The New Year is upon us. Time for Gregster’s New Years Resolutions for 2009:

10. Spend as much time as possible breathing the air of those inflicted with the common cold. Use up some of that damn sick leave while developing immunities!

9. Allow more time in the morning to get to work. Take your time. Don’t stress. Shoot at anyone that cuts you off. See, doesn’t that make you feel better?

8. Eat less salad, more cheese burgers.

7. Make friends with a mobster or two. You may need them someday.

6. Find a new way to incite political riot online.

5. Start a business in Costa Rica selling American water heaters.

4. Fly to Paris, slap a Frenchman across the mouth (backhanded, please), laugh hysterically and promptly return to the states.

3. Experiment pouring different liquids down the waterless urinals.

2. Convince mailman that the feds are watching his Middle-Eastern ass and he better be careful.

1. Take apart the equipment in the weight room and put it in storage. Spend the next 6 months paying to store it until eventually realizing that I’ll never use any of it again and promptly sell all of it.

Resolvingly,
Gregsta’

Spent most of today with the worst Heartburn I’ve ever experienced. It won’t go away. It’s nearly 1AM and I’m still suffering. Argh.

Gregsta’: Unrested

I decided to take a few vacation days so I could have some time to work around the house on some projects. I’ve actually ended up doing just a bunch of chores that needed to get done. What fun, huh?

I need some coffee before I get a headache.

Due to the weather, I’ve got a nice long weekend ahead of me to work on the house getting it ready to sell. Good thing, too. There’s a lot of little crap that needs to get done.

Gregsta’: Back at it

Merry Christmas everyone!

Spent most of the day at Betsy’s mom’s house. It was very nice. I’m absolutely stuffed. Soo much food.

A really nice announcement was made: My brother in law and his wife are having a baby! Yippie!

We’re home now, contemplating a trip to the bar. Vertigo, that is.

Gregsta’: Full

A foot of snow (or more).

Betsy and I dug the car out and managed to get mobile again. Working my ass off from home today was fun. I didn’t get a lot done, as I was feeling tired all day and ready to escape the house.

Trying to ride the bus to work yesterday was awful. I estimate between 4-5 hours were spent commuting. Part of that included a (you guessed it) mile long hike through a foot of snow uphill.

I have a new respect for my father, who reportedly did the same thing every day as a kid.

At least I didn’t have to fight off ravenous Pterodactyls…

There were a few Reed College students that we’re about as frightening, though.

Gregsta’: Dug Out

I want bacon.

I just watched a Miata skid up the street.

I still want bacon.

Gregsta’

It’s fricken cold outside. There’s 6″ of snow on the ground. The wind is blowing.

I can’t wait to go to bed.

Hibernation? Yeah, that’s my prerogative.

We made the mistake of venturing out this evening into the veritable blizzard. By the time we got back, it took me about an hour to warm back up.

Tomorrow is supposed to be a family get together and a christmas concert. Having doubts that either will happen.

Gregsta’: Drifted into the Snow

I’m in a rut. I don’t post to the blog much anymore, it’s crazy.

The only thing I’m amped up about – The Weather. The a$$holes at the news stations make the weather out to be some sort of crisis. I have news for you: It’s not, start reporting on something worthwhile. I want to reach out and strangle the producers of all the news programs in this town. Perhaps I’ll line them up, one by one and play Russian roulette with some rock salt rounds.

Gregsta’ -

Nothing worse than holiday anxiety.

For me, this year it’s not presents and family get togethers. Heck, the latter (with two exceptions) is an excuse to drink copious amounts of wine. No, what’s getting me this year is something far more grueling and far more wicked than the holidays could ever be…

Buying and Selling a house.

Oh, the torture! Oh, the pain! Will the bank give us this, will the seller do that? Will we sell ours quickly or will it turn to mush on the market for months!? AHHHH!!!!

Perhaps the worst part of this – the prospect of moving in January or February. I’m not going to think about it.

Gregsta’: Looking for some Xanax…

It’s really nice outside right now. It’s snowing, sticking and accumulating. We’re looking at perhaps an inch of accumulation of the white stuff right now. I’m going to go out in a bit and see how the Camry’s traction control does in this stuff. Maybe.

On the other hand, it’s Sunday and I’m tired. Betsy is fighting off food poisoning from last night’s crabcakes at McCormick and Schmicks.

Gregsta’