Streak Week

It's hard to believe that it was only 7 days ago when Jim Lundgren showed up in my driveway all winded on his bike while in the middle of a Beverly to Marblehead and back circuit. Jim's buffness and discipline was inspirational to say the least, and Monday late morning I decided to drag my sedentary, overweight, Irish-American advanced middle-aged carcass down the street in an attempted two mile jog.

The jog deteriorated into a waddle almost immediately. Seven days later, with the soreness and blisters to show for it, I have repeated this jog/waddle daily... to various grades of pain and humiliation.

I've had to endure the laughter of friends passing by, a bit of hooting and hollering, having firm hard body young females trot past wishing me a nice day, and a few other degrading and annoying incidents which I choose not to disclose here. But not once, have I flipped the Bird to any of these perpetrators. That should count for something....

Today, with my FB Friends as witnesses, I extend the Streak to 7 days in a row. There will be no mention of speed or Lbs. lost for the time being, because those things would probably get my ego in gear and cause me to step things up. Past track team glories can not be recalled at this crucial juncture as the need to take things slow and steady is paramount in an effort to avoid blowing out a knee, or pulling a calf muscle.

I appreciate all of the likes and comments I've received and I'm not even pissed at Lundgren. After all this is not my old college roommate, Robert Towne, running an off road ultra-marathon, or Grade and High School classmate, Christos Laganos, hiking the Appalachian Trail. This is a two mile Waddle/Jog, with a capital WAD.

Day 6 of the Streak

I feel like I've created a Monster. MOAM Style.
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Last Monday, maybe to take the pressure off of the Nanepashemet Telecom pace, and maybe because I was impressed by the biking of my old friend, Jim Lundgren, I went for a 2 mile jog, that was definitely more waddle than jog.   Naturally I noted the event in Facebook.
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And I repeated this for the next four days, creating a streak.
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The remarkable thing here is that I haven't hurt myself.   Normally over the years, I've been injured in these comeback attempts because I would tend to push or extend the mileage, then I would throw out my back or something.  
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But the great thing here is that I feel just like I did when I first started a cross country season in school... real sore and with blisters on my heals.   This is attributed to taking things nice and slow.... accepting the fact that I look like an out of shape blob waddling down the road and not trying to relive past glories.
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Posting the streak of workouts in Facebook has created a whole new dynamic.  It's a great incentive to continue and hopefully create a habit of getting out and sweating off 500 calories or so every day.  Putting yourself out there is a risk of greater embarrassment by breaking the Streak in front of my FB Friends.
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Today is Day 6 of the streak.... a little Saturday yardwork, then a run before getting ready for Kelsey O'Shea's graduation cookout.  If I can keep this up

Lobster Roll

To my friends who like to make fun of my fishing ability.... fair enough.

But Nobody can mock my prowness in pulling lobster traps, and then converting the catch to a grilled and buttered Lobster Roll roll.

Late Summer Work Week

It was a hectic week but we got everything filed by the close of business Friday.   So the weekend is open for a little kicking back, which I'm going to do.

Grandson Will wants to pull lobster traps and that will set the agenda for today ending with a cookout this afternoon.   

Once again, the summer is slipping by.   During a site survey in Hampton Falls Wednesday, I saw trees beginning to change.... always a depressing sight in August.

Reincarnation Rationalizing

Reincarnation.
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I've been thinking about it lately.
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For some reason, I keep thinking that the hostility with the Muslim world and Western Judeo-
Christians is routed in the Crusades and the atrocities perpetrated on both sides in this first global confrontation.
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Could it be that we are playing out issues that began in those ancient times by souls that faced each other in combative situations and are continuing the fray in our present incarnation?
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YouTube is replete with examples of past life evidence and I bet most people have circumstances in their lives that can best be explained by experiences in a past life with manifest itself in our present life.
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When I was in junior high school, I was a whiz at geography and history.   Suffice to say that I was easily the top student in the school at these disciplines and I had no idea why I knew some of the stuff that I did - especially in geography.   What was the capital of Australia?  Canberra.   What was the capital of the province of Newfoundland?   Why St. John of course.   How the hell did I know this stuff off the top of my head when  I never studied about these localities up to that time in the 8th grade?  I used to scratch my head when I would give these correct answers coming out of my mouth.
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Fast forward to a couple of years ago when I was at a psychic reading and the reader told me that I had been a merchant marine in my last incarnation and had extensively traveled all over the world.  Course this is no empirical proof but it gave me a little explanation as to my affinity to intuitively know stuff about geography and also gives me some insight about my love for the ocean and boats.
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Who are we?  Why are we here?  These are the unanswerable questions.  But the fact is that we are here, and the increasing evidence is that we have played out these lives many times before.

