Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Hi, remember me?
I'm the guy that writes on this blog, only I haven't been keeping up with it very well over the past few weeks. I only have an excuse for no post last week, and that was because I was kinda ill the day before Thanksgiving. The rest I'll just chalk up to forgetfulness.
The weekend before Thanksgivning, my Fire Department held their annual dance fundraiser, complete with turkey raffle and other games of chance. I also had our annual NAPA Marketing Conference to attend the following evening with my dad and his girlfriend. Saturday morning, Dad asked if we could cancel one of the rooms we had reserved since his girlfriend wasn't feeling well. I checked the hotel policies, and they stated 24 hour notice or forfeit the first night's rate. Well, we were only staying one night anyway, so Dad and I went and had our own rooms. Only about midnight or so, he got sick. I didn't find this out until Sunday morning when I was waiting for him to call so we could go have breakfast...I decided to give him until 9:30 and call him. He requested that I bring him some ice, so I did that before heading to the buffet (we stayed at one of the casino/hotels in Council Bluffs, IA) for a very high protein breakfast. I had Roast Beef, Ham, Bacon, Sausages, a little bit of eggs, and a banana.
About 10:30 Dad's feeling well enough to be getting dressed and getting out of the hotel, so I help with his luggage and have him check us out of the hotel, while I go to the parking ramp to get my truck. He also had his truck down there, and we'd been having troubles with the battery in that, so I was going to make sure he got started even if he wasn't sick. I should mention that the reason we drove down separately was because I wanted to attend the meetings while he didn't, and we both had different plans for Sunday. All Sunday plans got scrapped when he got sick, as I had to follow him to make sure he got home. We got about halfway home and he was starting to feel like he was going to fall asleep, so he pulled into a convenience store and absentmindedly turned off his truck. This time it was a real pain in the ass to get his truck started...I bet we were stopped for over 20 minutes. It was to the point where if it didn't start the next time, I was going to have him climb in with me and temporarily abandon his truck, before coming back with a buddy of mine that is a mechanic. It started and we were back on our way.
Once we got back to our hometown, he drove this truck into the garage where it's kept (at our old house), so I assume he's fine and I head home to catch the start of the Homestead Nextel Cup race. Right at the green flag, I nodded off for half an hour (hadn't slept very well myself...peein' all night), wake up and realize I'd been home for an hour already and he wasn't home yet. I drove back to the other garage and found him asleep in his truck. He said he'd be right up, so I went back home and watched more of the race. Another hour went by without him being home, so I was just getting ready to go drag him out of the garage when I see him driving up the street. So I grab the cat that is kinda apathetic towards me, but really likes Dad, and meet him at the door saying "you're lucky you're home now...me and my enforcer were just coming to get you."
Thus ends the story of that weekend, but was told as background for my little bout with illness. Even though Dad and his girlfriend were both sick, I don't think it had anything to do with me. They were possibly knocked out (food poisoning) by some bad pickles, and I think I coincidently got some food poisoning from another source. On Wednesday morning at about 3:00, I seem to have had a little diarrhea, and at 5:00 or so, it was compounded with vomitting for one series. Got up at 7:30 to get my leg wrapped, and really wasn't nauseaus or anything, just had the runs. About 8:30 I decided that it would be best if I stayed home for at least the morning to stay close to the toilet, so I called Dad and told him that, which was fine. About 10 or so, I had another round of calling Ralph, and I don't know if it was the sink or the stuff going into it, but I could definately smell something that smelled like rotten eggs.
About noon I decided I felt well enough to go to work, so I called Dad and told him I'd be there as soon as I was dressed. We had a fire call at about 1:00 that I went to, got back to work about 3 after stopping at home to make some jello and relieve myself again. Then Dad let me off at 5:00 because we weren't very busy anyway, and I wasn't feeling 100%. One of the reasons I point to as a possible cause for sickness due to food poisoning was the previously mentioned rotten egg smell...remember I had eggs from a buffet on Sunday? Another possible factor that I haven't yet revealed is that on Tuesday night, I made some chicken and noodles, using raw chicken that I cut up prior to putting it in the pot to cook, then covered it with broth once it was cooked. Well, I made a stupid decision not to wash my hands after cutting the chicken and before going to the living room and eating some cheese curls while watching TV.
I'm kinda ruling out the flu or stuff like that because I really never had a stomach ache, chills, fever, body aches, or any other major flu symptoms, just the 2 that I've told ya'll about.
