Now What?

So here we sit in the possibly post-bloggerated.com era, And it's kinda depressing. I want to throw out a dot com here and there. It's easier to send people my way. I can't do that. I can, but the free URL is ugly and clunky. I believe if I make a phone call, I might be able to sort this thing out but I'm not that desperate. I hate making phone calls. 

So does anyone have another idea? Do you think I should rename the blog? I think it would be easier to get a brand new name than trying to get the old name back. Not sure. Got any ideas? 

Thanksgiving Hangover

Now that Thanksgiving is over, I sit here in the kitchen drinking a cup a coffee, and I'm not going to lie, I feel like garbage. I took my own advice from yesterdays post and really went to town on two giant plates of Thanksgiving food. Pretty good, I think.  I ate fast and loose.

However, it was too much.  When we were done eating, Jesse and I washed the dishes. Leaning over the sink to wash the dishes hurt.  It hurt in our chests.  First it was Jesse's problem, but once I took over the dish washing, I also noticed the weird pain in my lower chest, as well.  Totally gross.

I did manage a piece of pie, which I can't hardly believe.

We went "Black Friday" shopping last night at like, 11:30.  Wasn't that crazy, deals weren't all that mind blowing (although they were good).  We got stuff for the kids and ourselves.  It was weird being in an Old Navy at midnight, because it didn't feel like midnight.  In fact, being out at the Nashville West Shopping thinger-ma-bob that late at night would have felt real weird had there not been the normal amount of shoppers and traffic for that area at, say, six p.m. on a regular day.  The only indication to me that it was super late was my uncontrollable yawns.

But what I'm trying to say here is that I feel hung over this morning.  I have a thanksgiving hangover.  I drank some water, drank some coffee and ate some pie.  I still feel like a small truck hit me last night.  I'm slowly feeling better, but I don't every remember feeling this way after thanksgiving before.

Well anyway, that's all, I guess.  Now that thanksgiving is over, it's not The Most Wonderful Time Of the Year.™ ™

Merry Christmas™ ™!!!

6 Tips to Maximize Your Thanksgiving Feast Experience

It's Thanksgiving day, and you know what that means. Trying to eat as much food as you possibly can. If

you're like me, on Thanksgiving day you get sad when you're too full to eat anymore amazing food.  So what is a person to do?  How can you maximize you're food intake on a day like today?

Pizza Delivery

I ordered a pizza yesterday for the thrill of ordering a pizza for delivery.  I know that might sound weird, but in our old apartment, not a lot of places wouldn't deliver to us because of the neighborhood we were near, and also due to the lack of nearby pizza places, I guess.  Anyway, I thought it would be neat to order a Domino's pizza and have it delivered to my front door, and I wanted a pizza real bad, so I ordered one.  Have you guys tried the new handmade pan pizza from Domino's?  It's really good.  (Pay me, Domino's.) Also at the old apartment, it was a bit of an ordeal to explain our gate to the delivery driver, so that was nice not having that to deal with.  I mean, I guess I didn't order the pizza JUST BECAUSE I wanted it delivered, I did it because I wanted a pizza, and I didn't want to go pick it up or make one.

I do have this weird guilt about having people do stuff for me.  I understand that people have jobs that serve other people, but there's this part of me that thinks I don't need someone to do something for me, I can do it myself, don't worry about it.  I made that poor pizza delivery girl drive across Green Hills to bring me one stupid pizza.  I could have done that myself.  I did tip her, so that's my thank you I suppose.  I don't know, I ordered a pizza and it was delicious.  And it was cool to have someone bring it to me.

Later in the day, I had to go to the CVS and get some Tylenol because we didn't have any and my wife had a fever.  While there, I impulse bought a twelve pack of Keystone Light, which was nice and cheap. I also got some Gatorade so I had two bags of stuff as I left.  I brought Miles with me on this trip to the store. When we were leaving the store, I set my bags down on the ground by my car to I could put Miles in his car seat. When I got home, the Tylenol was missing from my bag! I checked the car and it wasn't in there, so it must have fallen out of the bag in the CVS parking lot.  I quickly re-strapped Miles into his seat and headed back to the store to find my missing pills.  When I got there, the box with the bottle inside was on the ground, and it had been run over.  I opened the bottle and all the pills were crushed and it was useless.  I took the bottle back inside and grabbed a new thing of Tylenol off the shelf. When I got to the counter, I told the nice cashier what had happened. She was nice and let me replace the product. I was the one that screwed up and they let me replace the purchase and I was pretty happy about that.  Thanks, CVS!

