.my 5, guilty pleasures

Hey PJ from www.pandrjandg.blogpsot.com - also known as it is what it is, sometimes! If you are there then go check out here ... www.pausefourthought.blogspot.com.....same post today at both places cause I am lazy!

My 5 guilty pleasures. I know the first few should be my wife and child, yet I am going to leave them off the list, because they are a given.

1. My blackberry. Seriously, with out it I would not have a blog. I wouldn't check the weather 30 times per day. FB status checks happen at least once per hour. Reading blogs is also a blackberry thing, it is a tiny screen yet it works. I am feening for an iphone as TSK can attest to, yet my blackberry is still the truth.

2. Tea. I love me some tea. We have a teavana store not too far from our house and a tea steeper. Ok, so my guilty pleasure is that pop pop makes me tea each morning that is ready for me when I drop the beans off. I have tea each morning, all different flavors, that I don't have to make myself, Haha GUILTY!!

3. Peeps!!!! I love me some peeps. You know the marshmellos that are covered with sugar. Bunnie peeps, ghost peeps, santa peeps, I don't care I love em all. Although lately I have been able to curb my peep pleasure, I have been known to wack a box of peeps on the DL (down low)..

4. I would have to say The Hills. Can't believe I just put it out there like that, but my wife will watch the show and I won't get up and leave. They sucked me in. wifey DVRs the show and whenever she asks if she can watch it I hem and haw a bit and never leave the room. Haha, Desperate housewives, I get up and leave, The Hills I go get the wine.

5. Mariah. I love me some Matiah Carey. Maybe not the 2009 Mariah, yet 88 - 98 Mariah. Her remixes are pretty much a standard in PJs cd player. Me and Mariah go together like babies and pacifiers. I even have the glitter CD and think it is pretty good!

Along with number 5 I might as well list: new edition, bell biv devoe, vanilla ice, debbie gibson, balinda carlisle - I love all the cheesy 80s music - love it all. Mariah is still my number 1 and always will be.

This really should have been top 10 guilty pleasures.
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Memorial day

It is Monday, Memorial day weekend @ 4:07pm and PJ is BBQed the heck out. The beans is passed out in the back seat, wifey just ran into trader joes to grab some fixins, and I am sitting here admiring my belly. It is time to get to losing some belly flab. I have said it before, yet it is time to get it on. I have not run since the Broad Street run 10 miles that slapped me with a double ear infection. The alarm is set for 4:30am, back to the grind. I am thinking that 10 or so lbs by july 12th is possible, if not more. This is going to sound a bit crazy, yet I have to eat a bit more per day to get my metabolism ramped up a bit. One more bbq to go. We did the neighbors house, our house, my brothers house and now back to casa de PJ for steaks and corn on the cob, and yes a few beers. It certainly is a rough life, and a short week this week to boot! Booyah. Nothing wrong with the summer in Philly. I have one vacation booked for the summer and besides that it is just working my tail off, and being in the moment when I get the chance to spend time with the family. My main goal is to learn to enjoy the jobs around the house weeding, paiting, redesigning rooms - you know the drill just gotta make it all happen, and enjoy it while it is happening.


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Sales is like...

Dating. As the guy, I call and call and call until you finally answer. Then I set up a date. We go out and it is awesome, it seems like a great fit, us together. I even ask you if you had a good time and you say yes. We even get as far as setting up a future call, and swap emails. And then I never hear from you again. I call, I email, maybe I come on too strong, yet I know all the other boys are doing the same. I think I have the best car, the best sound system, and all that shit. I might be a little more money, yet baby it is worth it. My service is second to none. So, why don't you call me back. I know you are busy, I know work is crazy and your mom is on your case, your finishing up some school work, washing your hair. Basically, doing your thing. I know some other guys call, and hey maybe they even take you to the movies, dinner, coffee, whatever it is, I am curious why you don't call me back to chat. A month passes with my emails and calls falling on deaf ears. And then one late night or early morning you send an emal, saying that this isn't going to work out between us, that you like me and appreciate all that I have done for you, you received my emails and voicemails, yet you have already commited to another, you already signed on the dotted line. Your leaving me, but I can keep in touch over the years in case the new guy slips up. I ask for more info to help me become a better person, to help me better myself, to please give me some information, again deaf ears. I can't believe she just broke up with me via email! What a punk. Seriously, did our relationship not warrant a phone call? Did I mean that little to you? Are you not a grown up? This makes me think you are kind of weak and it makes me sad. I would have done anything for you, and now we will never know. Don't call me when he is not good enough for you.... Um wait, please call me. I really could use another date, I could use another long term relationship.

