A Tale of Two Robbies
I feel so much better.
This is what I looked like as of Sunday morning:
Ugh. Well, there's no excuse for the morning hair, but god...it was just overgrown and everywhere. It felt like I was housing a raccoon on my head. A raccoon that had been electrified. It would never just part or style. And that face? Ugh. The fully grown in goatee (note how my goatee grows in BLONDE), and beard growth everywhere else, too. I was a sloppy looking dude.
Here is what I look like today!
That's more stylish. Rockin' the gel, facially clean. I even tweezed my eyebrow for extra neatness. I feel solid today. Much better. I don't look like I'm on my way to the soup kitchen anymore.
As per last entry, the Seahawks DID sign TJ Houshmandzadeh, so...life is good. Although we are no longer "projected" to drsft Michael Crabtree because of it.... Screw that, Seattle draft him anyway. You don't pass up on that level talent! And if you do, I will end up sticking to my No Sports Watching Ever rule after all. Don't make me rue you. I so will.
And the Penguins have won their 4th straight! Huzzah!
Yesterday was the pits...I was tired of taking Motrin once a day, so I thought I could go into work without doing so. BAD IDEA. After about an hour or so at work, I was in so much pain, I thought I was going to throw up. I'm not even exaggerating; this is not hyperbole. I thought the pain was going to make me vomit. After a while, my shoulder just went numb; all I had was an annoying dead tingle in my shoulder. So I left work about two hours early (on top of my shoulder, I had already gotten all my work done, and I had errands to run anyway, so it was just a convenient day to do so. Well, as convenient as godawful sensations in my shoulder can ever be. So...not really all that convenient. You know) and headed out to Jiffy Lube for my oil changed (My car was 200 miles past its 3000 mile mark, but it was also 2 months past the 3 months mark. I don't drive all that many miles in a month. Also, Kathleen was trying to convince me I could stretch it out to about 5000 miles and save a lot of money on oil changes in my life. I think she is kind of nefarious, so I refused to listen to her).
My dad, who, a few months ago when the banks were getting bailed out and needing help, CLOSED HIS BANK ACCOUNT because he honestly thought the bank was going to close in the night and run underground with his money, needed me to go to my bank and deposit his tax refund after my oil change. That was annoying...I can't believe he won't just open a new account. He keeps saying he will, but...I don't believe him. Now I have his own money sitting in my bank account, and that makes me feel really weird. Like it's going to grab hold of some of MY money when I go to withdraw it for him and take it with it. No! Bad not-my-money! Leave my money alone! Don't fraternize.
Come to think of it...man, I spent a lot of money this week. This paycheck was definitely into the red for me, which I try very hard not to do, but I just couldn't help it. This week was my student loan payment, my cell phone bill, my oil change, a big stop at Wal-Mart, a haircut, a gas fill-up, and I'm taking Kathleen out to dinner and a movie tomorrow... That's a big week.
Sidebar: I forgot how expensive relationships can be. Rewarding, but they make it hard on my miserly saving ways.
I will have to go back to thrifty saving ways this weekend's pay. It is car insurance weekend, but that's BFD. Do that, put a little on my credit card (which only has, like, $50 on it anyway), and miser the rest away. Wooo.
This is what I looked like as of Sunday morning:
Ugh. Well, there's no excuse for the morning hair, but god...it was just overgrown and everywhere. It felt like I was housing a raccoon on my head. A raccoon that had been electrified. It would never just part or style. And that face? Ugh. The fully grown in goatee (note how my goatee grows in BLONDE), and beard growth everywhere else, too. I was a sloppy looking dude.
Here is what I look like today!
That's more stylish. Rockin' the gel, facially clean. I even tweezed my eyebrow for extra neatness. I feel solid today. Much better. I don't look like I'm on my way to the soup kitchen anymore.
As per last entry, the Seahawks DID sign TJ Houshmandzadeh, so...life is good. Although we are no longer "projected" to drsft Michael Crabtree because of it.... Screw that, Seattle draft him anyway. You don't pass up on that level talent! And if you do, I will end up sticking to my No Sports Watching Ever rule after all. Don't make me rue you. I so will.
And the Penguins have won their 4th straight! Huzzah!
Yesterday was the pits...I was tired of taking Motrin once a day, so I thought I could go into work without doing so. BAD IDEA. After about an hour or so at work, I was in so much pain, I thought I was going to throw up. I'm not even exaggerating; this is not hyperbole. I thought the pain was going to make me vomit. After a while, my shoulder just went numb; all I had was an annoying dead tingle in my shoulder. So I left work about two hours early (on top of my shoulder, I had already gotten all my work done, and I had errands to run anyway, so it was just a convenient day to do so. Well, as convenient as godawful sensations in my shoulder can ever be. So...not really all that convenient. You know) and headed out to Jiffy Lube for my oil changed (My car was 200 miles past its 3000 mile mark, but it was also 2 months past the 3 months mark. I don't drive all that many miles in a month. Also, Kathleen was trying to convince me I could stretch it out to about 5000 miles and save a lot of money on oil changes in my life. I think she is kind of nefarious, so I refused to listen to her).
My dad, who, a few months ago when the banks were getting bailed out and needing help, CLOSED HIS BANK ACCOUNT because he honestly thought the bank was going to close in the night and run underground with his money, needed me to go to my bank and deposit his tax refund after my oil change. That was annoying...I can't believe he won't just open a new account. He keeps saying he will, but...I don't believe him. Now I have his own money sitting in my bank account, and that makes me feel really weird. Like it's going to grab hold of some of MY money when I go to withdraw it for him and take it with it. No! Bad not-my-money! Leave my money alone! Don't fraternize.
Come to think of it...man, I spent a lot of money this week. This paycheck was definitely into the red for me, which I try very hard not to do, but I just couldn't help it. This week was my student loan payment, my cell phone bill, my oil change, a big stop at Wal-Mart, a haircut, a gas fill-up, and I'm taking Kathleen out to dinner and a movie tomorrow... That's a big week.
Sidebar: I forgot how expensive relationships can be. Rewarding, but they make it hard on my miserly saving ways.
I will have to go back to thrifty saving ways this weekend's pay. It is car insurance weekend, but that's BFD. Do that, put a little on my credit card (which only has, like, $50 on it anyway), and miser the rest away. Wooo.