Saturday, November 29, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Big Day
160.5 on the scale, no exercise.
Today is our first "official" all-parties-at-the-table meeting about the divorce. Jo, I and our attorneys meet at the Family Justice center with our Judge Referee for the Initial Case Management Conference.
Sort of a non-binding discussion with the Ref to give him an overview of the parts and pieces of the case.
But it sorta makes it feels more official now, for me anyway.
Then a jam-packed day of meetings after that!
I'll rest when I'm dead.
Today is our first "official" all-parties-at-the-table meeting about the divorce. Jo, I and our attorneys meet at the Family Justice center with our Judge Referee for the Initial Case Management Conference.
Sort of a non-binding discussion with the Ref to give him an overview of the parts and pieces of the case.
But it sorta makes it feels more official now, for me anyway.
Then a jam-packed day of meetings after that!
I'll rest when I'm dead.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Busy Day of Rest
158.5 on the scale, 5.0 miles on the path, 4.0 of them ran, and 150/100.
This morning I slept in to about 9:30, then got up, did the dishes, showered up, then went out for some brunch with Lisa at The Hot Plate.
After she dropped me off, I decided I should go running while there was sunlight and it was relatively warm out, since I've used weather and lack of sunlight as an excuse not to get out for like 4 days straight now.
After my run, I diddled around buying music (6 albums) before showering up again and heading out.
I got a haircut, then I went down to the office to get as close as I could to finishing this gmail migration I've been doing all weekend. I also had some additional things to do like put up a new projector, put up a new projector screen in the kitchen, and put the old projector in there, but I didn't get to the kitchen stuff.
Everything else, aside from the people who had laptops and just couldn't live without them, I did pretty well.
Now, I'm gonna go to sleep.
Night!
I did pretty well, frankly.
This morning I slept in to about 9:30, then got up, did the dishes, showered up, then went out for some brunch with Lisa at The Hot Plate.
After she dropped me off, I decided I should go running while there was sunlight and it was relatively warm out, since I've used weather and lack of sunlight as an excuse not to get out for like 4 days straight now.
After my run, I diddled around buying music (6 albums) before showering up again and heading out.
I got a haircut, then I went down to the office to get as close as I could to finishing this gmail migration I've been doing all weekend. I also had some additional things to do like put up a new projector, put up a new projector screen in the kitchen, and put the old projector in there, but I didn't get to the kitchen stuff.
Everything else, aside from the people who had laptops and just couldn't live without them, I did pretty well.
Now, I'm gonna go to sleep.
Night!
I did pretty well, frankly.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
The Hokey Pokey on Skates
Dunno what I weigh, but probably around 160, and my exercise today was 3 hours of roller skating at The Roller Garden with the boys.
So this morning after making waffles, the boys and I worked a bit on making the basement a kid hangout. The basement is one big unfinished square, with painted cement floors, and exposed floor joists that are pretty low. Like, I have to duck a little to not clip my head in certain places.
Well, Jo was disposing of the old blue furniture which I took to put down there, and we bought a bunch of cheap $2 white sheets from Ikea to hang to make "walls" and to staple across the floor joists to make a ceiling. I've got a big spruce green shag area rug from the old office that has been in storage for awhile that we'll put down there, and with a few more touches, they can have a place to horse around without me saying "stop throwing pillows in the house!" or "Goddamn it, pick up the living room again!" when they're over here. Maybe they can even bring some Legos or something over here to mess it up with.
Anyway, AFTER that, we quick ate some lunch and then hustled our way over to The Roller Garden for their family open skate today. Cory asked his friend Holden to come with us, and we met him there.
On a side note, he'd called earlier to ask me a Very Important Question. He let me know about the concussion he got last week, and that his dad was making him wear a helmet if he was going to go. Holden asked if Cory and Cole could wear helmets too so he didn't feel so stupid. SOO, our entourage (except me) was the only group o' peeps with bike helmets on, but oh well. Nobody took much notice.
We skated for hours, got all sweaty, played a few games, I beat Cole at air hockey, and they had a good 'ol time foolin' around on the floor. See the video below, which I think was the funniest of the bunch that I took today.
That's all for today! Seeya tomorrow hopefully.