TGIF
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Look into my calendar!

This is one of those stare at me till your eyes go crazy calendars that turns into another picture. They are pretty cool and all the rave at the local malls in the late 80s. You would see people just staring blankly at the pictures till they yelled out 'oh it is a sailboat', or ' holy cow there is a tiger'. I sure do wish it was still the 80s. Well, late 80s early 90s. Hairbands, vanilla ice, the first go round of NKOTB, Z-cavs, members only... Ok ok I will stop. I know all you crazy kids are jealous.

I am obviously very sleep deprived and have not slept for an 8 hour night for over 6 months. Ok, just one day, and that was because the beans had a little rash on her face and we gave her some benadryl. Save that one time, I am up at least once per night. I am slowly zombiafying. Yes you read that right, I am turning into a freaking zombie!
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Worst date ever.

Let's think back to the mid 90s. The end of my first year of college. Just a quick bit of background. I went to a PSU sattelite campus for two years before going to main campus. While living at home I worked my tail off, I was working 40 hours per week at a supermarket (food store) and had a full load of classes. I knew if I put the work in for two years and got my GPA up and my bank account up that the next two years would be time that I would never forget. I worked all different shifts from overnight crew, to early am produce, to mid shift anything I could get my hands on. If someone called out sick they called me, I did it all and never turned down extra work, ever. The great thing was I was in a union, so each time I learned something more I got paid more. Ok, to get to the point. Her name was heather, and she was smoooookin hot. I am talking top 3 in the school, and she was really nice really really nice, and I asked her out. She agreed, and that is where it went down hill fast. That Friday night I worked till about 10, got home went to bed around 11:30am and was up at 4am to cover early morning produce. I worked till about two and after grabbing some roses from the flower section I headed home. No cell phones back then so when I got home I called Heather to make sure she set something up, sure stop at a friends house and then a late movie. We were seeing Bram Strokers Dracula at 10pm. What? 10pm I need a effing nap STAT. Of course with my mom, dad and brother at home no nappy poo was gonna happen for good old pj. This is before redbull, so I was up the creek. Gonna be a long night, yet gonna be worth it.

I picked her up in the fly Subaru gl 4 door sedan (that's how I rolled), brought the roses with me to the door and everything was super smooth. I knew this was going well. Off to her friends house and meeting a few peeps. Well, this one guy was such an A-hole and just kept making comments and stuff under his breath. We both noticed this and it was pretty uncomfortable. Most likely an ex or just someone who had a crush. . I think we were there for maybe ten minutes or so before I said it was time to go. She was down to leave and we grabbed a bite before the movie. All was going well, arm touching laughing, smiles, looking into each others eyes. Then I felt a tickle in my throat. We got to the movie, I grabbed a large cherry coke. Ahemmmm, grrr grrr... Working it out. Sip of soda, AHEMMMM, tickle tickle... Ahemm. Large gulp of soda. Ahemmm, nothing. We find our seats in a packed theatre. Ahemm... Tickle tickle tickle... I knew this was not going good, in fact I knew that I was in a crash and burn situation here. AHEM AHEMMMM AHEMM!!! I think I got it, all the while she is glancing over towards me with a quizical look on her face, what is going on. Now I start to chit chat and smile, tickle tickle ticke - WTF. My little ahemmms went on for about 45 minutes, the guy in front of me kept looking back at me like I had any control of the situation. Luckily, my head started to bob a bit, oh shit I am so tired. Ahem, head bob, ahem, eyes closing, ahem, no no no, ahem... WE ARE GOING DOWN. The next thing I remember was good old heather tapping me on the shoulder, shit I actually feel asleep on a date. What a loser. We drove home, me ahemming and her bored. Smooth. I walked her to the door and said good night. No attempt at a hug, kiss, or even a high five - I was way too embarrased to make a move, and probably had some nasty morning breath. Brutal. Hope your worst is better than my worst.
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Posting

