Still Not Hating IT

I know that after 6 months at the 'new job' I should probably be at least annoyed by it. But the truth is...I still love the job and still feel like it's the best move I've made in years.

Sure...sometimes traffic annoys me. And sure, sometimes situations at the office annoy me, but to be completely honest, I don't mind those things in the least because of the simple fact that the job is so fantastic.

There really is something to be said for being given the opportunity to make a difference. When your boss comes to you and says "here's the vision for the team and I'd like you to help us get there"...and then actually listens to and implements my suggestions, it's pretty freaking amazing.

I mean...just look at this guy--

That guy is one seriously happy mo-fo. And that's no bullshit.

OK...sure...a few other things are going on in my life right now that are contributing, but that smile was genuine, yo. Now...to be fair,  that was the second pic. This was taken after I was asked 'Are you sure that's the pic you want all the Retail Operations Managers seeing?' 

If you look closely, you'll see something that wasn't always in similar pictures in the past....space.
That's right. There's space between my belly and the desk. That's a fairly recent phenomenon for me. And I have to say, I quite like it. The only downside is that my snack catcher doesn't function as well as it used to. Now food might actually slip through the gap and wind up on the floor. Oh well, shit happens.

I'm also fully in to the exercise thing, too. My neighbors call me Hong Kong Phooey. Which might be incredibly racist if I had any ties to Hong Kong whatsoever, but as it stands I don't. It's actually quite funny because as a kid that was one of my favorite cartoons. I used to wear my bathrobe and jump off the couch doing my Karate Ki Ya's. My parents still talk about it. More so now because I'm doing HapKiDo. Which...I have to say is hard for me because the flexibility is just sadly lacking. It's helping to reinforce the thing, though, that I can't compare myself to others...I can only compare myself to me. My progress in the discipline cannot be measured against any of the other students (most of whom are further along and quite a bit more flexible than I), but only against where I was before. It's an interesting place to gain perspective from. And I knew it would be. My goal for taking it was not to be able to kick someone's ass, but to get that inner strength and balance built up and shifted in my favor.

I've only been at it for 2 (or is it 3) weeks now...but I can already see a difference.

Coupled with the cardio-kickboxing I'm doing 3x a week, I'm also seeing a difference in my body. I'm not losing the weight as fast as I was, but I'm also seeing muscle definition that I haven't seen in...well...years.

And I have to say, it's pretty fantastic.

This is the face of a guy who gets up at 6AM to blog:

I love the fact that cell phone camera are so advanced, but web cams are still crappy as isht.

And with that, I leave you to your day. Make it count.

Peace Out


Why I Left....and Why I Went Back

If you're Darrin....or someone who reads through all the comments on a post, you will know that I am contemplating jumping back in to the Facebook fray.

I went back. Turns out that people were really connecting with the weight-loss journey. So, I created a 'nomorefattodd' profile on Facebook for the sole purpose of tracking the weight loss journey. If that can help others, cool. If not, it's a neat little memory for me.

And, as the recent pattern has suggested...any goofy, crazy, random, bullshit that I feel like writing about will still wind up here. I am happy about the course of creativity I'm on with this blog again.

Ugh. It's late and I'm rambling.

So good night.



Happily Exhausted

Sorry to keep the 4 (are we up to 5?) loyal readers in suspense.

I feel like the last few weeks have been a whirlwind of suck and blow. And not in a good way...in the least.

My mamaw passed away 2 weeks ago. It was sort of unexpected. By that I mean, we knew something was going on. She wasn't eating....she was losing weight. And that spunky Italian fire just wasn't in her eyes. So...we knew something was up. Just didn't know what. Turns out it was cancer. In her lungs (3 of the 4 nodes of her lungs) and her esophagus. We found out on a Tuesday. She passed on Thursday. So...the cause and the quickness were the unexpected parts. It really kind of sucks. I have no grandparents left on my dad's side. The only upside was a trip to the family farm in KY.

