For Better or Worse

I've been keeping to my workout schedule a lot better than my dietary needs. It's funny. Most people diet without exercise, yet I exercise without diet. It's been a little difficult because of all the crap going on, and healthy food costs a shit-ton of money. We had a lot of fruits and vegetables, but I plowed through those like a champ.

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It's Monday, and I am in a large office with 7 PCs, surrounded by my coworkers. The hospital is testing the new computer software and I am an integral part of the testing piece. My entire group is actually. So we are here, doing this testing, except that we aren't doing it. We haven't tested anything yet, and it is past 1pm. I feel like when it comes to computer stuff, people are always in the hurry up and wait mode.

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My poor dog Miles scratch the shit out of his face again. We don't know if it is allergies or if he just has an infection, but whatever the problem, his face looks like he was in a UFC fight. Normally the skin around his face is black, but now it is red and bloody. Hopefully we can diagnose this problem soon.

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My cast iron skillet is cranking out some ridiculous food. I have a decent season on it, so things slide off it nicely. I'm thinking about doing this relatively soon.

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Jax and I went to Bar Louie last night, which is part of Patriot Place in Foxboro. We are thinking about doing our rehearsal dinner there, and being that the food was pretty good and it is down the street from where we are getting married, there is a good chance it could be there.

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My mother got back from Israel a couple days ago. She went for my cousin's bar-mitzvah. She also happened to go to a wedding as well. She always seems to bring back some sort of gift for us, which is nice but not necessary. The problem is the even-ness of the gift. For example, this year she bought Jax these really nice silver earrings with star of davids on the end. Inside the star of david is a chamseh. I got a 3mm by 3mm package of Saffron. How is that even?

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The NHL Winter Classic will be happening at Fenway Park on January 1st, 2010. Who they are playing is not known yet. Many believe it will be the Washington Capitals, however I heard it could be the Philadelphia Flyers. I would prefer it to be Montreal, Toronto or NY Rangers, but I don't run the league now do I? There is a problem with getting tickets though. It looks like the NHL regulates the ticket sales for the Winter Classic, and not the individual team that hosts it. After the season ticket holders get first crack at the tickets, a large majority of the tickets go to corporate sponsors. After the corporate sponsors get tickets, the remaining tickets are up for grabs via lottery system. I have to win a lottery just to be able to buy tickets to the game? Whatever happened to showing up early to stand in line, or logging onto the internet to buy them? This is horse shit.

Enough Already

How many times do I need to go over this? I am sick of seeing older naked men. I don't care if it is the locker room and they are either waiting for the shower, or just got out of the shower and are completely dry. And what is with HAVING CONVERSATIONS while naked?

Stop it. Stop it right now.

Toto

You don't say?

You know what I am sick of? Places people go to and then trying to get everyone they know to go there. Specifically, HONEYMOON destinations.

For example, and let me tell you, I have a TON of them.

I was at a golf fundraiser at the beginning of the month. I played a 4 man scramble with 2 ex-coworkers and a salesman. The salesman spent half his time trying to make a sale on the phone, which pissed me off a little. He finds out that I am engaged and starts asking where I am going for my honeymoon.

"So Joc, where are you and the future Joc looking to go for your honeymoon?"

"I'm thinking either St. Lucia or Turks and Caicos"

"Oh, don't go to either of those places. I went to Turks and blah blah blah I'm a moron"

"Oh. Ok....Well, St Lucia..."

"Yeah, that place sucks. Go to XYZ island because I went there and it was awesome. Did I tell you that I have a big mouth to offset the fact that my junk is tiny?"

I must have had a couple conversations that ended up that way. People were either telling me to go to their destination, or that their performance in bed has been lacking as of late. Well, they were telling me at least one of those things anyway.

You know what I am going to do? The opposite. Say I end up at St. Lucia and have the time of my life.

"Hey Joc. I'm planning my honeymoon."

"Where are you thinking?"

"Bahamas or St. Lucia"

"Don't go to St. Lucia. It is awful. You won't have a good time there. All they have there is the best food and drink, and single chicks walk around topless while serving you frozen grapes poolside while your wife is off at the spa getting a deep tissue massage by other naked chicks."

Intel

I dunno why, but I think this commercial is genius

Health: Update

So I'm at work yesterday, feeling bad about how Farrah died, and a co-worker reminds me about how people are coming in to take employee's blood pressure. If you are high, you qualify for one of their programs. Perfect timing for me.

I cheated a little bit though. We had a pizza party, and I had two slices of cheese. The only thing is, who got cheated, me or my health? Personally, I felt like I got cheated because two slices of pizza barely puts a dent in my appetite. And this pizza was good too. In the end, I felt like I missed out due to me still being hungry.

I go to the "workshop" if you will, and they take my BP. I qualify. But here's the weird thing: my systolic was higher, but my diastolic was much lower. What the hell is going on? Anyway, since I qualify, I give them my information, and they send me home with my own personal electronic blood pressure thing. They also give me a modem that hooks up to my phone. All I do is hook up the bp thing to the modem, press the send, and it transmits my readings to my company's website for me to track.

Now I know what you are thinking...why would you want your company to know what your BP is? I have an answer for you grasshopper. I work for the largest hospital group in New England. Two of these hospitals are currently ranked in the top 10 of the United States. If random people started reading my BP, they'd be breakig HIPAA and therefore get into trouble.

Anyway, I've been doing better. I've been to the gym 4 times this week. I plan on playing golf tomorrow. I've been eating healthy and that's about it. I weighed myself yesterday and was at 194, as opposed to 198, so either I am doing something right, or it is water weight. Also, in a weird turn of events, I took my blood pressure right after getting up this morning, and it was completely normal: 121 over 76. I dunno what happens during the day that makes it shoot up so high. Whatever...I'll keep monitoring it, which means I'll keep you posted.

Effort is worth something

Listen...

I don't post as often as I used to. Frankly, I don't know why. Since I have a lot on my mind, you would think that I would be posting more often. But alas, it is not the case. I dunno if it is lack of motivation, lack of energy, or lack of substance, but I still try to make an effort every so often. And how do I get repaid?

I'll give you a hint. Click on one of the links to the blogs I read. Go ahead. I'll give you a minute.
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OH...you understand now. I think 4 or 5 of the blogs I used to read have now been erased. No more Dearest Lauren, no more B....apparently I need to learn a secret handshake in order to get into Constant Winter, and Urban Paramedic is going away. What is the deal people? I can't just read about how Irish and Jew go out and get hammered at weddings every other weekend now, can I? (No offense Irish and Jew). Miss Puddin posts once every 296 days, so that leaves me with nothing. Thanks y'all. Thanks a lot.