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Wednesday, 1 September 2010

Day 186: It wasn’t named after Luke’s Great Grandmother.

Week 27:  Do at least 15 crunches each day this week.

Good evening. Luke and I just got back from Lake Jean, and man oh man did we have fun. We swam, had a little picnic of fruit and cheese on whole wheat crackers, fed some mallard ducks some of our quackers (oh yeah I went there) – basically had a ball. It was a really good day. My friend Shad and his girlfriend Alicia met us there. They just moved up from Florida and camped at Rickets Glenn park and Lake Jean a couple of weeks ago, and when they asked If Luke and I would like to come up on one of my days off this week, how could I say no?
They are a cool couple because they like to do things, not just sit around and watch TV. I work with Shad, who by far is the best craps dealer I have ever seen or have had the privilege to deal with. He’s a showman, and when working a shift with him the hours seem to fly by with a lot of laughs and a lot of customers having a good time.
All in all I got to say it was a good day.
I hope everybody had a great day and had as much fulfillment as Luke’s water-soaked diaper.
Later,
Barry J

Thursday, 19 August 2010

Day 173: This is for you, “Judy”.

Week 25:  Do at least 15 push-ups each day this week.

Good morning. Luke is lying in bed, and I just got done doing my crunches, push-ups, and weight lifting. We both went to bed pretty early last night due to the fact that neither of us had a nap after yesterday’s excursions. Today should be pretty interesting considering that it’s 7:30 in the morning and I have to be at work at 7:30PM — I can already hear nap time being called at noon.
A women at work asked why I don’t blog about her, and then she proceeded to set the rules if I would ever decided to. Interesting, very interesting. She told me I have to use a fake name for her, so I’ll call her… “Judy”. “Judy” then proceeded to tell me that I can’t say anything about how she constantly, and I mean constantly, comes to me in the E.D.R. and says, “That’s not on your diet, Barry, that’s not on your diet, Barry.” Thanks Judy, I didn’t know I was on a diet. Enjoy your pie.
Do you sense tension? Yeah, me too. It’s just that “Judy” noticed me eating healthy one day and asked what was up, so I gave her a Fit School business card and ever since she became my personal consumption monitor. It’s not like I’m sitting there eating cake or soda. Sheeesh. So if you’re reading this, “Judy” – worry about your side of the street. I’m keeping mine clean. Deal.
I hope everybody has a great day, and do I even have to put a comment here or can you figure it out?
Later,
Barry J

Sunday, 1 August 2010

Day 154: Who could that be?

Week 21: Walk/Run 30 minutes, 4 days this week – Walk 10 minutes, (run 1 minute / walk 1 minute) x5, Walk 10 minutes

Good morning. I just woke up and got done with my crunches, push-ups and healthy breakfast (which consisted of oatmeal and blueberries). I’m going to pick up Luke at his Grandmother’s, and then from there I have no idea what we’re going to go get into. It’s raining here so Knoebels isn’t going to be part of the plan. Maybe we’ll do the visit thing and start knocking on some doors. Friends and family love it when Luke shows up on their front stoop unannounced. Me, on the other hand, I’m not so sure about, but I’m a part of the package so hah.
I hope everybody has a great day, and if you hear a knock on your door, you might want to check first.
Later,
Barry J

Friday, 25 June 2010

Day 117: I’ll find it someday.

Week 17:  Eat 1/2 cup beans each day this week.

Barry J.

Good morning. I’m having coffee and oatmeal while wearing my Jif socks. I think it’s funny that my comfort foods used to be chocolate and sausage, and now oatmeal and Jif feel like home to me. Not that I need comfort right now, I’m just working through some things that I’ve been confused about lately, or possibly most of my whole life. But I have this saying about confusion. Confusion is good – it means you’re searching for something. Pretty deep huh? Like a mud puddle in the road.
The work party I went to last night was a lot of fun. The Casino went all out on food and drink, and they even had a Bob Seger tribute band playing. If you don’t know who Bob Seger is Bing it, Google it, or ask Cindy Harris.
Maribeth, Teddy, Kyle and a bunch of other craps dealers were there. Also, I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned Tony before, but he was there too and he’s a great guy. Whenever we go out he gives me great advice on how to meet women in large social gatherings, and considering last night there were over 200 women at the party, he was coaching like Milt Thompson (Phillies batting coach). No, I didn’t strike out. I didn’t get up to bat. I don’t date people I work with. Tony laughed at me when I told him this, but thought it was a wise decision in the long run. He did ask me a question that added to my confusion. He goes “Baar, you don’t go out to bars, you don’t go to church, and you’re not going to date anybody you work with. Do you have a laboratory at your apartment I don’t know about where you’re building a woman?”  Now mind you, this was meant as a joke, not to be mean. Tony has a very strong Italian sense of humor and has made me laugh out loud more than anybody else in our class over the past fourteen weeks, so I looked at him and said, “I’m just waiting for your Mom to have another daughter so I can date her in thirty years or so.” He has like four brothers and six sisters, but the funny part is that his Mom is eighty-five years old. He was in the middle of taking a drink and sprayed it all over Kyle when he started laughing, which was priceless.
I’m not worried about finding anyone. I’m worried about why the garbanzo beans I’m eating aren’t giving me any gas jokes. I thought for sure I’d be repeating some pretty funny stuff. But nope, nothing.
I hope everybody has a great day and gives Kyle a towel.
Later,
Barry J

Wednesday, 23 June 2010

Day 115: An early morning play date.

