Archive for February, 2007
So, Facebook has a group dedicated to Timmy, and none of my readers even created it, Hilary Miles did. Anyone know who she is? She might be from Doland, but not sure.
So, in a last ditch effort to rid myself of any masculinity I have allowed myself to watch every American Idol episode this year and now find myself eagerly awaiting the next episodes. That’s right, eagerly, as in “I eagerly await Chris Smith’s warm kisses when I return home”. That kind of eagerly.
I have my favorites, unless you watch you wouldn’t know who I’m talking about, so ask and I’ll inform you of my horses, if not, I won’t waste your reading time.
Another weekend down. Worked two shifts at Applebee’s, my guess is I made very poor money judging from the number of hosts working and amount of money brought into the store. I have found I’m enjoying it less and less, I have some co-workers who have side-jobs and they sell real-estate for bigger money than me. One guy said he’s expecting to make 30K on the weekends annually. I’m making like 5K.
For those of you who watch Grey’s Anatomy, we made bets (no money) for which character died, Linds called it. I put a little too much thought into mine, and not very solid reasoning either. I.E. Addison was my vote because I thought she was leaving the show to start a spin-off, which Linds reminded me makes no sense cause if she died in the show and it’s a spin-off, what is she, a ghost in the new one? Touche.
So, I normally get the hint to finally post from David. Out of nowhere I’ll get an email saying David posted, sometimes point-blank saying “you should post” and this time I had to re-read my post to figure out what his comment was about, it had been a while for me. Then there’s Fellows, Lindsey, and others who post once a year and forgot they even existed online. Obviously they don’t know what an honor it is to be part of Miles Rausch.com
So, in case you missed it, Miles sure threw a little weed in the fire over at Miles Rausch.com’s Vote or Die post. Haven’t seen anything that heated since this picture was taken. Peace, west side.
February 25th, 2007
It’s another weekend here in Philly. Big plan? No, not really. Last night I had to set my alarm with my cell phone, why? Because for some dumb reason our apartment complex, complete with it’s 20 some buildings, decided to due their annual repairs on the power. No power from 8AM till 2:30pm, 6 1/2 HOURS of no heat, hot water, power, internet, anything. Woke up cold, took a cold shower in the dark, and went to Doylestown, PA to the hospital.
I am right now wearing a Holter Monitor. It is glued to my chest in 5 places and attached to what looks like an MP3 player in a fanny pack around my waist (waste more like). Since I went to the doc, no problems, not even a little bit, now I have had 3 days off since then, that could be it, or maybe it was New York that cured me, a good rape by a large group of dirty men normally fix hearts I hear. Anyway, I have to wear this till after church tomorrow and I can’t shower or sweat profusely or spill drinks all over me until then. I also have to keep a journal. I literally feel sick to my stomach thinking I have to pay to do this.
So, I’m hooked up like the $6,000,000 man (6 million if you lost count of the zeros) and had to go home to a cold apartment. I have the afternoon off, so do I enjoy playing some GHII, watching some saved movies on the DVR, surf the net. Nope, I’m at the library about to do some writing.
Anything else new? Nope. Work is work, right now the sales team I’m on in this monthly competition is looking like we’ll win a free day off. Also, I might be able to sneak into 1st 2nd or 3rd place, all with cash prizes. That’d be pretty awesome.
Here’s a random picture:
February 17th, 2007
Hello everyone.
Today I didn’t go to work. I went to the doctor. It didn’t go well. Nothings wrong with my heart. He did an EKG and wants me to do a couple other things, too, to make sure. Does anyone know, do I HAVE to do the other things he asked? Or are they just recommendations? One thing that was odd was he seemed concerned with my shoulders. Particularly how long I’ve had the tendinitis. He wants me to go to an orthopedic guy. One good thing would be if they did something so it never hurt again, but I don’t wanna pay. I’m cheap. The doc wants me to get an ultra-sound thing on my heart (gay) and to do a Horton test which would be attached to my heart for 24 hours. 1. I’m not taking any more days off unless I have sweet ass company around, have golf to partake in, or am getting married.
Amazingly, I still got 2 phone calls and a text message from work of people making fun of me. I don’t even have to be there to be made fun of. The reason for me being made fun of I doubt you’d understand it, it’s an ADP thing. But the point it, I get made fun of all the time, I get my shots in, too. Don’t worry.
UNC won, beat Duke. Yeah for me.
February 8th, 2007
Friday night Linds and I went to a chinese/japanese joint for some fine dining. Linds was practically in sweats and I was in my ADP attire, she was underdressed. We get the menus and she ordered frogs and I ordered Beef Tripe. Wanna know what the F that is? Try it. Go ahead.
Did you try it? Well quit reading and try it.
Did you think it was gross? It is. Chet would have thrown up on his plate. What is it you ask. Cow stomach. And actually part of it’s last meal, which makes it high in chlorophyll. It is covered in nerves from the stomach. Frogs were decent though. I left hungry.
“Well, at least you had Sunday off of work, right Bryce.” I wish, thanks for asking though Dan. I thought I had Sunday off, I really really did. I bragged to Dad, people at ADP, Miles maybe, and everyone at Applebee’s on Saturday that I actually had the day off. I’m watching tv on the couch and at 10:30 I get a call, Lindsey, telling me I have to be at work. I didn’t even say anything. She goes, “are you still there?” I say nothing. It’s hard to talk when your heart is in your throat. I honestly nearly cried. I had looked forward to a day off soooo much. I was CRUSHED. To add insult to injury I get a call from this Justin guy I work with who just called to say I was late for work and to be a CB.
At least Applebee’s was dead, got cut at 2:30 and here I am not cleaning.
Away I go to clean.
Superbowl party. Who’s coming?
February 4th, 2007