Today on the advice of my friend Rex I decided to sign up for one of those free online dating sites. Here is what I found out...I am extremely attractive to girls over 45...so in 20 years I am going to be a huge stud. There may be more on this later.
Also today I was on the phone with my nephew and he told me a joke that him and his brother say...He asked me how i spell "I Cup" I of course said I-C-U-P...I was pretty happy I was able to spell it...he then had to explain the joke to me....it's pretty sad that my nephews are already better at telling jokes then me. I hope to go visit them in June...they are going to Mexico in March but I'm not going to be able to go...They (and my niece) are really growing up fast...seems like just yesterday I was trying to teach them dirty words.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
SMRT
Last night while I was about to go to sleep I had the greatest idea known to man kind...the problem is that this morning I can't remember what it is. I think I'm going to go back to writing down my ideas. I've been trying to write a book for about 3-4 years now, and about that time I started writing down ideas that I had. It was marginally successful. In my "book" the main character is a little bit like me, but with everything more exaggerated. He's a little bit of a loser, he's self deprecating, humble, and different people view him very differently. Yet, he still thinks he's awesome and is kind of an ass. In the story he's trying to find a lady and he meets one of those typical girls who likes bad boys. So at the time I was trying to come up with jokes around that premise, and two came to me each late at night. Well, I actually wrote down three, but only two of them are usable. At the time when I wrote them down I thought them to be the funniest and best jokes that anyone had ever dreamed up in the history of life. The problem is that when I woke up the next morning I realized that they really weren't all that funny. The jokes were about how the character is not a "bad boy" and that he once got a bad rash from a rub on tattoo, and that root beer gives him heartburn. The third joke apparently had something to do with tuna flavored ice cream. Don't ask me why I thought this was a good idea or what the hell I was thinking but on my note I clearly have written down:
Rub on Tattoo= Rash
Root beer=heartburn
Tuna flavored ice cream
Another side story about my book, and really to anyone who is saving files that they want to keep forever...keep multiple copies on multiple machines. I had written about 29 pages of probably pure crap when I decided I was going to sell my old computer (this was when I was in Duluth) I had an external hard drive so I put everything I wanted to save on it and then reformatted the computer. I then loaded my pictures and music and my work folder onto the new computer. Everything seemed fine until I tried to write more to my story when I realized that I didn't keep my story in my work folder with all my other writings. I was keeping it on the desktop so I could just open it quickly. So it wasn't on my new computer but I wasn't panicking because I knew that I had saved it to my external hard drive. It had been a couple weeks since I transferred everything and I wasn't exactly sure where I had put my hard drive but I eventually found it in my gym bag. I took it out booted it up and transferred over the file. I then opened the file in word to find 29 pages of squares. Somehow my hard drive had become corrupted on it's travels and I lost every trace of my story. I was pretty angry with myself and I didn't think about the story that whole summer until I moved here to Texas. I now have exactly 3 whole pages of a story...live and learn.
Rub on Tattoo= Rash
Root beer=heartburn
Tuna flavored ice cream
Another side story about my book, and really to anyone who is saving files that they want to keep forever...keep multiple copies on multiple machines. I had written about 29 pages of probably pure crap when I decided I was going to sell my old computer (this was when I was in Duluth) I had an external hard drive so I put everything I wanted to save on it and then reformatted the computer. I then loaded my pictures and music and my work folder onto the new computer. Everything seemed fine until I tried to write more to my story when I realized that I didn't keep my story in my work folder with all my other writings. I was keeping it on the desktop so I could just open it quickly. So it wasn't on my new computer but I wasn't panicking because I knew that I had saved it to my external hard drive. It had been a couple weeks since I transferred everything and I wasn't exactly sure where I had put my hard drive but I eventually found it in my gym bag. I took it out booted it up and transferred over the file. I then opened the file in word to find 29 pages of squares. Somehow my hard drive had become corrupted on it's travels and I lost every trace of my story. I was pretty angry with myself and I didn't think about the story that whole summer until I moved here to Texas. I now have exactly 3 whole pages of a story...live and learn.
