I always quote my dad when he was watching the Beavers play football. “They were bad when I went there, and they’re bad now, but for some reason they were good in between sometimes.” They’re good again, but not good enough to beat the Ducks. Phooey.

I left work early today because I had a doctor’s appointment. He’s the only one who ever sees me with my shirt off any more. All this effort at the gym, though, and just a disinterested dude looking at me. On the minus side, they often poke me with needles and do other uncomfortable stuff, so I wouldn’t suggest going to the doctor for any additional self-affirmation beyond find out if you’re healthy or not. I suppose I’d also be better off if I got to bed on time and didn’t fall asleep in the doctor’s waiting room as well. So much for that plan. I stayed up late watching sitcoms on the intarweb after seeing the Beavers lose. It’s not like seeing a common occurrence is going to endow me with more common sense.

I’m back to the being hungry at night thing, which isn’t so bad. My usual help at making poor eating choices are all ditching me this week for poor reasons such as honeymoons, work functions, visiting friends from out-of-town, and rivalry football games (Go Beavs!) It’s just as well. This holiday season is not helping my lack of willpower at all. I even stole a doughnut today (it was from a co-worker, who had almost a dozen of them left after a meeting, so I don’t feel guilty at all.)

Which is not to say that I won’t go to Buffalo Wild Wings tomorrow and make a lunch out of a bunch of fried chicken that really seems more like fried bits than actual chicken. It seems to be a Thursday ritual at work, and a darn unhealthy one at that. Now that I start mentioning food, I’m craving the things I can’t remember the names of at the Guatemalan restaurant in downtown Hillsboro. I’m off to distract myself so I don’t wake myself up with the growling of my stomach. Mind over matter, after all.

I figure I should probably get back to my “regular” diet soon, which means a lot more Mexican food is in my future. I had a feeling of impending doom today, which could just be caused by an upset stomach. I wasn’t feeling all that great last weekend and I topped that off with a lot of tzatziki sauce today. And a salad. Those salads seem to do a number on me.

Really, I got nothing again. This feeling of impending doom is really kind of bumming me out. I figure I can cure it, but it’s going to require my usual flossing and brushing and actually getting to bed on time. Whoops. I blew that again. Oh well.

I have an excuse for going to Ringside: it was a birthday dinner. Almost all of us got the $35 special: salad, small (but remarkably tasty) filet mignon and potato, and a dessert. I’m stuffed.

Other than that, it was a Monday. Nothing spectacular to report.

I don’t believe I got anything done today, besides talking to the couple who are thinking of moving in next door. I was invited to a party, but instead I was busy having a stomachache and taking naps. I honestly don’t think I did much else. It’s probably just as well, since I have to go to work tomorrow.

I’ve had this stomachache wake me up on Saturday and Sunday mornings, and in the middle of Saturday the water bureau recommended that everyone boil their water because of e. coli contamination. I guess it had been detected earlier in the week but they never did find any downstream. I tend to drink a lot of water and a lot at once and that probably throws off my stomach chemistry. Plus I overate this weekend.

At least they think the water is safe again. I’m just happy about that.

People in Portland have this attachment to their water reservoirs that are all open and picturesque. The water bureau tried to cover some of the reservoirs with some sort of membrane, but the citizentry complained. Don’t they realize that ducks and geese swim and poo in the water? Ducks and geese are on my list of dirty, filthy, yet tasty animals along with pigs. Would you want to drink water that pigs swam in? Sheesh. Now we have an e. coli scare and people in m neighborhood have to boil their water. Double sheesh.

I had dinner with Sean tonight at Toro Bravo. Now I see what all the hype is about! The scallops were wonderful as was the hamburger. The other things we ordered were great as well, the fritters, olive oil cake, and dump cake, but the scallops and burger were the high point. Well worth the wait. We got there at 5:30, I think, and it was already turning people away. The burger had a romesco sauce, homemade pickles, and sesame seed bun and was great. I wouldn’t go just for the burger, but go for everything else plus the burger. The margarita we had (I can’t remember the name) was spicy and delicious and I’d recommend that as well.