Well, my posting has been somewhat sporatic at best lately. This past weekend consisted of getting ready for a 2 year old b-day extravagaza, having a 2 year old b-day extravaganza, and follow that up with a rip roaring 6 year old party on Sunday. Now today in about 2 hours or so I have a presentation to do at work. Good stuff. Great stuff, and busy busy busy. As they say a rolling stone gathers no moss! Keep your nose to the grind stone and all that shit.

Well big daddy needs some high quality REM sleep.


I really never understood the fear of speaking in front of an audience. My presentation was in front of 90 people and a piece of cake. Just have to keep those nerves under control and enjoy the moment. Know what you are talking about and talk about it. It is a pretty easy formula, say what it is, why it is, and recap. Bing bang boom, done. Some people work themselves up so much that they can barely get thru it, and once it goes bad it sure is hard to get it back. Seriously, grab the bull by the horns and stop being such a sally.

Happy Tuesday, get on with it.
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Hump day!

Well its hump day, hence I am over here as well -

www.pausefourthought.blogspot.com

Just talking about why I blog, nothing serious.

It is now, 7:50pm. I am sitting in the doctors office, and I had a 7pm appointment. Whiskey tango foxtrot!!! Ugh. I really don't understand how these knuckleheads get away with this. Seriously, you went to how many years of school and you can't effing figure out how to make a friggin schedule. Tell me you don't have any room to sneak me in, tell me you don't like my tie, but don't run an hour late. It makes you look bad, it makes your staff look bad, and certainly makes your computer program that is supposed to make this easy look bad. I have been at my job for 5 months and I have my schedule figured out, it is really not that hard, and it took me 5 years to graduate college with a BS. I would assume that his wife is gonna be pissed as he is running at least an hour late. I mean doesn't he want to put the kids to bed, I know I do, hence I made my appointment at 7pm not 8pm. I know he is just going to say ' sorry for the wait thanks for your understanding ' and I am going to take it like a man who just got slapped in the face and say no problem. What I really want to say is listen clownface, you suck at this, you might be a good doctor, but your time managment skills are effing pathetic. I missed putting my daughter to bed, because you can't figure out how long it takes to meet with people to meet with patients. This is your job numbnuts, your job, and that you have been doing for 10 plus years, over 10 years and still don't have it figured out.

Yeah, no problem in making me wait for over an hour, plus the 15 minutes I was early. Lesson learned. I am a race car in the red, and I have to say thank you to him, aint that some shit?

I did do two blog posts so I was a bit productive while I waited.

8:35 pm waiting for my perscription to be filled and the good doc gave me something I am allergic to, luckily the pharmicist caught it. Plan B, and I am waiting. Cold beer will help. If only I could pour it in my ears for my double ear infection, thank you broad street run.

Happy humpday!
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The gift that keeps on giving!

Whoever invented this toy is a sadist. The popper! The mad popper! It is more for younger kids just starting to walk, I suppose, yet it is a favorite at the pj household. It has been 'lost' a few times, 'out of rotation' a few times yet always finds its way back from hidebernation. See that I said 'hide' instead of 'hiber' pretty witty if I do say so myself. Anywho, this popper does just that, pops little platic balls into the lid so it makes a noise. Poppopper popper POPPER POPPER!!!!! Ahh the joys of parenting.
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Psycho

Well, the guy behind me is a psycho - lunatic- road raging fool, screaming, banging the steering wheel - and I am the A-hole in front of him blogging on my drive home. Oh wait, and the sun is out!!! I haven't seen her in a long long time. I miss the sun. It has been 9 days of rain and overcast here in Philly and that is not good at all. Hahaha the poor guy behind me has his head out of the window seeing what the holdup is - its 5:30pm bro, they don't call it rush hour for nothing, he is doing the swerve out left swerve out right to look ahead, to no avail. He is probably late for his job at the mall or late for his home cooked meal at home.

