With hindsight being 20/20 and all, I have decided to re-write my to-do list from this past weekend:

1. Sweat a lot.
2. Eat a lot of beef.

A sense of accomplishment is important to me. I love the feeling I get when I successfully cross things off of my list.

What's cool?

Phone interviews. Suit and tie? Polished shoes? Nah. I just spent a half hour on the phone talking about a potential new job with a potential new boss.

I have bedhead. I'm wearing lounge pants. And I haven't brushed my teeth ( Read more... )

I feel like a complete idiot ( Read more... )

You know, I've got $150 that's been burning a hole in my pocket. As fate would have it, I noticed that a brand new stripper pole was available for sale on Craigslist. Perfect ( Read more... )

So I upgraded my cell phone. I feel like I was living in the dark ages as my old phone was purchased almost three and a half years ago. While the old one still worked, it was definitely showing its age: it was HUGE by today's standards (felt like a grenade), wasn't holding a charge for very long and the reception was decidedly poor ( Read more... )

My co-worker copied me in on a reply to an email message. Basically, a student is upset because he has to repackage his student loans. He must be under the impression that because he took out a loan for one school year, that those loans are good for as long as he is in school. But then again, after reading his message, I shouldn't make any ( Read more... )

I'm trying to determine the highlight of the Washington Capitals v. Carolina Hurricanes hockey game last night ( Read more... )

I came upstairs from the basement this morning having finished my workout. There I see Marshall standing at the back door, looking outside, obviously awaiting my arrival (his face was pointing outside but I could see his eyes were aimed at me).

Me: "Whatcha doing, man?"
Marshall (whispering): "Looking at the owl. Shhhhh."

There are at least two ( Read more... )

I'm a little concerned about what I read in this article.

Preliminary results from a survey of married couples suggest that disputing husbands and wives who hold in their anger die earlier than expressive couples ( Read more... )

A gal at my work is moving, so she and her boyfriend are trying to get rid of some of their stuff. The boyfriend had a few vintage ties that he was about to give to a consignment shop. I browsed through the lot, picked out a few and gave him some cash. So, I got several cool new (well...old) ties ( Read more... )