Monday, January 26, 2009
what is the matter with people
In the last two days I've had two women randomly yell at me. The first was on Sunday night when I was at the gym. I was doing my workout when the one other person in the gym walks up to me and starts telling me that the bike is broken. I didn't really care, nor did I see how it was my problem that the bike was broken but I suggested she try one of the 5 other bikes that are exactly the same. She then said that none of the elliptical machines were on and then asked me what kind of gym I was running anyway. I told her I wasn't running any sort of gym and she said and I quote, "Well you're walking around here like you own the place." I laughed at her and then she said, "And the toilet is dirty too, I had to hover over the seat when I squatted." I then told her once again that I didn't work at the gym, nor have I ever worked at the gym. Then she said, "I'm glad I haven't paid yet this month." I swear I thought I was on TV or in a dream. She then stormed out trying to slam the door but since it has one of those pressure valves on it she didn't get the desired effect. For the next 30 minutes I tried figuring out how I was walking around like I owned the place. Then I went and used the elliptical machine...they are all "on" you just have to move your fat legs so they to boot up.
Then today after I went to the gym I went to the grocery store to buy coffee and milk. I ended up buying coffee and milk and chicken and steak. While I was standing in the coffee isle trying to figure out what "rich taste" and "full taste" mean a lady pushing a cart came up to me and told me her son had spilt his ice cream cone on the next isle. I wasn't paying attention to her and I had no idea that she was talking to me and this apparently upset her. She then started yelling at me that she was diabetic and that she was going to have me fired. I still wasn't sure she was talking to me and I looked around. I noticed that there was at least 4 people looking at us now but she was most definitely talking to me. The first thing I thought was whether she had a sister to worked out at my gym. I told her that I didn't work at the grocery store. She then said, "don't get smart with me. I want to talk to your manager." The funny thing was that I was in full gym attire. I was in a bright yellow sleeveless t-shirt and wearing slippers and basketball shorts. As far as I can tell the people who work at the grocery store wear red shirts and pants, and probably wear shoes or at least sandals. Anyway I just started walking away from the lady and I noticed that the other people in the isle were snickering. I win in the end though because I enjoyed my chicken and in about 5 minutes I am going to enjoy my steak.
Then today after I went to the gym I went to the grocery store to buy coffee and milk. I ended up buying coffee and milk and chicken and steak. While I was standing in the coffee isle trying to figure out what "rich taste" and "full taste" mean a lady pushing a cart came up to me and told me her son had spilt his ice cream cone on the next isle. I wasn't paying attention to her and I had no idea that she was talking to me and this apparently upset her. She then started yelling at me that she was diabetic and that she was going to have me fired. I still wasn't sure she was talking to me and I looked around. I noticed that there was at least 4 people looking at us now but she was most definitely talking to me. The first thing I thought was whether she had a sister to worked out at my gym. I told her that I didn't work at the grocery store. She then said, "don't get smart with me. I want to talk to your manager." The funny thing was that I was in full gym attire. I was in a bright yellow sleeveless t-shirt and wearing slippers and basketball shorts. As far as I can tell the people who work at the grocery store wear red shirts and pants, and probably wear shoes or at least sandals. Anyway I just started walking away from the lady and I noticed that the other people in the isle were snickering. I win in the end though because I enjoyed my chicken and in about 5 minutes I am going to enjoy my steak.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Working hard for it honey
The last half a year I've been attempting to be less judgemental as I've realized some people take my sarcasm for outright malice. It's hard not to think things but I can try to not say those things. One problem is that I still think I'm funny, so I think them in my head and then just laugh out loud. Which makes me think if I saw a guy who just randomly laughed to himself, I'd think he was retarded and then probably laugh at something I though. Anyway when I go to the gym, I think things that are funny, and then I laugh out loud, so I've taken to wearing my ipod all the time so I hope people think I"m listening to something funny, rather than just laughing at them. I debate with myself over whether this makes me a jerk. I've always been told it's not nice to laugh at people. I'm not suppose to get pleasure from other peoples follies...but I do...I don't know how to change that. My counterpoint is that I really don't think I'm better than them. Putting other people down isn't my goal, my goal is to find humor in peoples weaknesses. What I'm secretly doing is projecting my own failures onto others and then laughing at them, which is really me laughing at myself...That is either really deep, or I'm really struggling to justify it...Either way I am what I am and I can't hold back some of my gym stories.
May be it's because it's the only place I really go daily, but I've learned there are a lot of strange people at a gym. I've been to three gyms and two of them had a lot of interesting characters. The third was the work out facility at Fortune Bay and I was the only person that was ever there. So that one had only one strange, good looking character.
