Nose Cone

Ive decided to end this blog.

I’ll probably remove it this weekend

Till next time

ciao

Something Unpredicted

Something strange, well strangER happened to me and I have to pay close attention to it…I shall be writting again in a day or two…

 

Try to behave

The Dairy Industry SUCKS

I will never understand how human beings can treat animals the way we do.   Slap some gorgonzola on that boys

 

 

Do you understand that when you buy the products these repellent dickstains create you are helping the continuation of torture, neglect and cruelty.

Boston on a Saturday Night

I believe I’ve established the fact that I love Boston.  I grew up in NY and spent time in Manhattan, but seriously..no comparison for me, I prefer Boston.  But anyway Saturday night we had tickets to  a preseason Bruins game, so we went into town for dinner then the game,  got off the T at downtown  crossing and bummed around a little…downtown crossing is primarily huge department stores and carts selling dead things on a stick

                                                 

while walking over to the Garden we got to watch the finish of a few hundred speeding cyclists right though the center of town.  Those  people are brave, there zooming along at about 40mph in a crowd of about 50 other cyclists crammed in a 15 foot wide lane…if one person falls or clips another imagine what a colossal human pile up that would create?  I’m sticking with running seems less dangerous…we ended up having dinner at a place called Hurricane O’Reillys, it was alright, primarily I was there to drink beer not to eat so much.  And trust me its hard to go to restaurants and try to find some decent vegetarian food, plus no dairy, OY Ive got to bring my own garden burgers!

On to the Bruins and ice hockey.  We had fantastic seats, the same seats we had for the Madonna concert

                                                         

7 rows off of the ice!  Currently I am begging my girlfriend to get us tickets for the Halloween game, its on Saturday afternoon….what a blast!  As we were watching the game, my horrible sistah kept texting me about how the Red Sox were losing to NY…I cannot care about baseball when I am seeing ice hockey, there is just no possible way, hockey gets 100% of the attention.  We ended up leaving during the third period,,being that my girlfriend is willing to go to the Halloween game I am thinking she enjoyed herself, it was alot of fun and we had many good chuckles!

 

We watched the Patriots win yesterday…yeah, pretty much who cares.  Then watched the remake of Pelham 123…the original was a fantastic movie, this new one with John Travolta was alright, and Im not one of those people who think all originals are better then remakes (johnny Depp as Willy Wonka fabulous) but it just seemed to be missing something…cant figure out what it is though and dont care enough to try.

Kettlebell workout yesterday was good, got the hour cardio in then, being there were really no new people in class (Sunday is an introductory class) out instructor worked us like he does in Thursdays class, in other words, I am sore.  He worked the legs heavy introducing a new hammie stretch….I am feeling it today, still looking forward to the home workout tomorrow, I am starting to see more improvements in my strength and even in my endurance, although I believe the endurance and how I feel during my workouts have alot to do with cutting out meat.  I’m telling you eat no meat or dairy for 2 weeks and I will guarantee you will fell better.

 

Under the Belly of the Yum Yum Tree

I have no idea what the title to this post means it’s just something that was kicking around my head this morning while working out.  I love being able to work out early Saturday morning, its my favorite part of the day

                                                   

The mist was rising off the lake this morning and it was lovely…and now I am sitting sipping my delish coffe with coconut cream.  Work has been a little odder then usual these days, the company hired this bizarro chick, we call her West Coast Nana, obviously shes from California and shes a freak (not because shes from california mind you) I seldom work with WCN which is good because the few times I’ve had to work with her she yammers on and is needy and whiny and alright shes ugly, so her mere existence just pisses me off.  Anyway theres alot of bitching about WCN in the office, people really dont like her and I couldnt quite understand the intense dislike until….West Coast Nana was caught talking crap about me to another employee  (a good friend), who told me all about it…oh nana  I dont care how old you are Im sending you home crying…

West Coast Nana got fired from her last job…we don’t know why, but now shes a bit paranoid about losing this job, shes always asking how shes doing, if she measures up…completely exposing her flank for me to attack..so after I heard WCN try to screw me over I went up to her and asked “Did you quit or something?” she lolled her monster skull to one side and said “No, why do you think that” Now, I know what Im about to do is cruel, but its so much fun to watch someones paranoia run away with them..”hmm thats weird, I just heard the bosses talking in the office and I thought they said this was your last week..” I walked away.  This happened on Tuesday, so she was shitting her pants all week..and it was beautiful.  When Friday came the Owner asked me where WCN was, he wanted her to work late, I said shes outside I’ll go get her for you…I walked up to her and said “The Owner wants to talk to you for a minute.” I could have told her what he wanted, but why not let her believe shes about to be canned…the look on her face was priceless, and that was a good way to start my weekend.

