How Did I Get Here?

Tuesday

Hot.

Sore throat.

Completely exhausted.

This is how I woke up and there was little doubt what this meant: no going in to work for this cowboy. As one of my readers put it, now you know the way to take out a Marine: the common cold.

To be fair, I don’t think it was the cold. I think it was the flu and thank goodness I took the flu shot because I would hate to go through what I went through today. That would suck.

I wore out a path between my bed, the bathroom, and the computer, spending about equal time at every location.

What did I get done other than never getting out of my PJs? Well, I caught up on updating my 20 year high school reunion page, my wife’s 20 year high school reunion page, caught up on some email, inputted some of my books into LibraryThing, and sorted out all the domains I pay for.

Come to find out that not only do I own grose.us but also marinebootcamp.us, semperflashback.com, and cigarmarine.com. The last three I haven’t exactly done anything with yet but I’ve been making plans for years.

The “marinebootcamp.us” was an attempt to start a site where bootcamp buddies could reunite but I sat on that idea too long and it pretty much got gobbled up by www.togetherweserved.com. See what happens when you hesitate?

The semperflashback.com was an idea I had to host my Flash cartoons. Kind of like Sempertoons but using Flash cartoons. I didn’t get very far on that one either but I still have high hopes.

The cigarmarine.com is a secret present that I started for the Popaditch family. I was going to transfer the pages I made to that and then give it to them together with the email addresses, show them how to use it, and even serve as their webmaster if they wanted me to. I still plan to get on that but I stalled after the initial idea last summer.

Here was something that came as a surprise: I am allowed 30 GB storage for my site but the new joins, I noticed, get 300 GB. I called POWWEB and they were more than happy to upgrade me for free but the thought hit me that you had to ASK for it. It wasn’t automatic.

The same deal with bandwidth: I got 100 GB per month but if I asked, they would bump me up to 3000 GB per month. I don’t think I will be exceeding that any time soon.

Neither was a real problem before but it kind of irked me that I had to ask for the max. And of course I wanted the max because…well that’s just the kind of guy I am.

Enough geek talk, let’s turn to my other passion: running.

I have mixed emotions about this sickness thing. On the one hand, I’m sick. Duh! That means my body is weakened and trying to fight off whatever nasty is floating around inside of me. This isn’t good since I have a marathon on Sunday.

On the other hand, I am being forced to rest. I am unable to run which most people in the know would consider a good thing. I’m constantly being advised to taper, take it easy, rest up before a marathon. But I always seem to do better, or at least feel better on marathon day, when I keep my running schedule (Mon, Tues, Thurs) even the week before a Sunday race.

The worst thing about all of this is that I seemed to have passed this to my beautiful daughter. She came home and within an hour was curled up on the couch in a blanket. A few hours later she was burning hot to the touch and spent the entire evening in her bed.

Ravage me all you want you bastards but leave the girl out of this.

I guess the last thing I’m obligated to blog about is the puppies. My friend owns two puggles and she asked us to dog-sit them until Sunday. The kids are staying behind to watch them while Carrie and I go to LA but we will have them until then.

If you’ve never seen a puggle, they have to be the cutest things on earth. A puggle is a cross between a pug and a beagle.

We are watching a black one and one that pretty much looks like a miniature Buster. The brown one is named Jersey but my daughter has dubbed her Stickerbell due to her flatulence issues. Alex calls her “Melendez” for some unknown reason but since she gained a bit of weight since we’ve seen her, he’s started calling her “Porkchop.”

Tater is the black one and his names have ranged from “Demon” because of his crazy-ass growl that sounds like any minute little bat-wings will pop out his back and he’ll go flapping off to “Pedro” (from Alex who, again, has no rhyme nor reason for these nicknames.)

They get this behavior from their mother.

I’m gonna go spend another hot, sweaty, sleepless night in bed. And not to good kind either, you pervs.

Free Advice for Today: “Find something that’s important to your company and learn to do it better than anyone else.”

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