Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Hmm ... perhaps a Resolution is in Order

Adding onto the last post ... an update on the never-ending battle to make myself into a less-rotund human.  Over July and August, mostly triggered by the impending cruise, I was doing REALLY well, almost (*almost*) got myself down below 190, and on a great trajectory.

Then came the Great Flood (TM).  With no fridge, no sink, no oven, and no microwave, and no interest whatsoever in spending the money to eat out each day ... I basically had Cup Noodles every night.  Blech.

Anyway, you can see the year as-a-whole below:  Started around 200, a big gap when I helped take care of Dad and couldn't track, a nice dip in July & August that steadied out in September ... followed by the Great Flood and a return to the 195-200 range.  Poopies.


Anyway, what are New Years for, if not for making resolutions to get back to the gym more often?  This year isn't NEARLY as bad as the others, though, since I actually kept a decent gym regimen going through most of the year, and managed to keep myself at a not horrible weight.  This may actually be the first year in a decade that I start out less than 200 pounds.

Monday, December 23, 2013

Bloggy Update - Home Repairs & Holy Crap, it's Christmas Already?

Ok, a brief update on what's been going on in my life for the past couple months.  If you know me personally or follow me on facebook, you know that during the past 2 months, there's been some extensive repair work done on my home.  To sum up: I went out one Sunday afternoon to a friend's house to watch some football, and came back 8 hours later to find that the kitchen sink had been left running.  To this day I still don't understand quite how I let that happen; I have to walk right by the sink to leave through the back door, but I came home to a completely flooded kitchen, hallway & bedroom, which of course leaked through the floor and into the apartment below.

The damage was EXTENSIVE, and the repairs even more so.  Basically, the entire downstairs apartment had to be gutted, moldy & rotten wood pulled out, and then rebuilt from the studs.  In my upstairs apartment, the kitchen & hall floor was completely pulled up, along with most of the cabinets, and my bedroom was off limits for about a month.  The downstairs tenants moved to an extended stay facility for a few weeks, and I had to move into the office/second bedroom for a month and a half.

Let's just say it was not an experience that I'd care to repeat, and it took a lot more out of me than I thought it would.  The futon wasn't uncomfortable per se, but it's a futon, and after 45 days of waking up with a crink in your neck that won't go away all day, it gets old.  Since my bedroom was off limits, all my laundry and clothing was in piles on the floor, and of course Lucy's food and litter box had to be moved too.  Everything in the kitchen and pantry was moved into the dining room, which looked like a disaster zone.  The stove, fridge, sink, and microwave were all unusable, so my meals mainly consisted of water from the bathroom that was boiled and then added to Cup Noodles.  I actually washed dishes in my bathtub after I couldn't stand to have them tied up in a plastic bag any more.  There were exposed flooring and nails in the kitchen that I had to walk over every day to get to my car.  I know it pales in comparison to what some people in the world have to deal with, but for me, it was one of the more miserable periods of my life, and wore me pretty thin, especially towards the end.

And the worst part of all this - somehow, between the repairs, how the holidays fell on the calendar, work trips to South Dakota, Chad & Carter's wedding, volunteer commitments for the choruses and some personal/family issues I've been working through ... I almost feel like I got cheated out of a holiday season.  Fall and Christmas are my favorite seasons; my apartment is all decked out with decorations and while I'm always busy, I've always enjoyed being able to light candles and sit back for an evening and just relax in the general glow of the season.  Not so this year.  A few weeks ago, I put away all my fall decorations: all of the candle holders still had the unused tea lights in them from when I first set them up back in September.  I had every intention of trying to get the Christmas decorations up (and I did get the outdoor lights up, at least), but by the time the repair work had been completed and I actually had a home to decorate again, it was the middle of December and I had exactly zero free time left.  Which is basically to say that none of my holiday decorations ever left their staging area in the living room, and served as a constant reminder that the holiday went *poof* for me this year.

That's not to say it was all bad.  The family had a happy (and turducken-filled!) Thanksgiving that my mom, sister, and I spent days preparing and having a blast at the same time.  I was honored to be a part of my good friends' Chad & Carter's wedding.  Mom visited Richmond and we went to the Capital One holiday party, the Bizarre Bazaar, and the Sunday performance of the chorus' holiday concert.  Lucy kept crawling up beside me each night and nuzzled and purred as I fell asleep, even on the futon.  And while the gift shopping encountered a few snafus (the reason I'm sitting here typing this post and not driving up to Lancaster is because UPS is 3 days late on the overnight shipping that I paid for), it's mostly done, with only some minor assembly to go for the family gifts.


Still, I'm looking forward to at least a few days where I have a chance to reset and get back some semblance of normalcy.  Parting thoughts: we could all learn a thing or two from how Lucy approaches life during these hectic times: aware that something is quite amiss, but doesn't let it interfere with nappy time :)



Sunday, December 01, 2013

Congrats Chad & Carter!!! Also: Tasers

Ok, this is a bit tardy, but congratulations to my good friends Chad & Carter, who tied the knot Saturday the 23rd.  Visibly it was absolutely gorgeous (although more than a bit chilly ... brrr), and the ceremony & reception was as classy as I've come to expect from the couple and their tastes.  All the best to you both as you start this next phase of your life together.















