Its all Mental

That is what I tell Amy when she says she is cold and I am not. She wonders how I can think it is not that cold. I say smugly, "it is, but is all in your head. "

Have I said how much of an idiot I can be.

Today it is cold. There is no way this is mental. What is mental is me ever thinking otherwise. This morning I got up and weathernet said -15 with windchill -43. I don't know if I have ever been in colder temps. It was so cold I was afraid to start my truck that was sitting outside overnight. I thought the belts would snap and lines would burst. I took Amy's truck instead that enjoyed a night in the garage and is a bit newer than my 14yr old w/ 170k truck. So to my wife I call "take backs" on my stupid attitude on temps.

The Latest

I had a post saved in my draft folder that I have been meaning to put up. I read it and all I was doing was whining about working too much and it being so cold. I irritated myself with it so I am just going to start over.

I got my fist chance to ride the computrainer last night. While I wouldn't say I enjoyed it, it didn't suck. It was immediately clear how weak my legs are and how much I need to get them spinning before February 15th. While I don't expect miracles from the little time I have left I am just hoping not to suffer too bad since so far all I have been doing is not eating Taco Bell. The bright side for turning slow laps though is everyone else gets to sleep a little longer. They will be thanking me at 2am. Besides I don't want to fly myself and all my gear to AZ to just be done riding as soon as I can, I need to make it worth my trouble and enjoy myself right.

The forecast calls for -33 today. Good times.

Awsome

I do need a new place to live.

I am trying...

... to be a "glass is half full kinda guy."

If I am going to be busy at work and spend my after hours and weekends here at least it is now not when it is nice.

Appleton, Wisconsin
Current Observations - 7:45 AM on Thursday 24 Jan 2008 (Local Time)
-9°
Clear
Feels Like-25°

Uhhhhh....

I sat down convinced to write something. Except I have nothing. What does that say about me? What does that say about you? Well, I will try and recap.



I have been working a lot. When I thought I figured out some way to do something physically work got in the way. 12 hour days zap the 5% of motivation I have. I was looking forward to the weekend but worked Saturday instead. I did have Sunday off so I thought I would get outside. Wind chill of -25 and... I don't think so. 12 hour days Monday and Tuesday and I am just trying to keep enough energy to make it through tomorrow. That is really all I have.



On Sunday morning Amy woke up and told me she had a dream the packers lost, and that she had a bad feeling. She doesn't get to sleep during playoffs anymore.

Blog Filler

It is Friday. I dont know what that means to me. After coming back from Jamaica I have been really busy at work. Not much to talk about. This weekend we have no plans for a change. We have been gone or going somewhere every weekend since the weekend before Thankgiving. This weekend will be nice to not have to spend hours in the car. Instead I will spend hours at work. At least I will be getting paid for it.

I really dont have much to say. It is early though and I still might have something come up worth mentioning. We will just have to see at the end of the day.

My least favotire cliche'..."It is what it is." What the...? It is like a double-non-reverso-nothing-meaning.

Good Enough

Thanks everyone for your advice. I now have a plan. Since I only need a little, this will fill my wee appetite to ride indoors without breaking the bank on something I can only motivate myself so far to do.

Excuses and Rockets

I was never a good student. I was a bit of a procrastinator. I put things off and then crammed in the end. Now its time for me to cram but I am having issues as to how. I got to ride in AZ next month and need to get my but in gear. I just don't know how.

I went against all my better judgement and went back to the gym to inquire about a membership. First of all, I hate gyms. Second they wanted 400$ for a yearly membership. I would be willing to pay that if I planned to use it all year but I only need somewhere to go until it is 30 degrees and have an hours worth of light out after work. So 400$ for 2 months max is not going to work. I had a brief thought to try running again but who am I fooling, I hate running and what is that going to do for my cycling legs. I could get a trainer but Amy and I share a 1 bedroom apartment. There is no room and if I do get a chance to ride outside I cant bring a slush muddy bike in our living room when I cant go outside. That might even work but I have two more excuses, I don't have a way to wash my bike and I hate riding the trainer. The only thing I can think of is to buy a shiny new road bike and keep that one inside and use my old one as my beater/ outside bike. That would be a good option but that is a really irresponsible option at this time. So I am out of excuses and options.

I will stop whining and leave you with a funny story so you don't regret stopping by.

Last night Amy and I were having a Crystal Light chugging contest. I was going "chug, chug, chug..." and I made her laugh so hard she shot raspberry crystal light out her nose. So much so that she had to keep blowing her nose to get it all out, and when she was done her Kleenex was pink.

Thanks for stopping by.

Picture Pages

I thought I would go through some of my pictures so people could see a little of our trip. As I went through them I realized there where just a whole lot of us standing in a random place for snapshot. Not really exciting. I sifted thru what I could to not bore anyone.

I know we told everyone we were going to Jamaica to get married but really I was hired to model for Red Stripe Beer.

This is what happens when you get paid in beer.

Here is my bride, this picture is to help the get the image of me in my robe out of your head.

No self respecting tourist cant leave Jamaica without this pic. I have one of me also but I would never post it. Too embarassing.

We spent plenty of time here and at the beach.

We were sad to leave.

The End.

The Bartoszuks

Renewed

I know it had been a while since I have written anything. I had to retire the last blog. After I wrote Pudges story I didn't want to write anything else. I wanted to leave it as it was.

Now that Pudge is gone and Amy and I are getting married it was only fitting to start from scratch.

I am going to try something with this blog. I am going to invite some of my other family to read this. I kept my mom away from the last one since I didn't want to edit it for her sake. This time I am going to keep the rants to a minimum and hopefully not send her to bed crying thinking she did a poor job raising her sons.

Speaking of my mom, she made an interesting comment to me the other day, she said "I don't even recognize your life anymore." She was right. So much has changed in a short period of time.

In October I was a homeowner, trying to sell on my own, with not much luck. I had a girlfriend, Amy, that I was happy to be with but life's obligations were keeping us from moving on. "Someday" we always said.

November came and my house was sold and closed. I went from owner to homeless.

December 1st, without any history standing between us, I asked Amy to marry me.

Pudge wasn't doing well and then I was dog less.

It is January now and I am leaving for my wedding in Jamaica tomorrow. I am going from home owner and single, to engaged and homeless, to married, in less than 2 months.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I am really excited for my future and my future with Amy. Those who are around me know how great she is and how lucky I am. So this is going to be my way to let those who care follow our adventures and read about the history we make together.

I will get back on the blogging wagon soon but don't bother to check back until after the 12Th, I will be getting my share of sun in Jamaica. I should have plenty of pics of me in my swimsuit to share so don't forget to come back.

...and "Hi Mom."