July 31st - National Bust-a-Move Day

It's the last day before Summer begins to slip out of our hands. I think it should be nationally recognized as National Bust-a-Move day in order to remind us to bust one last move before we have to say good by to sandals...I mean, assuming you're not a dirty hippie. And if you're a dirty hippie, well, I guess, welcome to cyber-space, hippie. www.chesapeakefields.com They make tasty soy chips. Cheese, Cinnamon, and Bar-B-Q...those are three flavors and not one mega-nasty flavor, in case the hippies are still with us. Then again, they're soy chips, cutting edge hippie food. I'm sure of two things: The hippies are already all over these chips and two flavors have been guaranteed best sellers.... Hemp and "Cheese-Cina-Bar-B-Q" We're grilling tonight. Can't wait. The porch swing is up too. I really need to take pictures. The minions are on auto-pilot. They're good, they're really good.

A Duck!

Weekend Update:

• So I quoted Monty Python twice this weekend....who's the nerd now?
• The minion's numbers have increased due to a new minion. Welcome new minion.
• The problem from last week has been resolved. Thank God.
• The White Sox still suck, but Jerry Owens and Josh Fields are looking good.
• For only the second time in my life I ran out of gas in my car, on a hil, 100 ft from my house. lame.
• I'm working til 7 all week. lame x2
• The new house is great.
• I love the word "fabulous".

That's all I've got for now.

Saturday < Purgatory

"Bless my lucky stars, a negro!" Brandon Fraser - "Blast From the Past" That was one of like two lines in that movie I enjoyed, aside from EVERYTHING that Christopher Walken said. I have no idea why it popped in my head, But I'm sure someone will come along and say "That's Racist!". It's not. Please visit here for more information: http://www.starpulse.com/Movies/Blast_From_The_Past/Summary/ Saturdays are when the crazy people come out. I need a young priest and an old priest just to fight back the demon possessions. Attention crazy people...it's not the endo of the world.

Taylor, Pedro, and Jay....The Same Mother?

It's really weird, and I'd give an extra high five to anyone who can name all three guys and their respective shows/networks they're on, but do these guys share a similar parental unit?

I felt like switching things up a little today. Work is all but non-existent. It's a little eerie.

Things to come: Pictures of the house and demos of the new songs.

It always happens to me...

It never fails. I wouldn't say I have "bad luck," I would just firmly agree with anyone that said, "Alex, these kind of things always seem to happen to you." Perhaps it's a test of my character or more so a testament to my ability to handle such situations. I just know that "this kinda thing" happens to me all the time. In Mississippi, I was grouped with a few individuals that I am confident none of my other team mates could have handled. The 'Everest' of group work. In Texas, I was in the back seat of a car that hit a pedestrian. It was the scariest night of my life, but I feel that I could handle something like that over most people. A few years ago at another bank, I was robbed by a guy dressed in a paint ball mask and pointing a gun at my head. The three women with me at the time would not have been able to continue to work under the same circumstances. So, this 'annoyance' really doesn't compare, but it's uncomfortable nonetheless. Admitting one's weaknesses or shortcomings is never exciting, especially when it comes to miscommunication. We'll see how it pans out. I suppose the reason I am confident, albeit frustrated, is knowing that God has placed me in this situation for a reason; I look forward to the grooming of such experiences and the wisdom that I will take from it. semi-colons are great; I mean, you can honestly use them anywhere; anywhere you want. There will not be interruptions tonight, or there'll be consequences!

Happy Hump Day: The Nerds Cometh.

Does anyone remember from middle school what it meant if you wore green on Wednesday? I always thought there had to be a correlation between that and the term "Hump Day". "It's REGARDLESS, dammit!"...This is a general memo to anyone out there willing to listen. "Irregardless" is not a word. Well, techincally it is, but if 'regardless' means the same thing as 'irregardless' why say 'irregardless'? That's like 1 second gone from your day. Multiply that by, for arguements sake, 365 days by 70 years, you get 7 hours of your life GONE. please, for the sake of the children...stop. Did the nerds kill Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Or has my sense of humor just matured? It's the quoting that killed that movie, I think. Seriously, Klingon and Monty Python quotes must come with a nerd handbook. Weird people make me nervous. That ackward guy who makes jokes to "flirt" but always in really out of bounds ways. Racist jokes aren't funny in general, let alone in public settings. And yes, she's always had red hair. You're 38...it's not funny anymore...it's creepy. *personal aside* I'm not trying to come off as super funny sarcastic judegmental guy. It's a by-product of listening. If we tape-recorded ourselves and listened, we'd all be really ackward, not funny, losers in 99 cases out of 100. Just saying. Happy "Hump" Day. May that mean good things in all senses of the word...the happy part, of course.

Express Lane to Migraines, or The Great Weight Off.

Wow, had I known I was going to be blitz-kreiged this morning, I would have thought twice about coming in. It was my fault, but the minions don't have to know that, right? The tidal wave known as office settlement and loan closings made for an interesting return to work. I now work 10 of the next 11 days. hmm. The migraine is creeping slowly upon me, like a Tyger in the night. Is that Keats? Citizens of Los Angeles....we have tacos! I am officially 7 lbs lighter one month into marriage and I can use the next notch in on my belt. Things are indeed, "good." Staring at this screen is killing me. Maybe more later.