Five O - coppers - the fuzz - the PO PO

Ok, off to dinner with a friend to have a life changing conversation, when the po po get me. I mgiht have pulled out of my development and made a right and crossed the double yellow line, and cut thru a turning lane to get to my turning lane to make a left. You got that? Good. So literally 30 seconds from my house and late for dinner already. Aaaaaannnd, she gave me a warning !!!!! Yaaaaah. She came up and asked the trick question: Do you know why I pulled you over? Yes maam sure do. A warning later and I was off to dinner. That 220 dollar ticket sure would have sucked. The topper of the whole thing is that I was listening to a little Bone Thugs when I saw the lights go on, ironic?

Happy Friday!
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Bad bad bad joke

I just can't not write this:

Did you hear that kermit the frog died of swine flu. His last words were ' that effing pig told me she was clean.'

Sorry, just had to do it.
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Hard to work and a ?

It sure is tough to work the phones like a mad man when you can't talk. I lost my voice on el Broad Street Run O, I think I made 10 calls yesterday compared to a regular 60 to 80 call day. That is not a recipe for success. Today I am leaving msgs and speaking with people with my best bedtime and/or morning voice possible. Let's hope it works well, and strikes a nerve with some clients. I certainly take sympathy call backs!

On a side note - is it ok for guys to color their hair? Let's say that you are just a bit salt and peppery on the sides and a bit of grey on top. Just for men - does that make it any better if the box says its for guys? Is salt and pepper sexy? Do you just shave it down, cut it military style so no one knows? Is salt and pepper better than being bald?
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Sunday Funday

I spent the better part of my morning on Sunday running down Broad Street in Philadelphia for 10 miles with 25 thousand of my closest friends. Not a bad way to start a day off. The first six miles were cake. The next two miles were ok, and the last two pretty much were not so good. I am in pretty good running shape, for a treadmill. The game gets a bit dofferent on the cement street, a little more wear and tear. Between the concrete, the cold weather, and hey let's throw in some rain, the last two miles were a bit of a mind game. My knees were pretty sore, the cold and dampness really does not work well with screws in each knee. I finished in about two hours which is my goal each year. 2 minutes behind a good friend and about 4 in front of rx7 and his wife. So close to people that you know and yet you probably have 1000 people between you. I think I sumed it up best once we were done and standing in the cold rain sweating, legs throbing - this sucks so bad that its almost funny. As for today, I feel pretty good. Quads are a little sore, yet that is about it, well, except for the nasty sore throat that one aquires while running in 40degree rainy weather for two hours. Good thing I don't need to talk for a living, oh wait I do. Let's hope for better weather next year, and I am sure my Syracuse connection will be down again. Big ups to them for toughing it out. Next year I am expecting 20 people and a big tailgate after, see you there.
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Fuzzy

It is only Tuesday evening and it is already getting fuzzy. I have office vision and office BUTT. Come on you know what I am talking about - when you sit and slouch then your back starts to hurt because your posture stinks. The other office butt is when you just work too friggin much and you eat like crap, with no time to work out, therefore your butt gets big. I hear the ladies talking about the OA, office A#*. I just wanted to clean it up a bit.

WED: Ok that was the other day before I remembered that I had to log onto my computer and bust out somel inks on this here blog. Next thing you know I will be posting awards and doing memes. Heck maybe even put my twitter account up here once I figure out how that thingy/system/website/twitterbuggy thing works.

So - it is Thur night- drive home from work. This is just how my week has been. Start a post on Tues and I can't finish it till Thur. You can blame pop pop for that he has been making me tea each am for the car ride in, and even I cant blog, drive, play with the radio, and drink tea something had to give. I have the beans swingset being delivered on Sat morning, communion party Sat afternoon, and the broad street 10 mile run on Sunday. Oh wait 14 yards of mulch being delivered on Friday as well, and the lawn needs to be mowed - I assume you are all coming to help, bring some VINO cause I am all out.

Happy Friday have a good weekend, stay busy!
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