But of course, it wouldn't be Gheby blogpost without a few turd blossoms thrown into the merry mix :)

I am referring, of course, to the Taser Incident.  Now, most of you are probably saying "Wait, weddings and tasers don't normally go together."  And ordinarily, you would be right ... but never underestimate the ability of drunken idiots to rewrite the laws of the universe.

So anyway, here's what happened.  A friend of a groomsman (although not a friend of the groom if he's to be taken at his word) decided to tag along with the groomsman to the wedding, and basically started drinking as soon as he got there.  Seriously, we kept running into him throughout the weekend, and every single time he was either drunk off his ass, or passed out.  He was drunk on Friday afternoon an hour or two after he arrived; he was drunk when he invited himself along to the rehearsal dinner, he was drunk at the hotel bar afterwards; he was drunk when he went out later and got into an argument with a Wawa clerk about them not giving him all the almost-expired food in the store free of charge; he was drunk when he dove into the hotel fountain that night; he was (somewhat mercifully) passed out on Saturday morning & afternoon while we were getting ready.  He was drunk at the reception, and naturally, drunk at the hotel bar after the reception.

It was the after-party at the hotel bar that did him in.  The bartender took one look at him stumbling around and told him that he wasn't going to serve him anything, and that he had to leave the bar.  Drunk Guy wasn't too pleased with this, but fortunately a few of his friends were also at the wedding, and they convinced him to go back to his room.  They must not have done a very good job, though, since 10 minutes later he was back. So the bartender kicked him out again, but 10 minutes later he snuck in a third time.  This time the bartender had hotel security "escort" him back to his room (which, incidentally, was right next to the bar, so we could see all of this), and inform him in no uncertain terms that he was to remain in his room for the rest of the night.  Just to get the message across, they stayed outside his door for a good 10-15 minutes before leaving.  Not one to be deterred, though, Drunk Guy snuck out the back of his hotel room ... and back into the bar for a fourth time.

At this point, the bartender had had enough, and called the cops.  So, four cops show up, and aren't mincing words with this guy that he needed to leave NOW.  They get into an argument, tempers heat up, and then Drunk Guy decides it's a good idea to punch one of the cops.  Yeah ... you don't do that.  As you might expect, as soon as he threw the punch at the one cop, the other were on top of him: getting him in a choke-hold, throwing him to the ground, knocking over tables & drinks; and then you saw the taser come out and *POP*, down he goes.

As you can imagine, lots of different things happened after that.  First, while most of the guests were enjoying watching the guy go down while pretending not to out of respect for Carter (who was understandably not terribly pleased), the hotel manager on duty was making no bones about which side she was rooting for.  "BOOM!  YEAH!  THAT'S HOW YOU BRING 'EM DOWN BABY!  UH HUH!! YEAH!!"  Second, a couple of us were trying to stop Chad (who was understandably pissed) from breaking into the groomsman's room (who was passed out in bed at this point) and committing grievous bodily harm.  Third, Drunk Guy was getting handcuffed on both his hands AND feet, and apparently still wasn't convinced that he should have to leave, because the cops had to tase him a second time in the hotel lobby.  Fourth (and most disappointingly) the bartender closed the bar down early and sent us all back to our rooms.  Harumph.

So anyway, that was the wedding!  Anybody out there have a wedding story that can beat some guy getting tasered?

White-Knuckling the Bay Bridge

Ok: the Bay Bridge.  I don't really have any reason to go to that part of the country, so I've only driven it a small handful of times (like 3 or 4, max), and when I've driven I was always on the "right" side of the bridge.  This time, though, I used the EZPass lane ... which shunted me right into one of the lanes on the "wrong" side of the bridge.  If you're unfamiliar with the Bay Bridge, it's actually 2 bridges separated by about 30 feet, each with 3 lanes carrying traffic in one direction.  Except that it isn't always 3-3 ... the bridge was designed so that during busy periods, one lane on each bridge could "switch" direction according to the volume need, and move to a 4-2 or 2-4 configuration.

Traffic-flow-wise, I understand this completely: if traffic flow is heavier in one direction during the morning, and then the opposite direction in the evening, then it makes a lot of sense to design your lanes to be able to switch their direction during the day as necessary.  Usually, though, this is accomplished on a single roadway with some movable barriers, where you're still driving with the rest of the people heading in your direction.  Not so on the Bay Bridge.  Here, they just painted a double broken line and put a flashing signal overhead to let you know whether you could drive it or not.

From a traffic-flow perspective: great.  From an actual-human-being-driving perspective: H-O-L-Y-C-R-A-P.  I was white-knuckling it the entire way.  Like I said above, there is no barrier on the bridge, so oncoming traffic is literally barreling right past you at highway speeds; and since the bridges are separated there's just a flimsy steel fence between you and a 50 foot drop down into the bay below.  In other words: 2 feet in either direction lies certain death.  Add into this that it was WINDY that day, so the cars were being tossed around like crazy, plus the fact that GPS was freaking out every couple seconds because it thought I was on the wrong side of the bridge and driving into oncoming traffic (which I kinda was), and you get the picture.  And if you don't get the picture, well then here's another after I calmed down enough to realize that it would be a fantastic blog post:


Seriously, did any of the engineers think this through at all?  I suppose the fact that we didn't have any major catastrophes is kinda proof that they did, but even so.  Not something I'm looking forward to again.