Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Vicoden is not all what's it's cracked up to be. (Part I) 

Fact/Musing Please excuse this entry before you go any further as it is hard enough to type with one hand, let alone the energy to really go back and correct mistakes. So today is my 1st day back since my surgery, and while for all intents and purposes things appear fine, it's amazing on how much damage incapable employee's can do in ones abscense. Yeah, I was gione for 3.5 days, and I've spent most of the day today piecing together and mending mistakes that other peers have caused. This is why people shoudl be cross-trained, and if they aren't should know better not to attempts anything themselves. Oy, I have a headache....and it's just not the drugs wearing off. So the surgery and the aftermath: I was getting pretty nervous the day of and followed all the pre-op directions to a T. Finally as they called my name, I was to undress in the back, put on a surgical gown, mark the shoulder I was going to have work on...yes, I had to mark it so they wouldn't screw up....and wait for the nurse to prep me. The prepping consisted of a dry shave of the area and the adminsitering of an IV into my right arm. Whiel it didn't hurt at first, I had to wait almost an hour before I was wheeled into the operating room. With nothing to do but stare at blank walls for an hour, your mind starts to think about all the things that can go wrong. It didn't help that the IV drip felt like it was swelling my right arm up. After a half hour, my arm was very sore....not only from where the needle was stuck in, but also from the pint of saline they felt I needed before hand. Finally, after being an additional 1/2 hour late on when my surgery was to start, they wheeled me in. This was it. My last ditch effort to jump from the gurney and run around naked avoiding this quack, but I succumbed anyway. The 'OR' reminded me of the opening scene from the Bionic Man...machines all about...sterile....beeps and whistles...and those funky huge dome lights hovering overhead. I was given a surgical cap and my arm were placed outward from my body, very similar to what you see in lethal injections....Uh....wait a minute, what exactly are they doing? Next my blood pressure was checked. The funny thing was I could hear the nurses say they couldn't get the cuff around my right bicep and they were looking for a larger one. Then some dude that sounded like (and even looked like) Fidel Castro was to administer my anesthetic. Not sure when they introduced it to my system, but everything seemed to slow down and then..... "Nate. Wake up"..... I could hear the nurses but my eyes weren't opening. My stomach felt as if it were punched, and I could feel tears running down the side of my face. I was coming out of it...slowly.. "You're all done. Everything is fine. Once you regain awareness we'll get you dressed and you can get outta here." My shoulder was sore, my vision very blurry...I tried to speak....but nothing?!? Why did my stomach ache so much? I tried to form words, but no speech...so I would point to my stomach and gesture a hitting motion. The nurses finally understood....I was told it was a side effect of being under. The anesethetic sometimes gave people cramps. Boy did I have them. Seemed like Guido and the boys took out their collection methods on my gut. Finally with vision returning, April was there and aided in the nurses in dressing me. They wheeled me outside where April had pulled her car aroudn and drove me home. It was a quiet drive...my head still a bit groggy, only aware of a building pain in my left shoulder. When I arrived home the first thing I wanted was my Vicoden. Oh Vicoden, how I sing your praises....until you turned on me later. You seduced me with your pain relieving promises, but fucked me up when I wasn't looking. And was I now ravenous. I hadn't had a bite to eat in 24 hours, let alone maybe a sip of water. April was so good to me.....she went back out and got me 2 Western Bacon Cheeseburgers...something I normally wouldn't eat anymore...but damn were they good!. To be continued.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

See ya all next week 

Well, I'm signing off now I guess until next Tuesday maybe. I'm sure I'll be cranky soon. No food or drink after midnight, and only occasional sips of water until surgery time. I suppose they don't want me losing control of my bladder while I'm knocked out....which I suppose is a good thing. But I am already hungry, and as the day progresses and blood sugar drops, I'm already anticipating a headache. So I should be a load of fun in a few hours. Anyway, until next week: Be safe, Be kind, Be loving. Later, -Nate

The Study of Men 

Musings. Came across this in casual reading and found it both interesting and debatable? My comments in red.

Thanks Kat.... 

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0% Dixie
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Making Cents 

Musing. If I give you a penny for your thoughts. And you give me your $.02..... Then who the hell is making the profit?

Rob and Amber to marry on TV 


Monday, April 18, 2005

Let's see....A day in review... 