Whats even better is my girlfriend got us tickets to the Bruins game tonight…I am seriously excited, I love the Bruins.  My girlfriend has never been to a hockey game, she doesn’t like the violence of the sport…violence?  I wasn’t aware of any violence in hockey…silly woman my girlfriend…tomorrow is an early football game, its supposed to rain here in Boston, so that will be an enjoyable game to watch…what a steller weekend!!

Train to Monsterville

I found myself stuck yesterday and even this morning, stuck in my head.  And this hasn’t happened for awhile, I got sucked into some internal dialogue/argument/resolution that hadn’t even happened yet, and did not happen at all.  Its interesting, kind of like my brain is all pissed off that Im not living there and wants to take me on a trip somewhere, well I hopped on the train and went for a 36 hour ride, what a waste BUT a learning experience, when I realized what I was doing (at about half way through shampoo stage) I let that dialogue drop away, and thats the best way I can put it,  I simply dropped it, I thought, what is so bad about this moment that I need to create somewhere else to be…nothing, hot shower, coconut conditioner, life is good…Im staying here, sorry brain (and dont expect me to use you at work either!).

Tai Chi class was last night, the class is small (which I like) the instructor takes the time to watch your movements and adjust them and show you why you are moving the way you are..meaning that tai chi, as we are being taught although is a martial art is tough to envision why you move certain ways without being in a fight, so the instructor explains that you move your hands a certain way to block, then move another way to deflect, step away etc..its easier to understand the movements when you know what they were created for.  I also learned that he teaches as the local yoga studio in our town…sweet.

 Its going to be another wonderful day here in Boston AND it is the first full day of fall…yay

Thick & Yellow

Yesterday morning Myrtle beat me into the office, I knew he was there because I could smell bacon, I dont know whether he just produces that smell as a result of consuming so much of the stuff, or he was actually eating something with dead pig on it.  He was sitting down reading the paper eating  grease and ketchup  between an english muffin

“ahh, Myrtle what are you orally burying this morning?” I asked

“good morning, what did you say?”

“what are you entombing in the sarcophagus known as your body?”

“oh” he looked at the sammie

“bacon egg and cheese”

“fabulous, did you take your cholesterol meds this morning, wouldn’t want you keeling over at the morning meeting.”

“I’m fine thanks for asking.”

 Lately I do not give Myrtle a break about his eating habits, if he was single I really wouldn’t give a crap, but he has an obligation (i.e. child) and he needs to honor said obligation, not become a health burden to it in later years.  I printed out these two charts for him

 

Food	Serving Size	Cholesterol
Boiled egg	1	225 mg
Cream cheese	1oz	27 mg
Cheddar cheese	1oz	19 mg
Butter	3.5oz	250 mg
Lamb	3.5oz	70 mg
Beefsteak	3.5oz	70 mg
Chicken	3.5oz	60 mg
Kidney, beef	3.5oz	375 mg
Liver, beef	3.5oz	300 mg
Ice Cream	3.5oz	45 mg
Sponge cake	3.5oz	260 mg

Food	Cholesterol
All vegetables	0 mg
All fruits	0 mg
All grains	0 mg
All pulses	0 mg
All nuts	0 mg
All seeds	0 mg
All vegetable oils	0 mg

 

 

I told him a good way to drop your cholesterol is to stop eating so much of it, what surprised me is that he comes from a family with no history of heart disease, no high blood pressure, no diabetes….which leads me to believe his health problems are primarily caused by lifestyle.

This video was created by a drug company, but it is fairly good..

