Archive for March, 2009

not losing enough

March 30, 2009

This past Sunday, I weighed in for my Biggest Loser contest.  Turns out that over the last three weeks I have lost 3.5 pounds.  I am gratified that I lost weight over that period; some of the folks in the contest gained a little while others lost less than a pound.  I just feel like I should be losing it faster.  I know I need to exercise more, but I’ve been doing really well with my diet.  I cut out the late night snacking, the enormous lunches, any sort of soda, and added more veggies and fruits and fiber.  For some reason, I think that at 6′ 1″ and 250 pounds, the weight should come off faster.

I guess I just want this to go faster.  But, what the hell, six months ago I was 288 pounds, so I can’t really complain too much.  I started the contest at 267.2 pounds, and I am now at 251.4.  That’s 15.8 pounds since January 4th, and more than 35 since last Thanksgiving.  I just hope it keeps going.


strange music

March 25, 2009

I noticed something weird out of the blue yesterday – I like old music.   I don’t mean classical music, which I like as wel, but I’m really talking about popular on-the-radio my-parents-saw-them-when-they-weren’t-nostalgia-acts pop and rock music.  I like some newer stuff, and I’m always catching a new song here and there, but it’s kinda freaking me out that 75% of the music I really like was recorded from 1965 – 1984. 

I am not sure what this says about me, but I’ll bet a lot of people out there have some really good theories.

win one for red

March 24, 2009

As I mentioned before, I have just about given up on the 2008-2009 Buffalo Sabres.  I pretty much skipped out of watching the game this past Saturday.  In fact, for the first time this year I was making plans to NOT watch any more games. 

Then my Father-in-law gave me tickets for Friday’s game against the Maple Leafs.  It will be my first game of the year.

So now, for me, the season comes down to this – win Friday, and I’m as OK as I will get this year.  The Sabres beating the Maple Leafs and not losing anyone to a career-threatening injury is about all I am asking out of the rest of the year.  Beat the Maple Leafs in front of about 8,000 of their fans so that I can laugh at them all the way out of the building.  Beat them so I can say that the only game I went to this year was  a good one. 

I don’t know if they’ll even be in the playoff race anymore by Friday, but I’m not exprecting it, so that would just be icing on the cake.  And if they pull out the improbable and actually sneak into the playoffs, God Bless America and all hail the Blue and Gold. 

But for now, please, no matter what, beat the Leafs Friday.

casual friday

March 20, 2009

I have just finished watching the Buffalo Sabres fall in spectacular fashion to the Philadelphia Flyers.  In fact, I may have just finished watching the Sabres for the rest of the year.  I have been a Sabres fan for my entire life, and I know that next year I’ll be back, and the year after, and the year after that.  But as of now, I can’t take it anymore.  I can’t watch them lose.  I can’t watch them defile the uniform I love.  You know how I know that the Sabres have lost me?  Casual Friday.

Every Friday is “Casual Friday” at work.  For all of the sports fans around the office, it’s almost mandatory to wear the team colors.  Well, for the first time this year, I couldn’t bring myself to wear my Sabres gear to work.  In fact, the number of people wearing  jerseys, t-shirts, sweatshirts, etc. has been dwindling down to almost zero.  ZERO.  And when I can’t even get myself to don a Sabres hoodie, I know it’s over.  Oh, sure, there are times in the middle of the year when the team might be haaving a rough spell, but somehow we all get through it with the colors flying.  But I know that it is time.  Time to cut bait and move on.  If by some miracle they win four in a row, I might come back.  But until that happens, I’m not going to put myself through the pain.

On the plus side, I can probably break out my Bills gear until they completely implode.  Ought to give me a good few months, anyways…


March 19, 2009

In my continuing effort to lose some extra pounds, I have decided that simply eating less is not enough.  So, the last two nights, I have gone running. 

OK, so it’s been more walking than running.  I have a neighborhood course that I mapped out that’s 1.3 miles.  I start with a brisk walk to warm up, then run until my lungs are going to burst into flames.  Sometimes, that takes me a whole block!  Then I walk briskly again, until my lungs settle down a little, and then run again until my lungs are on fire…you get the picture.  I am about 26.1 miles short of running a marathon at this point, but I’m working on it. 

The problem is that it’s been 20 since I last ran for no reason other than exercise.  In fact, since I was a little kid, I don’t think I ever ran for anything other than the required sub-12 minute mile in high school and in the floor hockey games at the Hamburg Roller Rink when I was in my early 20’s.

So what hurts today, after 2 days of trying out this new excercise?  Mostly my shins.  Surprisingly, my knees are feeling OK even after taking the punishment of supporting 250 lbs in an atheltic endeavour.  I figure if I haven’t keeled over of exhaustion or overwhelming pain in the first couple days, there’s  a good chance I won’t have too many problems.  Let’s hope…

“a driver”

March 17, 2009

If you happened to be watching Channel 7 News today at 6:16 pm, you probably saw my latest (hah!) media appearance in a report about construction season in Western New York.  There was a crew tearing down the old gas station at 7 Corners – most recently an automotive electronics place – and I stopped by to take a couple pictures on my way to work.  If you didn’t see it, the video is here – I show up a little past half way through. 

I notice that they didn’t use the other part of the brief interview where I say “I’m not sure how three intersections are safer than one…”  I still think the whole reconfiguration of the intersection does little to address safety or efficiency,  but what the hell do I know.  I hope it works, but I am not too optimistic.  Here are some renderings and photos if you care to look; they illustrate the project quite well.  Oh, and some pictures of the wreckage:




And even a little video of the final blow:

monday commute

March 16, 2009

I don’t know why else anyone would be on the road on a Monday morning at 8:00 am, but I have a message for anyone out there that is NOT going to work, or is slightly inexperienced at the whole driving thing:  GET OUT OF THE WAY! 

