coffee

Well, moving right along!

I think we left off after the movie yesterday. Last night I watched a little of New Orleans and whoever it was. I say a little, because we had a remote mis-fire when the baby changed channels, thus losing everything in the Tivo memory of the channel I was on (the game)

Also, my wife cooked a kick-ass dinner for us.

And there was beer, in there someplace.

I managed to hack together an aLinks module to linkify any movie name I would like (such as “Gone With the Wind.” See? I didn’t even have to look that up, it just did it. How cool is that?)

This morning was another kick-ass breakfast and then church and now my wife is out walking the dogs while I’m cycling some dishes and laundry. I’m running five miles today, then perhaps watching some football and drinking more beer.

No icy stuff, yet, but the weather forecast is ominous for the next two days; the liquor store last night was mobbed (I’ve got my priorities, who cares if you have bread if you can have rum? Just sayin’)

And, to celebrate Day 7 of my coffee reduction plan, I only made half a pot today. You got that right - it’s 39 degrees, raining, going to get much colder, and I only made a half a pot of coffee. Go, me.

I sat here trying to think of a better title for this post, but that’s all I could come up with. If you have a suggestion, leave it in the comments and I may change it.

Anyway, to update a couple things:

My brother in law, that passed away suddenly (well, it seemed pretty sudden to us, I understand he had cancer). Well, he’s still dead, but no arrangements yet. Now it looks like we (the Royal We) will head to North Texas in a couple weeks for a service here, and my wife may travel to Steel City sometime soon for a memorial there, sans excess baggage (husband and kids)

“If men can run the world, why can’t they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?” - Linda Ellerbee

My coffee cutback (I need a name for this, anyone?) is going well, thanks. The week is almost over and I’ve had about as much coffee as I typically have on a single day. So that’s something.

I had Marble Slab last night. I was the only male there. Draw your own conclusions, but I think women like ice cream, and guys just go to the bar and drink. Or something like that.

Speaking of “slabs”, I weighed 260.4 this morning, which is higher than I was pre-holiday pre-funeral (October, wow, has it been that long?) but lower than I was on New Years Day. You don’t wanna know.

My daughter has started saying “be careful” whenever I leave the house. I think I saw her taking out extra insurance on my sorry ass…

…if you don’t want to be my friend anymore.

I’m cutting back on the coffee. (c)

Way back. Might have to do away with it entirely.

I’m just so not a nice person some days. Many days. Too many days (ask my kids). And I’m thinking the caffeine might be part of the problem, rather than the solution. Wish me luck.

:p