Bluetooth Typing

Picked up a Bluetooth keyboard from Brookstone.  This may speed up blog posts on iPhone exponentially.  I hate using the built in text keyboard, but this could revitalize things.

Weak Week

There you have it.
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A whole week without a post.
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Two reasons mainly.
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The first is that Nanepashemet Telecom is on fire... reaching critical mass to expand... picking up new 1st Tier customers and adding staff.  Our need to bust out of the starting blocks and get a lead on our competition is succeeding, but not without some side effects.... namely working to exhaustion and leaving no detail unattended.
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The second is that when I finally get a second to unwind at night, the last thing I'm going to do is to get back on the Web after a day full of spreadsheets, email and databases.  So I've been playing my guitar and actually learning some cool SRV licks....and to be truthful, I've had a breakthrough in my understanding and ability with the guitar.

No, I won't be jamming with the dudes or sitting in on a coffeehouse session, but for personal satisfaction and letting out a little artistic expression, I'm pretty happy with the result.

So much of music is chords, scales, circle of fifths, practice for muscle memory, rhythm.  Each requires its own discipline and awkward practice.  Then when it all starts to come together and make sense from a subconscious level, it is really cool to behold.  I'm kind of getting to that point and experienced it a little this week when I shut down the Nanepashemet factory for the night.

And I can't see a break in sight on the routine.    We have a year's worth of backlog work and it's all on a tight schedule.   Next week, one of the largest 1st tier carriers wants to meet with us to discuss our construction resources, so things will get a lot more hectic than even the current situation.

But if we add that additional major customer, we will be adding substantial staff, buying trucks and equipment..... all of the overhead stuff that I swore that I would avoid when I started this company.

Peeps.... you have to go with the flow.   When the stars align, it's almost like you have no choice but to be swept along in the current.

Molted Lobster

 

On Friday, I finally got around to pulling the lobster traps, and caugt a modest three lobsters out of the five traps that I have dropped.

   

So when I pulled the keeper trap to check on them today, I found three "live" lobsters and one dead carcass.  How the hell did a slightly larger lobster get into the closed keeper trap?   But when I grabbed the newcomer to put elastics on his claws, my grasp  almost penetrated his pliable soft shell, and the elastics would have crushed his claw.   

Then it dawned on me that the dead lobster was not dead at all, but was the discarded shell of a molting.

Pretty cool.... The new softshelled critter in the trap was definitely a size larger than the lobster that I boated a day ago.

Mike and Carlos

A Focus on Priorities

Blogs go unposted.... lobster traps go unpulled.... no exercise.... no fishing.....
This is the price to pay for winning that freaking big carrier contract.
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Here's the thing Peeps.
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We don't do anything better than our top competitors in this wireless industry.  I can say confidently that Nanepashemet Telecom is one of the best.... but that doesn't make us better.   The fact is that this industry is not prone to developing a better process.... everything is dictated by these big corporate giants that we work for, and their own idiosyncratic contractual requirements.
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So the only way that you can prove your worth to your customer.... and garner their attention from competitors who are doing the exact same thing for the exact same customer.... is to respond quicker, work harder, and deliver the professional quality in the end services.   Of course, it helps to be a Mountain of a Man in this situation.
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But, at the beginning of this contract....  it is balls to the wall to deliver service completion as fast as possible.
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That doesn't leave time for much else.... especially with the events on the weekend concerning Kate and Brady's upcoming nuptials.
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So if I have neglected this Blog.... I'm painfully aware of it.... but there's not a damn thing I can do about it for the next couple of months or so.
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Course, if I could get paid for posting on this pathetic Blog, then it would be as good as Nanepashemet Telecom is... which is pretty damn good.

It's a Boy!

Weiner is a Weenie.

Does anybody really care about this Whackjob  Dem, Anthony Weiner, who wants to be Mayor of New York?  His wife is an idiot being mentored by Hillary Clinton, the original Tammy Wynett despite her protestations, and he doesn't seem to bring any credentials to the table outside of incredible bodacious behavior.
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Yet the national press is all over this story, especially since his phone sex partner decided to claim her fifteen minutes of fame.
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Let's face it... the interest is in his prurient behavior... his propensity to show and talk about his private parts to hapless bimbos in cyberspace.  Because he is stupid enough to run for Mayor, and his wife is witless enough to schlep for Clinton, the press is having a field day.... not to mention that his name is Weiner.
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Seriously Anthony.... what is your  aim in running for Mayor of the most important City in the world, other than mindless egotism?  Even Nancy Pelosi has called you "Clueless".
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When Pelosi thinks you're stupid.... well, it doesn't get any lower than that.

