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30 NovemberIt's the great pumpkin...kitchenSo I painted my kitchen today. Technically the color is called Mulling Spice,
however it looks pumpkinish. It's not really a bad color; in fact it kinda
grows on you. That said, too much pumpkin is bad for any kitchen. ramblings by Whitey on 10:17 PM
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ramblings by Whitey on 10:28 PM
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13 November
My secret from Mom
Mom Finds
Out About Blog
This story, albeit fiction, made me consider the fact I've hidden my website
from my mother for years. My mother also believes that I only have a Yahoo
e-mail account. A tad bit overboard, yes, but necessary. There are just some
things your mother shouldn't read. She probably wouldn't be surprised at anything
she read, but I'm sure she would have some unapproving comments about sharing
my personal life with the world wide web.
I got smacked in the mouth tonight during circle spar. The inside of my top
lip is cut and swollen, but at least there was no blood. In a twist of events,
the father of the teenage boy who smacked me apologized after class. It was
a nice gesture, but I explained, those things happen, it's part of the training.
Speaking of which, I must have been especially aggressive tonight because
I've got bruises popping up all over my arms. My forearms are aching from
blocking the kicks those teenage boys.
It also seems my limited jogging has paid off in the do jang. I was able to
complete all 120 sets of leg lifts without pausing. Ok, before you think of
got abs of steel, we did the leg lifts in sets of 40 in-between basics.
What should be week #2 of 5k training has morphed into week 0. The icky flu
like stuff kept me from progressing. Looks like I'll repeat week #1 for a
third time. My jogging inspiration, Litch, has ended his marathon training
until he packs on some weight. The guy does 3 weeks of marathon training and
his weight plummets. Of course if I was running 8 miles every day...I'd die.
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12 November
Not Gonna Do It
I got
a new desk and a new computer today. Someone commented that I was now a professional.
How did this happen?
I've got a lucky monkey, eating a Smartie, sharing a puppet stand with a Justin
Timberlake doll on my desk. I've got Rod and Todd Flanders battling Picard
over a mini pink pig that belongs in a gun that shoots pigs. Did I mention
the alien garden gnome with a birthday party hat on top of my desk hutch?
I've got a beer poster on my office wall. Beer, how can that be professional?
I refuse to be a professional.
Sure I'd like to be a professional some day, just not today. I've got gossip
to spread, practical jokes to pull, inappropriate clothes to wear and people
to piss off. I will not go down without a fight!
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10 November
If you have a problem no one else can fix...
I've struggled with flu-like symptoms for several days so my blogging duties
were neglected. Since I'm feeling better, let's catch up on events.
Karate Jim is convinced Green Belt Mike was flirting with me Friday evening
at the do jang. I was there to watch the black belt testing process, as was
Green Belt Mike. Karate Jim was recertifing as a black belt while watching
me in the corner. Ok, that sounds like he was stalking me from afar, he wasn't...
at least I don't think he was.
Convinced that Green Belt Mike is putting the moves on me, KJ hatches a diabolical
plan. So in addition to taking his black belt test, watching me, eyeballing
Green Belt Mike, he concocts and executes his plan. Enter Orange Belt Carla,
his minion. Orange Belt Carla conveniently works her way around the room,
feigning concern that some poor soul with red jeep Cherokee has left their
inside dome light on. She continued with a horrible tale about a dead battery
and the horrible repercussions that would follow.
Well, guess who drives a red jeep Cherokee? Guesses? anyone? Surprisingly
Green Belt Mike owns a red jeep. Coincidence? I think not. Green Belt Mike
rushes outside to his jeep and I remain transfixed on the testing process.
Green Belt Mike returns concerned that someone was breaking into his vehicle
because there was no light on. I'm guessing at this point KJ realizes the
flaw in his plan, me. I didn't flee the scene when the opportunity presented
itself.
Upon reflection, AND a talk with Karate Jim, it seems I was supposed to use
the jeep distraction to escape Green Belt Mike's evil clutches. Orange Belt
Carla failed to indicate that Green Belt Mike was a nuisance and her ruse
was really an escape plan for me.
Green Belt Mike managed to piss me off with his incessant rambling, so I maneuvered
my way across the room about 20 minutes later.
I feel like I've just recapped another exciting episode of the A-Team.
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08 November
Mongo Lives
Did anyone else at the karate clinic notice Mongo? It might have been hard
to spot 'em mixed in with the crowd of inbreeds, but Mongo was there.
Candygram for Mongo!
Mongo never got a candygram before.
Ok, I'm being mean, but there was a woman, yes I said woman, who looked like
Mongo from Blazing Saddles.
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I've Been Abducted
My Mom and Dad stopped by my house this morning while I was out at a karate
clinic. I rode with Righty to the clinic so my Jeep was under the carport.
My Dad was worried that I had been abducted because my watch was still on
the counter. "Why would she leave without her watch?" questioned my Dad.
When I got in, there was a message from Mom to call and let her know I was
alright. So I called and she told me Dad's crazy abduction idea. I explained
the watch on counter was my running watch and I only wear it when I run.
My Dad thinks I've been abducted but they don't bother to call the police.
What's wrong with this picture?
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01 November
Bathroom Battle
Changing faucet washers aren't as easy as my Dad lead me to believe. Our
plumbing adventure began Thursday afternoon. Primed with all his tools because
let's face it, 2 screw drivers, a hammer, a wrench and a pair of pliers hardly
qualifies as tools; we began to dismantle the bathtub faucet to replace a
worn washer. Three hours later we had removed the cold side thingamajig (yes
that is the technical name) but we managed to fuse the hot thingamajig to
the wall. I was left Thursday evening with bigger leak than the one I started
with.
Reinvigorated by Sears and a good night's sleep, my Dad made another attempted
to dislodge the hot side. With the help of a blowtorch and a special pair
of vice pliers, the hot contraption was removed. Friday evening we tried to
reassemble the new faucet hardware. According to Dad it would only take 10
minutes to reassemble everything. Ha! Ha I say again. After installing the
new non-leaky hardware, we discovered the cold system would not turn into
the off position. One trip to Home Depot and two hours later it looked like
I would spend the entire weekend without water.
Dad actually left Friday evening without successfully repairing the cold system.
I filled every available pitcher, pot, and bucket with water. Not ready to
accept defeat, I took apart the cold system, compared it to the hot one, aka
the working one. I noticed an extra washer on the cold side, removed it, reinstalled
everything; turn the water on and BAM! it worked. I may not know anything
about plumbing, but I am observant. My Dad was a miffed at how he could have
missed something that simple, but I'm just glad to have water.
In other events, I'll be giving my Halloween party recap when pictures become
available. Since I still don't own a digital camera, I have to rely on the
kindness of others.
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