Summer Agenda

It's on the verge of being another late night, but HW and I started our morning workout schedule today. So 12:40am feels later than it really is for me. We were up and at it around 7:30am. It's been a while since I got up that early on a weekday. Sounds odd, doesn't it?

Needless to say, I am on course with how I want my summer to go. I want to see the sun rise and watch it set. Well, seeing it rise on occasion. Ok, nevermind, the only time I want to see it rise is when I am heading off to the airport for a flight to some beach with nothing but rum cake and coronas. Although, on a realistic note, this is the time to get the most out of the daylight and I have spent too many summers trapped behind closed doors working on some implementation for work. This is the summer that I reverse my priorities.

Working out, hanging out, and hitting them out of the park. Oh, I have softball on Mondays and not to forget, a floating volleyball game some time once a week. It's a packed schedule, but at least it isn't work!

Today I had an incident that would perfectly describe me as the Knight in Dull Armor. Jeanne calls me in a slight panic, because she bought this huge framed picture that will not fit in her car. She's standing outside of the store with half the frame hanging out the back of her car. I have no idea how she got half of this picture in to her trunk, but it's my job to take it out and figure a new way of transporting it home safely.

I am usually pretty good at sizing up a car and finding a way to pack anything in it. Think of a rigormortis elephant that needs to go into a Mini Cooper. I can make it happen. No chainsaws, I swear.

I make my first skillful attempt, because I have done this a thousand times which means I know what I am doing, and I begin to lift the picture frame to move it out of the trunk. Within the first lift, there was enough torsion to crack the glass straight down the middle! Jeanne spent a good ten to fifteen minutes wiggling and pushing this damn thing into the trunk and it takes me one lift to crack the glass from end to end. Experience, my ass, I put the Donkey in Donkey Show some times.

We were left with one choice and that was to crack the glass carefully. Question is, what to do with 3 square feet of broken glass? We left it in a shopping cart so some mother could drop her kid right on top of it while putting him in the child seat. Serves a mother right for not looking.

Just kidding, we put a huge note on the glass for the store to handle at their convenience. How cruel do you think I am?!

Well, I continue into this very hot end to spring without A/C in my car or home. The car is one step closer since the mechanic diagnosed the evaporator and determined it is just the o-rings. Do you want to see my O,O,O-ring? Didn't think so.

My house will be dependent on a referral of a guy that fills his schedule when he is sober, but at least he is cheap!

Until my A/C is fixed in my house, milk is a bad choice.

Hey, you help me fix my A/C and I'll stop the milk reference. :)

A/C Makes Milk a Good Choice

Today was a good day. I conquered a lingering task that has relinquished control of my melting spirit. Ok, a litle dramatic, but let's see you go through a third summer without A/C in your car. I know, I know, many people do it. We aren't talking about those people here. I need my A/C and for the sake of my passengers that have to deal with my soon-to-be-patented arm-out-the-window-A/C-alternate-system speech (I like dashes can't you tell!).

My first step into A/C greatness resided with me taking time to pull apart my dash in order to remove the evaporator and expansion valve for diagnostic testing. It really wasn't a daunting task, but you better believe I showed off the prize in hand like King Kong after a hard fought battle with some T-Rexs. To make a long story short, two years of A/C trouble will be culminating into a wonderful love story between a man and his frozen nipples. That's right people, I am keeping R12 refrigerant in my system. Friend of a friend of a friend of Kevin Bacon kind of deal.

Next project: The leaky A/C compressor that pumps luke-warm air into my house.

I wasn't meant to live with A/C apparently.

Milk is always a bad choice for me.

Taboo on a Saturday Night? Insanity!

It's 4:00am and I have to get up for a brunch in 5 hours! The insanity needs to stop. I am on another California time schedule. This is what happens when I go to Cali to visit family and get plenty of rest. I come back to D.C. on west coast time and plenty of energy to burn. However, the energy only lasts so long, but the time schedule keeps on ticking.

Although, this night was worth it. Hung out with the God Squad and Harry. haha. Met some new people. Diana H. had her friends over Diana W. and Ruchna (Sp?). I googled Ruchna and came up with some Polish pages. The Ruchna I met may be mistakenly Polish. If you don't follow my twisted logic it would go something like this, "Ruchna, aren't you Polish, because google says you are?"

We played some Taboo on a Saturday night. I fear the repercussions for saying that online, but I like living on the edge. The men versus the women. I don't know what the hell is wrong with women, but they are on some freakish wave length that allows them to know exactly what each other is thinking.

Example.
Woman #1 "You take this thing and add it to the other thing to get THE thing."
Other Women collectively "Hydrogen"
Men "WTF!"

Guitar Tab learned tonight:
Wonderwall by Oasis (I will refer to it as "Today" to drive Ruchna nuts).
Far Behind by Candlebox *I want to learn this song*

Quote used more than once today:
"It is hot outside, milk was a bad choice."

Mudane and Sporadic Dramatic Begins

So much has been going on in my life I have found the good ol' memory can't contain it all. As with most things, I am late to the party, so this is my introduction to blogging. I don't know if it will suit me and I am pretty positive it won't suit readers looking to saturate themselves with dramatic mindless dribble that people can post to their blogs these days.

This is more of an attempt to chronologize the days that slip by without further notice, so I can look back and say, "yes, I do remember the little things that mattered to me back in the day."
So, I will attempt to keep you afloat with the mundane and sporatic dramatic events in my life. However, I ain't no Thoreau and my English Literature teacher gave me hope of a good career by narrowing my choices when she said, "I am sure you will be great at other things."