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Let’s get physical

One would think the home office lifestyle would be conducive to hitting the gym and getting in tip top shape. One would think!

But now a certain new annoying coworker with 5% body fat (I call him Chubs, or “skinny little f*ck” depending on mood) is on my [big] ass all the time about going to the gym.

I have a new weight loss technique: weigh yourself with your sneakers on. Then assume your sneakers weigh however-many-pounds-overweight you are that day.

Today will be a good day on the scale since it’s raining– wet shoes are HEAVY

W’s update: According to CNN, recessions result in lower death rates. “…Having no job means more time to hit the gym or just go for a walk. Exercise leads to weight loss, and research shows that it correlates with less smoking (though which causes which isn’t clear). Being unemployed or underemployed also means more time for sleep, which improves health.”

Social Media Policy

H is mutli-platform, multi-channel, and multi-media. She is all over Facebook, twitter, the blog, etc.

What this also means, is that every move, comment or misadventure I have, could potentially be blog fodder. I’ve often began to tell a friend a story or anecdote to which they reply “I know – I read H’s post”.  The other, more dangerous, downside is that some of my more embarrassing items may also become public knowledge.

Thus, I’ve had to institute the “social media ban” clause to our relationship. ie. I often need to tell H – “no uploads about this!”

ie. I made H retract a FB status update detailing how I was watching German porn until 3AM, while in Nuremburg for business (for the record: not true).

H UPDATE: While W was trying to write this post, he called to me “hey, what was that thing I did that I instilled a social media ban on?”  I couldn’t recall… all I could come up with was “I think you did something really girly”.  See, if it was facebooked, that memory would live on forever.  Now?  gone.

The History of Blogging

“If blogs and Facebook had existed throughout history, whose updates would you be most interested to read?”

Break out the whiteboard!

We both agreed that Ben Franklin would probably be the most interesting to “friend” – always full of little witticisms, inventive thoughts and snarky comments about the British. I’d be one of the first to follow @bfranks76 on Twitter. And what would his blog be titled? H favored “Speaking Frankly“. My vote would be for “All About the Benjamin”.

I bet the “Lincoln Logs” would be a great blog.

I have a fascination with world explorers. So I also think that Magellan’s blog (“Straight from Magellan”) would be some good reading.  My guess is that it would be a bit pretentious and obnoxious though with Ferdinand always bragging about all of the cool new places he’s been. I am sure he’d post lots of drawings of him with exotic women and boast about how many cheap spices he just bought.

Yes, this is what happens after hours at the Home Office. Please add a comment if you think of any others (of course, extra points for explorers).

First conversation of the morning

H:  “There was a consortium and it was decided that you are walking the dogs”W: “A consortium?”

H: “Is that not the right word?  Is that not how it’s pronounced?”

W:  “No, it’s right. I’m just disturbed that you were holding a consortium with the dog”

One of my new favorite past time is doing a google image search for meeting. Really makes me feel better.

  

 One of my fav new past times is googling “meeting”– then lamenting about how this is how I wasted away my 20’s.  Why didn’t someone tell me to work on a cruise ship or something?

Then Who is Little Jack Horner?

I was lying on the couch earlier and think i got bit by a spider. I mentioned this to H to which she replied “ok, Little Bo Peep”.

I’m not opposed to sheep but after pondering for a few minutes I called her out on exactly what she meant by that.

H: “Didn’t she get bit by a spider that sat down beside her?”

W: “Umm…No. I am pretty sure that was Little Miss Muffet who sat on her tuffet eating porridge”.

Turns out Nursery Rhymes are not our strong suit. If we have a kid, there’s a fairly good chance they’ll be reciting a tale of Old Mother Hubbard losing her lamb and living in a shoe.

PS. I just asked H to name me another nursery rhyme and she started to quote Run DMC. Mother Goose she’s not.

Update from H: 1) I think someone besides Rev Run has said “hey diddle diddle”; 2) W thought Little Jack Horner also ate curds and whey, when i insist that he stuck his thumb into a blueberry pie or something

The Gooch

Last Wednesday our puppy  had an appointment with the head trainer at a swanky doggy day care facility in the 80s. This is the same spot, in fact, where we proudly watched her pee on a rubber floor and wrestle with 2 month old $3000 purebreads, every Sunday AM, before graduating from puppy kindergarten 18 months ago. So we saddled up the whole team and headed back to our old stomping grounds.

hope Carmen, the Italian greyhound who dropped out of class, didn't end up addicted to crystal meth

hope Carmen, the Italian greyhound who dropped out of class, didn’t end up addicted to crystal meth

The puppy’s been having some behavioral issues and we figured, with both of us unemployed, now seemed as good a time as any to drop $150 on a dog therapy session. Not exactly sure this is what President Obama had in mind when extending the government’s unemployment benefits.

