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>I really need to

>remember to check my alarm at night, or whenever it is I go to bed. That way I wouldn’t end up doing what I am doing right now. Waiting for the 7:05 train instead of the 6:18.

I was thinking there weren’t very many people waiting for the train, then a bunch of people walked up on the platform, bus or ferry must have got here, maybe both cause now the platform is crowded. I should move over to my spot, but I don’t want to leave the shade.

Today is going to be another hot day, severe weather extreme heat. Train is coming, bye for now

— Sent from my Palm Pre

>So hot, so very very hot

>Went to see my dermatologist today, she was very happy with how my face looked, no red flare ups even with the heat. By the time I walked to work however, my face was so red you would have thought it was a sunburn, I was a little worried my sunscreen had stopped working. It hadn’t, it was just heat flush.

When I left work, I walked across the parking lot, down the block and across the street. I had to wait for traffic, and I put my hand on my head. My hair was so hot, it was almost to hot to touch. I looked across at the temperature about the State Farm office. 105⁰F, 40⁰C. I don’t remember ever being in temperature that hot, the sun was so hot it felt like it was burning my skin through my clothes.

Fortunately, since my bedroom is in the basement and the lights were off all day, it is relatively cool in there. I shouldn’t have any trouble sleeping tonight.

>My new tattoo

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This is not a very good picture Logan took it with my phone right after he was done. It already looks much better. It’ll look absolutely fabulous when it is completely healed.

After the tattoo appointment I was walking around looking for a place to eat, I ended up at this bar and grill in the East Village. I sent a text to a friend, “I am eating in a place recommended by a homeless person.” She replied, “Hey, you never know.” The place did have a minus about it from the start, no baseball game, just World Cup. Soccer fans are loud. Then while I was eating I kept hearing this buzzing noise, like a bunch of bees. Vuvuzelas!

The burger was o.k., just a burger and I missed the game, but by the time I got there it was almost over anyway.

>Saturday weigh in

>I didn’t report last weeks weight because I was up, which upset me. Not that I wasn’t expecting it, I was actually expecting it to be more, just upset at how I ate to cause the up. But I was -1.6 pounds this week for a grand total of -3.2 pounds and I am now below 140 yay! Happiness.

Now I am heading down to NYC get my tattoo. I am very nervous, I always get this way before a tattoo. Start wondering if I should really be doing this … I have no regrets, yet.

— Sent from my Palm Pre

>Just another manic Monday

>Wait, what, it’s Thursday? Oh bother.

I knew that, I’m just sitting here with no earthly idea what to say and hoping inspiration will hit. Preferably with a sledge hammer. But its not happening. Nope not at all. So you may have to weed through a page of drivel. This year I had every intention of posting every day. I was going to have a nice blog post so my devoted readers could read everything I was doing. When I fell behind, I recommitted to twice a day to catch up. I think I am well past that and will not be able to reach my goal of 365 posts in 2010. Mainly because I seem to have lost the ability to take a thought and expand it into a coherent blog post.

Maybe I should rephrase that, I get thoughts, and I roll them around in my head and think, I should blog that, then when I eventually get to my computer or phone e-mail I have forgotten everything I wanted to say.

Of course there are also the things that happen (like right now I am dealing with family stuff) that I don’t want out there on the internet, some things that involve other people so I don’t really want to publicize the either. The family stuff with probably show up here eventually, and the other things to, but after they are resolved. I am kind of like that.

So it’s just a dry spell, I should be back soon, maybe with 3 posts a day.

>Perspective

>A while back I was walking around the city (yes I know I do that a lot), I was wearing my Sketchers with no socks. Which how is I normally wear them. But this day I was wearing cropped pants and I could see my legs going down and ending up in the shoes. I kept thinking, “My shoes look huge, HUGE!”

However, if I took those same shoes and put them next to Fred’s or Tigger’s or shoot even Gwen’s, they would look tiny, wee little shoes. Perspective.

I was thinking of this yesterday as I walked to the subway, I had previously had a conversation on Twitter about age, this was after there was a bunch of talk about Moyer being so old. What I was thinking was, how to say I am almost 30 (or whatever milestone your are approaching) sounds older then saying I’m 30. I don’t know why, it just does. Perspective.