Okay, that's all.  Have a fine day.  

Movember or No-Shave November or Novembeard

I just got both kids to nap, and I was about to log off the computer and go work out when I took a shameless webcam selfie (for a project I've been "working on" for a while now) and I couldn't believe how good my sweet, sweet mustache looks in this lighting so I decided to stop by and post the pic on the blog because I'm vain like that.

That was all one sentence and I apologize for that.

New House Review

Alright, here I sit 9:42 AM and my daughter is still sleeping in, like a teenager.  She's never done this before, and while I'm not concerned, I'm a little bit interested how long this will last.  I'm not complaining, I like having no kids to feed and pay attention to, but c'mon kid, what's up here?

Anyway, let me give you an update on our house, now that we've been living here for a couple weeks.

1. It's cold in here. It's a lot colder in here.  I imagine it'll be really hot in the summer as well.  It's an older house, so I suppose the insulation and the window seals and what have you are not as good as our old apartment, which was less than 10 years old at the time we lived there.  It gets way colder than we're used to in here at night, and when I have to get out of bed numerous times throughout the night, I can't wait to get back under the covers and get back to sleep in the warm bed.  The reality is that I end up just freezing all the time, and it's something I'll have to get used to, because I look at the calender, I see that it's early November, which means it's not getting any warmer anytime soon.  That's okay, I just have to bundle up.  
2. The dishwasher kind of sucks.  It's to the point that I hand-washed two glasses yesterday so I could have a glass of water that didn't have chunks of shit stuck to the side of the glass.  I pulled out a saucepan from the dishwasher yesterday that looked as murky as it probably was when it went in.  I don't want to have to hand-wash all our dishes because ain't no body got time for that.  It's just unfortunate. #firstworldproblems
3. The tub in the bathroom is old and deep which is nice.  I imagine at some point I could acutally take a bath in our house, and that seems relaxing. 
4. I'm afraid to do my workout, because I'm afraid I'll go though the floor.   Not entirely true, but I am afraid that I will knock over the TV or knock a mirror off the wall.  The floors are bouncy and old, while the old place had a concrete feeling under the carpet, which made me feel like I could do anything on that floor, weight wise.  I'm going to try it today, if I get the chance, but so far, I'm worried what will happen.  If I end up through the floor, I'll be really pissed. 
5. It feels like home already. It didn't take long for me to feel like I was at home here. It feels so framilliar already, and when I'm out of the house, I get excited to go home, because I like it here.  I really do.  

Okay, so that's all.  I really hope I didn't already write this post last week and I forgot, but I really don't remember what I wrote last time out here.  Have a nice rest of the week and I'll talk to you soon. 

We're Moving: We Moved

Right, so we're in the house, yeah.  We're a bit settled in here now, but this, right now, is honestly the longest I've sat down and done nothing here at this house since we moved in.  I've never worked as hard for such a stretch of time than I did last week.  It was such a whirlwind of work I don't even realize how much I did, but I know I didn't stop moving for five straight days.

The big question I had before the move was "we're not packing, I don't know how this is going to go."  Well, my answer is shitty.  No, don't do that.  The thinking was, we're not moving very far, we don't need to pack everything just to unpack it again a minute later.  What ended up happening is us just throwing random shit into bags and boxes and hauling it all over here over the course of four days.  It would have been much, much faster if we had packed and cleaned in the weeks leading up to the move, but honestly, we took the lazy, under pressure route, which was way harder than just packing up a bunch of organized boxes and moving them efficently.  It was a mistake, and it cause us to move things multiple times in stead of OHIO (only handle it once).  Don't do that when you move.  Take time to pack and clean slowly in the days and weeks leading up your move.

It's funny because I really thought I was keeping a clean apartment before.  No, I wasn't.  I was keeping the main areas clean, I suppose, but the nooks and crannies of our apartment were filthy.  Dog hair and dust just EVERYWHERE.  Lots of work was done, but when we finished, the maintenance man for the complex said our work made the place nearly move-in ready for the next tenant.  That felt good to hear.

I'm not sure what sucked worse, the lifting of heavy crap and the stress of where we are going to put it all, since we have less storage in the new place, or the cleaning of the old place.  It's pretty equal, but if there's one thing I learned from the experience is that Mr. Clean Magic Erasers are amazing.  They do everything, man.  They're just clean up whatever you need to scrub.  I highly recommend that product to everyone for everything.