Our other dog is also no stranger to our very own canine Dr Melfi sessions as we needed to bring in an expert early on, to help us navigate the H-Will-Dog love triangle. Try casually telling your buddies on a Sunday afternoon – “no thanks, you guys can finish off the beer. I’ll catch what happened in the second half of the Giants game on the news later. I need to run off to a dog training lesson with my new girlfriend now”.

So, after an hour of detailing Puppy’s behavior and watching our trainer take copious notes, we were presented with the full analysis. “She’s a big bully. and she likes it.”

Basically – our sweet puppy is the Gooch (from Diff’rent Strokes fame). She sees weaker dogs and precedes to give them the equivalent of a doggie wedgie. She harasses puny poodles for their doggie lunch money and stuffs wimpy Pomeranians in their lockers.

How about that? We thought we had a heartwarming story of a Caribbean rescue. Turns out we have a giant dog that many of our friends are scared of, our parents don’t want to babysit and that stars in her very own doggie version of Mean Girls. Oh yeah – and she’s a crotch sniffer…

Update from H: I summarize it as spending $150 to be told although my dog won’t kill another dog, she will stuff one in a locker and take its lunch money.

W also didn’t mention that we originally called in the trainer because our lovable Dog wouldn’t allow W to so much hold my hand, forget any funny business.

Pickles and swine flu!

Last week we went to an Oktoberfest event at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.  It was pretty cool being in the BBG after official hours.  It featured several stations of  craft beer, paired with artisanal cheeses and specialty pickles.  It was all properly dignified and filled with people who were impressed they knew about the event.  I likened it to being in a real life Stuff White People Like post.

It was nice, though kinda felt like attending a work-friend wedding at which you don’t know any other people and the cocktail hour is weak (hmmm guess we’re having cheese for dinner…).  It was the first time they had such a thing, and they underestimated the amount of booze 200 people can put down.  There was also not much more than a toothpick with which to grab your pickles from the platter.  In the case of some of the smaller, slimier pickles and the pickled green beans, people started to just reach into the bowl  (try picking up a pickled green bean in a vat of brine with a toothpick and then you judge).  That being said, I’m expecting the swine flu to hit me at any second. I’m not usually of  hypochondriac germophobe nature, but I don’t know hipsters’ handwashing habits.

However the highlight for me was viewing the photos of the event on Metromix.

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I am so happy this passing moment of time was captured. I know the beer and cheese is disappearing, and I am visibly worried. HURRY UP AND TAKE YOUR F’N CHEESE! That is W behind me, wanting to know what the hold up is as well

Next stop, New York Social Diary!

White board it

We lifted a white board from a previous employer (really, am I afraid to say which one in fears that they will send a repo man?).  At first I questioned what the hey it would ever be used for and where it would be kept.  But I quickly realized it would be used for brainstorming, of course.  And it’s best to not mount it anyway, so you can relocate it to wherever said brainstorming would take place!*

Is there anything as gratifying as checking something off of the white board?  This photo was taken after a day trip upstate.  Note the first item, a visit to Bed Stuy, ended up being a really bad idea (at least I don't have to hear about Will's dream of buying a cheap brownstone anymore)

Is there anything as gratifying as checking something off of the white board? This photo was taken after a day trip upstate– I sent the pic to my friend who we met for coffee so she could see what she helped us accomplish. Note that the first item on the list , a visit to Bed Stuy, ended up being a really bad idea  and is so noted (at least I don’t have to hear about W’s dream of buying a cheap brownstone anymore)

Just a couple days ago W was lying in his hammock when he exclaimed out of nowhere, “Why bother with an aerobed?  Let’s put guests on the hammock!”  I stopped what I was doing and ran inside.  Glad the white board isn’t mounted!

Note that I don’t think the shopping list has any business being white board material, and that it was W’s doing.  Funny enough, I had a single post it note up in the kitchen to be used for this purpose, but W started writing big projects on it.  So the list was kinda ended up looking like:

  • Milk
  • Eggs
  • Butter
  • Rearrange furniture in living room
  • cereal
  • bread
  • organize bins in basement

To mock him I started adding things like “plan for retirement.”  I just find it ironic that with the big idea white board he’s adding tactical to-dos.  It did end up proving to be a good prop when I walked out the door with the white board when going to Pathmark yesterday.

* I later remembered that when working at Forrester we were sold on our new “dynamic” office. “The walls will be made of white boards for impromptu idea generation!”  “If an idea is sparked, you can move the walls around to corner off your small working group until project completion!”  “It will be a veritable hotbed of creativity!”  In actuality, the movable walls were just giant cumbersome panels and if you wanted to slide any over you needed to give the facilities department 2 weeks notice and then suffer their wrath.