Turns Out I Was Just Really Bored...

We finally have a desk. It is the desk I purchased 6 years ago for the eventual (and hopeful) day I had a house to put it in. So here we are. For over a year, the laptop has either been on the kitchen table, or the couch, or the floor, but now it has a home. Along with the printer, which used to occupy a kitchen chair. I didn't get excited about it until I finally sat down at the desk to see what people were saying about Lost.

Yes, Lost. If you are friends with me on the facebood or follow me on twitter, you know I have what some, including my wife, would call an unhealthy obsession for Lost. I actually tried to explain it to Tyner the other night, but words truly cannot explain it. I'll try here. I have put 5 years into the show. Yes, I began watching a season and 9 episodes after it started. It began in college, when I randomly asked for the first season on DVD based on a few people saying how good it was. It only took me a day and a half to watch it over Christmas break. Then I read recaps online just so I could begin watching by the time the next episode aired (Keep in mind hulu was negative 4 years old.) I would tape, yes literally tape on the VCR, episodes while I was at trivia and then rush back to watch my tape and then debate whether or not the button was real. Here's a hint: I was wrong. Then the next year when all of my friends were watching, it was just a repeat except TiVo had replaced my VCR. It literally consumed me.

Along the way, twists and turns have occurred, and after countless chats with friends and coworkers, Sunday is all that is left. I don't know what to think. Two weeks ago, I was brought to tears when people I had been connected to for 5 years were killed. Tonight while watching I could not sit still, and the revelations were more intense than I could have anticipated. I don't know if I even want to guess what will happen on Sunday, I know I will be wrong. I just want it to end well and have "enough" resolution.

This ended up being way more of a Lost discussion than I had anticipated. I'm sorry.

I was really just excited about the desk.

Where we're going, we don't need roads.

Hello my faithful few, the ol' Zekester is back and better than ever.  A lot has happened since February 15th, let's hit the highlights.

Before we begin, I have to say I could not be more grateful for what the Lord has done for me in my life, I deserve nothing, but I am grateful for everything.

Now we'll start with a follow up to my last post - thankfully I have not given up on the gym!  I have tried my best to get as Fergalicious as I could, and since February 11th ellipticized over 200 miles and have lost 30 pounds.  The Lord has blessed me with the drive, determination, and ability to stick with my goals.

The Lollis' are now officially homeowners.  After 3 weeks of living with the in-laws due to the closing date being pushed back and a week of moving off and on, we're in the house.  Even better news, the internet and cable was hooked up today, so I am one happy fella.  That's right, I said "fella" because I am so happy to not have to watch The Office DVDs 24/7 just to have a little background noise in effect.  The house is great.  It is so nice to have a yard for Betty, 0 flights of stairs to ascend daily, and no fears of disturbing neighbors.

I thought the string of weddings had passed after the Fiscal Year of 07-08.  I was mistaken.  May and June hold 4 weddings, and I am quite excited about them.  So excited I went and got myself a new suit.

I have learned I can tolerate negative people less and less.  There is no sense in being negative, it truly drags yourself and everyone else around down to the ground.  I pray I can find the positive in everything as to appreciate everything.

The 90s XM channel is becoming more and more addicting as each day passes.  Snap! and The Cranberries should each think about comebacks.

These are random thoughts, I know, and while some may seem vain, they are truly to show how the Lord has blessed someone who deserves absolutely nothing in this world.

Thanks for listening folks.  Perhaps the next post will flow better, and potentially be more interesting.

Until we meet again, Zeke Out.

Gettin' Fergalicious

I be up in the gym, just workin' on my fitness.

Ok, I love reading people's blogs about motivating themselves and others, working out, or just feel good blogs.  Generally I do not like writing anything like that because, low and behold, I will end up immediately stopping whatever it is I write about.  However, I will discuss this topic.  I have finally made my butt get back in the gym.  And couldn't be happier.

For 22 years of my life, I was portly.  One day, I just flipped a switch and started working out.  Hardcore.  In about a year I lost 60 pounds.  I maintained the weight loss for about one year.  Then, because of excuses, I gained about 30 pounds back.  I used being busy because of wedding planning as an excuse, then I was in denial, and eventually I ended up getting comfortable.  Hey, Tyner loves me for me, right?  Of course she does, but I don't love me.