My new gym is Anytime Fitness. I like that I can go there anytime...although I really just go there everyday at the same time. It makes me a little mad that I'm paying for all those extra hours where I'm just sleeping. I like the gym, they have all the weights and machines I need. I wish they had a basketball court though. Anyway on to the patrons.
There is a guy who I see at the gym almost everyday I'm there. He's absolutely huge. Not fat, just a cube of muscle. He always wears baggy blue pants, like he is a nurse, and then a tight fitting white t-shirt. I watch him in awe as he benches probably 5 times what I can without any trouble. Then one day he came in and was wearing shorts, and I suddenly realized that I've never seen him working out his lower body. His ankles are like my wrists. He seriously looked like one of those cartoons where the guy walks into a pool of pirahnas up to his waste and then walks out and is all meat on top with just bones for legs. I've seen the top heavy muscle man before, but never this drastic. I decided that he was working out for a role in a movie, where he plays a man in a wheel chair, so I've call him Joe, like the guy from Family Guy.
I've noticed some similar personalities between the YMCA and Anytime Fitness. There is already mentioned Joe. There is the guy that works out in jeans for some reason, and there is the guy that wears the tightest shorts he can find. I'm guessing at all gyms you will find these same types of people. Here in Kyle though I think we have one guy that is totally unique.
I have dubbed him "Worlds Worst Personal Trainer." He really is like something out of Saturday Night Live. First off he's one of the biggest people I've ever seen. I mean he's big, sadly big. I almost feel sorry for him except that he's at a Gym...he should try working out. Except he doesn't work out...he is training two other ladies. It's the oddest thing I've ever seen in my life. The guy is so big that he literally gets winded from standing and has to sit down. I don't understand any of it. I try to imagine a scenario where these two ladies would hire this man to be their personal trainer. They are big ladies, but together I'm pretty sure they still don't weigh as much as their trainer. Anyway there are two scenarios I have come up with. First, he really is their personal trainer. He does try to instruct them after all. I see him trying to help them do their exercises correctly. He's too big to do them though so it's hard. But I am starting to think that there is something strange with the three of them. I'm thinking that he's married to both of them. Sometimes he "helps" them. He stands behind them and reaches around them and will guide their arms as they do something like bicep curls. It's incredibly creepy. No real personal trainer would do that. He's big so he has to smush himself up against them, and even then he can't reach their arm so he's really just grasping at their elbows. Then when they do the treadmill he just sits in a chair and watches them. And he just sits there and kind of wheezes...he creeps the hell out of me. And the ladies seem to think it's normal so they creep the hell out of me. Usually I find humor in these things and at first I laughed a lot when I'd see them...but after watching them I have decided that there really has to be something dark about it. But then yesterday I had one of those laugh out loud moments...one where I probably shouldn't of laughed. I was on the treadmill not really paying attention to the big guy and his two students. I look out the window and I see a Pizza Hut car. I first think, "Ha...the pizza hut guy works out here, I should take a picture of his car outside the gym, that would be ironic." But I was wrong. He wasn't coming to work out. Someone had ordered a pizza...at the gym. It was that personal trainer. He didn't just order 1 pizza. He ordered 2. When the pizzas arrived the two ladies got a on a treadmill and he sat down and ate pizza. An entire pizza. Then he started eating the second pizza...but he didn't eat it all. He shared two slices, one for each of the ladies on the treadmill. So there I am on the treadmill with a lady on my left eating pizza and walking, and a lady on my right eating pizza and walking, and the worlds biggest personal trainer sitting in a chair in front of me scraping the cheese from the boxes. I couldn't hold it in. I laughed...pretended it was something from the TV and then quit. I then looked at the guy who was working there and we shared a silent brief look of , "yeah I don't know what's going on." I admit it. I've eaten an entire pizza before...and recently. I mean I eat a lot. I've had two Baconantors from Wendy's before. Since I started working out I eat at least 3 times more then I used on a daily basis...but never...ever...ever will I eat Pizza Hut at the gym...may be right before and after...but not while I'm there.
May be it's because it's the only place I really go daily, but I've learned there are a lot of strange people at a gym. I've been to three gyms and two of them had a lot of interesting characters. The third was the work out facility at Fortune Bay and I was the only person that was ever there. So that one had only one strange, good looking character.
My new gym is Anytime Fitness. I like that I can go there anytime...although I really just go there everyday at the same time. It makes me a little mad that I'm paying for all those extra hours where I'm just sleeping. I like the gym, they have all the weights and machines I need. I wish they had a basketball court though. Anyway on to the patrons.
There is a guy who I see at the gym almost everyday I'm there. He's absolutely huge. Not fat, just a cube of muscle. He always wears baggy blue pants, like he is a nurse, and then a tight fitting white t-shirt. I watch him in awe as he benches probably 5 times what I can without any trouble. Then one day he came in and was wearing shorts, and I suddenly realized that I've never seen him working out his lower body. His ankles are like my wrists. He seriously looked like one of those cartoons where the guy walks into a pool of pirahnas up to his waste and then walks out and is all meat on top with just bones for legs. I've seen the top heavy muscle man before, but never this drastic. I decided that he was working out for a role in a movie, where he plays a man in a wheel chair, so I've call him Joe, like the guy from Family Guy.
I've noticed some similar personalities between the YMCA and Anytime Fitness. There is already mentioned Joe. There is the guy that works out in jeans for some reason, and there is the guy that wears the tightest shorts he can find. I'm guessing at all gyms you will find these same types of people. Here in Kyle though I think we have one guy that is totally unique.
I have dubbed him "Worlds Worst Personal Trainer." He really is like something out of Saturday Night Live. First off he's one of the biggest people I've ever seen. I mean he's big, sadly big. I almost feel sorry for him except that he's at a Gym...he should try working out. Except he doesn't work out...he is training two other ladies. It's the oddest thing I've ever seen in my life. The guy is so big that he literally gets winded from standing and has to sit down. I don't understand any of it. I try to imagine a scenario where these two ladies would hire this man to be their personal trainer. They are big ladies, but together I'm pretty sure they still don't weigh as much as their trainer. Anyway there are two scenarios I have come up with. First, he really is their personal trainer. He does try to instruct them after all. I see him trying to help them do their exercises correctly. He's too big to do them though so it's hard. But I am starting to think that there is something strange with the three of them. I'm thinking that he's married to both of them. Sometimes he "helps" them. He stands behind them and reaches around them and will guide their arms as they do something like bicep curls. It's incredibly creepy. No real personal trainer would do that. He's big so he has to smush himself up against them, and even then he can't reach their arm so he's really just grasping at their elbows. Then when they do the treadmill he just sits in a chair and watches them. And he just sits there and kind of wheezes...he creeps the hell out of me. And the ladies seem to think it's normal so they creep the hell out of me. Usually I find humor in these things and at first I laughed a lot when I'd see them...but after watching them I have decided that there really has to be something dark about it. But then yesterday I had one of those laugh out loud moments...one where I probably shouldn't of laughed. I was on the treadmill not really paying attention to the big guy and his two students. I look out the window and I see a Pizza Hut car. I first think, "Ha...the pizza hut guy works out here, I should take a picture of his car outside the gym, that would be ironic." But I was wrong. He wasn't coming to work out. Someone had ordered a pizza...at the gym. It was that personal trainer. He didn't just order 1 pizza. He ordered 2. When the pizzas arrived the two ladies got a on a treadmill and he sat down and ate pizza. An entire pizza. Then he started eating the second pizza...but he didn't eat it all. He shared two slices, one for each of the ladies on the treadmill. So there I am on the treadmill with a lady on my left eating pizza and walking, and a lady on my right eating pizza and walking, and the worlds biggest personal trainer sitting in a chair in front of me scraping the cheese from the boxes. I couldn't hold it in. I laughed...pretended it was something from the TV and then quit. I then looked at the guy who was working there and we shared a silent brief look of , "yeah I don't know what's going on." I admit it. I've eaten an entire pizza before...and recently. I mean I eat a lot. I've had two Baconantors from Wendy's before. Since I started working out I eat at least 3 times more then I used on a daily basis...but never...ever...ever will I eat Pizza Hut at the gym...may be right before and after...but not while I'm there.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Dangers of Living Alone
I have noticed that since I've been living alone that there is a chance I will develop some bad habits. I mean there are actual hazards of living alone I suppose. Say I start choking on a big piece of steak. I would be found months later sprawled on the floor with barbecue sauce on my face from when I desperately tried to dislodge it by throwing my diaphragm against the corner of the kitchen counter. Luckily I'm good at eating.
Back to the habits. They aren't the type of habits that are going to kill me. I haven't come accustom to drinking a snifter of brandy each morning. I did how ever eat an entire chicken yesterday....with my bare hands. I bought a rotisserie chicken from Sam's Club. It said on the packaging it was for 6-8 people. I figured I could eat it for dinner and then make sandwiches for lunch. But there were two complications on the way home. First, I had gone straight from the Gym to Sam's Club. I like to drink a protein drink right after working out, but I had forgot one. I also usually don't eat until after I've worked out, and I wasn't done working out until 5pm...so I was starving. I didn't realize I was starving however until I got to Sam's Club and started drooling a little in the steak section. That was why I bought the chicken, so I could eat it when I got home. Also, I'm an idiot and I went there at rush hour. Which meant I had to spend the next hour and a half smelling that delicious chicken. When I was at the checkout counter it occurred to me that I may need to put the chicken in the very back of my SUV or I will try eating it on the road. The chickens are greasy and I didn't want to spread that all over my car and I knew I would eat it if I could reach it. I did contemplate just taking off my shirt and using it as a napkin, but if I got pulled over I didn't want to explain why I was driving shirtless and licking chicken grease from my fingers.
By the time I got home I was like a ravenous animal. I put all the items that could spoil where they needed to go and got out a carving knife and a plate. I looked at the chicken and I looked at the dishes I was about to use and I realized that it was just easier to not use any silverware or plates. I was by myself after all, plus when you carve a chicken you never really can get ALL the meat off the bones. Plus I told myself that you eat chicken legs with your hands anyway. So I sat down in front of the TV and started eating. I hadn't even got to a commercial break when I realized that I had eaten the whole chicken.
Back to the habits. They aren't the type of habits that are going to kill me. I haven't come accustom to drinking a snifter of brandy each morning. I did how ever eat an entire chicken yesterday....with my bare hands. I bought a rotisserie chicken from Sam's Club. It said on the packaging it was for 6-8 people. I figured I could eat it for dinner and then make sandwiches for lunch. But there were two complications on the way home. First, I had gone straight from the Gym to Sam's Club. I like to drink a protein drink right after working out, but I had forgot one. I also usually don't eat until after I've worked out, and I wasn't done working out until 5pm...so I was starving. I didn't realize I was starving however until I got to Sam's Club and started drooling a little in the steak section. That was why I bought the chicken, so I could eat it when I got home. Also, I'm an idiot and I went there at rush hour. Which meant I had to spend the next hour and a half smelling that delicious chicken. When I was at the checkout counter it occurred to me that I may need to put the chicken in the very back of my SUV or I will try eating it on the road. The chickens are greasy and I didn't want to spread that all over my car and I knew I would eat it if I could reach it. I did contemplate just taking off my shirt and using it as a napkin, but if I got pulled over I didn't want to explain why I was driving shirtless and licking chicken grease from my fingers.
By the time I got home I was like a ravenous animal. I put all the items that could spoil where they needed to go and got out a carving knife and a plate. I looked at the chicken and I looked at the dishes I was about to use and I realized that it was just easier to not use any silverware or plates. I was by myself after all, plus when you carve a chicken you never really can get ALL the meat off the bones. Plus I told myself that you eat chicken legs with your hands anyway. So I sat down in front of the TV and started eating. I hadn't even got to a commercial break when I realized that I had eaten the whole chicken.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Tex-Rex part 2
Rex has gone back to MN and we had a pretty good time and I'm glad he came to visit. We went Frisbee Golfing (Rex only lost one Frisbee) we went to a UT basketball game, experienced a little bit of 6th street, and ate a lot of good food. We had a RockBand party, went to a comedy show, explored vegan restaurants and Cowboy boot shops (isn't that a contradiction) I probably wouldn't of done any of these things if Rex wasn't here. Living by yourself you really don't care to go out and do many things by yourself. I can go eat at a restaurant, but it's cheaper and easier to eat at home. I can go to a UT game, but again it's cheaper and easier to watch it at home. I guess I'm kind of cheap and lame. But it's not so much that I don't like going out, it's more that I also enjoy staying home. It's a nice change of pace when someone comes to visit and you go out and do more things than you'd normally do.
Anyway here is a fun little story for Rex's last night here. We went to a UT game and then went out to eat Chinese at P.F. Changs. It's one of my favorite restaurants here. They have good fresh food. Anyway by the time we were done eating it was only about 8PM. They say 6th street doesn't get fun until like midnight but usually people saying this were hammered at the time. I believe that 6th street didn't get more fun, it's just their idea of fun became more broad with the consumption of booze. So we went early but I think it was also better because Rex goes to bed at around 11pm and wakes up around 11am. I've also seen Rex drink...it doesn't take long until he is passed out. So we went early and all the crazies were not quite out, still Rex was drunk and done by 9:30. When we got back to my house it was around 10pm, and around 10:30pm Rex was passed out watching a movie with me. When it was over I got up and cleaned up the kitchen a little before I was going to go to my room and watch Netflix on my computer
Rex wakes up from the couch and follows me into the hallway. At which point he asks me "Where are the toolies?" Which I respond, "What?" He then attempts to open the door except he is in an area where there is no door. he is just standing there grasping at the wall with a confused look on his face as to why he can't open the door. He then turns off the light and turns it back on. He then asks "How do I get into this place?" I then clap my hands a few times and tell him to wake up as obviously he is not. He then gets angry at me and says, "Fine! Come on...I have to pee!" He then attempts to open the small door to the house heater. I yell at him again and he says something about toolies again and then eventually finds the bathroom. He then comes out and I ask him if he realizes what he was just doing and he says, "What, forget to flush?" Then suddenly he says, "Whelp, time to go to bed...I am bushed. And instead of going in his room where there is a bed and where he is standing, he walks back into the living room and sleeps on the floor.
Anyway here is a fun little story for Rex's last night here. We went to a UT game and then went out to eat Chinese at P.F. Changs. It's one of my favorite restaurants here. They have good fresh food. Anyway by the time we were done eating it was only about 8PM. They say 6th street doesn't get fun until like midnight but usually people saying this were hammered at the time. I believe that 6th street didn't get more fun, it's just their idea of fun became more broad with the consumption of booze. So we went early but I think it was also better because Rex goes to bed at around 11pm and wakes up around 11am. I've also seen Rex drink...it doesn't take long until he is passed out. So we went early and all the crazies were not quite out, still Rex was drunk and done by 9:30. When we got back to my house it was around 10pm, and around 10:30pm Rex was passed out watching a movie with me. When it was over I got up and cleaned up the kitchen a little before I was going to go to my room and watch Netflix on my computer
Rex wakes up from the couch and follows me into the hallway. At which point he asks me "Where are the toolies?" Which I respond, "What?" He then attempts to open the door except he is in an area where there is no door. he is just standing there grasping at the wall with a confused look on his face as to why he can't open the door. He then turns off the light and turns it back on. He then asks "How do I get into this place?" I then clap my hands a few times and tell him to wake up as obviously he is not. He then gets angry at me and says, "Fine! Come on...I have to pee!" He then attempts to open the small door to the house heater. I yell at him again and he says something about toolies again and then eventually finds the bathroom. He then comes out and I ask him if he realizes what he was just doing and he says, "What, forget to flush?" Then suddenly he says, "Whelp, time to go to bed...I am bushed. And instead of going in his room where there is a bed and where he is standing, he walks back into the living room and sleeps on the floor.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Tex-Rex
I officially have my first visitor, which really makes me feel like I've finally moved away. Even though I've only been living here myself for a few months I find myself bring my friend Rex to all my old haunts...like the grocery store and the gym. Really those are the only two places I frequent, neither of which are good for entertaining guests. I try my damnedest to be a gracious host. His first night here we went down town Austin and watched Esther's Follies. I think it's a pretty good introduction to Austin. It's a quirky comedy show and they also do some magic. Unfortunately they were sold out again so we had to get random seats, which meant we weren't seated near each other. So Rex's first couple hours in Texas were spent with the Johnson family. We also went out for pizza that night. Rex is a vegetarian which makes it that much harder for me to share some of the places I enjoy as most of the places I like serve only BBQ. There is nothing wrong with it but being vegetarian and visiting Texas is a lot like going to Hawaii but not liking the beach. Luckily Austin is rather liberal and has plenty of places that he can eat at...I'm just not sure I want to eat there. I did bring him to the grocery store where I'm almost certain they have food other than meat.
On Saturday night I had some people coming over for a "party" so we needed something to do during the day. He mentioned that he might buy some new clothes. I figured we'd go to the outlet mall in San Marcos which isn't far from my house. I'm not big on shopping or outlet malls, but this is a huge outlet mall and they have a lot of "designer" stores. Rex also arrived in Texas with only a backpack and a jacket...he's staying for 9 days and I think he only brought 3 shirts. So I figured he might buy something. He didn't but it did waste most of the morning. I also bought some much needed sunglasses. We then stopped at a gift shop a mile from my house were he did buy a shot glass, so the day was not lost. We then spent the rest of the day playing some video games and watching TV until the other people arrived.
Sunday we got up and went for a hike with my brother Darren and his two dogs. It was a cold cloudy day and Austin isn't very pretty in the winter. Most of the trees have lost their leaves and the only color is brown. To make things worse we have been in a drought for a couple years and the creek we walked around is completely dried up. So really we just looked at rocks and leafless trees for a couple hours. Afterwards we went out to eat and then watched the Vikings at my brothers house.
Monday I had to work and I took Rex to the Gym. My called the gym and they said they don't allow guests as they are not insured. I then went online to see if there were any offers on there we could use and we found a 7 day free pass. So I took him to the gym and they told us they don't use 7 day free passes that instead they give you the first month free off a membership. Eventually they just let him stay. It just goes to show that if you don't take "no" for an answer people usually give in. After the workout I took Rex to do one of the things on his list. I asked him to make a list of things he wants to do. Unfortunately Rex is strange and came up with an odd list. Here it is:
See live Music
Go to a Barn Dance
Go to a Cowboy Boot Store
Shoot Guns
Frisbee Golf
Tennis
Play Video Games
So I took him to South Congress Avenue which is a growing hipster part of town. Basically if you want to over pay huge amounts of cash for used strange items this is where you go. They also have a lot of little specialty shops and what not. We went to a cowboy boot store where Rex bought another shot glass and a belt buckle. I also learned that if you want to buy cowboy boots from this store be prepared to pay at least $300. I also learned that a "good" cowboy boot will cost at least $1000. Which is another reason you will never find me in a pair of cowboy boots.
Today I don't know what we are going to do. I think we will go play Frisbee Golf and may be some tennis tonight.
Tune in next time for more adventures of Tex-Rex....
On Saturday night I had some people coming over for a "party" so we needed something to do during the day. He mentioned that he might buy some new clothes. I figured we'd go to the outlet mall in San Marcos which isn't far from my house. I'm not big on shopping or outlet malls, but this is a huge outlet mall and they have a lot of "designer" stores. Rex also arrived in Texas with only a backpack and a jacket...he's staying for 9 days and I think he only brought 3 shirts. So I figured he might buy something. He didn't but it did waste most of the morning. I also bought some much needed sunglasses. We then stopped at a gift shop a mile from my house were he did buy a shot glass, so the day was not lost. We then spent the rest of the day playing some video games and watching TV until the other people arrived.
Sunday we got up and went for a hike with my brother Darren and his two dogs. It was a cold cloudy day and Austin isn't very pretty in the winter. Most of the trees have lost their leaves and the only color is brown. To make things worse we have been in a drought for a couple years and the creek we walked around is completely dried up. So really we just looked at rocks and leafless trees for a couple hours. Afterwards we went out to eat and then watched the Vikings at my brothers house.
Monday I had to work and I took Rex to the Gym. My called the gym and they said they don't allow guests as they are not insured. I then went online to see if there were any offers on there we could use and we found a 7 day free pass. So I took him to the gym and they told us they don't use 7 day free passes that instead they give you the first month free off a membership. Eventually they just let him stay. It just goes to show that if you don't take "no" for an answer people usually give in. After the workout I took Rex to do one of the things on his list. I asked him to make a list of things he wants to do. Unfortunately Rex is strange and came up with an odd list. Here it is:
See live Music
Go to a Barn Dance
Go to a Cowboy Boot Store
Shoot Guns
Frisbee Golf
Tennis
Play Video Games
So I took him to South Congress Avenue which is a growing hipster part of town. Basically if you want to over pay huge amounts of cash for used strange items this is where you go. They also have a lot of little specialty shops and what not. We went to a cowboy boot store where Rex bought another shot glass and a belt buckle. I also learned that if you want to buy cowboy boots from this store be prepared to pay at least $300. I also learned that a "good" cowboy boot will cost at least $1000. Which is another reason you will never find me in a pair of cowboy boots.
Today I don't know what we are going to do. I think we will go play Frisbee Golf and may be some tennis tonight.
Tune in next time for more adventures of Tex-Rex....
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