Archive for the ‘Life’ Category
This isn’t me complaining about my shoulder. This is me telling you how I’m going to fix my shoulder so no one has to ever hear me complain about it. I am going to start physical therapy on Monday. I went to the doc and I was diagnosed with “Multidirectional Instability“. He explained to me what it was, but it sounded like gibberish at that point. All I know is that it hurts, I don’t need surgery, and after about a month of physical therapy, I should be feeling better.
As a bonus, the clinic where I will be going for physical therapy 3 times a week is extremely close to my parent’s house. So if all goes according to plan, I can go do the physical therapy thing, then go visit with my folks, and then go running at the track with my Dad. The perfect plan. Perfect I tell you! Perfect!
Except for one thing…
Beginning in October I am going to be exiled working out of another office for a month. That office just happens to be on the other side of town. So it looks like I will be taking a loan out to pay for gas that month. It’s going to be ugly. I better start bringing Lean Cuisine to work, or find any other super cheap lunch alternatives. So if anyone has been dying to take me to lunch in recent memory, I think my October schedule is looking pretty clear! 
-Dave Q.
It’s hard to believe that it’s been 6 years since 19 psycho-paths murdered nearly 3,000 innocent people from all walks of life on American soil. Without a doubt the biggest world event of my life. As much as our government has done to prevent such a catastrophe from happening again, I have to say that I don’t take comfort in the fact that we still haven’t killed Osama Bin Laden. And it pisses me off every time I hear about another American losing their life in that hell hole known as Iraq. However, I do take comfort that the 19 ass-clowns that hijacked those planes are now hanging out with the likes of Jeffrey Dahmer and Hitler. And I do take comfort knowing that our brave men and women in uniform are out there fighting for our rights to be free. I have nothing but respect for those that wear the uniform. I just want their safe return as much as I want them to kill those motherf@#%kers!
September 11, 2001 will forever be one of those days in life that you will always remember where you were and what you were doing when you first got word of the horrifying events that were going down. I remember being in class and my buddy Jay calling me and asking me if I heard that some idiot flew a plane into the World Trade Center. I was thinking a small Cessna took a wrong turn. Damn was I off.
So I would like to say now that those who lost their lives that day (with the exception of the 19 pieces of shit that did this) that from a personal note I will never forget. And I will always be thankful to the brave passengers on Flight 93 that fought back against those assholes and potentially saved innocent lives. Frankly, that’s what being an American is all about. The chips were down and those passengers knew they were going to die, but that didn’t stop them from doing the right thing. That my friends is the American spirit. God bless them.
-Dave Q.
So I’m in New Orleans for my buddy Chase’s wedding. Here’s the odd thing about this, Chase is already married. You see, Chase’s wife Yvette is from New Orleans, and their plan was to get married here 2 years ago, but due to a major event, they had to postpone the ceremony and get married by a judge. If you do the math, I’m sure you can figure out what devastating natural disaster hit this city 2 years ago.
I have seen certain areas that are still in the rebuilding process. But the French Quarter and Bourbon Street look just as unsanitary as they did when I was here 3 years ago. So I guess things are progressing nicely. The gambling at Harrah’s seems to be just fine. At least they haven’t forgotten how to take my money.
I did have a bit of bad luck. When I arrived to my hotel they told me that they moved me because they had a sprinkler malfunction and about 30 rooms got flooded. Nice. So I’m in a different hotel than I expected. And I’m not happy about it. At least they have free wireless.
Anyway, I’m heading out. I’m going to get a bite to eat and to meet up for the rehearsal. And then the rehearsal dinner. And then I have to get Chase plastered. We all have our burdens.
-Dave Q.
So I played softball last night. And we got our asses stomped. You see, this particular team I play on, made up mostly of high school coaches, has a lot of heart. Talent, on the other hand, is not so plentiful. So after two innings bitch-slapped 19-2. Seriously. You’d think they would invoke some kind of mercy rule, but we weren’t that lucky.
Anyway, during the last half of the inning, where the opposing team scored the bulk of their runs, and for what seemed to me to take an eternity as a camped out in left field, the batter popped the ball up between me and the shortstop. As I’m running in, and our shortstop, Jaime, is running out, I hear one of the guys on the opposing team yelling “I got it! I got it!”, in an effort to distract us. Well, for starters, neither one of us were going to reach the ball. It’s not like either of us got under it and were just waiting for the ball to fall in our glove. But seriously. They were up 19-2 and some douchebag on the other team was yelling “I got it”? WTF? What kind of guy does that? Probably the same kind of guy that would have dressed up like a woman to get off the Titanic.