Spring Break with Bella (Part II) 

True Story Warning: Explicit Material "Nate, now lay down on the floor. Your turn." Bella got up from her bed and pushed me down to where I was flat on the floor staring up at her cieling. She got down and crouched over on my side... Her eyes locked once again with mine and her lips began a slight upturn in a cagey smile. We held each others stare for a few minutes....god, she looked good....her button nose, her sandy blond hair, her inviting lips. I was very calm and tried to relax my body as best I could, yet my mind was traveling 100 different directions, anticipating what may come next. The short pile shag under my body held my frame as her hands began to rub my thighs. I studied patterns in her popcorn cieling, trying to delay any premature excitations. As I continued to stare upwards, I felt her hands work the button on my jeans until it was released, then the slow lowering of my zipper. With my penis straining hard against my inner shorts, one of Bella's free hands traced it's outline through the cotton, and a shiver of electricty pounded from my loins. My breathing slowed and my eye lids fluttered in ecstasy, my hands spread out, each finger stretching out and massaging the carpet. Her hand tugged at my skivies and released my member into the still air. My heart was beating so profusely that my member was also throbbing in synch with my heart. Her thumb and forfinger was placed just below the head, and small stroking movements began to take place, sending my eyes to roll up into my head, and a pleasurable moan from Bella. With my eyes shut and my head rolling from one side to another, Bella's warm and wet mouth engulfed me. The feel of her lips tightly wrapped around my manhood complimented with the wriggling of her tongue on the underside of my shaft was heaven on earth. Sounds of slurping with the up and down bobbing motion of her head was incredible and I reached to stoke her hair and to help guide her as far down as her mouth would allow. In between breaths, Bella would mutter nasty talk to me, short in length, but just enough to get me riled up further, of course this being her intent. After going down on me for a few minutes, she stopped to rest her jaw, and use her hand to stroke me further then lick the boys. She asked if I ready to finish, and of course I was. I was running out of useless trivia, song lyrics, and sports scores through my head to prolong my explosion to much longer. "Do you have a towel?", I asked, testing the waters on how she wanted me to finish. If I were lucky, she would swallow, but then she suprised me yet again. "No, I want you to give me a pearl necklace." Before I met Bella, I really never knew what that term meant...Pearl Necklace. I am happy to say I have given quite a bit of this jewelry over the years and once she explained to me what it was, I was hooked. Not all my lady friends like said jewelry though, but Bella was quite fond of it. Just as I was sure to peak, Bella jumped back and assumed the position on her knees with her back pressed up against the edge of the bed. I quickly stood as fast as I could, and assuming a somewhat odd position that resembled straddling a horse, I held myself with one hand and aimed straight for her neck. Finishing myself off of what Bella's lips had started, I shot a very excited warm stream of built up fluid onto her neck and upper chest. My right hand worked excitedly as I tried to squeeze out every last drop, and I watched in awe as it slowly collected and began to drizzle down between her cleavage. It wasn't as clean as I had hoped, for droplets had scattered all about her chest and caught the reflection of her bedroom light in all the right spaces. I sat back down on the ground and watched her play with a bit of it as she swirled it about with her index finger staring down at herself and smiling. She played with it for quite some time, and then licked the end of her finger. That was incredibly hot to me as my blood pressure began to retunr to normal and my eyes began to really come back into focus. Bella grabbed her towel and began to wipe herself off. The towel ended up in a pile on the floor and I excused myself to straigten up and refresh our drinks. As I left Bella behind in her room once I was in the kitchen, I reached for the refrigerator door and grabbed the pitcher. As I began to pour, I heard the automatic motor of the garage door. Her parents were home! Thank goodness we really didn't do anything more, or else I probably wouldn't be here today writing about this. (Many more Bella stories to come)