The weird thing (well, not weird if you know my history) is that I knew the day it was going to happen. The day my mamaw passed, this was the sky that greeted me as I drove to work.

I looked at the sky and knew that it would be that day. And it was that evening.
Rest In Peace, Mamaw.
Work has been supremely busy, too. And I don't mind...honestly. I kinda wish there were a few more hours in the day so I could get the things done I need to. It's a strange shift for me. The busy-ness and so-called 'stress' of the job aren't affecting me like they have other places I've worked. Perhaps I'm still in the honeymoon phase. I've been here nearly 6 months and show no signs of regretting even the least little bit of the choice to come here. Especially when I talk to people that are still at the old place. I am fully confident that I got out at the right time.

So...the following pic is the title of the post. This is me....Happily Exhausted. I took this last night. After 1 full hour of Hapkido followed by 1 full hour of kick-boxing. I do that 3 times a week. Yes...I double up like that on all three days. The instructors think I'm a little nuts. Well...they say that they 'admire my dedication and committment'...translation: "dude, you're crazy for doubling up on these." And I might be. But I look at it this way, both sessions have greatly different focuses...there are some overlaps, sure, but the main thing is one is meant to help me develop inner balance and sense of self and the other is meant to help me get my body in 'This is Sparta' shape.

And I feel like it's getting there. I'm getting more toned. My legs are friggin' ripped. And I'm getting more definition in my arms and shoulders. Now I just gotta get that 'core' in shape...and work on my flexibility.

Baby steps.

Speaking of baby steps...picked up one of these babies, too...
It's really meant more for boxing, but I figure if I get to the point where I can kick on it, too, then my flexibility will be improving. And it's a good first step until I get the $350 saved up to get the same kinds of bags we use in class.
Yeah...I'm sore. But it's really worth it to me. I had someone tell me I looked like I was 25. I said...no...when I was 25 I was out of shape. I'm in better shape at 40 than I ever was at 25, trust me on that.
My Papaw's birthday was last Saturday. I toasted him with a shot of Jack. He's been gone 14 years now. I miss him nearly every day. Especially in the summers.
DUDE! Speaking of awesome. I almost forgot. Back in the late 80's...there was a freshman at Westerville South. He may have been the first freshman in the history of the school to get a varsity letter in multiple sports his freshman year..not for playing, but for Sports Medecine. He may also have been the first to be a 4 year Varsity Letter earner in Sports Medecine for multiple sports. He remembers the day he got his letter jacket...over 20 years ago. And here's the crazy thing....the jacket fits again!!!
That smile is genuine. I'm pumped as sh*t that I fit in to that jacket again. That's a size XL from 1987, peeps. That's HUGE. I can't wait to bust that out at the next high school reunion. It's going to blow some people's minds, I can tell you that much right now.
Alright...I think I've rambled on enough here to let you all know I'm alive. Feel free to drop me a line.
I'll leave you with a view from the back porch of the place that is my center...the Farm.
Have an awesome-sauce day my friends! And may you be so blessed that you have no choice but to share the blessings with other, and thus you will be doubly blessed (but not necessarily blessed with Dolby).


Not Quite The Tuesday I Was Expecting

I'm in Kentucky right now. This is not really where I wanted to be. Well, that's not entirely true...I do want to be in Kentucky whenever I can, but not for this reason.

My Mamaw is in the hospital. The prognosis is terminal. It looks like she has cancer in her lungs and esophagus. And according to the doctors, she only had a matter of hours. That was about 10 hours ago, and when we left the hospital, the bi-pap machine is putting clean oxygen in and taking the CO2 out.

It sucks.

And I don't really have much to add right now.


I Don't Think the Heavy Stuff's Coming Down For Another Coupla Hours

The telltale signs of my stupidity have not kicked in yet. I have come to realize that 2 days is the magic waiting period for my body to manifest things.

So...the two days in a row of kickboxing won't really show up as the aches and pains until Sunday. At least not in full force. I'm sore today (from Thursday's session). And my legs were hating me last night. But I know that in the end it's going to be worth it. I can already feel it making a difference.

