Most of you who work in an office are aware of the dangers of RSI's - repetitive stress injuries. Since I know quite of few of you are Wii owners, I wanted to take this opportunity to make you aware of a new danger. RWI's - repetitive Wii injuries.
This public service announcement, formerly sponsored by Super Swing Golf, is now brought to you by Boom Blox.
I'd say more, but frankly, it hurts to type.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Making Progress
On evenings when I read through random parts of the Bible I often find myself ending up back at Proverbs 31. To be honest, I never put much thought into the passage until I attended the funeral of a good friend's grandmother several years ago. I have never heard a funeral service quite that... inspiring. Strange for a funeral, but the minister had known the lady well and talked about how she had lived a Proverbs 31 life. It was a awesome testament to her life and by far the best way he could have possibly honored her to her family. I knew then that I'd like to be in a position to have that service preached when my time comes.
Last night was one of those night where, after reading through another chapter I found myself back at Proverbs 31, reading through King Lemuel's thoughts on being a good wife. I was still pondering these thoughts while talking with Greg before falling asleep. I told him I'd been reading up on being a good wife. He pointed out that he thought I was doing a pretty good job - I'd made dinner, cleaned the kitchen, and made a very courageous run to Walmart, all since getting home from work. I pointed out I still had some work to do:
Me: But I haven't bought a vineyard.
Greg: We don't drink wine.
Me: Doesn't matter.
Greg: We could just eat the grapes.
Me: We do like grapes.
Greg: But that's an awful lot of grapes. You'd have to start making grape juice.
Me: Have you seen the cost of grapes lately?? I'd be selling 'em!
Clearly, I'm quite up to the standard of the Proverbs 31 wife yet, but I like to think I'm making progress. Hopefully I'll have quite a few more years to practice. One step at a time...
Last night was one of those night where, after reading through another chapter I found myself back at Proverbs 31, reading through King Lemuel's thoughts on being a good wife. I was still pondering these thoughts while talking with Greg before falling asleep. I told him I'd been reading up on being a good wife. He pointed out that he thought I was doing a pretty good job - I'd made dinner, cleaned the kitchen, and made a very courageous run to Walmart, all since getting home from work. I pointed out I still had some work to do:
Me: But I haven't bought a vineyard.
Greg: We don't drink wine.
Me: Doesn't matter.
Greg: We could just eat the grapes.
Me: We do like grapes.
Greg: But that's an awful lot of grapes. You'd have to start making grape juice.
Me: Have you seen the cost of grapes lately?? I'd be selling 'em!
Clearly, I'm quite up to the standard of the Proverbs 31 wife yet, but I like to think I'm making progress. Hopefully I'll have quite a few more years to practice. One step at a time...
Survival
I didn't make it to the grocery store over the weekend, to put it mildly. I am now suriving out of my freezer, which thankfully is stocked enough to get us through the week. I scooped up a few excellent meat deals right around the 4th of July and stuck them in the freezer, and now they're coming in handy. I need another grill-induced holiday so I can restock. I found the actual evening of the holiday itself to be the best time, as the awesome meat that didn't find it's way to somebody's grill found it's way to the "reduced for quick sale" bin.
As a result, last night I cooked up the two biggest pork chops I've ever seen in my life. They were easily 1 1/2 inches thick, and one of them was nearly the size of a nice ribeye. Unfortunately I also haven't had time to buy a new gas canister for the grill so I ended up kicking them in the oven with a braise that I threw together with the few things left in my cabinets. Not the royal treatment they deserved, but decent enough and there were leftovers for lunch. For tonight I've pulled out some nice chicken quarters for BBQ. Thursday I can whip out the pasta sauce leftovers I froze a few weeks ago, and Friday is ballpark food with Jen, Rob and Figment. Safe!
With our survival planned, I turn to my pup. Greg and I both get points for not killing him last night. Tonight, if he so much as thinks about scratching the door, howling, or repeatedly running up and down the hallway like a herd of rabbid elephants at 2am, I cannot promise his luck will hold out.
As a result, last night I cooked up the two biggest pork chops I've ever seen in my life. They were easily 1 1/2 inches thick, and one of them was nearly the size of a nice ribeye. Unfortunately I also haven't had time to buy a new gas canister for the grill so I ended up kicking them in the oven with a braise that I threw together with the few things left in my cabinets. Not the royal treatment they deserved, but decent enough and there were leftovers for lunch. For tonight I've pulled out some nice chicken quarters for BBQ. Thursday I can whip out the pasta sauce leftovers I froze a few weeks ago, and Friday is ballpark food with Jen, Rob and Figment. Safe!
With our survival planned, I turn to my pup. Greg and I both get points for not killing him last night. Tonight, if he so much as thinks about scratching the door, howling, or repeatedly running up and down the hallway like a herd of rabbid elephants at 2am, I cannot promise his luck will hold out.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
2 Hours, 11 Minutes
That's how long it took Greg to get a nice black grease stain on his brand new, first time to ever wear them pants. This is the second pair of new pants at risk of sudden death. I have borrowed a Tide pen, now if I can just find him I'm going to scrub him down with it.
Ugh.
Back at work today after feeling like blech for the better part of a week. One look at my email and voice mail has made me feel blech all over again. I'm thinking about going back home sick just to avoid it all.
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