Chewbaca Defense 

I want to thank Nine for bringing me back down history lane. Odd thing is, I was actually thinking about this very thing a few days ago, but she was able to find a link showing the whole transcript: The term Chewbacca Defense was first used in the South Park episode "Chef Aid," which premiered on October 7, 1998 as the fourteenth episode of the second season. In the episode, Johnnie Cochran represents a "major record company" in a lawsuit against Chef for harassment, after Chef accuses them of copyright violation; he asserts that the (fictional) song "Stinky Britches" by Alanis Morissette (and published by their company) was in fact originally written by Chef twenty years earlier, a claim that is substantiated by a twenty-year-old recording of Chef performing the song. In court, Cochran resorts to his "famous" Chewbacca Defense, which he "used during the Simpson trial", according to another South Park character. Ladies and gentlemen of the supposed jury, Chef's attorney would certainly want you to believe that his client wrote "Stinky Britches" ten years ago. And they make a good case. Hell, I almost felt pity myself! But ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, I have one final thing I want you to consider: Ladies and gentlemen this [pointing to a picture of Chewbacca] is Chewbacca. Chewbacca is a Wookiee from the planet Kashyyyk, but Chewbacca lives on the planet Endor. Now, think about that. That does not make sense! Why would a Wookiee—an eight foot tall Wookiee—want to live on Endor with a bunch of two foot tall Ewoks? That does not make sense! But more important, you have to ask yourself, what does this have to do with this case? Nothing. Ladies and gentlemen, it has nothing to do with this case! It does not make sense! Look at me, I'm a lawyer defending a major record company, and I'm talkin' about Chewbacca. Does that make sense? Ladies and gentlemen, I am not making any sense. None of this makes sense! And so you have to remember, when you're in that jury room deliberating and conjugating the Emancipation Proclamation... does it make sense? No! Ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, it does not make sense. If it doesn't make sense, you must acquit! If it doesn't make sense, you must acquit! The defense rests. Look at the monkey. Adding to the humor, Chewbacca did not in fact live on Endor in the Star Wars series. Furthermore, since Cochran was representing the record company suing Chef, asking the jury to "acquit" would be asking them to find against his client. Cochran's use of this defense is so successful that the jury finds Chef guilty of "harassing a major record label" and sets his punishment as either a two million dollar fine to be paid within twenty-four hours or, failing that, four years in prison. Ultimately a "Chef Aid" benefit concert is organized to raise money for Chef to hire Johnnie Cochran for his own lawsuit against the record company. The concert (a parody of Live Aid) features his old showbiz friends - Elton John, Ozzy Osbourne (who kills Kenny by biting his head off), and others (the real-life artists recorded songs for the episode and accompanying album). At the concert Johnnie Cochran experiences a change of heart, offering to represent Chef for free. He again successfully uses the Chewbacca defense, this time to defeat the record company and make them acknowledge Chef's authorship of their song. Ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, you must now decide whether to reverse the decision for my client Chef. I know he seems guilty, but ladies and gentlemen... [pulling down a diagram of Chewbacca] This is Chewbacca. Now think about that for one moment—that does not make sense. Why am I talking about Chewbacca when a man's life is on the line? Why? I'll tell you why: I don't know. It does not make sense. If Chewbacca does not make sense, you must acquit! [pulling a monkey out of his pocket] Here, look at the monkey. Look at the silly monkey! [one juror's head explodes]

Friday, April 15, 2005

Rotator cuff and the downfall of Hello.com 

rotator cuff Originally uploaded by ndayspring.

The last few days, I have had a bitch of a time uploading any pictures via Hello.com/Picasa. I decided after many frustrating attempts to view support forums to discover that many users (really most of them) are experincing the same issue. That makes me feel better that I know I didn't screw my computer or settings. But it is very sad that Hello/Picasa has failed to address the issue that is hounding their users for over a week. Yeah, no response or acknowledgement of the issue at all. Bad customer service if you ask me.

Okay, onto other stuff:

Shoulder surgery is scheduled for next week. Getting a bit nervous for I've never undergone a serious surgery, nor have I been put under for anytime at all. Maybe a twilight sleep when I had wisdom teeth pulled years ago, but never out out.

So here is the course of events as I understand them to transpire:

  1. Check in about an hour early, making sure I have had nothing to eat for at least 12 hours, and no alcohol at least 24 hours before.
  2. Wear very loose shirt.
  3. Nurse's will shave the area to help avoid infection and armpit hair in the way.
  4. A small IV will be administered to my hand which will knock me out in 15-30 seconds.
  5. Doctor will make an incision on front surface of my shoulder. Size of incision is unknown because of my musculature.
  6. Doctor will then cut off tip of Acromion to widen area to work in and relieve pressure on Bursa sac and surrounding joints.
  7. Underside of Clavical will be smoothed down via file, and possible removal of some of that bone as well.
  8. Anchors will be injected into top of Humerus via a nail gun device that drives these metal suckers into the bone.
  9. Tendon will be stretched and re-attached onto anchors and then sutured up.
  10. Closure of incision and wake up/recovery..
  11. Stock up on Jack Daniels.

