Not such a bad day.

I went to a birthday party for someone with a worse birthdate than I do, the wife of a friend who I’ve probably known for 30 years now. I’ve always complained about my birthday being close to 4/15, but hers is actually 4/15. It was fun to see her and her family and friends. On the way there I went to the florist and had a huge wait because it’s prom season and there were lots of corsages being picked up. I didn’t mind. There’s an excellent coffee stand just outside called Sterling Coffee Roasters and I was in no hurry.

Later in the day I had a tasty Greek dinner at Dorio and got some Greek community gossip. I highly recommend the food there. Also had a crepe at the place a couple of doors down and it was really tasty. I have a bunch of chocolate birthday cake from my sister, but I was so full I was unable to eat any more of it

So my day went pretty well. Thank goodness.

Wonderful week.

Well, the work week is over and let’s hope the weekend is better. I didn’t really have the worst week. Sunday I was at an old friend’s sister’s memorial service and Tuesday I had to miss a friend’s funeral because of work. It was a much worse week for the families of those people. And speaking of work, it was crazy busy with daily 5PM meetings.

And today marks the fourth anniversary of my dad’s death, which means it’s the fourth anniversary of my friend Il’s mom’s death a couple of days ago.

Good thing it was my birthday on Tuesday.

And the worst part? Someone made a movie of that adolescent fantasy Atlas Shrugged. And did I mention that the Groupon that I thought was good through the weekend expired a couple of days ago? $30 down the tubes.

So here’s to things getting better.

I am a dating site voyeur.

I’m still looking at profiles on dating sites, but no one wants to go out with me. I mean, sure, if they got to know me I can understand why they’d want to STOP going out with me, but the whole getting ignored thing was annoying and expensive. And as a bitter married friend once said, the women are all there because they’ve been mean to guys all their lives and you shouldn’t expect them to change now. But back to me looking at the site and al the women who don’t want to go out with me, it seems like I must be a voyeur or something.

Oh, well. I’ve decided that I’m just going to keep keep hoping that someone out of my league will go out with me because if I’m not going out with anyone, I might as well not go out with someone special, right?

I am a cranky bitch.

I have a short temper, and it blows over quick. When people annoy me, I usually let them know. I know, I should be like a reed in the wind, but honestly, I’m 47 years old and I’m not going to change any time soon. I don’t understand when people are surprised that I’m acting the way I always act. I also have a huge problem with people I think are stupid, though I’m getting over that. People who are unable to do their jobs are still on the list.

In any case, I don’t have time for this. I’m busy redesigning my home network again. This just means that I’m not going to have any network connection at all if I screw up. But it’s so fun to do system administration when I should be sleeping, and even better if I’ve had a bit to drink. Maybe this weekend…

What I did on my birthday.

I went to work.

I went to the gym, and cheated on my 47 birthday burpees (I broke them up and did them between other things rather than doing them all at once.)

I thought about going to bed early but stayed up watching House and Chuck instead. I did score some free food at lunch. Baklava from the Mad Greek Deli and everything else from co-workers. Not a bad day, overall.

What to do tomorrow?

Bad news everyone, Belly is closing. I suppose restaurants come and go, but I liked Belly. I took my mom there two or three times and it was always interesting and tasty. Ah, well.

I feel like I’m supposed to do something tomorrow besides go to work (where I’m still incredibly busy), not be able to go to my friend’s funeral because of work, and go to the gym after work. I feel like I should be doing something special like changing the batteries in my smoke alarms or rotating my tires. Or figuring out who will give me something free because it’s my birthday. It took me three years to get a free beer out of Rogue Brewery and that always could be on my list, but really I figure I make enough money that a free beer or ice cream isn’t worth the trouble. 15% off at Ringside is another story, but I get a month to cash that in.

So there it is. Survived another Monday. That’s an accomplishment in itself.

Birthday dinner at Accanto.

If you have a chance, you should go see “Same Time, Next Year” at the Public House Theatre Company. It was a lot funnier than I expected (I never saw the movie) and I’m wondering why I haven’t seen more plays, especially in small venues. Melissa and Leif are great and the play is a lot of fun.

What I wouldn’t suggest is working until 7PM, going to the play, and then eating pizza at 11PM afterwards unless nightmares are your thing.

