Wednesday Warblings about the Weekend

I just googled the definition of warbling, and I was thankful to know that it was sort of what I had imagined, so feel free to know that I am writing this blog in a quavering sort of manner. Feel free to read it in the same manner and I'll make sure to proofread it in that same manner as well. That's just how I do things...quavering and wavering and shaking all over just like The Who sang way back in the day before half of them were dead.

So I had a hell of a weekend. I'm sure you had the same, but I'm going to tell you about mine, whereas I may never know about yours, which is fine, but a bit disappointing, as there's nothing I like to hear more about than your weekend. Perhaps next time.

Friday night was spent at work. I put in a solid 12 hours on the job that day and night, which was fine, as I had nothing going on, and to be honest, the weekends don't mean as much to me as they used to. I just head home and take care of whatever needs taking care of...usually petting Maxine and going to sleep which isn't such a bad thing. So I was late at work running a HP TurboJet printer, which is one of the oddest looking printers I've ever seen. It looks like a rounded personal printer, except at about 200 times the size of a personal printer. Let's see if I can find a picture...

Ehh...I found a couple pictures, but none which were worthy of the meaning I meant to convey, so look it up for yourself if you're so inclined.

Saturday I arrived at work at 8:15 am, worked for five hours. Had some printing issues, which I could not resolve, so I left around 1pm to go buy some jeans and some shoes. I stand all day at work and need more support for my archless feet than my current shoes were providing. Got back at work around 3:30 pm, as the person who knows how to run that machine was going to be there, so he helped me get it back up and running correctly. Worked another five and a half hours and headed back home. Stayed up late 'til 11pm or so and then hit the hay pretty hard.

Didn't bother setting an alarm as it was soon to be Sunday morning and I thought it would be nice to sleep in for one morning that week. Woke up at 6:26 am. Oddly enough, I was pretty damned happy it was that early and I was ready to get on with my day. I'm still getting used to being a morning person, but I like it quite a bit. My fun night times have taken quite a beating, but I don't mind. It's nice to wake up ready for a new day as opposed to still regretting the last night. So here's what I took care of on Sunday... and perhaps this isn't much to all of you productive folk, but my productivity domination is still in it's infancy stages, so cut me some slack. Actually don't. I don't need your slack. I'm doing just fine without your sympathy slack.

Post Cubs tickets on CL for May 2nd. Still for sale if you're interested. I'll cut you some slack on the price.

Read a faux interview my friend Chris is working on.

Responded to a few emails I had neglected. I know...not too difficult, but I'm good at putting off communication.

Set my lineups for my fantasy baseball teams.

Go shopping for groceries.

Laundry. Washed it all...bedding included. Dried it all as well. Impressive I know. Put it all away as well.

Cleaned all the dishes and cleaned the sink area.

Read Bob's musical and critiqued it for him. I had nothing to add. He did a fine job writing it.

Decluttered some picture frames and some jeans and some shoes (I miss you my two favorite pairs of Converse, but I was never going to wear you again).

Removed the food from my shelves and put it on a different shelf in my room. Now the heat from the sun doesn't continually bake the food as it's sitting there, plus it's just a bit easier to access and it makes my shelves look less cluttered.

Went for a run, which was pretty damn long and felt pretty damned good, until it was all over and then I realized that's why my back was hurting, but whatever. A little back pain never hurt anyone. That's a total lie.

Mopped the living room.

Organized the loft area in my room and cleaned it.

Completely cleaned my room. Vacuumed the floor. Cleaned all the wires from my stereo and tied them up so they weren't out and about having an awesome time. Sorry wires. Cleaned my desk...it's spotless. That's always the hardest thing for me to clean in my room. Mopped the floor, except for all the parts that I just scrubbed with my hands while down on my knees...doing the dirty work that I usually pay my lesser self to take care of. Washed some of the walls. Washed the radiator. Washed the windows. Basically cleaned everything I could. My room has only been this clean twice before, but it's never looked quite this good, so I did good or well, whichever you prefer. :)

Before I could get to cleaning my room though, I decided to finish a project I had started a couple weeks earlier.

I've been collecting picture frames from God's Closet since I moved into this place and I never did anything with them, except collect them. I had good intentions, just never followed through on those intentions, which is a ridiculous waste.

I've also collected some artwork over the years, which I've never done anything with, which is also a ridiculous waste.

I also have an eleven foot tall wall, which is painted green and which has nothing on it.

What I'm saying is that this is like the first time peanut butter and chocolate decided to bang each other.

So many, many hours later, this is what happened. I'm pretty happy with the results. It makes for a much nicer, more creative living space. I didn't know how to hang much of anything on a wall before, but I did a pretty damned good job, if I do say so myself...and that's why I gave myself such a solid pat on the back.

