Lurking. And breathing heavily.

Reading Dean's world when I should be working. About to head home and cook dinner for the family (West Coast). Get the kids to bed, and crack open "Shake Hands With the Devil", conk out on the sofa and let the book whack me in the snout when I doze off.

Middle age, does it get any better than this?

Taking a quick buzz through the blogs before I grab a hot dog with my kids. Just got through carrying my 8-year-old around the living room upside down. Before that, I was unwinding after my workday by half-dozing my way through Spider-Man on video (my son checked it out from the library).

1) I would be helping Stefi paint our living room and upstairs and downstairs hallways in Martha Stewart vaguely khaki green. If she were to let me handle any of the indoor house painting. But she doesn't.

2) I would be at one of the local cinemas watching House of Sand and Fog or Spartan, if either film started at a reasonable hour such as about 4:30-5pm. But they schedule these arthouse specials for late night, after all the kids have trashed up the place with the buckets of popcorn and occasionally spilled Pepsi that are the true founts of revenue for your friendly neighborhood metroplexes.

3) I would be at the new Princeton Club fitness center at the far west end of Madison, showing how an old can trot four miles in an hour just like the youngbloods. But my business schedule causes me to roust my ass out of the sack at 5:30-6am and do my flab removal at the time the US Army usually pops their soldiers out of the sack for reveille. (They still call it that?)

4) I would be sitting at the computer screen, using the Del key to make all the spam disappear one message at a time, then looking in on Dean's World to see what bright stuff Dean, Rosemary and the gang have brought to light (or brought to life, if they initiated it rather than blogged it.)

5) I would be preparing for bedtime early, because you wouldn't believe what it's like to get into your favorite fitness center on a Saturday morning and actually find your favorite exercize machines available for your instant use.

(All work and no play make Jack a dull boy; all play and no work makes him a poor boy.)

Arnold Harris
Mount Horeb WI

I was planning to go up and see a school play in Caledonia this evening. But I lay down late afternoon to take a nap, was out like a light for about an hour, and now I just can't get woken up again. Feels like being mired in molasses.

I think my body's trying to tell me something: the rush of Lent (for me, the busiest time of the year) is catching up with me. So I'm just going to have a supper of pizza and Leinenkugel's, and sit around this evening quietly staring off into space.

Stay away from the computer, even. I've been doing enough technical tinkering with that thing lately. Fun, but a great time-waster.

Well, I have some idea what I will be doing. Eating meatloaf, etc. as described by my wife at Accidental Verbosity. Now, time to go home...

Er, waiting for my husband to get hone? ;)

Er, hoMe.

Ah, it's Friday night...

What am I doing? Relaxing and enjoying a Yuengling Lager and a big, juicy hamburger to reward myself for successfully solving the technical problem which made this the Psycho Week From Hell.

In the old days, Deb, "hone" was what she would use to sharpen the blade that she would threaten the old man with, if he didn't get home at a reasonable hour. Or if she didn't buy his line of crap about why he was so late.

Arnold Harris
Mount Horeb WI

I'm just starting work, and you know it, damn you... ahh, 7:00PM to 7:00AM, swing shift of champions...

Well, Arnold, I didn't *think* it was a Freudian slip, but I could be wrong... ;)

Taking a break between lab sessions for a class I teach on computer networking at a local college.

On Friday night?? Yes. It's a make-up session.

I'd be going out to dinner, if I had someone with whom to share the evening. Screw it, I may just go anyways

since i'm in California, i'm still at work. once i'm done, i'll go pick up my SO at work, go home, unpack the pedal steel guitar which they delivered to work today, and start figuring out how to play it.

Working, darn you.

My second job, darn you.

The Yuengling Lager comes in just a little while.

MonkeyPants
Imperial Minister of Useless Information

I'm sniffling and moaning about how much my head hurts, mostly. For variety I intersperse the occasional sneeze. Colds suck.