2 years ago, I was on top of the world.  I was doing cardio 5 times a week, doing weights a few times a week, and playing any sports I could.  I miss it, and want to get back to that feeling.  So here we are.  I wouldn't say I'm fat right now, but I can stand to lose a few pounds, and by George I'm going to do it.  (Sorry, I'm watching Seinfeld.)  Thanks for riding down memory lane with me.

Now onto the real point of discussion:  My Love for the Gym

I convinced myself I hated the gym, but I don't.  I don't even just like it.  I love it!

The elliptical machine is my best friend.  I love blasting away on it to club music, pop rock, and potentially girly music.  Ok fine, its girly, sue me.  Whatever gets you moving, I say.  I love (sparingly) lifting weights; I'm no muscle head, and generally feel intimidated by them.  I love playing racquetball.  Its potentially the best workout you can get, but I can only play a couple of times a week due to the toll on my knees.

I hate running.

I wish I could run, but I cannot.  In my prime I could do a mile in about 7 - 7 1/2 minutes and that was all my joints could take.  I don't know if I'll start back with it.  I'm impressed by my friends, like Allison, who can run for miles and miles, day after day.  I envy you.  I can do miles on the elliptical no problem, but its not the same.  As long as I'm doing cardio, and not a bike (unless you count spinning) I'm a happy dude.

A buddy of mine has began to keep a count of the miles he runs/elliptisizes/rides this year, with a goal amount for December 31st.  I have no goal amount, however, I do plan on keeping a tally.  The way my little pea brain works, if I can at least do a given amount each time, I feel like I have accomplished something.  So, at the bottom of my posts, which will hopefully come more frequently, you will see the running tally of my mileage (most miles, if not all, will come via the elliptical machine.)

This is a side note, but still about the gym:  Dear Lady who did the elliptical next to me today who didn't wipe off her machine, You're nasty.

Thanks for listening,
Zeker

Mileage*
2/11 - 4.5
2/13 - 4.75
2/14 - 4.75
2/15 - 4.81

Total Miles - 18.81 miles

*I won't bore you with the breakdown after today

Bruce the Quipster.

My father, Bruce, is one of the funniest people I know.  His sense of humor is truly ageless, the things he says are funny now, would be funny 30 years ago, and will be funny 30 years from now.   Here is a gem from my dad over break.

My dad and a friend of his will go back and forth, sometimes getting into heated arguments over little things.  Both are stubborn and rarely open to the other's opinion on certain subjects.  On Christmas Eve, ol' Brucey had been hit with the Christmas bug, a la A Christmas Carol.  He begins to open up and professes:

"You know, every now and then, I sit back and think about us arguing and how trivial it is.  Sometimes I really get to into whatever we're talking about and just blow something out of proportion.  I really should give the guy a break, maybe he's just going through too much.  I should just break down and apologize for the things I've said because there's no reason to argue...but then again, I don't want to let that a**hole win."

Get 'em Daddy-O.

The Cold War Isn't Over...

One day, a couple of weeks ago, a Russian lady came to our office in need of some assistance.  And when I say Russian, I mean all of the phonics in the world could help me pronounce her last name.  Very sweet lady, nonetheless.  I brought her to my desk to get her the help she needed.  During the course of our meeting she states, in a thick Russian accent, "Yeah, I know I need to do this, I have been receiving multiple e-mails from Mother Office here at Clemson..."

I spent the rest of the day fearing she had called the KGB to alert them of my whereabouts.

Email Blogging

Now I can email blog posts from my Gmail straight to my blog.  This will come in handy once I become clever enough to blog on a regular basis.  Until then, I'll just tap away at this computer, at my desk, in my cubicle, in this office looking for life, liberty, and the next thing to add to my Netflix list.

The Zekester 

Words of Wisdom

Both hilarious and deep at the same time, Bill Lollis' (My Grandfather) view on life:

You aren't getting out of it alive.