Not completely, just the thursday league. I have started the process of quitting the team. My co-captain (who always says he wants no responsibilities) emailed me yesterday asking me when I was going to sign-up the team for the winter season. I didn’t want to bring up the subject of me coming back earlier than was needed because I didn’t want to be a distraction during our playoff run. But I felt I had to tell him that I wasn’t returning to the team and I was hoping he would take over. The guy didn’t want to accept me leaving but I told him I needed more personal time and my body couldn’t take the grind of three games in four nights.
Now I have to tell the rest of the team, we need to get a volunteer to take over my co-captain responsibilities. After that, I have three games left in the season including the playoffs. It will be good to lose all the politics that comes with the position, it has sucked this year, there have been too many incidents on thursdays. I will still be an emergency player but I need the time off. I know that Bobette approves of me dropping the league.
Okay gang, it is now official and I thought we should give her a name on here. I am open to suggestions. Let me know if you have any. Funny observations from the weekend:
- Jayna’s 10 minute long trips to the bathroom after dinner, if you send another girl in there with her, she is back out in something like 2 minutes. It was a miracle. I was amazed. If I had known that is all it took to get her out of there quickly, I would have gotten myself a girlfriend a long time ago.
- Had a dog try to lick my balls this weekend. It was a real hijinks type moment, something out of a crude teenage comedy.
- Nice moment, I was told to just relax and watch the Raptors game (the one from the night before being shown again) while she cooked breakfast.
This is not directed at any of you. I don’t expect any of you to ask. This is more about my parents and my brother. I finish a game and start talking to my Dad on the phone and he never asks how it went. I have actually complained about it once or twice now. This has led my brother to say that he doesn’t really consider it serious. He thinks we are just fooling around. I tell him I play in two leagues and if I am just fooling around in these leagues then that means the baseball leagues we played in was just us fooling around.
Still I got home last night and not only did he not ask how the game went but we asked me since when do I play three days a week. I told him I had been doing so for two months now. Good to see my roommate is paying attention (he followed up that question with: “Which days?”). I am worried that my new lady friend might start doing the same. She has asked before but I saw her briefly last night after the game, she never asked how it went.
Last night’s game was a good one. We were facing the first place team who we KNOW we are better than. The only reason they got the win last time we played them is because I am too nice and they cheated with their scoring. I wanted revenge last night. We got it by beating the other team by 10. After a game like that, I want to share the victory with someone, is that so wrong? After leaving it all on the court (hours after the game I found various injuries), it would be nice if somebody showed an interest in something you feel so passionate about. Maybe I am making a bigger deal of this then I should be but that is how I feel.
My brother and the big guy from baseball wanted to make this short video presentation for our end of the year party on saturday. One prop they decided they needed was a bucket of KFC chicken. This led my brother and I to question where the nearest KFC location is and if there is one on my way home. The nearest one is probably north of our place but not on the way home. I had trouble thinking of one on my way home, I found that weird because KFC is such a popular chain. Eventually after pondering this question for a few minutes, I remembered that their might be a drive thru location on my way home, not the most convient location to come in and out of but if there truly is so few locations then I guess beggers can’t be choosers.
And yes, i haven’t had KFC in over 13 months and for this video, I decided to break that streak, the sad thing is the weight bet will be ending sometime in the next week and we ordered a 15 piece bucket for three people. I had 6-7 pieces. It tasted so good.
I awoke at 5am this morning to something sharp grabbing my hand. I opened my eyes and saw my brother’s cat on my bed with his paw on my hand. Wait let me rewind back to the night before, I got home and when I opened the door to my room, the cat ran inside my room and laid down on the carpet. I told him to get out and then started preparing for bed. When I was finished he was still on the carpet, hadn’t moved. I usually keep my door closed at night, also if this had come up before, I would usually pick him up and throw him out but I was too tired. So I did nothing.
So now it is 5am and he is in my bed with me and grabbing me. When I tell him to go this time… he still doesn’t move. I go back to sleep. Around 5:30am I wake up to a paw hitting me in the foot. He changed spots on the bed but was still hitting me. The good news is that he wasn’t scratching me but his claws are big enough that every time he hit me, it woke me up. This time, I didn’t even have the energy to tell him to leave, I just covered up my feet and went back to bed. I learned a valuable lesson, I don’t care how tired I am, if he is in my room when I am going to bed, I need to kick the guy OUT!
I collect comic books. I have done so for over 20 years. You can guess that I have quite the collection buying books over such a long period of time. Thing is I don’t advertise this fact to people. I feel shame for collecting comics… because to most people if you tell them you collect comics then they assume you are a “comic geek”. That designation has negative connatations. Thing is I don’t identify myself as a “comic geek”. Sure I could debate who would win in a fight Superman or the Hulk but I am not the type of guy who hangs around a comic store debating that sort of thing. It doesn’t help that my friends identity me as a comic geek. I find it weird, because if I was to identify myself by any of my hobbies/interests, it wouldn’t be the comics that I would identify with but instead the fact that I play sports. I am a big sports fan and I spend more time doing stuff sports related than comic related.
I am bringing this up because this is something that I am definitely not comfortable bringing up when starting up in a relationship. Sunday morning I was watching weekend morning superhero cartoons with my lady friend (I cannot use any other term for her because we still haven’t had “the talk”). She was the one who wanted to watch the cartoons. So I am sitting there pretending not to have a full knowledge of all the characters on the screen (I could have wrote the X-Men episode that we watched, I knew what was going to happen before it happened). I was sitting there thinking, she likes the superhero movies, she likes the cartoons, maybe I should tell her… but then in the back of my mind I reminded myself the negative connatations of admiting that you collect comics especially at 29 years old.