After some period of time in which they feel I am safe to go, April will take me home and I will begin a regiment of pain killers in which I have been told can make me nauseated. I will be out of work for a few days whcih may sound fun, but between the first few days of pain, and 4 weeks of left arm immobilization, I'm gonna be in a foul mood.

So you won't hear from me too much next week. Wed. is day of surgery.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

A wandering mind provokes illicit thoughts 

Musings. The urge is getting stronger. And I'm not 100% convinced I can place my finger on it, but I have some recurring thoughts that keep leading me down the road of re-exploration of old habits. I think I'm coming to the conclusion, that no matter how hard I want to try to invest my time and future with April, I'm bored. I'm bored with our 'relationship'. While things have been slightly better as of late, and maybe I'm asking for too much, it just isn't enough..... For my appetite. My appetite for eros, my longing for those butterflies in my stomach anticipating that 1st kiss all over again. The desire to chase and to be chased. The social dance of leaving voice mail and/or e-mail messages at stolen intervals of time. My craving to be wanted and jumped and surprised like I was once before. Maybe it's a phase. Maybe it's the Spring air. Maybe because I miss the 'romance', and I'm tired of feeling like I'm the only one making an effort anymore. April says she feels closer to me than ever before, and no, that does not scare me in the least. I am not running from commitment, or afraid to hear those three words from her I know she is thinking. I don't need those words to make me feel fulfilled right now. I need a demonstration of action. No, I don't need a nice dinner, or a new golf club, a hug, or a three day get-a-way. I need to be 'WOW'-ed. I need to come home and find her in my house naked, craving me. I need her to jump me at the spur of the moment. I need her to put on that sexy underwear, or none at all like she did in the early days. I need that nasty phone call at work. I need for her to paint a picture in my head that she wants me to fill her, and that she will treat me to something erotic in return. I need her sexuality to return and to express it openly towards me. April is a very special woman, and I know I have a better life for knowing her. I never fear that she hides something from me. She implicity trusts me and seeks my advice. She is, as I realize writing this, my best female friend. But I'm tired of it always being me to start things. So my mind and eyes wander..... Back to the old Nate... The Nathan that cruised the Internet dating sites. The adult ones, looking for a casual encounter to fulfill my current needs, NSA. To feed my desires and match me, position for position. Someone daring. Someone who wants to make a naughty movie or take some nasty pics with me. Someone who is comfortable in their sexuality and has the same desires that I currently do. Someone who will yelp at her own orgasm and not care what the neighbors think. I'm bored. And guilty. Guilty for feeling this way? No. Guilty for catching myself cruising my old adult swing sites. I don't want to pay for membership, but I long for some new conversations. New pictures. New fantasies. For mine are.....un fulfilled. Yes, I've had this talk with April before, and was told she would try. I don't see that happening. I am not mad, but.....sad....and frustrated We care for each other, but I'm back to square one....bored. I don't want to be a nag, and re-hash old conversations and complaints. Don't want to hurt her feelings. I'm going through the motions. I guess that's why I wonder about Kelly. Why I have the dreams I've been having lately. Why I'm writing Part II of Bella and Nate's spring break story. Tempted to buy new porn videos, but haven't. Lurking myself on local ad sites reading personal ads but have yet to respond to any. I need April to fuck me silly like she used to, but I need it to be her initative. I don't want to cruise those sites, however, my cursor continously hovers above the link, wishing to be depressed. Fighting it...the urge. Serenity now.

