I wrote about getting in shape, and how I was going to some leg work to starting the process. Oy, did that ever not happen, but Rich gave me a reference for a friend of his in Cleveland who does some personal training work, so I have to follow up on that. Until them, I’m going to try and get all of my measurements in this weekend, and maybe set up an at-home program and a plan.
Project 365 is going well, but it’s only been three days, and it’s really hard to fall off the wagon when you’re three days into a goal (unless we’re talking about physical fitness, and then I can’t even get one day into it). I’m also discovering that I need to either buy or make a light tent. I made one light tent already – but my mother, who told me to put it where I did to protect it, ended up busting through it like a football team through a banner at the homecoming game. Buying a pre-made light tent, however, seems ridiculous because a lot of the prices are completely obscene.
I finally got the tuition thing squared away, so I won’t have to put a semester of graduate school on my credit card, and I might even be able to get my company to pay for some of the cost in the future.
The birthday went splendidly. I got all kinds of things that I wanted, spent time with my family, and The Boy is taking me to Steak on a Stone tomorrow for birthday dinner. At one point in my life, there was a somewhat ill-fated Melting Pot incident in which I swore I would never go to another restaurant where I had to cook my own food. But, I love me some steak, and it’s a lot harder to mess up cooking steak than poaching raw meat. At Steak on a Stone, the waiters bring out a rocket-hot stone, a slab of meat, and you cook your steak on that stone until it’s done to your liking. In the famous words of one of my favorite co-workers, "What could possibly go wrong?"
I hope there’s no birthday trip to the burn unit this year.