Sunday, January 31, 2010

Weight Check - January 30, 2010

Current Weight: 293.5 pounds
This Week’s Weight Gain or Loss: 1.5 pounds down
Goal Weight: 140 pounds
Goal for Next Week: 5.5 pounds

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Weight Check - January 9, 2010

Current Weight: 294 pounds
This Week’s Weight Gain or Loss: 3 pounds down
Goal Weight: 140 pounds
Goal for Next Week: 3 pounds

Friday, January 8, 2010

Get Your Own Task!

The one thing that amazes me the most about working to take care of a parent is the number of people that have no clue how to truly be helpful. If there are 15 tasks to do, and I am working on one of them, then helping me means picking an unattended task – not picking my current project and mucking with it.

My father has finally agreed to the disposal of items in his storage unit. Prior to this, he was holding on to everything that was not stolen by the crack head because he wanted something to leave my brother and I when he dies. My brother and I are not interested.

Anyway, I was finally able to convince him to sell everything in the storage unit. I found the name of a company that specializes in this sort of thing. They sell everything that can be sold and donate what cannot.

Before I could set up an appointment, my father called to let me know that one of his friends would be handling this. It’s irritating because his friends never follow-through and always muck things up and cause more problems then they solve.

Really, I thought I had finally convinced him to stop helping me. I guess not.

Strangeness in the Elevator

I am fortunate enough to work at a company with great benefits, which includes an on site car wash. This may not seem like a big deal, but it gives me back at least one hour on my weekend to be able to do this at work.

I typically drop my car off in the morning and pick it back up at lunch. There were two gentlemen in business suits in the elevator when I got on to go down to the garage. Ours is a strictly casual company so I’ll assume they were either sales representatives or interviewing for a job.

Man in Suit #1: Hello there.
Me: Hi
Man in Suit #1: Would you like a hug?
Me: (taken aback) No thank you
Man in Suit #1: Aw, come on (grabs me and gives me a hug). We’re from Texas; we’re friendly.

I’ve been to Texas. I have friends from Texas. I seriously doubt that, in state where carrying guns is as normal as carrying around a pen to write with, people go around grabbing strangers for a hug.

Love Lines

George never returned any of my phone calls.

Peter ended up flying out at the last minute for my birthday. Things seemed promising while he was here, but I’ve not heard from him since.

I reconnected with Bren, whom I went out with once three years ago. It’s interesting how people remember things. Bren accused me of standing him up twice. As I remember it, he and I had a date. He called to say he would be late. 45 minutes later – and long after the original start time of our date – he called to say he was not coming.