So we're in the new house, there is shit everywhere, and I don't feel like putting it away right now.  I haven't gotten to procrastinate on anything in a while, so now I'm going to sit here and watch football and wait for my wife to come home from work.  When she gets home, we're going to Best Buy to get iPhone 5s'.  Pretty excited about it, I'm not going to lie.

Here's a pic of the new house.  I will take more pictures and post them HERE later, once more stuff is put away.

5 Days To Go

So, yesterday I came here and talked about how our truck situation wasn't going to work out so well for the couch, so today I decided to look into what it takes to rent a truck.  We rented a truck to move to Nashville 4 1/2 years ago, but I didn't do the renting.  I don't know how it happened, but we just had one, and I didn't have any part in the rental.  Anyway, I heard it was kind of inexpensive, so I checked it out.

I got a 10 foot truck for four hours, plus insurance, and it only cost $35.  Pretty nice.  I imagine we would spend close to that amount on gas back and forth.  Maybe not that much, but still, time is money, too.  It's about a 15 minute drive from my current place to the new place, so one load will take a half an hour just driving.  If the traffic is bad (which it can be in that area sometimes), then the travel time will take even longer.  We have a lot of stuff, and it'll be nice to put a lot of the big things in one or two loads and take it all at one time.  The four hour time limit will ensure we move, move, move our asses into gear, as well.  I think it's the perfect solution to our little sizable furniture problem.

Looking forward to a new place, not really looking forward to all the work it's going to be next monday, but the reward will be excellent.  No one really likes moving, but it's a fact of life.

Six Days till Move Day

Pretty much not packing.  That's our philosophy to this move.  I don't know, we just don't really like packing. But there is certainly a part of me that feels weird moving in six days and not really having anything packed, and no plans to pack anything either.  I mean, I have a box packed of stuff from the top of our dresser that I want to take, and I packed up our DVDs and video games and video game systems, but that's about it.  I believe we will pack up our dishes when the time is closer, but right now we're using them, so I don't want to pack them yet.  I think our plan of moving without packing might be a bad idea, but it might save us a ton of unnecessary work in the long run.  Or it will cause us a ton more unnecessary work.  Should be interesting.

Another problem I thought of the other day, my mom came down with their truck to help us move the big stuff.  What I though of the other day was that I don't think our couch is going to fit in the bed of the truck. Like...at all.  This is a problem because how are we gonna get the couch to the new house?  My mom is sitting right over there as I type this, and I haven't even raised this question to her yet because I just thought of it.  We might need to rent a truck after all.  I suppose we'll have to discuss this.

So today, I brought my wife to the airport because she is going to a work conference in Portland, OR.  She'll be gone the rest of the week, and this is uncharted territory for us.  I have both kids, one of which is breastfed, so I hope he doesn't miss his mama too badly.  We've got a freezer full of milk for the boy, but the comfort of the boob will be missed, hopefully not too badly.  As I said, my wonderful mom is here to help me this week and next during the move, so that's nice.  Don't know what I would do without her.

After bringing my wife to the airport, I went out to Mt. Juliet to buy a microwave off of craigslist.  I had conferred with the seller on Sunday and again on Monday about picking it up on Tuesday, (today) early this morning.  And of course, I went all the way out there and the person didn't answer their phone or answer my texts.  Perfect.  What a waste of my morning.  I don't understand how that happens.

That's all I feel like typing today.  I won $15 on a scratch off ticket yesterday, so that's awesome.  Later, folks.

Why Do Girls "Throw Like a Girl?"

I've got a serious question.  Why do girls throw like a girl?  I don't understand.  I mean, have you ever seen a girl that doesn't throw like a girl?  I haven't done a ton of study on this, but what is it that makes girls throw like a girl?

Sometimes boys throw like a girl, too. I think that Phillip Rivers of the San Diego Charges throws like a girl, but a girl that can throw a ball super far, and he's an NFL quarterback.  I'm not saying girls can't throw a ball, because they can, but I don't think I've ever seen a girl throw like a boy.  Is there something structural with the elbow and shoulder that is different in boys and girls that makes them throw that way?  And you know what I mean, it's that sort of shove/throw thing, where girls sort of lean into it.  I throw like a girl when I throw left-handed, because I'm right handed and I don't know how to throw with my other hand.

And that's another thing, what's up with handedness, anyway?  Why are we dominant with one hand over the other?  Don't you think that evolution would have made us ambidextrous by now?

I wish I had the answers here on this blog, but I don't.  I guess I'm seeking answers.  If you have an answer, hit me up in the comment section, or perhaps leave a comment on Facebook.  Whichever is easier for you.  I need to know. 

