Snow, and everything it brings with it.

I was walking out of the gym this morning, and noticed it was snowing. I've never been a fan of snow, as some of you might know. Sure, there was the 2 hour delays and snow days when I was in school, but even then, I didn't care for the fluff. Started to hate it more when I had to drive through it to get to Mason and work. It seemed Mason would never cancel classes, in addition to my building not closing for anything less then the second coming. The only time I cared for the snow was when I was grabbing handfuls of it and packing into a thermos for someone. At least it made them smile that day.

On a happier/procrastinating note, I'm currently hooked on a comic that I discovered last week, Ander Loves Maria. It's a swedish comic, full of drama. This has been my time killer at work, besides "studying" for the GRE.


On writing

There is something about a hand written letter that speaks in volumes than an email can ever get across. It shows that the person cares enough to sit down, think out what they want to write, and then put it down with their own hand and try not to fuck up too much to the point where words start to look like a monkey fucking a coconut.

It's not often that I get a hand written letter from someone. Of the last four; one consisted of 2 words (first word ended with "UCK" and second word ended with "OU"), the second contained human liquids, which ones I'm pretty sure I don't want to know. Then there are the ones that my good friend Kelly wrote. Thank you for the letters.

And to answer your question, you need the following: a pack of corn tortillas (we typically buy Casa Blanca tortillas), a deep fryer, and salt. Cut the tortillas into 6ths, or however big you want they are your damn tortillas, and then deep fry them until crispy. Post frying, salt lightly. Eat. I sometimes like to sprinkle sugar on the chips, instead of salt, when I have a sweet tooth and feeling really Mexican.



I really shouldn't be surprised that the day I want to work on some of my graduate application, the Army decides not to allow me to get access to my Google documents. I guess I'll just work on some GRE practice tests. Such a pity, I hate it when my motivation is crushed.


Dog and bath

I'm sure you all are dying to hear about Jager's bath last night. Well, it didn't happen. Mom talked with one of the parents at school, who happens to be a dog trainer, and she said not to wash him, as it would be bad for the puppy. The smell that is coming off the dog is the natural oils that the dog produces in order to keep his coat healthy and such. Other than that, we have to, more than likely, go out and get new puppy shampoo and cream rinse. The trainer suggested that we do this after hearing about the shampoo my parents used on him the first ttime. We'll see what happens.


GRE Words of the day

Amortize – to diminish by installment payments
I like "amortize" as I wasn't aware there was an actual term for the diminishing by installment payments

Acme – highest point; summit; the highest level or degree attainable


Alacrity – speed or quickness
It just sounds cool.

Jäger smells

Yesterday getting back from work, I did my typical pick Jäger up and hold him in my arms and scratch his stomach and chest. My god the dog smelled horrible. I mean his scent was on my hands for the rest of the evening. I couldn't help but want to dunk him in some soapy water and wash the smell off of him. We're going to give him a bath tonight, his second one. This is going to be entertaining as, from what I heard from my parents giving him a bath, it is a bit of a challenge.

On a side note, father claimed that Jäger has fleas. He described the event of him pulling off something small from his fur, and then it, presumably a flea, jumped off of his hand and onto the ground. I was amazed that there would still be fleas outside, seeing as it is so cold. And in a revelation of facts on the flea collar, I believe that the flea collar took care of the whole dog's body. Not the case, as it only protects the dog's neck.


Gym in the morning from now on.

So with my aggitation yesterday with not going to the gym, with the lack of parking and then walking in and seeing it swamped, I decided to start working out in the morning. I arrived at the gym at 5am, it was basically deserted. Oh, how I missed this atmosphere of being able to go to any machine and be able to workout at my pace.

Speaking of workout pace, I vomited again this past Sunday while training with Wendy. I think it's because how fast she expects me to work. Which, what she's expecting and what I'm capable of, is completely understandable. But when I work out, I'm typically slowed down by other people. Tomorrow I'm going to do my cross fit work out. Hopefully I don't hurl during that one.

One awkward thing though, I saw one of my old scouts at the gym this morning with his dad. I recognized them, but didn't say anything. He was a brat the majority of the time, but his dad was pretty cool. One of the adults that was actually pretty cool to talk to. I'm aware that they were doing double takes at me as well. I guess it's a good thing that I've got the beard going and I lost the glasses. I'm pretty sure they'd be able to recognize me then.


First post of 2009

I really hate my gym now. Well, not the gym itself, it's awesome. I hate the resolution members of the gym. I know they aren't going to be there long, but still. It's just an hassle to wait for someone I know who is going to give up on their resolution at the beginning of February. It's bad enough that I try and skip my Monday workouts just because of everyone who're catching up for skipping their Friday, Saturday, and Sunday visit. Oh well. I figure I'll have to wait a month before I can do actual supersets without having to wait 20 minutes for someone else to finish up.