I usually keep typing into this blog to keep myself amused more than anything else. I like to see if I can put together some coherent writing on a day-to-day basis for the practice more than anything else, and I find that I always need a bit of editing to make things more coherent. That’s just the way I write, I guess.

I just noticed that I haven’t written at all in the past three days, which I must just have forgotten to do. I’ve been a bit tired from the goings on at the gym and just plain tired in general. Wednesday I even punted the gym for a couple of reasons. One is just plain being tired, and the other is because my mom came back to from Japan that day and I knew I should probably take her out to dinner. I also had errands to run; returning the wrong light switches I ordered and buying locks for the back door to match the locks in the rest of the house. Which reminds me, I need to actually install those locks.

Thanksgiving we decided to go out rather than subject my sister to prep and cleanup and four of us went to Wildwood for dinner. The turkey, smoked breast and almost stewed dark meat, was exquisite and perfectly portioned. Any more and I would have been stuffed. I still achieved a proper food coma. Earlier in the day my buddy Matty from the gym said he wanted to go out to lunch and so we drove around the neighborhood a bit to find several taverns open, and we had a good pub burger at the Nob Hill Tavern.

Today we went out to lunch at Gaya Gaya for sushi (and some Korean food for me) and then I tried to put off the two errands I had on my list for the day. I forgot to do the other things on my list, but I wanted to get a Magic Mouse at the black Friday sale, and clean the gutters AGAIN. I mostly succeeded on both counts. I drove downtown, parked in a lot, stood in a line to get in the Apple store, and found that not only did I get the sale price on my mouse, but I also got a work discount as well. I went to the hardware store and found that I still had enough light to finish cleaning all of the gutters on the house, and one of the two on the garage before it got dark. I have to ask the neighbor if I can go in her yard to clean the last gutter anyway.

So there you have it. I now have the new Magic Mouse and my mom is back from Japan. I think that’s the big news anyway.

I got to work a little later than I expected today, because there was a car, a black Mercedes-Benz coupe, no less, stuck in traffic a couple of cars ahead of me at an intersection. I was going to back up and get around him, but there was someone right behind me and I figured out what I really needed to do was to put on my 4-ways, get out, and help the guy push his car out of the road. After we got it to the lot of a conveniently located convenience store, he said he’d run out of gas. I figured he’d be OK and headed back to my car. He seemed to be a bit confused, so I drove around the block and drove him to the gas station. I guess the new Benzes light the dash red when they’re close to out of gas and he was waiting for just that. In any case, it turns out his car was a company car. He works for Daimler, who bought out Freightliner, here in Portland.

I got to work only about 15 minutes late, and I was trying to wipe out my karma by singlehandedly eating all the candy my old boss has in his cube for bribes. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the stamina or the desire to eat much candy and I failed. Ah well.

I did finally find macaroni and cheese at The New Old Lompoc tonight. I bet I made up for all the calories I expended at the gym in the past week with that.

I miss Japan already. Especially since Flash Forward was supposed to be in Japan but it was just what whitey would imagine Japan to look like. Some of it was right, but most of it wasn’t. I mean, where was all the crumbling concrete? And who in the hell mixes the concrete over there anyway? There’s a bunch of stuff that looks like it’s about to fall down, especially in “resort” areas. I wonder if it’s the same over here, but someone just goes and fixes it up.

It took me a long damn time to put up my closet rod today. I can’t believe how much time it took me but it’s finally up. I guess it’s because I also moved my desk from the right to left side of my wall (moving the heavy file cabinet from the left to right) and then moving it BACK when my sister convinced me that I needed to put my dresser in the bedroom and the office in the other room. Then I had to disassemble a desk to move it from room to room and now it’s kind of set up but I’m not sure I like it. I’m sure I’ll eventually figure it out.