We're Moving: The Purge

The move day is coming ever closer.  It's about four weeks away now, and we're starting to get prepared by going through some of our stuff that we don't need to move with us.  We're assuming that our storage space is going to be limited, so we're getting rid of crap that we don't need.  So yesterday, my lovely sister-in-law came by to watch the kids so the wife and I could go through our outside storage thing and deal with some of the stuff we don't need anymore.  What we found was large totes full of books and movies that we really don't need anymore.  So after weeding though it, we filled two totes full of VHS tapes and books to take to McKay's, a used junk superstore here in town.  I'd never been to McKay's before yesterday, but I was really impressed with the place.  I'd like to take a couple hours and go through that place because their inventory was quite vast.  We barely got through the video games and used kids DVD's when the crap we brought was done being processed.  Speaking of the process, I really liked that they have this open air sort of design to that area, where you can actually see the folks sorting through peoples stuff, looking up their values and stuff, right behind the desk when you walk in.  Looked like a pretty interesting job, if you ask me. It didn't take long for our number to come up saying our thing was ready.  We were expecting them to maybe take half of what we brought, which was sort of true.  They took almost all of the books we brought and maybe a couple of the VHS tapes.  Tapes I know they took were a box set Star Wars trilogy thing.  I kinda figured they would take that.  But we were only left with a couple books, and now I don't know what to do with VHS copy of Days of Thunder I still own.  We were also not really expecting much of a return, money-wise from our transaction, so we were surprised to get $17 for all of it.  But like I was saying, I look forward to going back there sometime and browsing around for a bit because there was a lot of stuff there.

Back to the cleaning out process, we were able to either throw away or donate a lot of stuff from the storage thing, so that's nice. There isn't much in the storage thing anymore, so it'll make moving day a lot easier. Next task is our walk-in closet, which I can't imagine there will be much to purge, but I also thought that about the storage thing, so we'll see, I suppose.  The last time we moved, we waited until too close to the moving day to do this stuff, so I'm glad we're doing it now.  It'll make that final week a lot less stressful.  The hardest part of the purge, as you may or may not know, is that I am a bit of a hoarder when it comes to stuff I've owned for a long time.  Stuff I will never need anymore, but I don't want to separate from it.  My brother worked long and hard to make me a compilation VHS tape of the best matches of Shawn Michaels' career, and I've had that tape in a box for 12 years.  Yesterday, I threw it in a dumpster.  Sorry, Matt.  All those matches are on YouTube now, so if I want to watch one, I can anytime I want.  It just feels weird to me, throwing away stuff.  

The best thing about this purge is I found a whole bunch of old pictures.  I can't wait to go through them, and post some of the better ones.  Should be a lot of fun.  Okay, that's all, for now.  See ya later.  

Do You Like Me?

I just realized something. I know a lot of you amazing people read this blog every time I post something, and I know a lot of you get redirected here from clicking on my links on Facebook. This probably means you "Like" my Bloggerated page on Facebook. But...what if you read this blog, yet you don't already "Like" me on Facebook? I never thought of that before. It never dawned on me that maybe I have readers that don't know that I have a Facebook page for the blog? Well, if you read this blog and don't already like me on Facebook, I encourage you to go over there and do so. 

If you like the page already, please disregard this entire blog post. Have a great day!?!?!

We're Moving: Looked at the House

Alright, so I believe in my last post, I talked about the house for rent that's owned by Lipscomb that's right next to campus, where my wife works.  I wondered how nice it actually is, and couldn't wait to go take a look at it. Well, yesterday we went over there and saw it.  It's pretty small, but not obnoxiously small.  It feels like we would be losing space form the bedrooms, and gaining space in the living room and kitchen. Decent trade-off, I suppose, but the only concern I have is storage.  We have a lot of crap jammed into this place, and I know we're going to do a purge of unnecessary things that we don't need to take with us, but what about stuff like, my drums?  Christmas tree?  Things like that.  The place didn't have a whole hell of a lot of storage space.  I guess those are very small details, details that will work themselves out, but we decided that we would like to have the house, if possible.  So I believe the email declaring our desires has been sent to the proper people and I guess we'll see what happens.  We're excited, though.