Week 17:  Eat 1/2 cup beans every day this week.

Barry J.

Good early morning. I’m typing this blog at 1:15 am because Luke and I are going to be heading out to see an old friend when we wake up and I’m pretty sure I won’t have time to check in later on in the day. My friend Jim called me Monday to see if we wanted to come and play with his twin daughters who are almost two and a half years old. What am I going to say to that – No? Not on your life . First of all, Jim is my oldest friend, going all the way back to high school, and I don’t get to see him that much anymore now that we’ve both become parents. Just the fact that we have children makes us laugh when we talk on the phone. Looking back at some of the adventures Jim and I have had together, it’s amazing that we’re here at all. Example. Jim called me up one time from Prescott, Arizona back in 1992 and asked if I could come and pick him up. Mind you, I was in between jobs and had nothing better to do, and he was in a jam. It took me less than thirty-two hours to go more than 2300 miles. Don’t do the math and kids, NEVER, EVER try to do that. I hate to put myself down, but trust me, that was stupid. I was in a hurry to get nowhere fast for no reason. If I had to do it all over again I would have taken a lot more time and stopped at the world’s largest ball of twine.
Anyway. When I get up I’ll do all my exercises and have my oatmeal. I blended all my fruits and veggies together and will be taking the birdie juice with us when we split around 8:30 am. I can’t wait to see how Luke plays with the twins. I wonder if he’ll be confused because they’re identical. I know I’m going to be. I haven’t seen them since February.
I hope everybody has a great day and that my son never does some of the things that I have done.
Later,
Barry J

Thursday, 17 June 2010

Day 109: Here today. Gone tomorrow.

Week 16:  Walk for at least 30 minutes, 4 days this week.

Barry J.

Good morning. I’m eating whole wheat toast with Jif while I’m wearing “I Love Jif” socks. That’s right, I said I’m wearing socks that have “I Love Jif” written on them. My sister, Barb, sent me another package from our friends at Smuckers. This time it was a six pack of 18oz. Jif, a travel coffee mug with Jif on it, and socks. She said it was an early Father’s Day gift. Did I ever mention how much I love my sister? Yeah, I think I did. Both of them are just the best.
Scott the 310 pound dude on my couch left last night. I mean he’s gone. Poof. I got home from dealer school last night, and I found my back door open so I entered with extreme percussion. Not because I was worried about an intruder – not where I live. It’s those raccoons that had my nerves on end. Everything was fine in my abode, but there was no Scott. No note.  All his stuff was gone. Well that’s not true, in the fridge he left six jumbo hot dogs, a quarter box of buffalo wings, blue cheese dressing, a half bag of chips, some Pepsi and, of course, breakfast sausage. I tried his cell phone, but it went straight to voice mail. When I woke up I tried his number again and he answered.  I asked what’s up? “Man, I just really didn’t feel like I was going to fit in up there.” He said to me in a disappointed voice. I tried to explain to him that it was only three days into the orientation and that it takes time to meet people. Also that it’s hard to tread into unknown territory, but the adventure starts with a single foot step. Picture if you will a brick wall holding a cell phone driving south on the PA turnpike after it got done telling the rest of the building it didn’t want to be part of the structure. I wish him the best of luck with whatever he does. Also, that he learns how to close doors – all different types.
I’m heading out for my walk and shutting and locking the door behind me.
I hope everybody has a great day and in the words of Kurt Cobain, “Get away, get away, get away, way, way from your home.” If not for an adventure just to let you know how good you’ve got it at home.
Later,
Barry J

Monday, 14 June 2010

Day 106: Oh yeah, that’s why.

Week 16:  Walk at least 30 minutes, 4 days this week.

Barry J.

Good morning. I just got done scarfing down my oatmeal and banana, and I’ll be heading out for my walk here after I’m done checking in with you guys.
 My friend came up from Atlantic City last night. He’ll be staying with me for three days while he goes through orientation at the casino we’re working at. He decided to move up here and try some good living in the mountains for a change of pace and get away from the hustle of A.C. Can’t say I blame him one bit. Now mind you, I have nothing against Atlantic City personally, it’s just a place I didn’t care to live or work. Plus I like elevation. Give me a mountain. Give me a hill. Give me something. They do have the beach, and the A.C. beach (contrary to popular belief) is a really nice one. If you’re into surfing or boogie boarding, right out from the Showboat hotel and casino there are some of the best breaking waves in the area. I know this because I used to work swing shift and in the summer, and when I would get done at 6:00am I would grab my board and be in the water by 6:15am. The guys who were out fishing used to call me “Barry the Bait” because they said that was the most dangerous time for sharks, but I never had a problem. I still have all ten fingers and all twelve toes (inside joke), Of course back then I didn’t have Luke and I was a lot more reckless. Would I do it now? Nope. When Luke is older and he wants to “crusie it” I’ll be glad to teach him what I know, which is not much by the wave (that’s right I said wave). For right now the kiddie pool in the back yard is cool enough for me.
Getting back to the 310 pound 6′ 4″ dude who’s sleeping and possibly wrecking my couch — his name is Scott and he really is a good guy. He was nice enough back in the day to let me stay with him and his wife when I needed a place to crash, so I think it’s great I can reciprocate the favor (or as I like to think of it – just be a good friend). So far he has left the refrigerator door open and left two used Q-tips on the bathroom sink for me. Yep, he’s a good friend. I remember now why I don’t want roommates ( Just kidding brother).
I hope everybody has a great day and throws their toiletries away.
Later,
Barry J