We had a nice weekend with my parents in Blowing Rock this weekend. They left on Sunday morning and we hung around for a bit longer to do some shopping and hang out with my bro-in-law Matt and his girlfriend Lauren.
Sometime on the drive back - around 3 in the afternoon - I started getting crazy tired. Like all I wanted to do was fall asleep. I managed to trudge through the rest of the day but ended up going to bed around 9 on Sunday night, which is pretty early for me. I figured I was just paying the price for a week of staying up late to watch the Olympics and that a good, nice, long rest would do me right.
I was wrong. I woke up this morning with a full-on migraine. I haven’t had a migraine in years, and I’m thankful for it. This was the crazy blurred-vision-because-my-hair-hurts-variety, and it was not good times.
This was like at 6 AM. I took some Advil, called in sick to work, and went back to sleep. I didn’t wake up until around 10, making for a nice 13 hour slumber.
Wow, this is getting more boring as I’m writing it. Hopefully that means I’m getting tired and it will be sleep time soon.
The upshot is that I think I’m fighting off some kind of illness. My migraine finally went away today and was replaced by nasty congestion that filled my lungs and head. So then I loaded up on some Mucinex D to help clear everything up, which it did.
The only problem is that now I’m paying the price for sleeping 13 hours the night before and taking a monster dose of pseuphedrine, which can make it hard for me to sleep at times…. you know, like now.
So while AG went to be 3 hours ago, I stayed in bed for a bit and tried to go to sleep, but no dice. Then I got up and read about 100 pages from The Looming Tower, a fascinating read about the history of Islamic extremism and the lead-up to 9/11. That ate up about an hour.
Ever since I’ve been just sitting here surfing the web and not being tired. Bad times. Now I’m punishing you, the poor blizzog reader, with this mindless account of my day.
The good news is that the next time I need to read something that will put me to sleep, I’ll have this post to come back to.
I covered this a long time ago, but the mountain climber guy on the “Price is Right” used to scare me when I was a little kid, and it still kinda creeps me out today. It was always a combination of how weird the dude looked and the other-worldly yodeling that accompanied his ascent up the mountain.
I would have nightmares where I’d start hearing the yodeling and then the guy would be next to me in my room. It creeps me out even writing about it now.
But over the years I’ve managed to reduce my fear by mainly getting a job that forces me to work during “The Price is Right” - and you thought I worked for the money - and steeling myself against the bone-chilling grip of the mountain guy’s siren song on those rare occasions where I happen to catch the show and they play the game.
Though these tactics have worked for years, now they are apparently not enough. The creepy mountain climber guy has raised the stakes. Today I log into my Facebook account - yeah, I’m on there. so what? friend me, bitches - and what do I find my boy Jamie Babb has posted to his wall?
This…
That’s messed up, right? Now I have to work to stay away from “The Price is Right” during the day and to pay for years of therapy to get over this. Thanks, Babb.
A French university has released a study concluding what I have long suspected: you should never, ever, under any circumstances mess with me because - as a left-hander - I will kick your ass.
The study says that we southpaws have the advantage in brawlin’. It also says we have the advantage in fencing, tennis, and baseball; three sports which I of course never took up. Way to think it through, Jamie.
No, instead I had to play basketball. Spoiler: I always dribble to my left because I have no handle. Spoiler #2: If going to the left doesn’t work, I go to the left some more. It’s true. Ask Jigga.
So back to this ass-kickin’ thing: If you look past the fact that this report on fighting was conducted by a French university and that I’m more likely to defend myself in a fight by hoping my opponent won’t want to hit a guy in the back as he’s running away and crying like a little girl, then I think it’s safe to conclude that I’m a friggin’ bad-ass and you should step the hell off.
Now if you’ll excuse me I’m off to Dick’s Sporting Goods to buy a racket, a catcher’s mitt, a foil, a croissard, a plastron, and a mask.
Happy New Year, everyone! I hope that you all had a healthy and happy holiday season.
I had a happy holiday. Healthy is another matter. I’m so bloated from two weeks of just plain eating and drinking poorly (photo above) I don’t think I need to worry about any Clay Aiken mistaken identity fiascoes for a good while. Mickey Rourke, maybe. But Clay Aiken, not so much. If I keep it up, I’m going to end up on this page.
Speaking of bloated and mistaken identities, some 10-year old girl thinks I’m Jamie Lynn Spears. Peep the last comment on my 2003 blizzog recap post.
Man, that blizzog 2k3 post was pretty good. I remember when the blizzog used to be good. 2003 was like the Golden Age of Blizzoging I think, like Season 1 of “The OC” good. This is normally the part where I’d write that I know I haven’t posted in a long time and I’m going to do a better job in the new year and blah blah blah, but that would be like the addict saying that he’s really going to stop drinking this time, or Eugene Levy promising he won’t be in yet another shitty American Pie sequel. You and I both know that we can only believe it when we see it.
That said, I do appreciate those of you who have told me - or told me through someone else - over the past few months how much you miss the blizzog. I miss it too. Hopefully I can make more time this year to at least bring back some of that special magic. Not “The OC” Season 1 magic, but maybe at least that Season 4 It-Got-Really-Good-Again- But-Nobody-Was-Watching-And-It-Was-Too-Late magic. We’ll see…
Okay, first let’s get the picture out of the way, and then to the explaining. Joel B sent this gem to me the other night…
And here’s the back of the picture…
This is my school picture from what I’m guessing is my sophomore year. The “Jenni” in question was my soon-to-be girlfriend, now better known as Jennifer and Joel B’s better half, which explains how he was able to obtain this rather embarrassing artifact of early JG game. Anything I could really say at this point couldn’t be better what Joel B and Jeff D had to say upon Joel e-mailing this to us the other night.
First, Joel B’s description…
I stumbled upon a rare treasure: please check the attached pic of the pimpiest pimp of them all. Where does one begin? G-Ball Curl, gold chain, hip-hop cardigan, I’m-gonna-smack-you-biatch smirk, neon laser background - who knows?
And if that doesn’t cut it, what about the text book school picture blurb? How awesome you are, how funny you are, don’t ever change - classic.
I hope everyone studies these files carefully and respects the literary genius that is in our midst. A Pulitzer, I know it . . .
And Jeff D’s response…
My favorite part is “always stay the same”. Why did we (do people still?) think that is a good thing to write??? Because everybody always wrote that. Or “don’t change”. Yes, act exactly like a high-school senior for the rest of your life. Good advice. And by the way keep the same hair cut and same sweater because it will always be cool. Don’t let people try to tell you that you’re getting to old for that or it’s not in style anymore. You stay the same!
To my credit, I think we’re all overlooking my clever use of underlining in “I hope to get to know you much better.” I mean, how could a lady not see that line and think that I have anything other than romantic intentions for her? That’s game, people! Game!
Okay, I’ll leave you to do your worst now, gentle blizzog reader. If you need me, I’ll be in my attic looking for that sweater and gold chain so I can wear them to work tomorrow. You know, always staying that same and what not. Enjoy.
