z’s bubbles 2

WHoa… 2.5 months to read a teeny tiny book. Not quite impressive. I’ll have to work on that one. On a much more upbeat note, I’ve been working out every day for two weeks now (excluding Sundays). There was only one mishap of me sleeping in and therefore having to go after work. I think that’s pretty good if I may say so myself.

Of course the last 2 days I’ve been so incredibly tired. I don’t know if it’s because I sleep a bit less or because of stress or because of the increase in physical activity… It’s not very pleasant though. I do hope that it will pass over the next few weeks…

So today is one of those days that doesn’t start like one wants it to… I woke up late, we wont make it to church, we’re still short on cash…

Yet there are things to be grateful for: health, incredibly great kids, a loving wife, friends and acquaintances who are inspiring… I think we can make today fun

Somehow this is not confidence inspiring for someone using gmail as primary email client…

Bummer… Now I feel somewhat dismembered.

It has set in… the dreaded blah-mood. Where I am completely unhappy with myself, don’t know what do to with myself. And when something sounds interesting, there’s that yes-but-does-it-move-me-forward voice.

It feels like one just can’t win…

On a happier note, this past week I went to work out every day. Whoohoo! That never happened before Now we’re going for the second week in a row.

Anyhow… let’s see if I can find my guitar cables somewhere…

.. on project management: On Our Project, We’re Always 90% Done

I know I do some of these things “wrong”…

I had the strangest dream this morning. It had to be this morning since it was after Sheryl Crow and Sting tried to wake me up. (How come Ruth’s song is my wake-up tune anyway?)

So a lot of people were stranded in this desert place. A cold, small desert island. And there were “bad guys” of course. And they wanted something. Never could figure out what they wanted but they wouldn’t let us go anywhere. It felt like a plane crash had happened (What do you mean, I’ve watched “Lost” once too many?)

Anyhow, in the end I was supposed to make coffee for them but first I couldn’t figure out which powder to use and then, moving everything around, I couldn’t find it anymore. It was stored in something looking like a spice-cabinet. In the end, I was left with this overwhelming feeling of having to look for something very important, that I knew was there, but that I couldn’t quite grasp…

Today was rather interesting. We did make it to church. Though I do have to attribute it to sheer luck and/or devine intervention as I don’t know what would have happened had I not jumped out of bed (literally) at 7am…

And it was good. Insightful even I’d say. People revealed a lot about them. And with Ruth’s insights later on, it all made more sense (the whole “if you’re struggling with something, chances are others are too” idea).

Cute moment? Liam talking to Cora as she’s trying to “steal” the grocery cart from him: “Cora, you can’t push the cart. You have to be careful; it’s extremely dangerous.” I almost fell off of the piano bench!

And, I swear, Ruth likes to chase me down “rabbit trails” as she said the other day. At first she says she wanted a new ring tone for her phone; something out of the ordinary. So I start browsing thought he Hannah Barbera sound collection… Then she says maybe a classical tune, so I look for MIDIs… and while we’re heading into the realm of old-school, I end up on modarchive.com looking for all my old favorites… Hmmm, that brought back memories.

And then tonight… I’m peacefully cleaning the kitchen when she says something about Pirate Bay tees. And I go back with her and we look around at the usual geek shirts. She says I need a Murray shirt. So the next half hour is spend browsing Secret of Monkey Island shirts and culminates in reading this quote:

“[Murray] was just in a throw-away piece of temporary background art that wouldn’t have made the final game until one day Jonathan said, “Make that skull talk to you, and make him kind of annoying.” I didn’t write all of Murray’s dialog, Chuck and Jonathan wrote a lot of it. But I named him and got him started, and after that it became Chuck’s and my mission to squeeze him in the game wherever we could.” (Taken from The Scumm bar)

But I sure couldn’t find a Murray shift though… Wish I had one. I loved Murray MWUAHAHAHA!

So Cora has discovered that words work on parents. Like last night, me picking the kids up from my mom’s… All three are buckled up and ready to go when Gillian points out: no diaper bag! So I head away from the car and Cora looks panicked and says: “Pap, sit! Papa, sit!” Pointing at the driver seat. All I could do is busrt out laughing.

Children really do do the cutest things.

All is well. All is warm. Some sources say tomorrow will hit 107. I guess we’ll all lay loooowww…