It's All Goodnow……

Non-brown hair, bonus, volunteering

The last 10 hours were eventful.

Ran 7 miles in an hour.

Got my bonus number

Got my hair cut (more significant than one would think)

Picked up my dry cleaning (not significant at all)

We will start with the run.  Felt good. Of course I picked a treadmill with a broken TV.  So instead of watching the Olympics I attempted to visualize Central Park.  That lasted 3 minutes.  I stared blankly at the wall while thinking – “Gee, I was prepared to get a shitty bonus (again) this year, but this still sucks”

My bonus: I got one.  It was not very big.  I’m disappointed. It will be discussed with management.  Does anyone need a high energy Client Relations Director, located in Manhattan?

Hair cut: Not all of my hair is brown any longer.  As a matter of fact, lots of them are no longer brown.  My barber made a comment about it.  Not good.  That scares me.  I’m not kidding.  I may not sleep tonight (without a sleep aid)

Dry cleaning: I picked it up.  The guys who do my laundry must sit around and get high all day.  How else could you get through the day washing and folding laundry?

The community center where I want to volunteer sent me a packet of information.  There are a lot of programs I can help with.  I will most likely help homeless people with education, social skills, and obtaining benefits (lots of homeless are eligible for a lot of government support, but do not have the means to obtain it).  Another program I will look into is being a “buddy” to an elderly person.  Visiting with them once or twice a week.  Going with them to the store, running some errands, and just being there with them.  So instead of sitting on the couch watching TV for a couple hours on the weekends I’ll give back and help some people.  That is a great trade-off.

It is really nasty outside right now.  Windy, wet snow, the sidewalks are slippery.  Nights like this I’m glad I have a warm apartment.  I can sit around and bitch about not getting the greatest bonus, but at the end of the day I’m a lucky guy.  I have great friends, a great family, I’m healthy, and if I may say so myself, I’m damn good-looking.   Life is good and it is only getting better (with the exception of the non-brown hair coming in)

Day 56- drinking, some dude named Greg, smoking

Only 48 hours, 33 minutes until I will be enjoying a beer.  Good for me.  I deserve it.

I can not think of a better way to have a beer than with my fraternity brothers after playing football.  I’m as excited to see everyone as I am to drink that beer. (The beer is a close second)

Some thoughts

Weird Thought:

I keep getting text messages from a guy named Greg with a California area code.  I don’t think he gets that I’m not his friend.  I distinctly told him I’m not, but the messages keep coming.  Last week he sent me a picture of a diamond ring (The caption read: Sallie’s Diamond ring).  Not sure who Sallie is or why he was sending a picture of her ring.  Or why the ring was on an Indian man’s finger.  All very confusing.

Today’s text was a bit funnier:

Greg writes:  On this day 29 years ago, God made a beautiful person and friend.  For that I am thankful and hopeful that you have a wonderful day.  Happy Birthday.  –   Greg

Well Greg, that sure was nice of you.  Of course, I’m 28 and my birthday was 22 days ago, but the thought is what counts.   All the same, Greg sounds like a real creep.   I’ll keep stringing this along because his messages are funny and I like fucking with people. 


Deep Thought:

I am a “fan” of the American Lung Association on facebook.  There is usually a daily post on their page about legislation, taxation, or eduction around tobacco.  Today’s was different.  It asked that people share their “How I quit smoking” stories.   Very fascinating what made people stop. 

It took some people cancer, emphysema, or a collapsed lung.  Others saw friends, husbands, wives, parents, siblings, or worse…their children die painful deaths from the effects of smoking.  Some realized that they wanted to be around for their children.  People wanted to “stop feeling gross”.  One woman quit every time she was pregnant and then started up every time.  One woman quit after 33 years and said she felt like she had her life back.

There are two people in my life who smoke heavily.  I hope they both quit before it is too late.   Not just for themselves, but for everyone who depends on them.


Not really a thought at all:

How about this weather?  Crazy huh.  As long as I can get to Delaware  in two days I could care less. 


Not being fat thought:

Took yesterday off from the gym.  I feel good after the rest.    Tonight I have my hour long run on the treadmill.  BORING.   At least I’ll get to watch the Olympics, but I tend to get so into what I’m watching that I would put the odds of me taking a nasty fall at around 72%.