working out

As we all know eating right is a mandatory part of weight gain. So I'm including a table of types of food and the protien in them. This table comes from harvard research.

Now I'll now what to eat

I learned something else while posting this message. I know absolutley nothing about editing html.

Disappointment

I've got some news on new jobs. 2 good leads on investment jobs. I'm happy that things are looking up for me financially. Call up dad to tell him the news, and he's glad for me and asks me about the positions.

After describing them, he asks me something else, but it's kind of mumbled, he aplogizes for eating cereal. I continue on with my plans for fixing up properties. He responds by telling me about how my grandfather was such a tight wad that he drove 50 miles to collect $45 from an old buisness partner. Ended it by stating we'll probably never see each other again... unless you still owe me some money.

Then dad told me I might be able to pick some stuff up from my brother in law who' a carpenter. Again he slurs something else... and tells me how great it would be if we went into buisness together. After a few more minutes of talking with him my suspicions were confirmed dad had taken his perscription sleeping meds. He was becoming more incoherent, not really tired but just well inhibriated. By tomorrow morning he won't even remember that I talked with him. My father is addicted to perscription meds, and uses hypochondria as a crutch for it. Personal reason #2 of 3 that I hate drugs.

Sunday Morning

It all started about 17 years ago at Grandma's house on a Sunday morning. I walked down stairs and Grandma was in the kitchen watching CBS's Sunday Morning program while eating her cereal. Something drew me in about the way all the stories were crafted like a grandparent telling their grandchildren what life was like in the 40's. The news was never really depressing, like what you see on CNN.

When Pope John Paul II died they played a piece with Charles Osgood touring the Papal Palace, talking about the small nation of employees that work there. They showed the Pope-mobile, a vintage car about 50 years old. It ended with Charles Osgood trying to charm the pope into givein a rare interview. In the end the Pope John-Paul charmed the reporter, thanked him for visiting and left to do his papal duties.

The show has become the center of tv culture for me. A real gem among the all the other junk that producers put on tv to pander to us. As I write this I havc realized that I am now watching Hollowmen on Comedy Central. Now my sense enlightenment has wained in the glow of a bunch of breast and fart jokes.

chili

One of my favorite foods to make is chili. I say this because I just made a batch today. I'm not sure how many bowls I've had of it so far, probably about 4. Some how my stomach seems to know. Right now it feels like a balloon, in a gas-ex commercial. My weakness in the chili is spice. I have to have it a little spicy, not enough to leave your tounge a smoldering piece of char, but maybe your forehead will sweat a little.

This chili may not be the best in the world, but most people have seconds and no one has ever said it sucked. Except for a couple of pansies with weak stomachs who couldn't even handle a specially made bland batch of my chili. A pox on them for even complaining. Guess if you make chili for 150 people someone will have to complain.

Well that's all I've really got... I think my first bowl is finally catching up with me.

An update to a blind date

Ok so the date seems to go well. As you're walking away she asks to do it again. Sure next Monday... Call back a couple of days later for the date to thank her and say you had a good time. She says I'll see you for coffee on Monday. Sunday you call to confirm a time, and get voicemail. Monday comes and passes no call.

That's where I get aggrivated. If you're going to stand me up and you're not interested don't start by asking me out again. That's just rude. Could someone tell me why people do this?

Blind date

Something new happened to me on Friday. I had a successful blind date. It was a lot of fun, at least after the intial awkwardness of..... so... how are you.....and .... entertain me. Anywho she seems to be a real southern bell. A less conceited version of Scarlet O'hara. I only wish I could as suave as Red Butler.

The details of the outing you ask, we met at Barnes and Noble coffeeshop. Somehow she ended up paying for the coffee. My small sense of chivalary said no this isn't right, but she insisted, and I wasn't about to start to argue. Next time though, I'll pickup the dinner tab.

As far as personality goes she seems to be a real person of character. Not much more to say there because unless you're giving a psych test it's hard to get an extreemly accurate feel for what someone's character is. Never the less she seemed to have it.

It all ended with a handshake, (she offered it) and the promise of going out again in a week after everything had calmed down for her with graduate studies. A class act all the way.

Jobs jobs jobs

I just got a job offer from National City. Full time. I had to turn it down since I'm doing 2 part time jobs. They still want me to work part time for them.

oh yeah and I got a new phone yesterday. A motorola V265. I like, it's nice, has a camera.