I had breakfast the past two days at Besaws. One of my friends from the gym refused to go to the proper greasy places so I acquiesced even though the last time I went it was just awful. Fortunately, it was good yesterday and I missed the special. I went back today to get the special and to make sure that the bad Eggs Benedict was the fluke, not the good Farmer’s Hash. My buddy Greg liked the hash today, so I figure maybe the Eggs Benedict was just someone screwing up the Hollandaise sauce one day.

I had a hankering for something cheesy for dinner, like a Japanese gratin, but all I could think of was macaroni and cheese. I knew they have it on the menu at Stepping Stone, a place I don’t go to that much because it’s so crowded during the day. They had the misfortune of being on Man vs Food and all sorts of yahoos are clogging the place up. Or, as the guy there told me, “Stepping Stone. Our line stretches to better restaurants!” The real motto there is, “Stepping Stone. You eat here because we let you,” and they are a bit surly sometimes. In any case, they were OUT of macaroni and cheese, but they I did have a backup plan: chicken fried steak. Hooray for breakfast for dinner.

I finally sanded my awful job of mudding and even painted the wall! I may actually get all my stuff moved into my bedroom soon. I have to think about what I’m going to do with an old stereo cabinet my dad had. It is one of those glass-fronted cabinets on casters from the 70’s and I’m not sure anyone would want it. Instead of giving it to Goodwill (sticking Goodwill with it), I’m thinking of cutting it up and throwing it out.

And yet I did so little this evening, besides watching close to a dozen TV shows to catch up to what I missed while I was in Japan. Maybe I’ll get my rooms straightened out, my closets fixed, and maybe even some blinds for my weird new window. We’ll see.

I forgot what I was going to say when I posted some more burger reviews on the Portland Burger Blog. In summary, Castanga Cafe was good but not very exciting, and Pause was spectacular. But Castagna Cafe was full of people my age, and Pause was full of kids. What can you do?

I’m really racking my brain to try to figure out what it was I was thinking about earlier, but I can’t remember and I really should get some sleep. Ah, there it is! I was just thinking about how my performance at the gym is affected by mental state and I found that just knowing that I didn’t have to run around the block made it easier to deadlift 2 32kg kettlebells without stopping, which I was unable to do earlier, and row 250m 5 seconds faster than earlier round. I guess this just means I need to convince myself I can go harder again. I think I’d rather take a nap.

I successfully smashed my finger at the gym today. I wrapped it up with athletic tape and kept going, but it hurt and it wouldn’t stop bleeding. I figured I could find a convenience care facility attached to a local ER and at least get it looked at. Best outcome would be if if they just told me I was a big wimp and sent me home. Much worse would have been if I had looked at it myself and it was bad enough that it made me queasy or pass out. I really wasn’t up to poking and prodding my own injury. That’s why I have a job and insurance, right?

I went to Good Samaritan, my neighborhood ER, but they just gave me attitude about how busy they were. The woman at the front counter told me she’d call Emanuel (where I used to volunteer 17 years ago) to see how busy they were, but instead she just asked how late the “fast track” was open. She told me there was an hour-and-a-half wait at Good Samaritan but Good Samaritan was the fastest ER in the area. She wanted me to just go to Emanuel or call them but my fingers were all taped up and I didn’t want to try dialing my cell phone. Off I went.

Anyway, the “fast track” at Emanuel was pretty fast, and I was out of there in an hour. They poked at my fingers (which still hurt), took some X-rays, called me a wimp (not really), and sent me on my way with this weird sock-like thing on my pinky. I won’t describe the tip of my pinky fully, but it’s pretty mashed. I guess they want me to put Neosporin on it and come back if it gets worse.

That’s not really the kind of excitement I was looking for, but just the kind I get. I hope I didn’t get H1N1 in the waiting area.

So now I’m home and am about to use my new Sonicare toothbrush that Amazon delivered, and of course the heads I have already don’t fit the new handle. Sheesh.