Shoulder and Kelly 

Musings. The nerves are starting to increase. I had a brief chat with the scheduler at the doctors office this morning. They are just awaiting to review the charts one more time and check out my PPO and they will be calling me back to schedule my surgery. The person I spoke with says they generally do these on a Wednesday, so that most patients take Thursday and Friday off due to the pain medication, but most people can return to work the following Monday. "But...", he said, "Make no mistake....This is one of the more painful procedures one can have. However, in the long run you'll be much happier." Sorta like breaking up, no? Very painful at first, but eventually gets better and happier. Anyway, it appears that I may be under the knife within the next few weeks. Received a lecture from my mom today as well: "See, if you'd stop lifting those weights. You're not getting any younger and you're body isn't meant for that." (Rinse. Repeat.) She means well. I am her only son afterall, but damn, if these conversation don't get tedious and repetitive. The fact is, no one is 100% sure if it was lifting weights that caused this. Most likely, but could have been something else. I guess the good news is I'll be able to hang at home at watch movies I've been wanting to, work on my tan in the backyard, and sip Jack Daniels all day. ~~~~~~~~~ Kelly is a gal that works in my office. She's about my age, perhaps a few years younger, but am unsure. Very nice, but definetly a party girl. At least she drops hints about her double life as well. Here, she is very professional, but she often talks about clubs she attends with her friends. I'm pretty sure she is single, no ring, never any mention of a boyfriend, and I constantly hear her talking to her girlfriends about dates...unsure if they are her dates or her friends. She got a fine body, and a very slinky walk to her, and it is accentuated at times by the shoes she wears. She doesn't dress slutty or trashy, but hip, urban, business professional. In style. I think she may have spent a bit too much time in the sun though, her face has some deeper lines and a more weathered look than most her age...tell tale signs of over sun exposure. We chat on occassion, I think the ice was first broken between us she over heard me spinning some dance trax in my office. We have the same taste in club music, and we often share CD's of Trance, Dance, House, etc...primarily European. She knows I'm dating April, as she aske a few times about pictures I've had laying about the desk. Fishing perhaps? I know I fish for info too. So today I am in the cafeteria eating a bowl of oatmeal and B.S.'ing with one of the janitors here, when Kelly walks in to get a cup of coffee. Today she has her blond hair up. Her colorful, and skin tight blouse fits nicely. Her black solid pants also a bit tight. She has her back to us as she reached for the coffee decanter to pour herself some morning java. Both janitor and I continue our conversation on the sly as our heads rotate to stare at her fine bottom. While I understand that a thong is supposed to hide panty lines, it doesn't always work, especially when wearing a thicker T-back thong. Today was such an event. With Kelly's back to us and leaning slightly over the counter to pour her coffee, we got a very definitive trace out of her T-Back. Yum. If I wasn't in a 'realtionship' with April, I would definetly hit on Kelly. I'm not sure what her thoughts are on me, other than being friendly and sharing small talk. I may not be her type at all. Dunno. But I know we'd have a good time going to clubs together and hanging out...even as friends. Just in overhearing her other conversations, we share many of the same social interests. So of course, yet another fantasy I have to tuck into the far reaches of my mind where I think about banging her all over the place....My house...Her place...some hidden copy room at work. Actually, just foreplay would suffice for me with her.

Another person that needs to be wiped out. 

True Story. OKEECHOBEE, Florida (AP) -- A woman was arrested for allegedly forcing her 12-year-old daughter into prostitution and trading a 14-year-old daughter for a car. The 39-year-old woman was charged with aggravated child abuse and sexual performance by a child. Both girls have been turned over to the Department of Children & Families. The youngest girl and her mother were living out of their car, and would sell sex for food and an occasional shower at the men's homes, according to a report by Okeechobee County Sheriff's Detective K.J. Ammons. The youngest daughter is three months pregnant, the report said; she was 11 when her mother first forced her to have sex with a man. The older daughter refused to be a prostitute and was allegedly sold for a car. "She was sold to a man for a Mercury Cougar," Ammons said. "But he never gave the mother the vehicle." He was arrested in the case. The youngest girl told detectives her mother took them out of school. "She said she was a good student and made A's and B's, and all she wants to do is go back to school," he said.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Dreams, and plenty of them. 