Thanksgiving was kind of disappointing, since if you know me, you know I love food and used to really enjoy tipping a few. As I was still kind of recovering from whatever it was I had on Wednesday, I decided that alcohol would not be good, and I was going to behave with the food intake. I can tell it really sucks to be surrounded by AWESOME tasting food and having to be careful on what/how much you consume because you're scared.
A similar instance happened to me a couple to a few years ago on Christmas Eve...my extended family (Dad, his girlfriend, and her kids & grandkids) was having a spectacular pre-made meal of prime rib, mashed potatoes, and such, but I couldn't take full advantage because that morning I had been to the ER with a nosebleed, and as a result had my nose stuffed with gauze and stuff. I'm so paranoid when it comes to my own blood...especially from my nose. If I see even a quarter of a drop come out, I'm done for 3 days from doing anything involving dipping my head or requiring more effort than a short walk.
Well, I hope I haven't made you sick or anything, and I hope you come back to read more when I post again (hopefully soon).
The weekend before Thanksgivning, my Fire Department held their annual dance fundraiser, complete with turkey raffle and other games of chance. I also had our annual NAPA Marketing Conference to attend the following evening with my dad and his girlfriend. Saturday morning, Dad asked if we could cancel one of the rooms we had reserved since his girlfriend wasn't feeling well. I checked the hotel policies, and they stated 24 hour notice or forfeit the first night's rate. Well, we were only staying one night anyway, so Dad and I went and had our own rooms. Only about midnight or so, he got sick. I didn't find this out until Sunday morning when I was waiting for him to call so we could go have breakfast...I decided to give him until 9:30 and call him. He requested that I bring him some ice, so I did that before heading to the buffet (we stayed at one of the casino/hotels in Council Bluffs, IA) for a very high protein breakfast. I had Roast Beef, Ham, Bacon, Sausages, a little bit of eggs, and a banana.
About 10:30 Dad's feeling well enough to be getting dressed and getting out of the hotel, so I help with his luggage and have him check us out of the hotel, while I go to the parking ramp to get my truck. He also had his truck down there, and we'd been having troubles with the battery in that, so I was going to make sure he got started even if he wasn't sick. I should mention that the reason we drove down separately was because I wanted to attend the meetings while he didn't, and we both had different plans for Sunday. All Sunday plans got scrapped when he got sick, as I had to follow him to make sure he got home. We got about halfway home and he was starting to feel like he was going to fall asleep, so he pulled into a convenience store and absentmindedly turned off his truck. This time it was a real pain in the ass to get his truck started...I bet we were stopped for over 20 minutes. It was to the point where if it didn't start the next time, I was going to have him climb in with me and temporarily abandon his truck, before coming back with a buddy of mine that is a mechanic. It started and we were back on our way.
Once we got back to our hometown, he drove this truck into the garage where it's kept (at our old house), so I assume he's fine and I head home to catch the start of the Homestead Nextel Cup race. Right at the green flag, I nodded off for half an hour (hadn't slept very well myself...peein' all night), wake up and realize I'd been home for an hour already and he wasn't home yet. I drove back to the other garage and found him asleep in his truck. He said he'd be right up, so I went back home and watched more of the race. Another hour went by without him being home, so I was just getting ready to go drag him out of the garage when I see him driving up the street. So I grab the cat that is kinda apathetic towards me, but really likes Dad, and meet him at the door saying "you're lucky you're home now...me and my enforcer were just coming to get you."
Thus ends the story of that weekend, but was told as background for my little bout with illness. Even though Dad and his girlfriend were both sick, I don't think it had anything to do with me. They were possibly knocked out (food poisoning) by some bad pickles, and I think I coincidently got some food poisoning from another source. On Wednesday morning at about 3:00, I seem to have had a little diarrhea, and at 5:00 or so, it was compounded with vomitting for one series. Got up at 7:30 to get my leg wrapped, and really wasn't nauseaus or anything, just had the runs. About 8:30 I decided that it would be best if I stayed home for at least the morning to stay close to the toilet, so I called Dad and told him that, which was fine. About 10 or so, I had another round of calling Ralph, and I don't know if it was the sink or the stuff going into it, but I could definately smell something that smelled like rotten eggs.
About noon I decided I felt well enough to go to work, so I called Dad and told him I'd be there as soon as I was dressed. We had a fire call at about 1:00 that I went to, got back to work about 3 after stopping at home to make some jello and relieve myself again. Then Dad let me off at 5:00 because we weren't very busy anyway, and I wasn't feeling 100%. One of the reasons I point to as a possible cause for sickness due to food poisoning was the previously mentioned rotten egg smell...remember I had eggs from a buffet on Sunday? Another possible factor that I haven't yet revealed is that on Tuesday night, I made some chicken and noodles, using raw chicken that I cut up prior to putting it in the pot to cook, then covered it with broth once it was cooked. Well, I made a stupid decision not to wash my hands after cutting the chicken and before going to the living room and eating some cheese curls while watching TV.