So this morning after making waffles, the boys and I worked a bit on making the basement a kid hangout. The basement is one big unfinished square, with painted cement floors, and exposed floor joists that are pretty low. Like, I have to duck a little to not clip my head in certain places.
Well, Jo was disposing of the old blue furniture which I took to put down there, and we bought a bunch of cheap $2 white sheets from Ikea to hang to make "walls" and to staple across the floor joists to make a ceiling. I've got a big spruce green shag area rug from the old office that has been in storage for awhile that we'll put down there, and with a few more touches, they can have a place to horse around without me saying "stop throwing pillows in the house!" or "Goddamn it, pick up the living room again!" when they're over here. Maybe they can even bring some Legos or something over here to mess it up with.
Anyway, AFTER that, we quick ate some lunch and then hustled our way over to The Roller Garden for their family open skate today. Cory asked his friend Holden to come with us, and we met him there.
On a side note, he'd called earlier to ask me a Very Important Question. He let me know about the concussion he got last week, and that his dad was making him wear a helmet if he was going to go. Holden asked if Cory and Cole could wear helmets too so he didn't feel so stupid. SOO, our entourage (except me) was the only group o' peeps with bike helmets on, but oh well. Nobody took much notice.
We skated for hours, got all sweaty, played a few games, I beat Cole at air hockey, and they had a good 'ol time foolin' around on the floor. See the video below, which I think was the funniest of the bunch that I took today.
That's all for today! Seeya tomorrow hopefully.
Coming Clean
Hi.
It is me, Bret. You know, the guy behind this blog.
I know you haven't seen me in awhile, so I thought it only right to sorta re-introduce myself. If you've read this at all in the past, you know that I've been horribly negligent about posting for the past handful of months, aside from little spurts here and there.
Like the road trip, for instance. It is easy to have things I can post about when on something like a road trip.
Day-to-day life, not so much.
It isn't that I don't have things to talk about. I do. I have shit-tons to talk about. But there's a difference between having things to talk about and being able to talk about them.
That's because Blogger, like Facebook, is a public forum. Shit you say on here is shit the world gets to know. If they wanna, that is. But ya know, there are some things a guy may not be ready to have the world know.
A guy such as me likes the world to think he's got his shit in order (at least most of the time). While I'm sure the infrequent -- or more accurately, non-existent -- posts were themselves a clue that perhaps my shit was in fact not in order, I didn't have to reveal the shit itself!
That's the beauty of silence, the sheer mystery that comes along with it.
But there also comes a time when a guy such as me is tired of carrying around the burden of silence. Secrets, while fun sometimes, become heavy heavy things the longer you carry them.
So as it made sense to do so, over time I've let those who's paths I cross most often know of the shit. Mind you, not of all of the shit. I just generally let on that there was shit, and that it was going on, as shit does.
Well dear world, the time has come where the guy such as me is ready to let you know of the shit too.
Lucky you.
So here it is: Jo-Anne and I have separated.
If we're Facebook friends, you may have already gotten a hint. The night of this post, my relationship status on Facebook changed to "It's complicated" when she changed it on her profile.
I'd let Jo-Anne know of my decision to move out before, but shortly after I returned from the L.A. new business trip (mid-September), we let the boys know what was happening and I moved my things shortly after that. I moved into a little (and I mean little) rental house about 4 blocks as the crow flies from our house. It was close enough that the boys could go back and forth on their bikes if they wanted, and I was still right where my life was. I could run and bike the same path, drive the same route to work, hit the same coffee shops, grocery store, and Blockbuster, etc.
I've been very proud of how everyone has handled the separation.
The boys have done well, Jo-Anne seems to been doing alright, and I have been doing well too. I've "nested" and made this tiny little house into my own, painting and decorating and fixing little stuff to be just how I like it. The vibe is really good, and the boys are here with me Wednesday evenings and every other weekend too. Everyone seems happier -- even Cecil (my cat).
It feels like I made the right decision.
Since moving out Jo-Anne has made her own decision too, and we are now getting divorced.
So yeah, that's the shit. Now that it is out there for the world to know, I should be very clear and say that I will NOT be dumping all the details out for the world to see. I am quite sensitive to what should and shouldn't be discussed in a forum such as this, and I have no intention of getting too personal or being inappropriate.