I went out to Accanto for my birthday dinner with my mom, sister, and brother-in-law today. I’d actually never been. It got crowded, and for a good reason: the food was great. The potato gnocchi (that my sister and mom got) was good enough that people wanted to lick the plate. I had the pork cheeks which were a nice winter dinner with winter greens and beans. Dessert was also delicious. The place was full of older folks, not hipsters, and I’m old enough to appreciate that. Especially since it’s going to be my 47th birthday.

Oh god, that means 47 burpees on Tuesday. Maybe I’ll be sick that day and miss the gym.

Long couple of weeks.

I don’t say much about work so I’ll just say the last two weeks were pretty busy. Insanely busy. And busy as well. And not only demanding of my attention, but busy. Really, I’m beat. And when I finally get home my brain makes me watch TV until it’s too late and then I’m tired for the next day, which is busy. It really hasn’t been that much fun.

But the worst thing about my day is that I found out that an online friend had died from, I think, the ‘flu. And I don’t deserve to feel bad like her close friends and family, but she’d email me from time to time and I’ll miss that. I mentioned that to a co-worker, and she told me she had a kid who died from the ‘flu. We both talked about how we’re big proponents of the ‘flu vaccine and, wow, I felt even worse. But I also feel like a schmuck for bringing up the ‘flu to her.

The ‘flu is something that seems like you just soldier through but more than a few people I know have died from it. It’s more dangerous than it feels like it should be.

So I’ll go back to work tomorrow, where it will probably be very busy. I also have to move my cube from where it is to a new space where it’s louder and hotter than I like. But ti’s not as bad as it could be.

So many reasons to stay up late.

I think I know how this basketball game turns out (stupid push notification on my iPhone and iPad) but I still want to watch it. Even though I bet I forgot to set my DVR long enough and I bet I’m not going to see the end of this game. But it’s the NCAA National Championship game. The only other sporting event I actually watched after recording (I usually end up not having the patience) is the Superbowl.

I did succeed in doing very little this weekend, but had breakfast with my buddy Greg (and, coincidentally, friends from the gym John and John), mowed the lawn and then did a whole lot of sitting around. And a few rounds of Angry Birds. It was a nice weekend, but not nearly as nice as it was in the Bay Area. It sounded like summer, and I heard it was the best weather they’ve had in a while. Leaf blowers, lawn mowers, and motorcycles. I actually like the rainy weather, but it’s nice to get some sun once in a while.

And I know I was sick. This is the first trip I’ve made to California in YEARS that I missed getting an In-N-Out burger. Heck, I almost missed a flight once because I stopped by the drive-through at Rengstorff and 101. I think I may have to schedule another trip down there.

Back from my trip.

Funny how the meaning of certain words change. Like during the Apple conference a couple of years ago when I went to Twitter and someone asked where I’d been. I said, “Twitter,” and was misunderstood; they thought I meant, “Check Twitter,” when what I was saying is, “I was at the Twitter offices in San Francisco.” The place I went was sort of like that, but wasn’t Twitter. On the plus side the weather in the Bay Area was beautiful but on the minus side my cold came back.

So, I’m kind of hoping it gets colder this weekend because that’s better sleeping weather. And rainy because that means I have an excuse for staying inside. And knowing my luck, I’ll be fine on Monday. Ah, well, what better to do with my free time than sleep?

It’s all about the marketing

Most everyone who knows me knows that I’m a straight up geek that is much too blunt most of the time. Also that I’m not very lucky So when I say, “I’m in a $200 per night room in California,” they know that I’m in a Los Altos Residence Inn for an unplanned extra day of a business trip in a room that smells like old lady perfume. And my cold has gotten worse today. My big excitement was sitting on hold changing my appointment, then brushing my teeth with a glorious disposable toothbrush, and then soaking in the shallow hotel tub.

Dinner was at a highly recommended ramen shop in San Jose. The broth was fatty and bland and possibly some of the worst I’ve had. But I had a big cheeseburger for lunch and couldn’t go to In-n-Out for dinner. Maybe tomorrow.

Sick Day!

I didn’t have a great nights sleep so I figured I’d sleep in late and call in sick. Usually I feel guilty about it, but I slept in until 9:45AM and then got up to a headache. I didn’t feel quite normal until after dinner, when I remembered that Advil was my friend. Most of the day was spent in a dark room reading a book, which was not a bad way to spend the day. Not moving around a lot meant my head hurt less.

Not much else exciting on a sick day, but that’s the way it should be.

Some people don't believe my luck.