Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Harder and harder to get out of bed

Work has been mentally taxing on the both of us for the last 2 months. I always imagined myself as a happiness over money person but when you really start to weigh things out it's odd how much the scale leans towards the money. It's probably a good thing, prevents people from making decisions based on emotion. It also lets you ride the wave in the storm to the beach (or the rocks, depending).
Good news is we have seen the beach and the sand looks good. I decided to get rid of my last old vehicle but did need to replace it so... SURPRISE, happy early birthday, late anniversary and early christmas...


Nothing we've owned has had a trunk, they are really handy for storing things out of sight. A great invention.

I've stepped up my working out, again. I've picked up a real boxing coach and take classes after my regular sessions and running. This will put me at about 9 workouts a week. Getting out of bed is becoming a real bitch, especially at 2AM when Rock needs to be let out. I sort of get up and lean on the wall and zombie shuffle as my ankles decide if they want to be flexible or my hips want to pivot. It's a lot of discomfort and work but anytime I think it's not worth it I remember I've gotten some of my best boxing pointers from a vet who has a below knee amputation on one leg and works hard at the gym.


I'm the leanest I've been as far back as I can remember (high school perhaps and that was just skinny). I'm thinking of hammer out a 50k next year, that should be a good goal to work towards and destroy.
Rock is enjoying the relatively warm December. We didn't rake the leaves up this year so they can break down and make some healthier soil. We also can hear what side of the yard he is on as he crashes through the piles the wind has made. I think the only downside is sometimes you can't find the shoes and socks he leaves under the bushes.

We took all of our firearms and drove to Texas and sold them for cash. The guy didn't even want a receipt and there are no background checks for private sales. I figured it was time to get rid of them before they automatically assaulted anything.



or did we....

10 comments:

  1. You seem a bit more facetious-slash-mildly sarcastic than usual, Max. So you're either feeling really good, or something's nagging at you. Feel free to contact me via e-mail, at need.

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    1. Appreciate the offer, things are actually really good after a couple months of issues at work: when you want to help and get involved and are told no but still have to somehow explain why the problems aren't being fixed.

      We are looking forward to decorating the tree this weekend and getting away from the populace.

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  2. Well, at least life is not boring.

    I never sell guns. I traded a few crappy pimp guns I got when I bought a numbered lot at an auction though. It's not that I'm worried about selling, it's just that I can't bear to part with mine.

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    1. My dad could never part with anything in the gun cabinet. He finally gave me a few when I moved out but he of course replaced them.

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  3. You don't need firearms anyway. You can always just duck and hide from the bad guys. Perhaps bringing them to the crusher so they can never harm anyone again would have been better? Besides, they make public art out of them so everyone in the town can feel safe.
    Love the car and the color won't draw anyone's attention to it. Enjoy the trunk!

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    1. Just call 911, that's what we are told anyhow...
      We love the color, its the only reason we picked it up.


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  4. Just curious, buy why did you get rid of your guns, and I suppose you have none now?

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    1. Because guns are evil and randomly assault people? That's what the media and the Gov't is telling me and I can no longer be different.
      It's actually a nice weight off my shoulders to have nothing on record anymore.

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  5. I recently did the same thing Max. I actually turned all my guns in at a local gun buy back program and just felt warm and fuzzy all over. Amazing I survived all those years with those dangerous things in my house, on my hip, and in my car.

    Think I need a drink with an umbrella in it.

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    1. I thought about a buy-back program but didn't want the Walmart cards.
      Enjoy your drink and the year end!

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