That to me is the definition of “Bush League”. When you do piddly little things like that to show your lack of sportsmanship, you are definitely the kind of person that will slide into second base with your spikes in the air to make sure the GIRL can’t complete the double play. Not caring if they injure her, of course. To make matters worse, the league we play in is a rec league. A “beer” league, if you will. Not competitive in the least bit.
No doubt the jackass that yelled that used to beat up 2nd graders when he was in 5th grade. Because he obvously can’t play with the big boys. Loser.
But we definitely played like 2nd graders. No defending that. Final score was 22-9.
-Dave Q.
My nephew turns 9 years old on Saturday. So since the contents of this blog are mostly inappropriate for kids, I can safely assume he’ll never read this. So with that being said, he will be receiving a birthday card from me any time now with a Best Buy gift card. Kids these days know what they want. And if I were a kid, I know whatever I would want could be found at Best Buy. I’m betting on a video game, personally.
Can you imagine growing up today? With all the technology around you? No wonder why my niece and nephew are so damn smart. And I’m not just saying that because they are family. I don’t interact with a lot of children, but the ones I do interact with know so much more than I would ever expect. They are exposed to technology from every direction. How can they not be smart?
So Happy Birthday Matthew. Number 9 on my count. I hope you have a great one. Make sure you milk it as long as possible! And thanks again for doing my taxes this year. Smart kid, I tell ya.
-Dave Q.
My shoulder hurts. It’s been hurting me consistently now for over a month. I know I hurt it playing softball. And I have yet to go see a doctor about it. I’m a friggin’ idiot. I know.
I hate going to the doctor. I know it’s a good thing to do, but there is just something about the visit that is, shall we say, less than pleasant. And I’m not going to lie, my biggest reason for not going to the doctor yet is pure laziness. I tried to make an appointment today, but I got distracted. I was trying to look up my doctor’s phone number on the internet, and then the rest of the internet got in the way.
So, back to me being an idiot. I have a softball game tomorrow night. And I plan on playing, pain and all. So I promise not to complain about the shoulder anymore. Hopefully it will heal after the season ends. There are only 3 games left and we’re in first place, and I really want the high quality t-shirt we get if we win it all.
-Dave Q.
That special time of year quickly approaches. You know what it is. And you know I know you know what it is. Damn right! Football season! And along with it comes all the trash talking, season ending injuries, and shattered dreams generated by something called FANTASY FOOTBALL.
Today I set up my league on Yahoo! and sent out my invites. If you could see my list of invitees, with the likes of Richard Wollney, Scott Soeder, and Nick Zuniga, just to name a few, you might think I was intentionally stacking the league with people who have no chance at winning, and therefore automatically crowning myself champion. Not true! On the contrary, the people I’ve invited possess the greatest football minds of this century. For example, word on the street is that Curtis Martin will be drafted number 1 by the so cleverly named “Rehab’s For Quitters”. So the bottom line is, they know what they’re doing. It will truly be an all out battle. Like the Russian chess player against the supercomputer. Except a couple of these folks are playing with Commodore 64s. And they ain’t Russian.
So I look forward to the Fantasy Football draft. And all the trash talk. And all the lopsided trade offers I’m sure to get. And all the Vince Young Wonderlic score jokes I’m going to make. But as much as I enjoy winning, it’s all about having fun… winning. As long as someone reminds my Puerto Rican brother Horbi that this is Fantasy Football and not Fantasy Futbol (he already had his eye on drafting Ronaldhino), and as long as someone reminds my buddy Jay that I know more about his lousy Dallas Cowboys than he does (remember when you told me your precious Cowboys would never pickup a piece of crap like T.O.?), then win or lose, it will be a good season. But I am going to win. Lord knows I’m due.
Let the trash-talking commence…
-Dave Q.
If you can read this, then somewhere, somehow, a Systems Administrator is to thank. And for that reason, the last Friday of every July has been dubbed as Sysadmin Day. Hmmm. So today is the 8th annual SysAdmin Day, isn’t it? Maybe you should go find your IT people and shake their hands. Give them a pat on the back. Make out with them. 
What is a Sysadmin? According to sysadminday.com, it’s someone who takes care of computer systems, phones, network, servers, backups, desktops, etc. So with that in mind, I salute anyone of these fine folks who handle the day to day headaches users cause them. Leading myself to personally invest in Extra-Strength Advil.
So far today, no one is showing me or Horbi much love. I haven’t heard from Brian, but no one usually shows him love anyway. I’d like to think it’s because very few people know about the significance of this glorious day. So get the word out. It’s in your best interest. Trust me.
Your IT department can do so much for you. I would imagine that the ones that remember to take care of their IT folks on this day would surely jump to the front of the line when it comes to taking care of their issues. Just a thought. And IT teams have great memories, so if you do (or don’t) show them some appreciation, they’ll remember.
Free advice: Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
Happy SysAdmin Day, brothers!
-Dave Q.
