or is it "potatoes"). I'll have leftovers for the next few days. Sorry, no stuffing.

Now that's the good Catholic

Ok, so I did the whole ashes on the forehead thing on Wednesday, and abstained from eating meat, and even fasted during the day, but I'm having trouble with the whole no meat on Friday thing. I did good so far. It's like 7:30 in the pm, I had toast and coffee for breakfast, a delicious heaping baked ziti for lunch, and now, i'm sucking down my fourth beer, unable to decide what to have for supper. I think I'm going to have a buzz for supper - oop - got that already!

I felt guilty on Ash Wednesday. I ran to mass right after work and got the whole cross on the forehead thing, then ran to the gym. I had to do the brush off. I was afraid I'd be sweatin' ash right in my eyes. Does that kinda abate the whole meaning? My intentions were good, but what's the old expresion???

Anyway, time for another beer - and maybe I'll settle for a grilled cheese. Ummmm grilled cheese.