Traitors for Hire

I get a kick out of the Obama administration being enraged over this little piseant traitor, Edward Snowden.

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The real issue here is the incompetency of this administration.
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How did they give an asshole like this complete clearance to top secret security information of our nation??????.  They paid aid this high school dropout six figures.  
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Who did the background check? ... Who did the hiring????....
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Those people should be prosecuted just as surely as this  misguided little Dink.
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The Obama administration continues to amaze with it's lightweight incompetence.   They seem to be way over their head, and their first response is usually obfustication and lying.  Hilary Clinton is the poster child with a background that includes denying that her husband the President received a blowjob from an office intern by calling it a "Vast RightWing Conspiracy."

But back to the present... This little dipshit Snowden.  They focus the blame on the Moron, and ignore how the Moron was put in that position by their own stupidity.

God Save the King

The heir to the British throne was born today amid much gushing by the American media.  I kind of think that Liberals must secretly yearn for a Monarchy.... Where someone is ordained by God to take care of everyone in the Kingdom.

We forget that the American tradition of democracy and equality inherently rebelled against a societal structure that revered you for what loins you had sprung from rather than your character and abilities.

To the credit of the British, they seem to have come up with a unique system that celebrates the royal birthright while negating any royal governing authority.  They have a pretend system that maintains a false system of class which seems to be coveted in their former Amercan colonies, especially by the Liberal media.

Happy Event

katelyn's wedding shower at the Boston Yacht Club came off without  hitch yesterday.

My strategy is working.

Nuptial Necessity

Tomorrow is Kate's wedding shower, and the rituals will now commence... Ending with the final consummate event at the end of this summer.

Here's the deal, Peeps....

I'm going to enjoy the crap out of this entire process...and there is nothing that any asshole can do which will deter me from my state of perfect contentment.

So if anybody thinks that they can say or do something plucked up and designed to annoy me even a little bit.....you will be sadly disappointed.   The only reaction from me will me a sick and sadistic looking smile as I avoid  any dipshit's attempt at petty aggravation and move forward to the next moment of happiness and contentment.

After September, when I return to my normally vindictive and vengeful persona... All bets are off.

Good Quote

"Peace begins when expectation ends."
- Sri Chimoy

Shuffling the Race Cards

OK Peeps......
It's time for your MOAM to sound in on this Zimmerman-Martin case.
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I've been holding back.... actually not wanting to enter this land of highly charged politically correctness.
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Peeps... right from the start... if you ever find me under you, getting my head slammed into a concrete curb after breaking my nose and  while you say shit like, "this is the day you die".... then I'm going to pull out my Smith and Wesson 380 and bid you a fond adieu.
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I don't care how old you are.
I don't care about what your wearing.
I don't care about your race or country of origin.
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That said.... a jury heard all of the other facts, and found the Hispanic guy innocent.
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Not sure where race fits into this.   And Obama naturally was a Boob to say that Treyvon Martin could have been his son.   So Prez.... your kid was found in school with burglary tools and stolen items.... and was expelled twice in six months????  In fact, he was 200 miles away from his home at the time of the incident which occurred during his suspension from high school.   Looks like you have some serious parenting to attend to if you think that Martin was one of yours..
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This kid obviously had some issues and Zimmerman was stupid to ever get out of his car when he reported this to E-911.  But being stupid isn't a crime.  (Thank the Good Lord).  I don't know how Martin ended up on top of Zimmerman... pummeling him.  I assume the jury and the people in that court of law do and deliberated long on how this occurred.
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To all of those who think this is a racial thing.... I was around when OJ got off after slitting the throats of two white people.   And I was in the room when the Blacks in attendance cheered his acquittal.  Was that racial?    You bet your ass it was.
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This time, two minorities met in a tragic confrontation.   The Hispanic guy got beat up good but lived.   The police didn't charge him initially until the PC patrol whipped this up into an issue thinking it was white on black.   Oh... the guy is Hispanic... what the hell, let's string him up anyway.
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The jury found him innocent after reviewing all of the facts.
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It's too bad all around.  A troubled black kid and a commando Hispanic guy in a sad and tragic confrontation.   Shame on all of the jerks that have used this as an excuse to play an irresponsible race card.

Gesture of Appreciation

The prism in the window put this rainbow right on my Washburn WD10ADE acoustical electrical guitar this morning.
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I think it could be a sign that the Universe appreciates the late night stylings that I wield from this ax.
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Or maybe not.