I'm getting back in to that zone where I am starting to need to exercise again. And that's a pretty good place to be.

OK. I lied. I'm sore. Ha.

Oh man....I just re-read last night/this morning's "post" (if you can call it that). Drunk Todd is definitely NOT allowed to post anymore. Sorry about that. I know it's not the high-caliber of awesomeness you have come to expect (ok...so what's funny is, I have a huge grin as I just typed that last sentence...lest you think I'm this or myself too seriously....I'm not. Just havin' a go at ya).

On deck today...some photo editing and then later a pub crawl. The theme is golf. Which I have no skill at whatsoever. I used to say that I don't golf unless there's plastic grass and plastic windmills (read:putt putt). And then a former co-worker, golfer dude said to me..."Don't say that, you'll never get invited to play. Just tell people you have a fantastic short game."  To which I laughed...because I don't in fact have a terrific short game. It's been years since I even putt-putted. AND not to mention that I could live my whole life and never be sad in the least that I was never invited to golf.

So...here's a bit of irony for you. Brew-Stirs has a Golf Tourney every year.  And I was trying to get on as their photographer. Long story there...but it ends with someone being a douchebag. But anyway. So Chris says to me...wait...there's no time. I'll sum up. Long story short. I got invited (maybe) to be on a team tomorrow for the Golf Outing. Me...the complete non-golfer. It may not happen. But it was just funny either way.

I gotta go make sure my costume is ready for today...theme is golf. I picked up a $2 putter from Play It Again Sam Sports and I'm gonna go as the esteemed groundskeeper from the Bushwood Country Club.

And with that, my 4 readers (ok...maybe a few more have wandered over in the mean while...and no, I didn't f**king de-friend you, jeesh!).....um...right.

Anyway...have an awesome-sauce Saturday my friends!


America, F**k Yeah!!

You ever have one of those weeks where you look back and you're like 'fuck, I'm so glad this week is over...' And what's funny is...yeah, this week was busy at work..like CRAZY busy...but the funny thing about that is that I'm still so fucking in love with my job that it doesn't bother me like it used to...but that doesn't mean that I welcome Friday night any less. Because...let me tell you... Friday night is a welcome thing. It means 2 things...drinks with my friends at Brew-Stirs, and pizza. Both of which I don't really get through the week.

And this Friday it's doubly awesome, because like a dumb ass, I did kick boxing 2 nights IN A ROW this week. And speaking of kick boxing, I went at it. I signed up for the full year. That's right, I'm now doing kick boxing AND Hap Ki Do at Kuryogo studio. The cool thing is that it's right down the street from my house...walking distance as a matter of fact. And I have unlimited sessions. AND I got free boxing gloves..and a free gi (or whatever the korean martial arts equivalent is).


Did I mention that it's 1:35 AM and I'm blogging from the bar? Because I am. And I have to say...I'm fucking happy about it. Yeah...I'm a bit toasty.

Dear readers...here's a secret....or not.. I have bar I walk to every Friday and/or Saturday night...I drink my fill (I AM Irish afterall) and then stumble...er...walk home.

Yes...I'm the douchebag at the bar typing on his bluetooth keyboard connected to his iPad updating his blog. Yeah. And you love me for it.


Haha..yeah...I'm a little tanked. I really hope something technological happens and this post never sees the light of day. But I know it will....because I'm a better geek than that

So...yeah. I have no idea where this is going...but I might be a bit inebriated. And I might be typing on a keyboard at a bar. And earlier today I might have looked like this.



Yeah...iTod. That's my shit.

There's a whole story behind it...but at this point I'm rambling. So I better just hit 'post' and go from there.


Belaboring The Issue

Alright...so it looks like I may never actually catch up with all the witty 'I'm out of town for work posts' from last month when I was in Baltimore. Oh sure...the stories may come out from time to time as in a 'Oh...that reminds me of when I was out of town for work for 2 weeks in Baltimore' kind of segue. Beyond that...yeah, not so much.