>I am very grateful that with all my broken promises to come every week that I am allowed to participate in PFF. This is another postcard purchased on a trip. And with this postcard I am going to tell you about a hoax, a conspiracy of immense proportions, as big as, well as big as Vermmont! In fact it covers the whole state of Vermont.

This is a moose. You thought I was going to say this isn’t a real moose didn’t you? Well the hoax is not do moose exist, the hoax is where do they live? The state of Vermont would like you to believe that there are moose in Vermont. Why? Because of tourists! People come to Vermont from all over to see moose, I mean what else is there? Teddy Bear Factory? Ben & Jerry’s? While both are nice, neither has the appeal of a huge animal that could crush you as soon as look at you.

So the state of Vermont has perpetuated this myth that there are moose in Vermont. Its a lie, there are no moose in Vermont. None whatsoever. People who say otherwise are (a) on the state’s payroll or (b) deluded or (c) both.

Now you may ask, and rightfully so, how do I know this? I’ve been to Vermont and I’ve never seen a moose. And I’ve looked, every time I went I looked. No moose.

You don’t have to thank me for this public service, I am happy to do it for my readers. You are that important to me. If you want to help pay for the gas I used driving up and down Vermont, my paypal e-mail is ….

That is all. Thank you.

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>A very bad thing happened

>This girl, a senior, (the boys know who she is, but not really friends) was driving her car and a boy (the boys also know knew him) on a bike hit her car and was killed. Of course she feels guilty, of course some people are giving her sh*t about it. The boys said, “It was an accident, nobody’s fault.” But people need to blame someone, and no one speaks ill of the dead. Em told me the boy ran a stop sign, ran a stop sign and turned a corner and BAM. So in reality it was his fault, still an accident. Just bothers me, this poor girl who feels guilty (how I know I’ll explain in a minute) is getting hate text and hate messages. One person was standing next to Fred and made a comment to the effect that the girl acted intentionally. Fred let him know how he felt, he didn’t get in trouble. Guess everyone agreed with Fred.

Em and I were going to the mall, I hadn’t been driving that long, and I was driving along the road about 40, up ahead this boy was on a bicycle having trouble controlling it, I think he was smoking, Em said something and I said, “yes I see him.” Took my foot off the gas, and his bike tire hit the edge of the road, the bike flipped and he landed in the middle of the road. I stood on the brake, hit his bike which flipped over and hit him, knocking him down. He wasn’t hurt, his bike wasn’t damaged, everyone was fine. I felt guilty, I saw his face looking at my car and saw him start to scramble away and then the bike hit him knocking him down. I.felt.guilty. I still remember his face, not so much the features, but the expression, “O.M.G. I’m going to be hit by a car!” I was that close, and I FELT GUILTY.

>I saw a deer

>Day 3 of Weight Watchers, and it is harder then I remember. Either that or I just have gotten used to eating whatever I want, which of course is why I gained 25 pounds. Now don’t worry, I’m not going to start listing what I ate here, I do that on Facebook. Right now I am not really changing what I am eating, just cutting out the junk. Now I am the ‘if I eat it I have to count it’ and when I look at how many points is in a bag of chips …. I weighed myself and I am up a pound from Saturday. No, I don’t think I have gained, it was the end of the day and Saturday I weighed in the morning.

The plan was also to get back to Allsport, except when I got home my car was not here. So instead I went for a walk. Gwen went with me, we walked to Ron’s then home. On the way home, walking past the park I looked up on the grass and a deer was standing there watching us. I stopped Gwen and pointed she looked up at the deer and I gave it a little wave, when I did that it flipped its tail at me. No I am not kidding, making this up or delusional. I was getting my phone out to take a picture when it really started waving its tail around and I knew it was gonna run away, and it did.

This is not the first time I have seen deer in this park, once before I saw a whole family. The really amazing thing? This park is in the middle of town.

>Two things of note from yesterday

>I went to my first Weight Watchers meeting. I have finally realized that I can’t do it on my own or do it online. So I have taken the plunge and paid for the monthly pass and I will lose these 25 pounds. So that’s it. And since I write everything about my life on here, I will of course keep you updated.

After the meeting Em and I went to the Yankee game, they won and then we went to Manhattan, walked through Central Park and Madison to GCT. Stopped at Bolton’s and Sephora, I bought eye shadow and didn’t check the color so I got the wrong color. Don’t know if I can return it, but I’m going to try. Then Annie Moore’s for dinner and then home.

A very good day.