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I bought my house in the fall of 2003. It is an older home. Some may even call it’s appearance a little “dated”. So I’ve decided to address this issue. Earlier this month I began a project to update my house. The plan is to modernize it. And let me just say that it ain’t cheap. And it’s not easy.
At this point the remodeling is underway. First on the list is the master bathroom. With the help of my family, we have torn down the walls, broken up the tile, and have replaced them both with something far less hideous. Also the bathroom counter top is out and this weekend I will be refinishing the cabinets. No wonder contractors charge a crap load of cash. This stuff is hard work!
I will post before and after photos at some point. Hopefully the remodel project will be done by the end of August. I plan on celebrating with a visit to a chiropractor. 
-Dave Q.
First, my apologies to my loyal readers (Max and Murphy) for not blogging in a while. I’ve been traveling. And it’s hard to focus on the blog when you’re stuck in airports. Moving on…
Feliz Cumpleanos! Welcome to the 3-0 Club! And go to hell if I didn’t spell that in Spanish correctly.
This past weekend we celebrated my good friend Horbi’s birthday. It was good to see him and some other friends I hadn’t seen in a while. He was quick to point out that after knowing him for a few years that this was the first birthday get together of his that I attend. Come on, man. Not my fault your birthday is July 1st. And that you have a habit of planning these things when I’m out of town traveling. Oh, wait. Was that by design? I see… How do you say ‘bastard’ in Spanish?
Anyway, I bought these nice cigars for the occasion. Definitely ‘birthday’ worthy. I’m not sure if they were Puerto Rican, but they were definitely rum flavored. So I figured he would appreciate that. I mean, what else is Puerto Rico about besides rum? Anyone? Mr. Bacardi?…
-Dave Q.
The worst part about taking time off to go out of town somewhere is that whenever I get back home, it takes me a few days to get back in the groove. Like I usually don’t really unpack all my stuff right when I get home. That is usually what I’m pretty bad about. Probably because I’m not a fan of doing laundry and that is exactly where all the stuff in my luggage would go to. Then I have to go through all my mail and pay bills. Something else I don’t want to do.
Also I am having to catch up with what’s what at work. Catch up on emails. See how the Braves and Spurs are doing. Hell, catch up on blogging! I haven’t been doing much of this stuff lately. May has been a busy month. I will be more diligent in my efforts about this. I wish I could blog more about my trip, but it really wasn’t exciting in the least bit. Nothing to write home about. Know what I mean?
But damn it’s good to be home. It’s good to sleep in my own bed. Good to see my family. Good to see my friends. Good to see my dogs (they barely recognized me). It’s just good to be home. That being said, I am going to be hitting the road again soon. So I am going to enjoy some down home time with some passion!
There’s no place like home.
-Dave Q.
I have been really bad about blogging lately. And I know my loyal readers (Max and Murphy) are pretty upset at the lack of material posted. So I apologize. I blame it all on traveling. You see, I’ve been on the move quite a bit lately.
Right now I am in Orlando for work. Mickey Mouse land. And it has pretty much sucked. I am working at a hotel and convention center on Disney property. Yet, my first visit here has been less than “magical”. Lots of work. Little sleep. Muggy weather. Mediocre food. But I did see Donald Duck perform a wedding ceremony. No joke. Cool and disturbing at the same time.
But you know what? It’s all worth it, especially when the Spurs pull off a Game 7 upset victory!! As tired as I have been, that win last night completely recharged my batteries. So things are looking up. Not to mention another day here is another day closer to getting back to San Antonio.
Right now things are much slower for us. Proof being my buddy just got mad at me because I didn’t continue playing his game on his laptop when he got called away, resulting in his pirate ship getting destroyed by an armada. Thanks for that, www.flash-game.net.
Can’t wait to get back home. Sleep in my own bed. Eat my roommates food.
-Dave Q.
Wow. These days I haven’t been feeling so hot. I have a list of nagging injuries that won’t go away. Kind of feel like I was in a car accident. I hope I didn’t jinx myself by thinking that. Anyway, let me run down the list for you…
- Bum right shoulder (which I continue to aggravate by playing softball)
- Gimpy right ankle (the one that I sprained back in ‘05 and never let heal right)
- Pinched nerve in my neck (I’m not a doctor, but I’ve heard people described pinched nerves before)
- