I don't like ass kissers, flag wavers, or team players.  I like people who buck the system.  Individualists.  I often warn kids, "Somewhere along the way, someone is going to tell you, 'There is no "I" in team.'  What you should tell them is, 'Maybe not.  But there is an "I" in independence, individuality, and integrity.'"  -George Carlin

On the same note....

As Mr. Sloan always says, there is no "I" in team, but there is an "I" in pie. And there's an "I" in meat pie. Meat is the anagram of team... I don't know what he's talking about.  -Shaun of the Dead

I have a nasty case of bronchitis.  A week before multiple peener shows.  A week before copious amounts of alcohol.  Most importantly, a week before Ang arrives.

The doctor prescribed some antibiotics that he assured me would not cause "female" problems because he would hate for me to be "bitchy."  heh  He's a fucking riot.  He also threw in the mandatory cough syrup with bonus narcotic to help me sleep.  So far all it has managed to do is give me a mean case of the munchies.

There are still a few things I need to get done before the belle of the ball arrives next week.  Secret things that I can not discuss.  This is a bad time for me to be sick.

Many bazillions of thanks to Ang.  She rocks harder than you.  Ha!

I was informed just a few moments ago that I will be receiving one of my holiday gifts on November 18th.  Then I was told what it is.  I squealed like a 12 year-old at a NKOTB show.

*Horrible subject segue*  Anchored squats suck.  Monster suck.  My quads feel like rocks.  They should only feel like this after I've done something comepltely... freaky.  Two days in a row of pilates is not a good thing, but they were the only ones available this week.  OK, so it wasn't just the squats that turned my quads into painful boulders, but I think it is what pushed me over the edge.  When my trainer dropped by the office this morning to say hi I hissed at her.  Literally.  She laughed.  If I could have lifted my leg high enough I would have kicked her in the ankle.

On to other things.  Twelve days until Ang's arrival.  So far the line-up looks something like this:

• Wednesday - Staged peener show
• Thursday - Dinner theater, kinda
• Friday - possibly unscripted peener show
• Saturday - National comedy act
• Also need to fit in - a trip to downtown

I'll spare you another subject change.  However, I will let you know that I feel another open letter coming on.

This is what happens when I read someone else's blog. However, I hope to see some of ya there.  If you are actually going to play and want my PS name, just let me know.  I don't play at PokerStars often and I have never played poker, virtual or live, for cash.  This should be interesting.

By the way it costs nothing to enter other than the mandatory code down there.  So really, you have nothing to lose ya slacker.

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This is why I shouldn't be allowed to take pencils to meetings.

My birthday was Sunday.  A group of people from OH's place of employment & myself went to dinner at a terribly expensive steakhouse.  Final tally, $600.  Thank goodness the only actual cash that was spent was on the tip.  The rest was comped.  Sometimes it is good to know people.

Dinner conversation included stories about people from Las Vegas' past that met their demise under suspicious circumstances, gambling wins & losses (both personal & witnessed) and sexual exploits.  I don't think the people running the posh eatery were terribly fond of our rowdiness.  Oh well.

On the pilates front... I am completely insane.  My body has been in positions I have only heard about, mainly from those exploits mentioned above.  What really scares me, I actually enjoy the torture.  The hour with my trainer goes by so terribly quick.  I want to do it more.  I think I may have to actually break down & buy a gym membership if I can find the cash.  I'm digging this fitness thing & some cardio would do me good.  Luckily I have a friend that I can workout with, so I think I have a chance of making it stick.

In 19 days I will get to see & hang out with Ang.  It has been far too long since I have seen her.  We had such a blast the last time she was here that I am really looking forward to her visit.  We only got to hang out for a few hours, but we get along famously.  Seriously, we are a forced to be reckoned with.  I have taken several days off so as to be able to hang out properly.  Which reminds me, I need to purchase some tickets.  I love being a tour guide for people I like & I plan to take Ang to at least one place she has never been on her trips to Vegas.  Hopefully there will be a lot of photographic evidence as well.

Now for something completely different...  While reading Miss Nutter's blog she had a link to the following video.  I have to give credit where it's due.  Enjoy.

Pilates.  On machine thingies called reformers and cadillacs.  I sought out this torture.  I asked for it.  Fuck, I'm paying for it in more ways than one.  I must be out of my fucking squishy mind.  But I'll thank myself for it once I can walk upright again right?  RIGHT?!?

My sacrum feels something akin (I would imagine) to the aftermath of being tied to a tree and humped by a pack rabid gorillas that haven't seen a female in 12 hours.  Not muscle pain.  On the top, next to the skin, please don't breathe on me and God help you if you touch me pain.

Its not a pilates studio, its a torture chamber.  And I walk into it of my own free will twice a week.  There's no hope for me.

September 10th is never a good day for me.  At least not since 2003.  Its the day Shane passed away & I am generally a little mopey that day.  There are even occasions when I get a little misty thinking about things.  It happens.  I can't help it.

Monday was compunded by one million shit balls when I found out that someone I have had problems with since I transferred to my new position was trying to get me bounced.  I'd go into more detail, but I don't know who exacly knows this place exists so that's all I am going to say at this point in time.  I will say that I have been told by people that are far above this prize of a human that it will be handled.

So, this entire week has been one giant shitball for the most part.  The only upshot has been that I got the funding issue worked out after I had to drop my classes.  Now I gete to start classes at the beginning of October.  Woo!

You may have noticed miscellaneous links in this entry,  I have no life & in order to amuse myself I have made particular items audibles.  Yes, I'm a dork.