For instance, you in the cute little Honda roller skate:  try cleaning your windshield.  You’ll probably be able to see the light change a lot faster.  And maybe then you won’t get so flustered by the sound of horns beeping that you freeze up and exacerbate the sitaution.  And you, in the leisure-suit-green Ford Granada, might want to let your shining example of 1970’s American automobile engineering warm up in the driveway for a few minutes before tempting the fates on the roadway with a motor that may or may not stall at acceleration for the first 20 minutes of every drive.
One of these days I’m going to lose it all over one of these stupid assholes who thinks that early Monday morning is the perfect time to drive 15 mph under the speed limit and prolong the life of their turn signals by NOT USING THEM.  Seriously, I am just trying to get to work.  If you’re not, get off the road and stay there until about 9:30 am.  The rest of us would appreciate it.

guess what!

March 14, 2009

Around the first week of November, I’m going to be a Daddy again!  Here’s kinda how I found out…



pearl street fun

March 14, 2009

Well, I finally got out to another Buffalo “BloggerCon” last night, this one at the Pearl Street.  It was a hell of a good time seeing everyone…there was Jen, Jen, Scotty, Nate, Jon, Paul, Kevin and Val, Steve, Marc, Becky, Derek and AmandaMike, Elly, Nelson, Rich,  and I’m sorry if I missed anyone!  It’s always a pleasure to hang out with such a sophisticated, intelligent, and funny group of folks like that. 

We missed you  Pundit; and Geek, I hope you enjoyed the cat lady on your flight!


March 12, 2009

For Christmas in 2002,  I think it was, I received two cordless drills as gifts.  One was a Ryobi 7.2 volt and the other was a Coleman 18(?) volt.  The Ryobi was smaller, more nimble, and had pretty good power.  Since many of the things I needed the drill for in the first couple of years there were light duty projects, the Ryobi got most of the use.  After I bought the house in late 2002, I needed something with a little more oomph, and the Coleman had that as well as two batteries so I could use it longer.

So.   Earlier this week I was putting the hinges back on some kitchen cabinet doors that I had repainted.  I reached up to grab the Coleman drill, misjudged where it was, and ended up knocking it 3 feet down to the floor.  Normally this would put a little scuff in the plastic of the drill and elicit a pretty good wince from me.  Not this time.  No, siree Bob.  When the drill hit the concrete floor, the entire chuck and gearing exploded.  I had gears, ball bearings, and washers all over the place.  I didn’t even know there was that much stuff in there.  Damn.

So I screwed the hinges in by hand – four hinges since there were two doors – and then hung the doors on the cabinets.  Then the doors wouldn’t close evenly.  After swearing repeatedly under my breath, I noticed that I had hung them incorrectly; the left and right were hung on the right and left.  Then I swore repeatedly right out loud, which was funny to the kids but to the great consternation of their mother, who had just gotten done convincing my 3 year old that “frigging” is not a nice word.

Deciding to wait until my Ryobi drill was charged up, I called it a night.  And then, wouldn’t you know, when I checked the Ryobi the next morning the damned thing was still dead as a doornail.  The battery was shot.  Yet another round of swearing ensued, but it was OK since I was in the basement and not only could the kids not hear me, I also had the opportunity to punch something, which relieved my anger very much more efficiently.  After I washed the blood off my knuckles, I decided I would have to get another cordless drill.  After all, I still have ten more cabinet doors to do, and I am NOT doing that by hand.  Also, I’m running out of alternatives to cuss words, and the kids are starting to laugh at me when I yell “Oh, SUGAR!!!!”

Does anyone out there have any reccomendations as to what kind of cordless drill would be good to have?  I don’t feel like spending a fortune but I will need something a little better than the $18 Black & Decker cordless screwdriver.  Oh, and let me know if you have any good alternative, kid-friendly swear words.  I need ’em quick before I start painting more cabinets.

everyone knows it’s windy

March 11, 2009

Is it me or does it seem that we cannot have any sort of weather change here in Buffalo without either first or simultaneously enduring 35+ mph winds? I probably never noticed before, but now that I have to get a kid on the bus a few times a week I guess it tends to focus my observations in the morning. 

I also get a kick out of the morning weather on some of the TV stations and such, which completely either overhype or understimate certain aspects of the weather.  Like this morning on whatever radio station it is that my alarm clock blares at me, there was little mention of winds other than that it would be breezy.  Breezy?  The wind was pushing my little daughter around like she was a stick figure.  Oh, wait, she is kinda small and skinny, but I’m not, and that wind was shoving me around pretty well.  Breezy.

The good news is that I was prepared.  Because I procrastinated far too long was suprised by the early snow this past winter and it was too late to cut back my rose bush out front of the house, I can hear the branches from that scraping against the front of the house.  That’s always a good indicator that the winds they are a blowin’.  Soo good luck out there, and hang on!  And where the hell are my pruning shears?!?

what are we saving?

March 9, 2009

Could someone please tell me what the point of Daylight Savings Time is anymore?  The idea may or may not have been sound at some point in history, but it doesn’t seem to do anything at all except screw up my sleep schedule and send me on a parade of the house and vehicles trying to figure out how to change all the goddam clocks.

Oh, and let me tell you something about changing clocks – your kids don’t care and don’t adjust immediately.  This morning it took everything I had to get the them out of bed and dressed and fed.  Their schedule is screwed up and won’t really equalize for another couple of days.  By then I’ll need an equalizer or two.  Or is that tranquilizer?  I don’t know, I’M TOO TIRED.   If there’s a congressman out there that wants to get popular in a hurry, sponsor a bill abolishing this DST nonsense so we can all reset our clocks only when the power goes out…