Success Warrior: The Blog That Embraces ADHD

Meet My New Training Partner

So,

Apparently I was a good boy this year because Santa Claus brought me a new training partner.  Meet Bob:

Bob, or B.O.B. (Body Opponent Bag), is made to be punched and kicked like a heavy bag except with real parts to aim for.  Bailey, the foster dog, has made it clear that she does not like Bob.  Maybe it's the scowl on his face.  Not that you would expect him to be smiling since everyone he meets punches him.  Even Tia punched him.  For rude.

I've been going back and forth in trying to decide if I really wanted a punching bag.  Recently, I finally made the decision that I did want a punching bag but not any ol' punching bag.  An anatomically correct punching bag (except that he has no arms and no legs past his shorts). 

I will have more on this later but since it's after 2am, I think I'll call it a night.  The hecklers have even gone to sleep already.

7th Day; 7 Words

Did Santa bring you a big package?

Leave your seven words in the comments.

Saturday Video: TSO

 This Wednesday we'll be sitting on the front row and this year Trey joins us in our Tradition.  This will be our 7th attendance of the Trans-Siberian Orchestra's Christmas show.  Next year, I'm hoping to make it to the Beethoven show.  This song is part of that but gets included in the Christmas show each year too.

7th Day; 7 Words

22 hours as Santa's little helper yesterday.

Leave your seven words in the comments.

Saturday Video - Pole Dancing

Wun Like a Wabbit

So,

First, to everyone that wished me happy birthday on Facebook about a month ago . . . Thanks!

Really?

What he said.

Okay, I've been a bit out of touch - Shut It! - for a while and that included not ever logging into Facebook.  I would get friendly weekly reminders from Facebook letting me know that all of you were posting status updates and that I was really misssing out and I really should log back in to see what I'm missing out on and maybe even post my own status update.  If I did, I'd post something like, "I'm not actually checking anything.  I'm just trying to stop Facebook's annoying email campaign." 

Second, my wife gave me a new and improved treadmill for my birthday, which I'm absolutely loving. 

Your wife or your treadmill?

Choose carefully, she may read this post.

It has a much bigger deck than the previous one and . . .

Your wife or your treadmill?

Choose very carefully.

. . . and has shock absorbers, which makes the TREADMILL so much better than running on the street.  Even more so because I've been wearing my VFF Bikilas for running.  It comes with 28 preprogrammed routines which completely kick my ass nearly every time.  Of the 22 that I have tried, I have successfully completed 8 of them.  The rest of them, I have to knock down the speed for a minute or two to catch my breath.  It's been a long time since I've been running so I'm happy that I've even been able to get through 8 of them. 

It's cool that I can run where it's warmer than 30 degrees on a surface with a little give even if I'm in charge of watching my son.  Trying to fit running in when it wasn't too cold, wasn't too hot, and when I wasn't in charge of Trey was a bit challenging.

So, I'm a runner again.  Huzzah!

Final-ly

So,

I know I left a blog laying around here somewhere.  Anyone seen it?

Who's the new guy?

Dunno.

I have learned something very important over the last couple of months.  I am not going to be an accountant.  Unfortunately, I'll be taking a second round of accounting in January, which I believe is some sort of punishment for announcing that rather loudly that accounting sucks ass.

When you suck ass, do you debit ass while crediting suck?

Maybe you just depreciate ass using the double-declining balance method?

However, if you ask me about recursive functions, I seem to be a natural at that.

You're better at recursion than plus and minus?

Dude is seriously messed up.

My wife has me beat for this Christmas break though.

No surprise.

What he said.

She was carrying 15 credits and her lowest grade amongst the classes is 96% but that's not the part that has me beat.  She's earned her Bachelors!

Schwing!

Yeah, but did she have accounting?

I have a final on Friday and then it's break time but I've still got another 18 months or so to go while her Christmas break goes on and on. 

I'm going to keep this brief so that I don't burn up on reentry into the blogosphere.

And so you can get your ass back to studying like you're supposed to be doing.

What he said.

Yeah, and that.