Do you agree with me, does collecting comics have negative connatations? Would I be looked at as a ”Comic geek” if I admit it to her?
I just saw last friday’s episode. Good to see the Lou is feeling better. It was interesting to see Cutter’s reaction to learning about Connie’s sexual history. It was funny hearing Cutter’s opinions on relationships in the workplace and then comparing it with Jack’s opinions. Did you see the episode? Do you think Cutter will make a play for Connie?
I still think Connie has the hots for Lupo. Except for the fact that he had a relationship with that witness earlier this season, I would have sworn they were already hooking up.
Because I work in a building that shares rooms with a high school sometimes we have to do special drills. One of these drills is the “Lockdown” drill. This drill is for when a threat is in or around the school (threat meaning somebody with a weapon). Although the health and safety committee would like to keep the time of the drills secret somehow we always find out about them. I think it is pointless to have a drill if everyone knows about. It takes all the danger out of it. If people know FOR SURE that it is a drill then they don’t take it serious. The rumour is that we will be having a drill in 10 minutes. I hear co-workers planning on going across the street for a coffee instead of staying for it. I hear others planning on hiding in certain people’s offices. While i believe you should have a plan for these types of situations, I don’t like how people aren’t taking this serious. If this was for real, these people would be paniced and wouldn’t know what to do. Stupid people.
I just noticed, I never told you what we are suppose to do if a lockdown is to occur. We are either suppose to hide under our desks (I once thought about putting a pillow under there and sleeping through one of these drills) or we are suppose to go into a nearby office, lock the door, turn off the lights, sit on the floor and be quiet. Sounds easy enough right?
The following was written a week ago, but I am presenting it to you now:
I might have broken my finger. I was playing basketball and my finger got “jammed”. I talked to the organizer and asked for ice, he said I didn’t need ice for a finger, he gave me tape to tape it up. I tried one more shift then felt uncomfortable and sat the rest of the game. Instead of going out after the game like I planned, I decided to go home and ice the finger just in case. My brother also gave his medical opinion when I got home, “That doesn’t need ice.” I iced it any ways.
The next day at work the finger was hurting more and it had swollen up quite a bit. I tried doing less with it but I work an office job and the finger was one of my main typing fingers (FYI Right now I am doing a pretty good job typing without it and my middle finger, they are taped up). I did show the fingers to a couple of co-workers and they showed a lot of concern saying I needed to have some advils, be icing it and maybe go see a doctor. I started to get worried. So I left work early to go to the walk-in clinic I have been going to for years (All About Health or AAH for short). I had tried calling for an appointment earlier but got the answering machine instead.
When I arrived there I found out my usual doctor wasn’t in and there was only one doctor on duty. There were three people waiting ahead of me. The woman behind the desk said the wait will be at least 30 minutes so I went to the store next door for 15-20 minutes. I came back and waited, and waited. After another hour, my name was called and I went down to the room at the end of the hall. I then waited some more. After 10 minutes the doctor stuck her head in and asked if I was there for a flu shot, although originally I was thinking of asking for one, at this point I was so tired of waiting that I said “No.” The doctor then left without asking what I was there for. I started thinking about it, I was in this clinic for over an hour and a half and nobody had asked me what was wrong. There is something wrong with the system if that is how it works. What if a stupid person goes to the walk-in clinic for something that is hospital worthy (old man with pain/numbness in his arm)? I was starting to get angry. I also found it weird that the room I was in wasn’t 10 feet wide but they had one of those eye tests that to do properly, you need to stand 10 feet away from. Any ways, I am digressing. Finally the doctor came in and asked what I was here for, I showed her the finger she said “Rice” and suggested I get an x-ray to play it safe. Everything has been about playing it safe. I showed her something else and in the end, my face time was limited to 5 minutes. I am not complaining about the lack of face time, I am just wondering how it seems every other patient took forever.
I got home an hour later than I planned, the big guy who I was suppose to hit the gym with, he was finishing up. My brother continued to tell me I was over-reacting to this whole thing. I went for the x-ray this morning, it was quick. Good to see someone knows what they are doing. This whole story reminds me of a funny scene from a movie:
Update: My finger still isn’t at 100% but I am playing basketball again. I wrap the finger up for basketball and sometimes at work (to try and get me to stop typing with it). I am also still taking some drugs so that the swelling can go completely down. I actually skipped a baseball tournament last weekend because of this stupid finger.
1) I was driving and couldn’t see out the front windshield no matter what I did. Eventually I tried to pull off the highway and I hit something head-on in the process.
2) I was trying to get into a building at night. I was walking around the building and found my way blocked by many meowing cats. For some reason I was very afraid of these cats.
I find that you can read a lot into these dreams if you like to do that sort of thing. Also if I tell a story or two from my day yesterday then maybe you will think the dreams mean nothing. Let me tell you the stories and you decide what the dreams mean.
1) I forgot my glasses at home yesterday morning. Without them I can still see quite well but driving without them could have led to the dream.
2) My brother’s cat got his claw stuck in the couch yesterday and needed my brother’s help to get un-stuck.
So are my dreams influenced by these small events or do they mean more? What do you think?
