I miss sports...

That is all...

What the hell?! It's July!

Been a while since I blogged.  No specific reason why I have not been posting.  This one will be short as well.

What's new with me?  Nothing much.  Moved into an apartment with Andy and it has been pretty awesome. Living room is almost completely furnished.  But, my room is no where near complete.  Right now all I have is my $4,000 mattress (C'MON!) and a dresser.  Still need a desk and some nightstands.  Then I can move my lamps and desktop and such.  Franklin will be joining us shortly as well.

Andy and I started watching Breaking Bad this weekend, and I must say I am quite disappointed.  Based on the rave reviews of my friends, I had expected more.  Not that the show is bad, but I just don't think it is as good as The Walking Dead, 24, etc.  We're already through a few episodes of season two, and I feel like I should be hooked by now.

Anyways, not much else going on...

-Thundalips

Worst dream evar?

Recently a few of us started playing Magic: The Gathering again.  It has gotten to a point where we are spending a fair amount of money on a regular basis to buy new cards and spending even more time talking about new cards or new decks (and playing the actual game of course).  I have a deck that I have been using for about 15 years now.  I am constantly tweaking it and making it more versatile and competitive, and I consider it my main and "best" deck.  For a amateur player, I would say it is pretty well built and fares quite well in almost all situations. Two times already, another player was so frustrated with my deck that they chose to construct a new deck to deal with mine.  As you can tell by the way I talk about this deck, I am very fond of it.  This is where my nightmare begins.

I walk into a tapioca store with my usual set of friends who play MtG.  We find a table upstairs to set up and we begin to lay out all of our cards and supplies on the table.  As I look through my boxes of cards, I cannot seem to find my deck!  What is this?! Where is it?! I begin to panic and ask Brian if I had left it at his house.  Nope.

I scour through my boxes of cards and nothing...  The box that I usually keep my deck actually contained a deck that I had constructed years ago without the intention of ever playing it because it was so bad.  /sad face. I am inconsolable.

My aunt (Calvin's mom) asks me to walk back downstairs and get her milk tea.  She hands me a $100 bill.  Puzzled, I ask, "How many do you want?"  She replies, "Fifty-two.  One for every week for the next year."  I think to myself, "They're definitely going to go bad before she can finish them..."  Being the good nephew I am, I do not question her and put in her order.  I am denied immediately as they do not have the ingredients for such an order.

Then an acquaintance from high school taps me on the shoulder and asks if I can give her a ride downtown.   WHAT THE HELL!? I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN YEARS AND YOU ASK ME FOR A FAVOR?!  I say no.

End dream sequence.

I feel silly calling this dream a nightmare but it really was.  It is a bit embarrassing to tell but I have no shame (sort of).

-Thundalips

My mother is a boss

Last week my cousin Jennifer came over to discuss seating for her wedding next weekend.  I sat down at the table with my family for dinner, something I never do unless we have company.  After the seating arrangements were settled, we began chatting about random things and eventually got to the topic of pregnancy.  Then, we all started asking my mother about her pregnancies, and that is when I found out how much of a boss my mom is.

It was nearing the end of term for my mother's pregnancy when her water broke.  She was pregnant with my sister and was not sure if it actually broke so she called her doctor.  He advised her to come to the hospital as a precaution.  She told him she had an important dinner to go to and could not go to the hospital.  The doctor then said, "Good.  I have a dinner too.  Come in first thing tomorrow morning."

Early the next morning, my mother went to the hospital.  The doctor said her water did in fact break.  She would be going into labor soon and he advised her to get admitted.  She replied, "I can't stay.  I have to go home and cook breakfast for my family and take my husband to work."  So she drives home and does just that.  She cooks breakfast for us and drove my father to work before returning to the hospital.  She drove herself and parked in the hospital parking lot.

My mother gave birth to my sister five hours later without the help of epidural or other drugs.  The next day, a nurse advised my mom to call someone to pick her up to take her home.  She said she had arranged for a pick-up but instead, took my new-born sister home in her own car.  Her excuse?  "I didn't want to leave my car in the parking lot."

Boss.

-Thundalips

Sleepin' at work. What's new?

I was in a meeting today and had no idea what people were talking about.  The topic of the meeting was supposed to be for a project I am on, but I do not understand any of it.  We brought a new person into the project this week - a new hire.  He still didn't have his laptop set up yet so I shared my screen with him at the table.  We were discussing all of the issues another coworker found during his testing on an excel file.

I had no idea what he was rambling about and ended up falling asleep.  But, the thing was that I fell asleep with my hand on the keyboard.  On the left arrow key to be specific.  By the time I woke up, the excel file was on column HV.  Content wise, the document only went up to column G.  It was a very awkward moment when I realized the new guy was just watching me sleep, scrolling through empty cells in the excel file.  If it were any other place, I am sure I would have been laughing out loud at myself.

The funny thing is there were only four of us in the room.  No one said anything.  Oh well.  I guess I will just keep sleeping at work...

-Thundalips