This past weekend, though, was epic beyond epic...truly. First of all it was a long week at work...by which I mean that by 5 of the clock on Friday, I was ready to toast my good fortune, friends, and awesome job. I got home around 7, thanks to traffic (and that's....OK). And yeah, I did hit Brew-Stirs (seriously...did you even need to ask?).

It was one of the best times I've had there in quite some time. Some friends came out that don't normally come out (including a good friend of mine who has never actually been to Brew-Stirs)....we practically closed it down (well...a couple of my friends DID....I left early to make sure another friend got home safely).

I had no intention of staying out as late as I did because Saturday was slated to begin the Daddy/Daughter Road Trip Weekend of Awesomeness. Jen and I headed down to Ironton to see my mamaw. Rumor has it she wasn't doing so well. And the rumors, unfortunately, were true. She's not doing well. She's not eating. It really sucked seeing her that way. But before we got there to see it...Jen and I stopped at the 23 South Flea Market just outside of Pikeville for a good ole slice of red-neck Americana....AND...some kick ass fudge. Then we visited my Aunt Lois and Mamaw. Mamaw ate some of the fudge, but she just didn't look well. She reminded me a lot of how Papaw looked just before he passed on. He looked old....first the first time in my life, he looked old. And ready to die. Mamaw looked the very same. On both accounts. I hope I'm wrong about that, but I just don't know. I ordered some meal replacement shakes and had them sent to Lois Ann's...hopefully Mamaw will eat those and start to get some of her strength back.

The return from Ironton brought us to our second home (MicroCenter). I can't remember what, if anything I bought....oh...wait...yes I can. Batteries for the Nikons....annnnnnd....something else. A new bag maybe? Yeah. A new bar-bag (bag that I carry my iPad and keyboard and a few little odds and ends when I go to the bar or some other place I might get the inspiration to write). My previous bag had been beered by Chris the night before. That's right. Now it's all coming back to me...sort of.

And no trip with Jen to MicroCenter would be complete without a trip to Lilly's Asian Restaurant. I swear they put heroin in their egg rolls....those things are THAT good.

Another trip to BrewStirs saturday night (because, hey, it's the weekend, right?). But I didn't stay long. As Jen and I had ANOTHER road trip planned for Sunday.

This one was to Cleveland for the Cleveland National Air Show. I've gone for the past 4 years, and loved it every time. Each time, my photo-gear gets better and I wind up with some amazing shots. I took over 2300 pictures this time and I think I got a few keepers (I'm still going through them). Here's a couple:



The first is of an F18 Super Hornet just below SuperSonic....the second is of the Blue Angels (I have 200+ frames of Angels 5 and 6 crossing in show center and this is the only shot where I have them lined up...yeah, I got lucky).

Now, just so you know, the shots are actually of my laptop where I had the photos up in Adobe Bridge (the actual files look MUCH better).


I'm just stoked I got some of those shots.

And I'm pumped because Jen is now a fan. She definitely wants to come back next year...and really...who can blame her? It's bad-ass.

Stopping at the Goasis on the way home we got some of Barb's Fudge. I'm not sure it's as good as the fudge from Grandpa's Cheesebarn and Survivalist Compound...but it was tasty fudge.

Monday was a pretty chill day. Grilled a bit and played some Words with Friends. Contemplating doing a blog post and other things like that, but Chilling was the order of the day.

And with that, the weekend concluded. Back at work now...finishing lunch and finishing this blog post.

This weekend is the 4th Annual Westerville Prohibition Pub Crawl (see? I DO find out about things even though I'm not on Facebook)...so I'm gonna be there. And of course, I'm sure I'll be at Brewstirs.

Oh crap! Looks like lunch break is over.

Hope you are all having awesome-sauce days filled with Jelly!!


Talk to you soon!








*someday, I'll post about the whole '-A.T.' thing...it's not slang, it's my initials. Alright, gotta get back to work.

Peace out, yo!

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