However, now that y'all know what's going on, I can actually start to talk about the things going on in my day-to-day life that would have made NO sense otherwise.
Like, I can take and put up pictures of the Little House and my Craigslist and Ikea -assisted decor. I can talk about whether I have or don't have the boys. I can talk about the frustrations and joys of living in a 530-something sq. ft. house, not having a dishwasher, and doing laundry with a washer and dryer right smack in my kitchen.
God, the freedom!
SO.
This site started as the chronicle of a weight loss plan, has chronicled road trips, rants, random stories and much much more. Now, it'll chronicle a divorce too, as much as is appropriate for me to share anyway.
It is crazy how life changes.
It is me, Bret. You know, the guy behind this blog.
I know you haven't seen me in awhile, so I thought it only right to sorta re-introduce myself. If you've read this at all in the past, you know that I've been horribly negligent about posting for the past handful of months, aside from little spurts here and there.
Like the road trip, for instance. It is easy to have things I can post about when on something like a road trip.
Day-to-day life, not so much.
It isn't that I don't have things to talk about. I do. I have shit-tons to talk about. But there's a difference between having things to talk about and being able to talk about them.
That's because Blogger, like Facebook, is a public forum. Shit you say on here is shit the world gets to know. If they wanna, that is. But ya know, there are some things a guy may not be ready to have the world know.
A guy such as me likes the world to think he's got his shit in order (at least most of the time). While I'm sure the infrequent -- or more accurately, non-existent -- posts were themselves a clue that perhaps my shit was in fact not in order, I didn't have to reveal the shit itself!
That's the beauty of silence, the sheer mystery that comes along with it.
But there also comes a time when a guy such as me is tired of carrying around the burden of silence. Secrets, while fun sometimes, become heavy heavy things the longer you carry them.
So as it made sense to do so, over time I've let those who's paths I cross most often know of the shit. Mind you, not of all of the shit. I just generally let on that there was shit, and that it was going on, as shit does.
Well dear world, the time has come where the guy such as me is ready to let you know of the shit too.
Lucky you.
So here it is: Jo-Anne and I have separated.
If we're Facebook friends, you may have already gotten a hint. The night of this post, my relationship status on Facebook changed to "It's complicated" when she changed it on her profile.
I'd let Jo-Anne know of my decision to move out before, but shortly after I returned from the L.A. new business trip (mid-September), we let the boys know what was happening and I moved my things shortly after that. I moved into a little (and I mean little) rental house about 4 blocks as the crow flies from our house. It was close enough that the boys could go back and forth on their bikes if they wanted, and I was still right where my life was. I could run and bike the same path, drive the same route to work, hit the same coffee shops, grocery store, and Blockbuster, etc.
I've been very proud of how everyone has handled the separation.
The boys have done well, Jo-Anne seems to been doing alright, and I have been doing well too. I've "nested" and made this tiny little house into my own, painting and decorating and fixing little stuff to be just how I like it. The vibe is really good, and the boys are here with me Wednesday evenings and every other weekend too. Everyone seems happier -- even Cecil (my cat).
It feels like I made the right decision.
Since moving out Jo-Anne has made her own decision too, and we are now getting divorced.
So yeah, that's the shit. Now that it is out there for the world to know, I should be very clear and say that I will NOT be dumping all the details out for the world to see. I am quite sensitive to what should and shouldn't be discussed in a forum such as this, and I have no intention of getting too personal or being inappropriate.
However, now that y'all know what's going on, I can actually start to talk about the things going on in my day-to-day life that would have made NO sense otherwise.
Like, I can take and put up pictures of the Little House and my Craigslist and Ikea -assisted decor. I can talk about whether I have or don't have the boys. I can talk about the frustrations and joys of living in a 530-something sq. ft. house, not having a dishwasher, and doing laundry with a washer and dryer right smack in my kitchen.
God, the freedom!
SO.
This site started as the chronicle of a weight loss plan, has chronicled road trips, rants, random stories and much much more. Now, it'll chronicle a divorce too, as much as is appropriate for me to share anyway.
It is crazy how life changes.
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