Musings. I'm not sure really what got into me last night, but my subconcious was on overdrive and cruise control. Funny thing is I didn't even have a drink, nor did I over eat, nor did I watch anything odd on T.V. I've been a little more tired than usual lately, but I've also been working around the house a bit more this past weekend But last night was filled with numerous dreams. Quite a few vivid ones, and I actually recall 3 of them that I'm gonna share with you. Dream 1: Actually somewhat erotic in nature. I can't recall all the events of the dream, just the most vivid parts. I was with a female co-worker of mine, one that I see in the halls here and there. She is very tall, at least 6'2", auburn hair, somewhat on the pale side, and fairly pretty. Actually, she could be a knock out if she had a little more healthy color to her, and one other disturbing fact: She has an eating disorder. Everybody knows it, and not too long ago she actually took time off from work for a few weeks and rumor has it she went to a clinic after self-acknowledgement of her 'issue'. She's too skinny, like Callista Flockhart. Skin and bones, and she covers it up by wearing sweats most of the time. She is very, very nice, and a genuine person. She used to have a slightly healthier weight, and on occasion, I would actually run into her at bars in the neighboorhood when she was dating. She attracts men, and she is attracted to those a little more affluent than the avergae Joe, but in no way a money whore. I've looked at her from time to time and actually see a stunning woman underneath that any guy would be lucky to date.....if only she gained like 25-30 pounds on her frame. I think she is scaring men away from her slightly unhealthy look. Anyway, I digress. My dream is that we were in the midst of a very sensual and erotic session of foreplay. Before me, she stood naked and very close. My mind added a few extra pounds to her and she looked fabulous. I generally am not atrracted to red haired women, but her darker auburn hair againt her pale skin yearned to be touched. She was very receptive and encouraging my touches as well. My hands grazed over her naked stomach, felt the small of her back, brushed up against her pink erect nipples. I could feel her goosebumps of anticipation as my palms roamed her body and encircled her buttocks. Next, I was behind her. One armwrapped around her body high as my right hand cupped her left breast. My left hand had roamed downward, and felt her trim between my fingers....feeling the heat radiating from between her legs. Actual sex never took place, it was a very erotic session of heavy petting, and just as I believe I was about to enter her from behind with her blessing I woke up. It was a very nice image, and I doubt I'll look at her the same way twice now. I wonder how it would have progressed had I not awoke? Dream 2: Drugs. I stand before you all and can honestly say I have never touched drugs in my life, nary even a puff of MaryJane. However, this disturbing dream had me trying cocaine. I had stummbled onto a large envelope from a lady friend of mine, and inside were various smaller pieces of paper that were all folded up. Unfolding these would reveal different grades of white powdery/grainy substances. I pinched some with my forfinger and thumb and sniffed it into each nostril. A small tingly sensation was present, but I felt no different otherwise. I guess I wanted to see what it looked like in my nose so I opted to find a bathroom mirror. It was only when I stood in front of the mirror wondering what was supposed to happen, did it hit me. I began to feel....drunk? But as I looked in the mirror, my facial features began to change...reminiscient of a bad acid trip I have heard described. My head/face began to morph into one of those alien beings from Close Encounters of the Third Kind. My features began to soften to almost chubby baby like qualities. I began to go bald, my eyes having a haunting look, and my mouth contorting into an open black orifice. I thought prehaps I was becomming retarded and I was starting to become scared...Then I woke up again. Where the hell did that come from? Dream 3: Most disturbing yet was my last dream. I was in a small car, most likely a small Honda or something like that and I was headed to somewhere very important. I jumped on the freeway and was constantly looking at my watch. I did notice that traffic was unusually light. Very few cars actually. I came onto an overpass that would merge with another freeway heading south and even eased up on the pedal as one normally would. Even so, I was not speeding around the bend at all. If it were safe at 60mph, I must have been going 55mph. Anyway, as I rounded the overpass and merged onto the southern straight-away, I somehow, don't ask me how or why 'cause dreams make no sense, I tried to make a small steering adjustment. Before I knew it, I over-corrected and was going fast enough for the rear of the car to begin to fishtail out of control, and began to spin. At this point it seemed as if the car accelerated, and I knew...I was positive I was about to crash....and die. I realized there was nothing I could do...my last thoughts were really peaceful. I knew I had about 30 seconds left to live, and I had no one to say goodbye to. I was about to crash into a wall, and nothing I could do was going to change that, so I just took my hands off the steering wheel and tried to relax as the car spun closer and closer to the wall. I am going to die. Then I woke up. Okay.....what the hell is in my head today?

Bad Apprentice 

True Story Chastity, I was thinking of you when I came across this. Chastity : TAMPA, Florida (AP) -- Real estate millionaire Chris Shelton, a contestant on NBC's "The Apprentice," was arrested on a disorderly conduct charge. Shelton, 22, one of six remaining contestants competing for a job with Donald Trump, was taken into custody early Sunday at the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino. He was released after posting $250 bail. A tribal police officer said he heard a noisy Shelton in the hotel lobby and asked him twice to calm down before arresting him, said Seminole police spokesman Gary Bitner. "He was loud and he just wouldn't calm down," Bitner said. Shelton was peeved over a $20 cover charge for the hotel bar. Shelton "was at the lobby causing a scene," the police report said. "There were several patrons in the area who were visibly shaken by his actions. After several attempts to calm Shelton, he continued to yell and curse, refusing to calm down and stop causing a scene." Shelton and some friends were staying at the hotel and celebrating his continued success on "The Apprentice," Bitner said. "We don't really have any comment," NBC spokesman Jim Dowd said. "This is clearly a private matter with Chris." All but the final episode has been taped, and it isn't known if Shelton makes it that far. Nate's Take: I can't figure this Chris guy out. I watch the Apprentice and think he is about to go postal any minute. I can't imagine Trump hiring him anyway, as he has made several comments in the boardroom commenting on his volitile temper and 'chew' habits. I'm gonna take wild stab and say he isn't selected and will be fired within the next few epsiodes anyway. The fact he was at a Tribal casino and bitched about a $20 cover charge is enough for me to believe he wasn't hired. But on teh flipside, I think a $20 cover charge is ridiculous, and I can't figure out how clubs get away with that. I really HATE that clubs don't charge a dime to women, and charge men and incredible fee on top of outrageous drink prices, and over-crowded venues. I don't care how you wanna spin it, men are held over the fire when it comes to clubs and women get away with murder. That's probably why I don't frequent clubs anymore unless the music is really good or its a special occassion like a friends birthday.