Hairspray and Assless Chaps: A Typical Night at the Drive-In. (oh, and a little diddy about diets)

Drive-ins are sweet. If only I didn't have bucket seats. I think Cake wrote a song damning the advent of bucket seats...they must have loved drive-ins too. Mini-vans have replaced big cars at drive-ins and they aren't as comfortable. Not even close. Though, you can fit 6 people in the back of a mini-van, as we found out last night, in case someone was randomly doing a study on that subject. The other cool thing on the list was turning my Palm T/X into a remote control for Itunes and Windows MediaPlayer. In the eternal words of R. O'D, "Hawt." It is indeed as he said...Hawt. The minions are doing well, I guess. It's a quiet morning. I'm on my own for lunch, luckily, the mrs. has packed me a tasty lunch of fruit (yum), veggies (yum and yum) and an enchilada (Hawt). I am down 5lbs, good job Alex. The "eat three balanced meals and limit your snacking" diet is working quiet well. *stops for personal aside* I think I'm going to market this diet and write a book. I'll call it..."The Eat Three Balanced Meals and Limit Your Snacking Diet" Diet. I'll make millions. I could even package my own food. It'll just be like an apple wrapped in celophane. People won't know that all I did was take an apple and wrapped it in celophane and then told them to eat this and avoid large portions and last night snacks. My follow up book would be "Hey Fatty, How about a walk now and then?" Gold Mine Trebeck! Hawt.

A little "P.S." since I'm off tomorrow.

State Quarters are for suckers... and I hate "State Quarter" Day at the bank. People have been asking us for 4 weeks "When do the state quarters come in?" I could show you how much money people have lost since 1999 because they "collected" state quarters, but I'm nursing a weis brand diet-cola that's barely keeping my eyes open. Trust me though, big bucks. Seriously, collect stamps or something. I'm busy.

WoW a Dayoff...

The nerd alliance has begun development of a Private World of Warcraft server that would allow us to manipulate the game, content, and characters. It's nirvana for geeks worldwide. It can be found here: http://avalon.tomthefool.com Tomorrow AND Monday are days off for me. It's revolutionary. I don't even know what we're going to do. It should be a pretty nice Friday, though. Maybe go to Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Maybe the Home Depot. I don't know if we'll have enough time. Here's a tentative list of things to do: 1) Clean House 2) Clean Yard 3) Clean Car 4) Clean Self I'm hungry. This is the worst blog post ever. I heard a woman on the radio last night say that she's been blogging since 1995. No one has been caring since 1995. Ok, that's not true she's kind of famous and I like her show; but honestly, someone only says "I've been blogging since 1995" to prove how much more valid her opinion on blogging must be. It's blogging. It's ALL opinion. If it were "news" it wouldn't be called blogging it would be called "Newsing." ok, back to blogging... which for the record, I've been doing since 2001.

Indictments, Pep Talks, Laptops...and boom goes the dynamite

Michael Vick. Wow. Michael Vick. Michaaaeeeeel. (harnessing Gob from Arr.Dev.) Seriously. Rich people are BOR-ORED. Dog fighting? really? A year from now Vick will have to start using those lightening moves in the shower of a federal prison. I mean...allegedly, of course. Got a pep talk from the ol' manager today. It was good. I certainly feel more enthusiastic. Mission accomplished, I guess. It even turned into me giving a pep talk to one of the minions. good job minion. We're looking for a "new" laptop. Thinking of buying a pre-loved post-lease dell. $500 bucks for a $1500 computer. Not bad. Most of them have warranties that don't expire for a year or so too. good job Dell. On the clock til 7pm this evening. The long haul. I'm so excited I'm like a ticking time-bomb of smiles and high fives. and 'boom' goes the dynamite.

Embargo on Visitors

I've closed my door for the morning...(seriously, just because there's an open door, doesn't mean I'm accepting conversations.) It's amazing the parallels between the working world and the home life. I'm buying a sign to wear around my neck: No solicitors: if you worried if that includes YOU, it probably does. Time to look after the minions.

Day Two

*Someone's got a case of the "Monday's."* I'll keep pretense to a minimum. Blogs are usually chalk full of them. It was a typical morning. I'm loving my drive. It went from 45 minutes on the highway/city to 25 minutes on the back roads of the country. What a change. The change in amount time is one thing, but the peacefulness of the surroundings lend for a cerene and tranquil commute. Awesome. I'm learning to delegate better. I have the minions working on organization. Good job, minions.

Day One

It's saturday. I'm covering lunches on my "day off." No love for the manager. This is my day: -show up -assess branch status -ignore details, it's Saturday -log into computer -check various emails -check message boards -check online game status -check news -re-check email -repeat steps 2, 3 and 5 thru 8. -leave I think it will be important to keep this document for future genereations. Post Script: Helped move PJ and fam last night. Woke up early for "quasi-men's group" at panera, more moving....now work. This was the least funny thing I've written in months.