A yard that we don't have to mow, by the way.  That will be nice.  It's a small yard, but it's still a yard.   A driveway.  I don't know, it's just the little things that have me excited about the move.  A change in scenery. I'm sick of looking at a hotel parking lot.  Oh, it's got a dishwasher, and it looks kind of new and nice.  We didn't think this place would have a dishwasher. There were washer and dryer in there, I'm just assuming that's the current tenant's, but those hookups are int the kitchen as well, which is fine. Now, I know that moving into a house that you're renting isn't as exciting as buying a house, but it's still pretty cool to me.

Oh, also, fun story about the current tenant, we would have been able to look at the house sooner, but the current tenant was out of town, visiting her husband's family....in Marquette, MI.  Small world, eh?

We're Moving

(Update: I feel like that blog post title would indicate we're moving far, far away, when in fact, we're just moving somewhere within the Nashville area.  Sorry to get anyone too excited or whatever. Carry on)

I don't normally do any sort of theme on this blog space, because I want this space to be one in which I can come to and type out things I think about, as I've mentioned many, many times before.  Well, I've been thinking a lot lately about...

Saturday School

When I was in middle and high school, I was given a lot of Saturday school detentions.  I got them because I would get regular, after school detention, and I would just not show up.  When I didn't show, they gave me Saturday. Saturday school was four hours, form eight a.m. to noon.  No one would give me a ride to Saturday school because, you know, punishment, or whatever.  I don't know why I didn't just go to the regular, after school one hour version of detention.  I think a lot of it had to do with if I skipped out, I would have a ride home, maybe?  And if I went to detention, I would have to walk home, which was not a short walk.  Yeah, that probably happened, I don't remember.  Or, perhaps I could have avoided detention all together if I had just done my homework every once in a while.  I rarely did my homework, and I got detention A LOT.

Anyway, I was thinking about Saturday school this morning, because I remember being there, tired, bored, and instead of doing homework, I would pass the time by letting my imagination run wild.  I would do this by grabbing a pen and a notebook and writing out professional wrestling shows.  I was a huge, huge wrestling fan in high school.  It was the most important thing in my life at that time.  I had all these characters and story lines,  Rivalries and enemies.  I had gimmicks, factions.  I had this entire roster of wrestlers that I had dreamed up, with champions, and everything, and I would sit there and write out an entire wrestling show in that four hours of sitting there.  I realized this morning that that was really the only time I was ever creative about anything in my life, creative on my own, not forced by assignment by a teacher, or in a group setting like making songs with a band.  Of course, I was massively embarrassed by this little hobby.  I would have died if anyone had found these writings.  Even in the late 90's and early 2000's when wrestling was pretty cool, it was still not that cool.  I felt like some little loser wrestling fan.  But it helped me pass the time while being stuck in a situation that was extremely boring, and kept me alert and excited about what I could come up with next.  I couldn't write fast enough to keep up with my ideas. It was never something I would have ever considered perusing as a career or whatever, but it was a fun little hobby and something that really brought me a lot of personal pride and joy.

So this was just a thought I had this morning and I thought I would share it here on the blog.  Thanks for reading.  Have a great weekend.  

Quinoa!

As a vegetarian, you'd think I'd be all into vegetarian food.  It's not that I'm not into it, it's just that some of it isn't good.  What I'm trying to say here is that I don't like quinoa.  I think it's pretty nasty.  But it's like, the quintessential (thanks, spell check) vegetarian and vegan food.  Aren't I supposed to live off this stuff?

I don't know what it is but it just tastes bad.  That's all.  I'm making some this morning, but it's for my wife because they say it's good for lactating mothers, that it helps them produce more milk.  Well that's just fine, enjoy.  But for me, I don't know, man, I really have to load something on it to make it edible.  Like Sriracha sauce, perhaps?  My wife puts cinnamon and sugar on hers.  It's pretty good, but there's still that weird quinoa taste that comes through.  Not for me, but I'll choke it down because it's good for me.  I'm dedicated to eating good foods...lol.  Also, I need a shave real bad. 

Working Out is the Worst

I've come here today as a self-motivation technique.  I just had a great psych-up speech in my head about why I need to work out and not phone it in today.  Number one, my two options of what to do now that the kids are down for their naps is work out, or take a nap.  I never take naps, but I didn't get to sleep too great last night and a nap sounds fantastic.  I would like to work out here in my living room because I don't want to feel like a sack of shit later on today.  If I take a nap, I probably will sleep until the kids wake up and it will be difficult to take a shower in that scenario.  If I work out, I'll take a shower right after, so that will be done with. So workout it is, I suppose...