Calling all Lurkers 

Good day all. Just wanted first to say thanks for all those that left comments or sent me e-mails regarding my shoulder. I spoke to my parents last night, and with further words of encouragement of co-workers, friends, and fellow blogger's, it appears I will be calling today to make an appointment. In all honesty, I'm a bit scared. I've never had any reason to have a minor/major surgery. I'm generally a very healthy person. The worst I have ever done is throw out my back, and broke my wrist a few times, but have escaped any major reason to go under the knife. I know that the end result will be a blessing, and I'll look back in a few months and ask why I didn't do this sooner. I am bothered by the recovery time however. When you lift weights as a hobby, even a few days of being away from the gym begins to gnaw at your brain. I seriously don't think I'll be away for 3-4 months as the doctor suggests, but the idea of my upper body shrinking in atrophy is a very egotistical concern. Not many things I am good at physically since I am horrid at sports, but being known as the 'big guy' from my friends, April, and co-workers has this boosting effect on me. Anyway, I really wanted to say thank you to Shellie, a self-proclaimed lurker. She had a very encouraging story to share with me regarding her husband who had the same surgery recently. My point is, the word 'lurker' has a negative connotation to it, and by all means I want you all to speak up and say "Hi". I don't bite....unless you want me too :), and even then I prefer licking. But any lurkers who have a great Blog, share them with me, and I'll be happy to post your link on my site. Don't be a stranger.

Monday, April 11, 2005

To go under the knife? 

Met with the doctor again this morning to go over options. Did a few strength tests, and still considerably weak on certain lateral motions with left arm extended. Doc revealed something new today as well. I already knew I had a small tear in the rotator cuff, but I was suprised to learn today that part of my biceps brachia (?) is frayed (minor) as well, near the top of the muscle head , i.e. close to my shoulder where the tendons are attached. Here are my options as they were relayed to me:
  1. I can have another cortisone shot today, to be followed up by one more in a few weeks and see how I feel. Chances are it will help, but will never be 100% healed. For some reason, they can only give three cortisone shots in a certain time period, then I'd have to wait a few months before I can get more. If I choose to continue lifting weights, or lead a 'normal' life I can count on years of shots at $15 each for who knows how long? Years? Decades?
  2. Outpatient surgery. I go in and they shave off two sections of bone within my shoulder. They then 'anchor' the tendon using pins or staples or something back in place. The upside: Pretty common surgery, and 'should' regain my strength back. The downside: First 4 weeks, I have very limited movement at all. Basically they wrap your upper arm to top of body. Starting week 4, therapy to regain range of motion. Total down time 3-4 months.....in which of course I'll most definetly lose my size. It will take me time to get back into shape thereafter....oh Vanity, why do you smite me so? Also, it comes smack in the middle of a huge work project in which I am the lead, and would have to travel. Will my new job work around my schedule? Will they fly me out to strange cities with one useable arm? Need to speak with CurryMan as much as I loathe to, to weigh my career options.

They want me to schedule this soon if I choose this route. Already spoke to April about it and she said go for it. Just the timing with work really sucks. If I elect to have the surgery I have to have it within the next 5 weeks. I have to make a decision within the next few days.

