So I realize I just went a little over a week without an update, and then I throw a bunch of anti-victimization stuff at you. I've likely just scared off half of the folks at work that have viewed this blog approximately once. They probably think I'm crazy, but then, they likely thought that before they read my blog, so I think I'm par for the course.
My father has been torturing me with stories of derring do up on Whidbey Island. You know, the best place to be in the summer, complete with lovely trees, clean air, and 70 degree highs. *sigh* My only consolation is that he is enjoying that lovely weather by scraping the moss off of the house and priming and painting. At least he has his friend Tom there to keep him out of trouble......then again we are talking about Tom here....
I've spent the last week roasting in the heat, conducting a continued war on the weeds attacking my yard, learning that I need to put down more fire ant killer (ouch), and tormenting my neighbors by being *that guy* who stalks around his yard with no shirt on, muttering at the air and glaring at nothing in particular. Some of you may know that one of the two trees in my front yard died not too long ago. I had it replaced under warranty, but the new one started drying out as well, despite my changing the drip system for a twice daily soak. I immediately got suspicious and found and fixed two leaks in the drip line (both from over exuberant yard care "specialists" and cable installation technicians - or pot-smoking college kids in the lingo of the "biz"). I have the sprinkler folks coming out on Friday to give it a looksee, and am soaking the tree manually with the hose in the mean time.
My loan was sold to Countrywide. I'm not sure if it's a good or a bad thing, but they adjusted the escrow rate for my property taxes, so there's a little extra cash flow to use to stabilize the financial front, which, while doing fine, could be doing better. Just means I need to drum up more side work and not spend too much money dining out, which is a favorite past-time of mine.
On the patriotic front (thought you were going to get away from that in this post weren't ya?), I was also the only person who put up an American Flag for July 4th, within three streets (and the guy three streets over is an ex-Marine who flies his flag every day). I spent the previous weekend mounting the flag holders on the house. I am mounting in brick, so I did the right thing, went down to Home Depot, and got a masonry drill bit the correct size. I then learned an important lesson. I was killing myself trying to drill the hole. I'm thinking "I intentionally purchased a nice corded VSR Hammer Drill for just this purpose - why is this so hard?!?" When drilling masonry, or anything for that matter, it's pretty important that you have the drill set to drill IN, not OUT. Bugger. I managed to melt one of the two bits in the size I needed, but the remaining 7 holes were like butter. So there I am, the morning of July 4th, standing in front of the house (shirtless of course, gotta keep up appearances), and look up and down the street. Not a flag in sight. Not quite sure what this country is coming to. I seem to remember growing up that at least half the houses on our street flew their flags on such an important holiday. Just to drive the point home, I flew the Old Navy Jack next to Old Glory. Don't Tread On Me indeed. And to further make my point, I flew them both Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Take that!
So, now that I've established myself as the neighborhood "Peace Through Superior Firepower" nut...errr....I mean advocate, I've finished the effect by ensuring my grill regularly emits large amounts of carcinogens formerly contained in various meats, at least three times a week. I've been getting a lot of use out of it, chicken, bratwurst, steak, hamburgers, mmm.
Luckily, I'm offsetting the red meat fest with regular trips to the gym for strength training. Yeah yeah, it's not cardio or endurance, but I keep my sets close enough that my heart rate is running at a solid cardio rate for at least 30 minutes, which should do just the trick. I'm hoping to start playing soccer with a friend's over 30 men's team a little later this year. It sounds like they have some openings, and I figure I'll get in shape faster by doing something fun while exercising than staring at a wall on a treadmill. Meanwhile, I'm actually in the best shape I've been in since...well...since I swam competitvely as a little kid. My waist size is pretty much back to what it was in college, and the beer gut is melting off in a very visible and motivating way. Sweet.
So what have I been up to? Really, tending the lawn, grilling, ducking blog posts, getting some client work turned out for extra scratch, lifting weights, using a garden hose, and working my rear end off at Pursuant in the hopes I'll still be gainfully employed with them next year. ;)
Hope all is well with the rest of you!
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