You’d think that after 40 days of exercising 30 minutes a day my back wouldn’t scream in agony after dragging three trash barrels out to the street.

You’d think, but alas you would be in error.



Oh praise be to whatever gods control Spring yard work, our lawn mower started and ran without issue! (well… it took a while to get rolling, but once it did, aces!)

Our streak of Springtimes with dead lawnmowers may have ended at two! So far at least. I only did 2/3 of the front yard and there is still oodles of time left for this bad ass mother fucker to die, but so far so good!

Oh yeah, also MY BACK HURTS SO MUCH!

Holy Shiznits!

This post will cross post onto twitter and my step son is now following me on twitter… so I need to cut down on the swearing. I need to try to stop saying shit, you know? Oh…. whoops.

So twice in less than a week we have been given the wintry gift* of a snow fall that piled up over a foot deep. I shoveled the first storm on Thursday night in about an hour. It was deep but very light. It was also super cold and superer windy.

Tonight, after work, I went outside to shovel storm #2 which finished early this morning. The second time… well, there was more of it… it is significantly heavier… it’s not as cold, but it’s almost as windy and the wind chill is downright oppressive.

I had to stop part way through to give my back a rest. I just took 1231246 extra strength Tylenols** so hopefully I will have some degree of movement when I go back out in a couple of minutes.

I think I read today that it’s 48 days until Major League Baseball’s opening day. It can’t get here fast enough.

*When I say “gift” what I really mean is “kick in the balls”.

**When I say 1231246 I really mean three. I’m 6’5″ tall and way (REDACTED) pounds. I once had a doctor tell me that it was safe for me to go a tad above the average over the counter medication’s recommended dose. I usually don’t, but when my back hurts like this I will hold that doctor’s statement in front of me like a shield, and I will also wield it like a sword.

Karmic Foresight

My wife has a bad back. A couple of my friends have bad backs. I have made it a point to go out of my way to help people with bad backs whenever I can. I did it for two reasons. First, it was the right thing to do. Second, karma. I don’t really believe in karma, but unlike many belief systems people base their actions on, it is one that I can sort of get behind. So while the real reason for helping people with bad backs was because it was and always is the right thing to do, I can pretend to justify it karmically too.

Why do I mention this? Because karmically speaking, it’s pay back time.


My back is KILLING ME! I can’t lean over to pick things up off the floor, I have to use my knees and squat (which, of course, is the correct way to do it anyway). Getting up from a sitting position is doubly painful. First you have to stand up, which hurts my back like crazy. Second, you have to straighten up, which hurts a ton more.

Now don’t take my bitching to mean that I have actually thrown my back out. I have not. I’m not moving around very well, but I can still move around. I’m just really fat and really out of shape and I have really over done it over the last three days. Really. There are two purposes for this post. First, I am taking a break from the cleaning and I happened to sit down at my desk, which means that I just have to write something, because I am obsessed and clearly insane. The second is that I just want to restate that any time someone close to me has a bad back and needs assistance, I am going to help. Because this royally sucks and I don’t want anyone else to hurt themselves any worse than what I’ve done this week.