Friday, April 08, 2005

Lookin' for a cheap date? Try Wal-Mart 

True Story. From CNN/FN Money section. NEW YORK (CNN/Money) - Just when you thought you'd heard it all from the king of discount shopping, Wal-Mart is now pitching itself as the new dating hot spot -- with everyday low prices to boot. In fact, the Bentonville, Ark.-based retailer's been playing Cupid to hundreds of lonely single German shoppers for well over a year now. According to company spokeswoman Amy Wyatt, Wal-Mart's been running its "Singles Shopping" campaign in all of its 91 stores in Germany. Here's how its works. On Friday nights, singles looking for romance, mindless flirting or just a new friend head over to their neighborhood Wal-Mart where they're given a big bright bow to attach to their shopping cart or their shopping basket. Then it's up to the willing participants to approach one another and take it from there. However, if that sounds too intimidating, Wal-Mart has set up "flirting points" around the stores stacked with "romantic" merchandise such as chocolates, wine and cheese to somewhat ease that first awkward step. Said Wyatt, "The singles night runs for two hours in the evening, from 6 to 8 p.m. every week. Our managers there told us that its been hugely successful and has actually boosted store traffic and sales in a lot of markets in Germany. In some stores we're getting 300 to 400 people taking part every week." Wal-Mart (Research) feels so good about the idea that the retailer trademarked the "Singles Shopping" slogan in German and is also testing it in its stores in Puerto Rico, South Korea and the United Kingdom. Someday, it could even pop up in a few of its U.S. stores. Wyatt said its German associates actually came up with the concept one day when they overhead a female customer talking about how difficult if was for her to meet interesting single men on a Friday night. "This was a middle-aged woman who felt she was maybe too old to go to nightclubs,"Wyatt said. "That's pretty much been the theme here where most of the singles are middle-aged to older customers." "Singles Shopping" isn't the only match-making idea Wal-Mart's trying out. Wyatt said some of the German stores also feature singles bulletin boards with pictures of single men and women who frequently shop at Wal-Mart. "If you're interested, up can post a picture of yourself with a few details," Wyatt said. "The store gives you your own box kept at the store. If someone is interested, they'll fill out a card with their information and drop it in the box." How successful has the campaign been? Wyatt said,"We've heard that one couple that met on singles night is now married. Another cute story is of a 74-year old woman who posted her picture. A 74-year old man saw it but was nervous to drop his card in her box. So the Wal-Mart associates first got him spruced up at the hairdressers at the Wal-Mart store, took a picture, and posted it on the board. I think the two of them are now seeing each other." Nate's Take:
  1. Avoid those in the diet section or hanging out near the pharmacy, you're asking for trouble.
  2. Peruse the condom/birth control aisle's and see who hanging there? They may be thinking the same thing and good to go.
  3. Check out those near the athletic wear or outdoors aisles. You know they may be health aware!
  4. Avoid those in clearance sections. They are cheaper than cheap if they are at Wal Mart to begin with.

Blogger Issues. Damn 'em 

Musings Damn, and I had such a great post yesterday that I'll never be able to re-create. Yeah, after spending 30 minutes of pouring out my feeling on something, Blogger.com decides to crash and I lost the whole post. And better yet, this morning it appears they are having issues with the comments section, as it is not appearing on my site right now. I'm sure it'll re-appear soon, but alas, they have issues. Queue melodramatic pipe organ music. ::Nate falls down on his knees, hands up in the air ringing towards the sky, a single tear falls down his cheek, lips quivering, eyes red and swelling:: "Oh, The Humanity!!!!" On another front, follow up shoulder appt Monday morning with the doc. Expecting the worse though I've had some good gym time this week.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

My Office---aka The Veal Pens 

My office Posted by Hello Can you guess which co-worker of mine is CurryMan? *Hint: His look of authoritative angst is ignored by all.

Friday, April 01, 2005

Dedicated to SN - Principles of Lust 

MP3 File This is my long awaited entry I am dedicating to fellow blogger SN (no link sweetie..lol) as part of my Sexy Song compilation. I mentioned this in an entry way back when and SN said she never heard of it and I promised her, albeit much time later, that I'd let her hear it. Song: Principles of Lust Artist: Enigma Album: MCMXC A.D. (1990) Unfortunately, due to Audio-Blog's 10 MB upload limit and the size of this file, I had to rip it at 96Kbps which may have allowed the quality to suffer a bit. I find this a highly erotic song. It's great for foreplay and intimacy due to the 11+ minute playing time and the celtic/gothic chanting. I have used this song in my repitoire on more than one occasion with the ladies always with great results. I'll have to share my house sitting story one time with you all, and this song helped make that night happen!

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