And, I'm still on the Amazing Race, which I'm surprised hasn't given me nightmares, because it's hella stressful to watch.
If you do watch it, let me just say that I hope that Flo DIES. That chick is such an uber bitch, and if I was her partner Zach, I would have murdered her and stuffed her body in the clue box a few episodes ago. She's always yelling at him and being evil and getting all out of control whenever he makes a mistake. Meanwhile, she wants to get busy with one of the gay twin models so she keeps helping them at every turn and he doesn't say shit. Zach, you need to smack that bitch up.
Oh... and I'm glad Ian and Teri are still in it. I want them to win.
Today was our company holiday party at Jillian's. We played lots of video games and I beat Kaia at air hockey. It was close. I also ate a lot of cheese, which I really don't want to be doing, because I'm trying to drop some mass. But, there was lots of cheese and not much else, so I ate that cheese. I also drank soda for the first time in a couple of weeks and that was damn good. Unlike your standard run of the mill dieter, I don't feel guilty about these actions or any sort of despair. But, I also don't want setbacks on this goal o' mine (excepting, of course, "Man vs. Meatball"), so tomorrow I will swim many laps. Important steps to a lesser Steve.
Tomorrow, I'm going to Capitol Music and renting a tenor sax for the unfriendly sum of $70/month. I've never played a tenor before but I'm going to play this one, hopefully soon, in a Skatalites cover band. To my credit, I did have an alto for a while and I took a few lessons. I never played any music on it though. Just scales. But, Skatalites songs are pretty simple and I do seem to have an aptitude for learning to play instruments and for playing songs by ear. So we'll see how it goes. I figure even if I don't like being in the Skatalites cover band, I'll get to see how I like playing tenor sax. If I like it, then I can play it in my soul cover band and let someone else play bass. It's a lot easier to find a bass player than a tenor sax player, I think. Plus, that would let me sing a bit too.
I have a new cell phone now. The number is the same but the phone kicks so much ass. It's got a built in camera, so I can take pictures. Here's a picture I took of Tia, our office dog:
Sadly, the guy that's training Tia to become an assistive animal is leaving our company next week. So Tia will no longer be around. That totally sucks. For as long as I've worked there, we've had a dog in the office all the time. Mark trains the dogs that you see with the yellow vests that assist disabled people. They work with him for a year and then they go to a doggie college and if they're good, they become someone's assistive animal. Once one of Mark's goes to doggie college, he gets another. So, we've had a few since I've been there, Tia being the most recent and my favorite. She's the sweetest dog ever and she loves when I come and say hello to her. She spends most of the day under Mark's desk, but if I walk anywhere near, she comes out and stares at me and wags. She's not supposed to get all crazy, but I'll play fetch with her or give her some good lovin' when I can get away with it. So sad that she won't be around anymore. Mark's dogs are the closest I get to actually having my own dog. Damn this apartment living!
Our last dog, Parry, didn't make it all the way through the program. They didn't feel he was confident enough and they thought he got distracted too easily. So he was adopted by my boss, Chad. That kicks ass because even though he was a bit short of being good enough to be someone's helper, he still is a really good, well trained and well behaved dog. He's very sweet and fun to play with and knows a lot of commands. Chad's got a relatively new baby and another one on the way and I think it's awesome that they'll get to grow up with such a great dog. Rad.
"Well... that about does her. Wraps her all up. Things seem to have worked out pretty good for the Dude and Walter, and it was a pretty good story, don't you think? Made me laugh to beat the band. Parts, anyway. Course, I didn't like seein' Donny go. But then, I happen to know that there's a little Lebowski on the way. I guess that's the way the whole darned human comedy keeps perpetuatin' itself, down through the generations, westward the wagons, across the sands of time until.... Aw, look at me. I'm ramblin' again. "