I don't feel like telling people about me doing exercise, or any type of physical activity because I feel like when the only thing someone talks about is their fitness, they are douche canoes.  I'm proud of myself for getting off the couch and doing my workouts again because if I want to see a change in my body, I have to work for it.  If I hate the fat guy in the pictures of my kids, I have to make that go away myself, the hard way.  I'm jealous of everyone that works out hard and enjoys working out and being fit.  I don't have that drive, mostly because I don't see instant results.  I know that if I stick to it, the results will show up, but god, it's a lot of work and patience, which is hard because I'm naturally a lazy person.  I just feel like the hill is so hard to climb, it's so far to go, I should just give up right now and stop struggling.

It's day four.  The fourth day of being on the road to fitness.  When you see people that are in shape and clearly work out and take care of themselves, they've been at that way for ages.  On day four, when I step on the scale in the morning and see it has gone up a pound every day this week, I've tried to convince myself that I'm just adding muscle, but I don't really believe that.  I believe that I'm just making my muscles sore for no reason and I'll always be a chubby kid.  I'm going to work out now, but I don't really want to.  It's not going to change the way I feel in the morning.  It's not going to change anything this week.  I guess if I keep pounding my head against this wall, maybe one day it'll break through, but I feel that I'll just end up with a headache.  

No Phone Challenge Was a Success

My last post here was my 400th.  Congratulations go out to me for having a blog for four years.  I also crossed the 30,000 page view mark, so that's neat.  Most of my hits come from a post I did about your iPhone not being able to connect to the 4G network.  Get paid for any of this yet?

No.

Anyway when I last left you, I was planning on doing the no phone challenge.  I did it!  I only used my phone when my wife called me during her lunch break, used Siri to text my wife to let her know I was on my way to pick her up from work, and at the end of the day, my good friend Sean texted me some interesting life happenings, so I had to respond to that.  So how did it go?  Pretty good, actually.  I watched Netflix, which is pretty unusual.  The hardest part was when the kids were napping, I couldn't just fiddle with my phone while watching TV.  I wanted to look up when someone died, but couldn't.  After the kids went to bed for the night, my wife was going on with her business reading Facebook, and all I could do was twiddle my thumbs and dream about going to bed.  Other than that, I didn't miss much.  I thought about it a lot in the morning, but as the day progressed, the less I cared about my phone.  Even in the next couple days, I found myself caring less about what was happening on Twitter or Words with Friends or anything else, really.  But by today, Sunday, I'm fully regressed back to addict.  But if I had to, I could go without my phone.  It would be okay.

It wasn't freeing, like some people have said it would fell like.  I just made me focus on other things.  I suggest you unplug sometime.  It's a little weird, but not life-changing, unless you're addicted to your phone worse than I was.  I don't know.  It wasn't that cool, but I'm glad I did it.  

No Phone Challenge is Tomorrow

I've changed the Hand Picked Song to your right to fit the theme of this week's posts.

Tomorrow is the day.  Tomorrow I will be going phoneless for the entire day.  I'll leave it on, you know, for actual phone calls, because those are allowed during this no-phone challenge.  I have kids and a wife who will be at work so I'll need to be able to use my phone to call or receive phone calls.  Other than that, no iPhone, no iPad, no laptop, even.  I discussed the plan with my wife and she said that the PS3 should be okay because it's just watching Netflix anyway.  I could go super caveman and say no TV or any screens all day, but that's just crazy.  Maybe next week.

So we'll see how it goes, but tomorrow I'll be digitally off the radar.  Have a good day.  

The No-Phone Challenge

The other night, I was brushing my teeth before bed and checking Twitter while I did so.  As I scrolled along, my phone battery died.  I thought to myself, this sucks, I can't wait to plug my phone in so I can use it again.  Then I thought, what if I didn't plug my phone back in?  What if I went an entire day without the use of my phone?  Wouldn't that be a fun experience?

I'm addicted to my phone.  I freely admit it.  I look at it constantly.  It's sort of sad, really, but there's just so much entertainment on the thing, I can't put it down.  It's an addiction.  I might try the no phone for an entire day, but that day ain't today.  As soon as I got to bed that night, I plugged my phone in and continued on like normal.  It wont' be tomorrow, either because I need to use it tomorrow.  But soon, I think I will do it.  I don't know what extent I'll cut myself off at, like, I can still use the computer or no?  Use any electronic device like the PS3?  I don't know.  I'll have to decide on the extent, but I think that if I went at it hardcore, it might make for an interesting blog post, something that hasn't been written in a good long while.

Maybe next week.  I'll let you when I do it by writing about it the next day...or perhaps during.  We'll see.

Goodbye!