Just got back from the office. Had to run back up there to get something I lost. Now I'm sitting in front of my computer waiting for my girlfriend to get home from work. She's getting off early tonight, which is nice. I think we'll order in some food and watch some movies.

I was hoping today would stay nice outside. Its been in the 50's all week! That's a heat wave for North Dakota this time of year. The sun was so nice, I was going to get the motorcycle out. But, it was kind of cloudy and rainy today. Another day, perhaps.

I'm tending to a sick son and watching the other son play with his cars, while surfing blogs and newsites and listening to Hugh Hewitt.

Oh yeah, I'm sipping a cup of coffee too.

Cooking salmon, watching "Earth: Final Conflict" on DVD, then watching "Reba" (something funny to get us in the mood for slap and tickle :-} ). And of course checking in at Dean's World.

Just reading...slowly...wishing I had DSL so I could load these pages faster. Getting ready to say the heck with a regular sensible diet and splurg with a few hot dogs and a good bottle of Greek wind.

not reading my post and saying wind when I meant wine.

Unwinding from work before going downstairs for dinner - biscuits and gravy, the gravy being made with bulk Italian sausage made by the black-owned grocery chain in our part of town. Then a brief nap before driving the wee wifey to work, as she traded nights with a coworker.

The fun thing this weekend is that I'll be working an extra shift, starting 1:00 Sunday morning, and will still be due back 9:00 on Monday for my regular schedule.

I dunno, Mark, Greek wind can be pretty nice, but it depends on the Greek, of course.

Go back from the Fun Fair at my son's elementary school, trying to decide which TV channel to ignore (sitcom or basketball) while I feed my nasty blogaholic habit.

Just got done cooking dinner for the kiddos; pancakes, sausage and scrambled eggs. Don't blame me. Friday nights they get whatever they want, and that's what they asked for...

Trying to configure Bluetooth so I can browse the web through my PC from a Palm Tungsten T3. Got the devices connected, but the Palm browser reports a DNS problem. Hmmm, hmmm.

These damned things are still way too complicated for prime time.

Decompressing from a day of stress caused by an architect's behind-scheduleness and wondering why in the hell I agreed to go to work tomorrow only to face more of the same. Oh yeah, that's right, M-O-N-E-Y. The thing that we all love to hate, and hate to love. It's times like these that I need to do a gratitude check and remind myself how fortunate I am to live and work in G-d's country, and say a prayer for those less fortunate than I this evening. Perspective is a wonderful thing.

Snuggling with my beloved on the couch-of-infinite-comfort, sharing a petite shiraz, and watching "The Last King" - with a small dog curled up at our feet.

Waiting for my wife to finish surfing the web for plants (bamboo?) and landscaping books.

Half-watching MTV in hopes of catching "Stacey's Mom."

Recovering from a week of work, topped off by dinner with my MIL.

Had my son's basketball game (they lost a thriller, 40-39) and then my brother came for chili & beer. We played a little poker, then Will & I watched "Lost In La Mancha." I was fascinated by the real behind-the-camera action, devoid of "Entertainment Tonight"-style fan-action. Just a great look at the craft and business of movies. My take: Gilliam can be forgiven for the failure of his "Don Quixote" film. For all the catastrophe of the first week of shooting, the only insurmountable obstacle was the illness of his star. It's too bad he couldn't find another actor for Quixote in time to save the film, but that was also just out of his hands.

And now I'm gonna hit the hay.

Snarking on all Rose and Dean's other entries. Trying to be funny and laughing out loud in my mom's empty house as I run up her AOL account's hourly limit. I took my youngest girl back home to the Youngstown with me area so I could sit and wait the week away while my mom recovers in ICU, my soul mate runs the bar, I ignore my clients and the tax man, my two older daughters get run to school back home by grandpa instead of Dad, my sister honors our kid's request for a sleep-over, my son got engaged when the ring he ordered on-line arrived via UPS (how appropriate for a budding computer engineer), watching CNN and sci-fi's Stargate and drinking cheap american beer instead of a proper Guiness as a night-owl doctor consults with me at 11:15 pm. All the while completely failing in quitting smoking which killed my Dad and gave my mom emphysema.