Angry Sweating Yogis

The class that comes before the Sunday Kettlebell class is some kind of sweaty yoga class, Im not quite sure what they do in that room because its done in the dark, then everyone comes out all sweaty and exhausted looking…and when our class goes in the room its about 85 degrees and smelly with puddles of dna all over the wood floor…I clean my sweat up the sweaty yoga people should do the same…..but the sweaty yoga people dont like us…ours is the last class of the day, our instructor gets there on time and expects the room to be cleared of the sweaty people in capris, but they never leave on time…infact the yoga class always runs over and this tends to piss our instructor off, so he now barges into the class turns on the lights and starts setting up…this REALLY pisses off the snatchy yoga queen and her bevy of cod pieces who bitch and moan at us on the way out of their class, clutching there yoga mats and sneering.  The gym tried to resolve the issue turning each class into 55 minutes giving everyone 5 minutes to clear out before the next class, but that didnt work.  I heard the yoga instructor yammering at the front desk about how her class needed more time and that it should be extended, she was surrounded by her coven of head waggers “oh yes, your right, we SHOULD get more time…yes mommy”.  I keep thinking theres going to be a fight, like in West Side Story, the yoga people vrs the Kettlebell people, they will turn into supercharged rubber people and try to strangle us and we, ofcourse, will beat them to death with a kettlebell..seems unfair really…but ofcorse there will be singing and dancing, that kind of makes up for the brutality…..kind of

 

The Jets beat the Patriots, we watched the whole game because I never believe the patriots loose until the fat lady sings, in this case the fat lady would be the patriots coach, bill bellycheck …she sung.  This weekend went by so fast, the weather was lovely…looking forward to my next, and final tattoo, we are going to Newport in October Im still shopping for tattoos, not quite sure what to get…theres also a Harry Potter exhibit at the Museum of Science in October featuring alot of the props and special effects stuff used in the Harry Potter series, we are definitely hitting that one….see I told you October was the best month of the year, I wont even mention my favorite holiday on the 31st, much too early to get so excited…

 I heard this song while poking through radio stations Saturday and it reminded me of my brother James

Competition is Nasty Business

Americas Got Talent is the name of a show my girlfriend and I watch, and I really cant watch shows like this because I pick someone I want to win and when they dont I get really cranky…although i know my pick would not win I still went with her and it was this amazing singer Barbara Padilla

I think she will end up having a brilliant career, now about the man she lost to

Heres the thing, I knew Kevin Skinner would win and it had NOTHING to do with his singing abilities (or lack thereof) America wanted to change someones life, America went for the crying chicken guy from Kentucky who was without a job who wanted to do better for his family…well done chicken guy…nicely played..why go for the middle income stable family, job having, masters degree carrying cancer survivor.. who could sing you bloody…Americans had a chance to feel like someones hero and thats what they did, I am glad for him and his family but lets be honest, it was a talent show and Kevin Skinner would have been sent packing if the show was judged on talent alone.

 

Have a lovely Friday

Bob

When I got hom from work the other night, Bob was sitting on the front porch

 

                                                  

I was thrilled and had a wonderful workout with him and the rest of my emerging kettlebell family…today Im a little sore, and tonight is the big workout with the hour cardio and the hour class, tomorrow I should be wrecked…nice

So Myrtle (man/turtle guy) has been coming in every morning munching on a dunkin donuts breakfast sammie

honestly, I dont say anything to him…he thinks he’s in  good shape, he told me so himself for a guy ‘his age’ I thought when people said stuff like ‘for a guy my age’ they mean something like 50 or 60, this guy is in his mid 30s.  I’ve come to find out that hes already suffered a mild heart attack and is on anti anxiety medication… what a dangerous combination of facts this is for me to have.  Well I thought it was going to be fun until i met his daughter, Myrtle came walking in with her one morning because she was sick and his ex wife was going to pick her up and take her to the Dr.  Thanks for bringing you ill kid into work you crotch bonnet….so even though I would love to be there when Myrtle takes a bite of his sammie, grabs his chest and drops to the floor, I will not poke him until he does that…his daughter needs him, I suppose, at least for his paycheck.

Madge…what are you doing?