Monday, April 27, 2009

Sunburn, Beer, And Satisfaction

What a busy weekend.

On Saturday, Kate and I participated in the "Walk A Mile In Her Shoes" fundraiser. It's an organization looking to end violence against women.

I was one of the guys who didn't wear heels. Crocks were the order of the day. Flat, no real distance from the groud = uninjured Ben. (I hit my head constantly.) The track itself is a little bit more than a mile... Very easy walk if you're not wearing heels. The sun was definitely hot as it beat down upon us. I love sun. I'm still not used to the impact of not smoking on my blood sugars levels. I ended up having some kind of near fainting/disorientation because I hadn't eaten enough. I'm not used to eating regularly. Yucky.

Sunday Kate and I stayed home, and did some gardening together. We weeded and cleaned up the flower beds in the front/sides of the house. Later she went shopping at the local Hewitt's for mulch and other goodies. As she did this, I was out mowing the lawn and weed whacking. There's really nothing quite like busting your butt, then enjoying a tasty, ice-cold beer. It was nice to sit back after all the work and take a nice breather. When Kate got home, we mulched.

Then we made Dinner! It was fantastic. Cod Filets, asparagus, tomatoes, onions, mushrooms, and garlic - on the grill.

It was an exhausting weekend. Lots to do. Oh yeah... We got a lovely sunburn too.

Friday, April 24, 2009

A Night Out

Ah yes... Once again it's that time. The last Friday of every month - Troy Night Out. Always a ton of preparation, running around, and of course... Stress.

My wife's shop, down in sunny Troy, NY is a favorite haunt for the shopping folk. I know. I'm the guy in the back room serving them wine. I never really appreciated the the role of bartender before. Never thought much about it, really. In hindsight, I guess that's just what I am. I hear the interesting conversation, get approached to be the "judge" in friendly bets or the occasional spat. Sometimes I get to stand uncomfortably close to some creepy couple that wants to "hang out" with my wife and I. I watch the grazers who just eat for what seems to be an eternity.

Like watching an accident, you can't help but look while one lady with her McCain/Palin campaign button hanging heavily from her long-since discolored, yellowing hat

removes her dentures (while standing in line, at the table) in order to more efficiently cram a fistful of onion dip into her mouth. Every time I witness it, I thank the sweet lord that I get to glimpse part of the fish-white underbelly of the open house culture. God, I wish I had a hidden camera to document this stuff. It's like flipping through the tv channels, expecting Geraldo, but instead accidentally landing on "World's Most Shocking Childbirths".

Don't get me wrong. I love to help out Kate, and I pride myself on doing a job that no one wants to do. It's an interesting way to be a fly on the wall. You overhear, and see the strangest things. I love it.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

I Need A Lung Brush

Dear Readers (oops... I mean "Reader"),

I've just stumbled upon a website for those brave or crazy enough to just quit smoking "Cold Turkey". - Interesting site.

I can't stop coughing! I have enough phlegm built up to waterseal a large rowboat. The good news is that my head is less swimmy, and I can keep focus a little better.

Enough of the smoking stuff! I need to go to work. I'll have a more interesting post coming up.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Good Times

Love is a glass of wine, a good friend, and tons of tunes. Last night my good friend Lisa and I hung out at her new apartment, and relaxed. It was nice to not be running around fixing the computer problems of the world. My wife, Kate was out in Ithaca, NY for a concert (her favorite). I bought Lisa a nice bottle of wine as a house warming gift, and as we drank and talked and laughed, I was pleasantly aware of the music coming from her computer. We must have listened to hundreds of songs. Good stuff when you need to let some worries go.

BTW - I'm still smoke-free. When do I actually get to call myself a nonsmoker?

Saturday, April 18, 2009

A Bitter Divorce

Holy crap! I quit smoking last night (Friday April 17th). I've been a pretty heavy smoker for about 15 years, and let me tell you... I am climbing the walls. What the hell was I thinking? Oh well... This all stems from a trip to my local smoke shop. I, like many other die hard smokers, make my own cigarettes. You buy the tobacco and tubes, and use the machine to crank out a couple hundred of the little beauties at a fraction of their pre-made counterparts' price... That is, until April 1st.

A new federal and NY State 1-2 punch has inflated the price of my beloved from $25 for 2 cartons worth of love, to $87!!! When the smoke shop guy read this price to me, my jaw hit the floor. For once Mr. Smartass couldn't think of anything to say. I actually had to step outside and think about what comes next.

I made a snap decision in that brief moment. I'm not going to further line the pockets of a governmental system that takes half of my paycheck every year as it is! So now I'm paying for my idealistic knee-jerk reaction by chewing on my bottom lip, toothpicks, gum, you name it.

It's amazing how quickly the sense of smell returns.... My office reeks of old cigar smoke and ozone.


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