Friday

I haven't posted much because I've been working my ass off. 12-15 hour days, since last Saturday.

I'm tired.

My secret life as a double agent

Emily Sander

Tuesday

Dog days

Staring contest

dandilion

Big night of bacon

Poor Chris. His wife is allergic to pretty much everything that grows, and that includes the extremely rare and fantastically expensive South American bacon plant. We just couldn't let him go another year without having what the Inca used to call 'igneialeiahobilo' which literally translates to 'good on white bread with a tomato'.

Grown in the terrace farms of South America, the highly prized bacon plant is hand picked at just the precise moment and carefully prepared for it's journey to the USA. Once inside the USA, it's thoroughly inspected and wrapped in hardy plastic packages. Shipped throughout the lower 48 states, this delight can be found in most high-end stores, such as king soopers, safeway, and even 7-11.

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The locker room

I don't shower over at 24 hour fitness, but I do put my shit in their lockers while I'm working out. One big downside to that activity is dealing with a bunch of naked guys.

I'm fine with naked. Not fine like 'oh my God he's got a great cock' fine, but more like 'ok hairy mofo, hurry up and get dressed'.

One thing I don't really understand is hanging out in front of the mirror and sink naked and shaving.

I mean really...come on here. All I really want to do is wash my hands and instead I'm navigating a sea of fat asses and hairy backs to get to a faucet. If I'm really unlucky some guy will get tired of holding his special friend and rest it on the counter next to him.

After that I'm definitely not setting my towl down.

A special kind of misery

Ending a marriage will impart a special kind of misery to your life. Personally, I hope you never have that experience, but sadly it's common these days. It's typically no surprise either. You've been at each other for years, if not decades. You learn to find joy not in your happiness together, but in the lull between screaming matches. There is an uneasy truce that always seems so fragile and ready to fail.

A marriage is unlike most other relationships you'll have. Friends come and go, even dating, though painful when it's over, doesn't compare to that special place in hell you'll go when it's over. It really doesn't matter who finally gives up -- both people suffer because a marriage is a promise to love forever. Sadly, forever really just meant 'until someone got served'.

I once heard that divorce feels like someone died, except the bitch (or bastard) didn't have the decency to die on you. I always got a kick out of that joke, probably because it's pretty close to the truth.

So you try again. Maybe not the marriage part, but certainly dating. It's new, exciting, different and scary all in one. If you're really dumb, you'll decide this next relationship is all the things the last one wasn't, until you realize it really is. I never did go through that part. Somehow I got stuck in the part where you don't quite let yourself feel anything. Every once in a while you get close to something...but then it's gone.

Not feeling anything makes it a lot easier to walk away, though any idiot can probably see that this isn't much of a way to be in a relationship.

I don't regret being divorced. Being divorced in America is like being fat. You can't swing a shady divorce lawyer without hitting at least 3 divorced people and 2 fat people. I honestly believe that there was nothing worth saving, and that nothing would ever have changed.

My parents are still married. They seem happy about it too, as far as I can tell. I'm not talking about pansy married 2 years either -- we're talking 40+ long god damn married years. That takes real guts.

What I find really interesting is that how things change over time. I've taken dates to weddings and a few years and a divorce later had them show up with the original groom at MY wedding. Or, had a married couple at one of my parties get a divorce and the now ex husband shows up with an ex girlfriend of mine.

I'm actually OK with all of that, because it makes it interesting. It really just goes to show that if you hang around in a spot long enough, and meet enough people, then eventually everyone will have fucked everyone else, in more ways than one.

When copiers fight back

Another weekend goes by...

Saturday I went to the CU football game, where we got killed 55/10. Sunday I was hoping to install some new brakes on my truck, but then realized the neighbor had all my tools and he was out hunting.

Instead I did the usual weekend stuff: laundry, yard work, cleaning, took Thomas to the dog park, etc. I wanted to paint, but it was too windy.

Today I'm working at home, which is going ok. I'm working on some application drawings.

I have a dinner party Wed. and a cheese party on Sat.

My workouts have been going pretty well lately. I increased the cardio to 45min/day, 6 days a week from 30m/day 6d/week, and my usual 3d/week weight lifting is going great too.