I had a vision for all those crappy frames that were beaten up and deemed worthless enough for folks to give them away for nothing. Some folks may have questioned my mental state over the past couple years, as I kept collecting them time and time again, but perhaps now that the vision has become reality, they can understand why I was doing it. Or perhaps not. It makes no difference to me. I'm happy with it. Quite content actually. Happy as a lark, whatever the hell a lark is.

I dominated this past Sunday. And sorry to ruin what's supposed to be a day of rest, Jesus...but you're up on that wall, right where you belong....below the true king. The King of Rock and Roll, Elvis Presley. So it was a good day. It's amazing what you can do when you set your mind to it and stop fucking around. There's also a photo in there of Rob Halford and K.K. Downing of Judas Priest, which I've had in the same frame since I was in 4th grade I think? Why do I mention that? Because you've got another thing comin'!

One life I'm gonna live it up

I'm takin' flight said I'll never get enough.

Stand tall I'm young and kinda proud

I'm on the top as long as the music's loud.

If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by

You're thinking like a fool 'cause it's a case of do or die.

Out there is a fortune waitin' to be had

If you think I'll let it go you're mad

You've got another thing comin'. 

Tuesday Tidbits

How's that for a lame title? Pretty sure I could have tried harder, but sometimes, when the sun starts to disappear, my interest in blog post titles starts to wane. This is one of those times.

I was originally going to do a State of the Buban blog post, but I just don't know what that would entail, so I've decided to shelve it. Plus I tried to find a picture to use for it, and this is all I could come up with. Guess I haven't taken my picture since New Years.

Which makes me hope that certain folks will read this and contemplate the number of selfies they post on Facebook. Nobody gives a shit after a while. We understand that you love yourself more than most love their favorite pet who's about to be put out of it's misery like Old Shep, but turn the camera to something else besides your damned face every now and again...says the person who just posted a selfie. At least I didn't take the photo though. That probably doesn't matter much in the grand scheme of irony.

Anyway, it's your typical Tuesday night over here on the wrong side of town. Bob's doing his thing with the Midwest Books for Prisoners* gang. Greg was cooking some sort of taco dinner for that group and he did a hell of a job. I like tacos and all, but this ranks right up there with the best taco I've ever tasted. I'm scared to write that last sentence, as I'm still not sure how something with ground turkey meat could taste so good, but it did. Must have been the beans and the rice. Either way my taco world view has been forever changed/damaged.

Time to take my vitamins. I think I'm going to need one of those seven day vitamin keeper contraptions, to keep all this crap organized. I don't think they sell them large enough to hold these damn ginormous fish oil capsules, which are slightly smaller than the sardines my Father used to eat out of tin cans. Who am I kidding, I eat them too. I've also been known to pull spaghetti out of the garbage and slap it on top of my head. Don't judge me.

This is day two of washing my pillows. Day one was yesterday when two pillows were washed and dried. Day two is just like day one, except with different pillows. It's good to have clean pillows.

So I was contemplating moving this blog to another platform and I'm still contemplating that, but I changed some of the settings last night here on Blogger and I kind of like it. Makes me feel like I have a new blog, even though I don't. I am a little annoyed that when I click on my blog the blog name starts off in one of my least favorite fonts and then usually quickly switches over to the font I picked. I'll probably still change it over at some point, as I've got big plans for this here blog and I'm not sure Blogger will know what to do with me once I completely blow their socks off.

I don't even know why I would want to blow their socks off though. That seems like a pretty mean thing to do. Perhaps I'll just gently blow on their feet as they were probably standing all day and their feet and socks are kind of sweaty and perhaps a bit stanky. Maybe I'll just cool down their feet and then  lull them into a wonderfully soothing sense of serenity and calm. The path to getting what you want is paved with giving, happiness, joy and intent, so I won't literally blow their socks off, I'll soothe their socks off, and then the Universe will open up and I'll receive all that I desire.

Anyway things are looking up not just for me, but for all of you and for this Erased Chalkboard blog. Have yourselves a splendid evening. I need to go get those pillows and start the process of winding down. Early to bed, early to rise, makes Dave happy, wealthy and wise.


*Prisoners from the Midwest area send Bob letters asking for certain books or magazines and Bob and his merry band of cohorts cobble together what they can find which hopefully comes close to the request and send it off to wherever the prisoner is located. I've helped out a few times, but usually I'm blogging on Tuesday nights. That's a lie. Anyway, if you have any books you would like to donate, please let me know. You could also donate some money to pay for shipping costs if you're feeling oh so generous. Bob usually ends up paying for this out of his own pocket. He's a good guy like that. They do good things for the community here at First Trinity Lutheran Church.