I'm kinda ruling out the flu or stuff like that because I really never had a stomach ache, chills, fever, body aches, or any other major flu symptoms, just the 2 that I've told ya'll about.
Thanksgiving was kind of disappointing, since if you know me, you know I love food and used to really enjoy tipping a few. As I was still kind of recovering from whatever it was I had on Wednesday, I decided that alcohol would not be good, and I was going to behave with the food intake. I can tell it really sucks to be surrounded by AWESOME tasting food and having to be careful on what/how much you consume because you're scared.
A similar instance happened to me a couple to a few years ago on Christmas Eve...my extended family (Dad, his girlfriend, and her kids & grandkids) was having a spectacular pre-made meal of prime rib, mashed potatoes, and such, but I couldn't take full advantage because that morning I had been to the ER with a nosebleed, and as a result had my nose stuffed with gauze and stuff. I'm so paranoid when it comes to my own blood...especially from my nose. If I see even a quarter of a drop come out, I'm done for 3 days from doing anything involving dipping my head or requiring more effort than a short walk.
Well, I hope I haven't made you sick or anything, and I hope you come back to read more when I post again (hopefully soon).
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Mememememe (I never know when to stop)
Here’s a fabulous meme the cool kids are doing. Consider it yesterday's "Wednesday Whatever" until I figure out something else to post.
1. How does she take her coffee?
Clear, sometimes out of the toilet.
2. Is she a morning person or a night person?
Awake or sleeping at any time of the day...no set schedule.
3. What kind of car does she drive?
She ain't all enough to drive.
4. Does she adhere to the speed limit?
Like I just said, she ain't tall enough to drive.
5. How long does she take in the shower?
Bath only.
6. What are her favorite food and favorite drink?
Canned Friskies and toilet water.
7. What kind of soap does she use?
Saliva.
8. What kind of shampoo?
Saliva.
9. What would she say is the thing she likes the most about you?
The way I set her down when I'm done torturing her.
10. What would she say is the thing that annoys her most about you?
How I torture her all the time.
11. How did you meet?
She and her sister were living with my sister.
12. Tell me about your first date with each other.
Never really went on a date.
13. Where does she hide her stash… and what kind of stash is it?
Usually where I step on it in the middle of the night....kinda gross.
14. Is she a saver or a spender?
She don't get out much.
15. What would she do with $10,000?
Probably roll around naked in it.
16. What is the one possession of hers that you absolutely detest, but he would kill you if you threw it away?
Her trophy skeleton.
17. Who wears the pants in the house?
Me.
18. What is his ultimate weakness?
That cute little face.
19. How would she describe you?
Big ugly ogre.
20. How will you spend the holidays?
Wishing I actually had a girlfriend instead of writing this about one of my cats.
1. How does she take her coffee?
Clear, sometimes out of the toilet.
2. Is she a morning person or a night person?
Awake or sleeping at any time of the day...no set schedule.
3. What kind of car does she drive?
She ain't all enough to drive.
4. Does she adhere to the speed limit?
Like I just said, she ain't tall enough to drive.
5. How long does she take in the shower?
Bath only.
6. What are her favorite food and favorite drink?
Canned Friskies and toilet water.
7. What kind of soap does she use?
Saliva.
8. What kind of shampoo?
Saliva.
9. What would she say is the thing she likes the most about you?
The way I set her down when I'm done torturing her.
10. What would she say is the thing that annoys her most about you?
How I torture her all the time.
11. How did you meet?
She and her sister were living with my sister.
12. Tell me about your first date with each other.
Never really went on a date.
13. Where does she hide her stash… and what kind of stash is it?
Usually where I step on it in the middle of the night....kinda gross.
14. Is she a saver or a spender?
She don't get out much.
15. What would she do with $10,000?
Probably roll around naked in it.
16. What is the one possession of hers that you absolutely detest, but he would kill you if you threw it away?
Her trophy skeleton.
17. Who wears the pants in the house?
Me.
18. What is his ultimate weakness?
That cute little face.
19. How would she describe you?
Big ugly ogre.