Oh, and avoiding reading this thread cuz I really didn't want to think about what I was doing on a Friday night until Rose called me on being out of character. I've really grown fond of this blogosphere thing. Gotta get one for myself someday.

Working through the regular sites. Having a Boh Ice and a few Marlboros. Listening to the upstairs neighbors having a party and thinking about getting old. Counting my bruises and sore muscles from soccer and feeling old. Been lurking here a while, figured I may as well start giving some feedback.

If you are going to go with na-beer, give Kaliber a try. Can't say I've done a taste test, but I imagine the Guinness folks might give a decent try.

Sean

It's eleven thirty my time, just got my wife and company to bed. We saw some TV and then listened to some great music from the 1940's and early '50's,

Sippin' a little bourbon...blogin.

I was sitting around with a dear sweet girlfriend listening to a christian piano player by the name of Deano. He is the christian version of Liberace. He is married and has a fine wife that travels the world with him. He adorns his fingers with gold rings made of diamonds and dresses pretty unique. He has sold millions of tapes and cd's. Love his, "All nature sings", play it often as I drift to sleep. I also played, Enyas music for my friend while we sipped on Cherry Juice. It is a bit tart but soothes your nerves and has a nice calming effect. Yummy, sometimes I put a splash of honey in it. I get the pure cherry juice from our all natural store. I could spend a fortune in their all natural juices and the store is so much fun to buy good fer ya stuff in the big bins they have there.

We had fun playing with my funny dog, he is a cat that belongs in a dogs body. He rolls over when you tell him to. He growls when I try to take his toy out of his mouth that is attached to a string. He is a hoot! I named him, Pipsqueak when he was a baby, now he is just nearing two, so I call him, Mr. Pips...I don't want to embarress him by calling him a Pipsqueak! He sits by my side when I read non other than, Dean's World!

My friend enjoyed me reading aloud your posts earlier this eve.

Sitting in parking lot downloading the local newspaper via a WiFi link after having spent the night out with my friend's band and a few Yeungling Lagers (yes Dean, the evil variety you've sworn off of!)

More power to ya though, I met plenty of people tonight who should abstain entirely and I'm happy to be lucky enough to not have those "issues"!

Well, I'm a little late, but didn't see this til this morning. I'll tell you what I did though:

Nursed a sore back after moving furniture and sheeting my livingroom floor with 3/4" underlayment, by myself. And a fine job I did too if I do say so myself. After feeding the boy and the dogs, settled down with some cheap wine to search the net for compelling reads for my mom. She's in desperate need of education these days. She was out to visit last weekend and we discussed some politics and world events. I am APPALLED! MY OWN MOTHER! When I asked her what she thought about John Kerry, she replied, "I really don't know that much about him, but he's Not George Bush!" Also, "I admire that he was a Vietnam vet," but had never heard anything about what he did there or what he did when he got back. When I pointed out his Senate voting record being farther left than Teddy Kennedy, she said, "Yes, but as president, he would be forced to be more centrest." Arghhh. Anyway, I went and reread Donald Sensing's "The Big Picture", Stephen DenBeste's "Jacksonian Foreign Policy & World Government" and "The Difference Between Law Enforcement and War." I felt much better.

Thanks for the vent.

Borders to buy books for a presentation at school on Mexican women soldiers. Back to school for Folklorico Ballet presentation and concert. It's free for students. The dancing and music were amazing. There were two singers who put Ricky Martin in the dumpster. But, at 2 hours and 30 minutes, my back ached and I had to leave.

Major annoyance. One young couple who came 25 minutes late, sat beside me, and decided to chatter the entire time. I tried to hold my tongue (fat chance) and finally with all the motherness I could muster said, "SHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Home. Hot bath. Reading my new children's books for my report.

This getting old thing, by the way, SUCKS! What has happened to all of us?