Life Updates of a Larger Magnitude

As you know, I rarely sit still. Last weekend was Julie's bachelorette party on LBI. It was a great time. I think the 100+ pictures on shutterfly tell the story well enough. The only thing they don't convey is how amazing the food was at both Daddy O's and Voodoo Steakhouse. A-MAZ-ING. Yesterday I received all the training materials necessary to get a NASM Personal Trainer Certification. So, since I obviously have so much spare time on my hands, that's my newest undertaking. Is it what I want to do with the rest of my life? That I can't be sure of. I do know that I've done the political job thing, the travel/military job thing, and now the desk job thing, and none of those really appeal to me. Figuring out that I don't want to sit at a desk all day really helps narrow down the job opportunities I think, so that's a good start. My current potential ambitions include (in order of attainment difficulty): Personal Trainer Teacher Coffee shop owner ...

This is getting out of hand. First, they arrest the people for putting up Lite-Brites to advertise a movie, now we're arresting people for leaving flour trails on the ground. Someone needs to tell our government to stop overreacting. Shit is going to happen. Don't ruin life for the rest of us... http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20441775/ (I do believe the Boston Hash House Harriers are planning an "extra flour" run tonight though, and I plan on being there...)

This past weekend marked a rare occurrence of the disease known as "staying at home". After trying for months to fight it off, I finally succumbed, but only because I had to if I wanted to fulfill my triathlon dreams. Prominent among the debilitating symptoms for SAH were the inescapable urge to vacuum and bake things from scratch. I recovered enough Sunday morning to escape the house at 6:45 a.m. with Matt Shea in order to swim, bike, and run. I felt like I had shook off all vestiges my ailment, but upon return to the apartment, I had an almost instant relapse which led to napping and video games, followed by another bout of cooking and breaking bread with friends (or tacos at least). Absolutely awful. Good thing I think I can fight it off again for another 2 months... :) If you've never been, I highly recommend you go to Wilson Farms in Lexington MA. It's a glorious display of nature's beauty and man's organization. Triathlon Pics are posted on my Shutterfl...

"I like to call myself the commanducator." :) T-minus 2 days to triathlon, and I'm psyched. Tomorrow I'm going to get one last fabulous swim in, and then it's ON! Tonight I'm going to go see the Bourne Ultimatum. Or maybe some live music at a bar. (Life is really tough for me.) T-minus 7 days to Bumpkin camping - 3 days with friends, kayaks, no showers, and possibly tetanus. Fannnnntastic! T-minus 13 days to Julie's bachelorette on LBI. 10 girls in a house on the beach. Sounds like trouble, but I'm sure we'll behave ;) T-minus 21 days to 10 year Page Reunion... the crazy pages of the 105th congress reunite to share stories about how... we're not all politicians like we planned to be. And to roam around our old stomping grounds and complain about how the current pages have it so much easier. ;) And last but certainly not least... T-minus 28 days to London!! Woohoo! God Bless those Brits! (And Julie and Paul :))

where it's at: myspace stalking is no longer fun. but google stalking still is. (there's more of a thrill to the chase.) being an engineer does not mean you get to create some phenomenally amazing thing. it means you get to create a nut and a bolt on some (maybe) phenomenally amazing thing. guster rocks. even their new, mellower sound. but really only because i've been a fan for a long time and seen them in some amazing (and not so amazing) venues. jars of clay is the old band that is new again. barenaked ladies sings the song everything old is new again. no relation. this year i will have run a 10 mile race, my first triathlon, and 2 half marathons. yet i still don't consider myself a competitor. being married and having a roommate somehow keeps things interesting. it's a silent reminder to be on your best behavior (with your spouse) and to not take things for granted (like your friends). or maybe it's the other way around. smirnoff pomegranate fusion d...

This past weekend Naomi and I roadtripped down to Philly (in the new car :)) to see WICKED! the musical. Elaine arranged a fabulous evening out on the town that started with 8 hot ladies dining on the waterfront in Manayunk and ended with 8 hot ladies getting their dance on at Fado in Philly. And in the middle we saw what (as of this moment) is my favorite musical. Now I've only seen about 3 non high-school related musicals in my life, but I'm confident that this one rates pretty high. I went into it with pretty tepid expectations. I read the book a few months ago and wasn't all that sure it was going to turn into a great song and dance performance. Luckily, the plot was changed just enough for the stage, and the performers were so great, that it beat out all my expectations. The great thing about Wicked is that it shows you how much of life is about perception. Change your perspective and see what happens... Which is what Naomi and I did on the way back up to MA. I...

It's 11 pm right now and I am a silent witness on a conference call a half way around the world... I'm still trying to decide if I can agree with this being a part of my job description. Since I spent almost the entire day on the couch reading the final installation of Harry Potter (which was really good, by the way.) I'm guessing that I can be ok with having to be on some late night calls. On the other hand, I am not gaining anything from this 4 hour evolution that couldn't be gained from reading the detailed meeting minutes which are sure to be sent out this week. And even though I have only worked 6 hours today, I think that in a few minutes I'm going to call it quits and crawl into my nice warm bed. I'm sure they'll survive the next 2 hours just fine without me...