My legs still ache from last time.

Feeling good. Had a bit of a rocky day at work. Had a staff change that I wasn't quite ready for. Now I am kind of wearing two hats. Going to start tomorrow out with a workout. Hit the ground running... both figuratively and literally. Over all I am pretty pumped about how things are going. I have not been knocking everything out of the park the way I wish I was, but I have felt like the silly mistakes that kind of grind me down after awhile have been kind of not happening so much. Pretty good stuff.

I worked out on Tuesday. When I go tomorrow that will be two times in the same week since about a month. I decided that it helps me set myself up for a successful day. I also anticipate reaping the long term results of regular exercise and a moderately healthy diet... as in maybe less hamburgers. I weighed in at 240 today. Kind of bummed me out a little. Its not like I think that I am huge or anything but I still haven't managed to shed my baby weight. It took me until about my wife's third trimester to realize that I did not need to eat a full meal every time she did. We would go to a burrito joint a couple times a day and I would always order my favorite and take it to the house. I should have just been ordering chips and salsa or something.

Clover is pretty awesome. She is growing up that is for sure. Last night Kristin and I had the "I think it is about time for a toddler bed" conversation. If she is old enough to talk, she is old enough to be out of the crib. Some of the stuff I see her do kind of blows my mind. She just has to do everything Kristin and I do. In the morning when I get ready, she needs some hair gel, and to brush her teeth and after shave and everything that I do. It kind of cracks me up. I love her guts.

Here's to everything. Cheers.

-p

After dinner.

"Any good excuse to go to the Cheesecake factory is a good excuse to go to the Cheesecake Factory."
-eg

I read my own blog last night.

Hooray for Monday. Monday is usually the second day in my weekend. Yep. Sunday, then Monday. Not today. I went in to work today. It was a little weird. I kept thinking it was Tuesday. I stayed up pretty late last night. I couldn't sleep. It made it a little tougher to be at work today. As a result, I chose to drink some good ol' Dr. Pepper before the lunch rush. It was weird.

Let me back up a little bit.

My daily routine has changed a little bit since last march. I used to would have one or two cups of coffee in the morning, then take a cup to work to nurse through the lunch rush. I wold then have some sort of energy drink around 3 or so to get me through the rest of the day without blowing up on somebody. I did this for at least since I my early days at Zupas... over a year ago or so. Anyway, I started to get migraines that I could not get rid of. They would last for a couple days. They would get so bad sometimes that I would start to see stuff like little tracers or flashing lights or things like that. Last March I was having a pretty bad episode. I though I had a brain tumor or something. My assistant actually sent me home. I went to the doctor and got a shot. She said no more caffeine and my headaches would go away. I said okay and that was that. No more caffeine.

I think that up until today I have had maybe six gulps of Pepsi and three gulps of Dr. Pepper. Not today. I was tired and decided to go nuts. I drank a whole cup. It gave me the jitters. It made lunch run well, but I couldn't hold still. I was talking really fast and kind of mumbling. I totally crashed right before dinner service. It was horrible. I was kind of grumpy all night and I think I actually snapped at a few of my worker bees and all could think about was my headache and how I just wanted to drink more DP.

I found out that it is all or nothing with something else in my life. Kind of annoying. Anyway. No more caffeine for me. Ever. Stupid. Maybe I should just take next Monday off for reals instead of just scheduling it off but going in because I get a wake up call from my Assistant about how things are blowing up around her.

Hooray for Monday!

Clover painted my toenails... by herself.

So I have only made it to the gym once since the last report. I need to be a little more vigilant about that.

The other day at work one of my regular customers made a comment about how it looked like I was having a little too much fun at work. I explained to him that I believe that if I can't enjoy what I do then I shouldn't be doing it. He kinda thought about for second and replied: “So is this like a hobby for you then?” I laughed and said maybe. That night I went to my parents house because they were hosting a weeding reception for one of my cousins. After manning the refreshment table for the night, I realized that it is kind of a hobby for me. It made me laugh. Maybe if I can take that mentality to work next week it will be a great one.

Clover is growing up way to quickly. The other day when I was leaving for work she said “Bye daddy.” I think it was her first sentence ever. It stopped me dead in my tracks and I had to go back an give her another good bye kiss. She will not let me do anything for her any more. She wont use her sippy cup at meals if we have grown up cups on the table. Sometimes she climbs on the table, takes my spoon or fork and start to feed me. I think it is cute. Every day she blows my mind with how much she is growing. Maybe one day I should just do a post of pictures and videos that make of her. I t all happens so fast that I forget everything I am thinking about writing down.

Life is good. I am pretty pumped about how things are turning out around here. I do feel a kind of grown up. I have spent a lot of time over the last weeks kind of just reminiscing about things past and how far I have come since I even started writing the idiotbook. And then beyond? Oh man. Who would have thought.

-p

Am I meathead?

I woke up at 5:15 to go to the gym this morning. I didn't go right away. I laid in bed for about half an hour debating on how bad I really wanted to go. I went. Pretty pumped that I did. I usually just run and bike a bit. Today I ran a little bit, but realized that I didn't want to run that much. So I stretched, and then decided push some weight for the first time since I was at Grossmont. I found out how much I cannot push anymore. I gassed out my arms way faster that I thought I should. It was a nice wake up call. Got me kind of excited about going back tomorrow and the day after and maybe not on Sunday, but yes, the day after, etc. Yep. I always forget how good I feel after a productive workout. I think If I write it down I will remember a little better and be more likely to no wait so long to get back in action.

Anyway... time to get ready for work.

Check ya later.

-p

It never gets any easier.

In my interview for my current job, the question was asked: “What is your least favorite part of your job?”

“Holding those under me accountable. I don't like to be the bad guy, but it part of my job to make sure the rules are followed. I wish that I could always make everybody do the right things for the right reasons, but it doesn't always work out that way.”

I still feel the same. I have always kind of tired to think of myself not as the guy who fires people, but the guy who let people know that they quit by speaking with actions, and on some cases words. Does that make sense?

Anyway, it has never gotten any easier. I always feel like a little part of me dies when I have to let somebody go. Yep. I think it will always bum me out.