The two NHL teams I hate the most, the New York Rangers and the effin’ jerkwads the Montreal Canadians are both losing in their second round playoff series. Wouldn’t it be something if they both got bounced in the same round.
It wouldn’t make up for the lack of post-season Bruins, but it would be pretty sweet.
Oh, and the Red Sox just took the lead in the bottom of the third.
I’ll enjoy all of this while I can.
I’m really bad at weight watchers. This is all sort of sudden. I didn’t used to be bad at weight watchers.
This weekend was the end of the kids’ school vacation so we honored the occasion by going out to eat twice and even going out for ice cream. I was not good, diet wise, but not too too bad. The ice cream was bad but I didn’t go overboard and I had been backing off on snacks to make room. The dinners out could have been bad but I stuck as close as I could to simply filling foods. I did cave in to eating bread both times. That wasn’t good.
Last night though… last night I redefined “bad”. Last night my behavior would have been bad even if I wasn’t on weight watchers. I had a huge dinner. I mean, off the chain giganticly huge. That was bad. I then tore through a big pile of junk food with an embarrassing abandon. I spoiled a lot of good habits that were starting to develop. I feel bad.
I feel bad, but…
I am putting it behind me. I am not going to let one bad night turn into a bad week. Yeah, I might be considering not weighing in on Saturday, but I would still like to go to the meeting. I need to re-apply the gung-ho feeling I had a few weeks ago. Yesterday is over. Today is a new day. I’m doing it the right way. I fell off the wagon a little bit, but I’m back on and I’m pissed off. No more cheating!
Onward to success!
Yup, that’s Spotify playing on my Playstation. I’m not part of the solution, I’m part of the problem.
The bathroom remodeling was supposed to start tomorrow. Nope. The bathroom remodeling is now going to start in a few weeks. Only the tiniest of setbacks. The project is still happening.
Once the ball starts rolling, the gas stations in our neighborhood are going to be sick of seeing me.
Before (and far, far from clean):
Here are a few “highlights” from last night’s practice. In other words, here are a few songs that sucked the least.
It is going to happen… soon.
The band had a rehearsal last night. I recorded the whole thing again. Know something? I am not a good guitar player. I listened back and it was just painful. There were times when I sucked worse than I did on the first day I picked up the instrument. I’m actually in the process of drafting formal letters of apology to the artists who wrote the songs that I demolished last night. The first one goes to Greg Kihn. There were two Aerosmith songs that were especially molested too, but I really hate that band so they don’t get letters. Yeah, screw them.
That stupid Greg Kihn song is going to haunt me forever. The Breakup Song. Ridiculously simple. It has a little arpeggiated phrase that opens up the song and then pops in and out over time. When I first decided to join the band it was on the list of songs they wanted me to do. I’d never played it before, but in one listen I knew it was Amin -> Fmaj ->Gmaj and the picking pattern and fingering was pretty straightforward. I ran through it once or twice, then played it at my first band practice and all was well. Fast forward a month or two and I decided I could maybe play it a little cleaner. I went online to find some guitar tabs (music cheat sheets for guitarists who can’t read music. I can read music, I’m just lazy so I cheat and use tabs). I found a couple and set out to learn one of them. It made the song 10000000000000 times harder. I stuck with it for about a week and then canned it and went back to my old fingerings… and now I can’t f#$%^&g play my old fingerings either. Argh! I hate it when I suck up an easy song! Damn it!
Its officially Springtime babie!
I just read that BB King’s health is declining. He’s 89 years old and he had a mild heart attack. He is home in Las Vegas receiving hospice care.
I don’t know if I want to live in a world that doesn’t have BB King in it. If there’s anyone who needs to live forever, it’s BB King. Fingers crossed for a speedy recovery.