20. How will you spend the holidays?
Wishing I actually had a girlfriend instead of writing this about one of my cats.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Wednesday Whatever - November 1 edition
Man, this is gonna be tough. I missed last week, so I know you all are going to expect a really good post this time. Trouble is, my life has been pretty boring. I missed last week only because when I was going to post (on Wednesday even), Blogger decided to be doing an update or maintenance or something, and I never got back to it.
I'm going to take the week backwards and see what I can run into. First up, today I completed our monthly utility billing for our 430 or so customers in less than 3 hours and 15 minutes. By complete, I mean that I (get ready) entered meter readings, printed the readings, printed 2 copies of the "proof" bills, printed the bill cards, tore them all apart, and put the stamps on them.
Last night I felt like a truck ran over me, starting at about 5:00. But, since it was Halloween, and I didn't feel like answering the door, I went to get some groceries, then took a half hour nap in my truck in the driveway before going in at 8:00 to have supper. Felt so bad that I almost couldn't eat all of my supper (can of chicken noodle soup and a balogna/thuringer sandwich). Felt a bit better by the time I went to bed though.
Monday, I also felt pretty bad when I got home from work, but I had a meeting to go to in a town about 30 miles away. After they fed us, I started to feel a little better, but on the drive home, the insides of my thighs were hurting bad and I was hot but shivering. Again, I felt better just before going to bed. Oh, by the way, my truck almost got a new hood ornament about 7 miles from the town with the meeting...a big ol' buck deer came out of the ditch, ran parallel with me for a few yards, then ran back down into the ditch.
The weekend was kinda blah, but at least I didn't fall asleep much while watching TV like I normally do. Saturday was 3 races and a football game, while sunday was a pre race show, race, and a football game after returning from supper.
The rest of the last 2 weeks is pretty cloudy, even though the only alcohol I had this past weekend was about 4 drinks on Saturday night, and I wasn't feeling like crap until Monday.
Here's somewhat of a rant that I came up with on Monday afternoon, and had I felt a bit better on Monday night, I might have said it when the opportunity did come up. You see, my friends are always telling me that all I need to do to lose some weight is to not eat as much, but then when I'm with them and don't eat as much as they think a guy my size should eat, they ask "is that all you're eating? did you eat before you got here? are you stopping on the way home?" etc. I decided that sometime when they're doing this, I'm going to say "just because I weigh XXX pounds doesn't mean that I'm shoving food in my mouth 24 hours a day seven days a week".
Well, that's about all I know of in the world of Tiny for this week. Thanks for stopping by.
I'm going to take the week backwards and see what I can run into. First up, today I completed our monthly utility billing for our 430 or so customers in less than 3 hours and 15 minutes. By complete, I mean that I (get ready) entered meter readings, printed the readings, printed 2 copies of the "proof" bills, printed the bill cards, tore them all apart, and put the stamps on them.
Last night I felt like a truck ran over me, starting at about 5:00. But, since it was Halloween, and I didn't feel like answering the door, I went to get some groceries, then took a half hour nap in my truck in the driveway before going in at 8:00 to have supper. Felt so bad that I almost couldn't eat all of my supper (can of chicken noodle soup and a balogna/thuringer sandwich). Felt a bit better by the time I went to bed though.
Monday, I also felt pretty bad when I got home from work, but I had a meeting to go to in a town about 30 miles away. After they fed us, I started to feel a little better, but on the drive home, the insides of my thighs were hurting bad and I was hot but shivering. Again, I felt better just before going to bed. Oh, by the way, my truck almost got a new hood ornament about 7 miles from the town with the meeting...a big ol' buck deer came out of the ditch, ran parallel with me for a few yards, then ran back down into the ditch.
The weekend was kinda blah, but at least I didn't fall asleep much while watching TV like I normally do. Saturday was 3 races and a football game, while sunday was a pre race show, race, and a football game after returning from supper.
The rest of the last 2 weeks is pretty cloudy, even though the only alcohol I had this past weekend was about 4 drinks on Saturday night, and I wasn't feeling like crap until Monday.
Here's somewhat of a rant that I came up with on Monday afternoon, and had I felt a bit better on Monday night, I might have said it when the opportunity did come up. You see, my friends are always telling me that all I need to do to lose some weight is to not eat as much, but then when I'm with them and don't eat as much as they think a guy my size should eat, they ask "is that all you're eating? did you eat before you got here? are you stopping on the way home?" etc. I decided that sometime when they're doing this, I'm going to say "just because I weigh XXX pounds doesn't mean that I'm shoving food in my mouth 24 hours a day seven days a week".
Well, that's about all I know of in the world of Tiny for this week. Thanks for stopping by.
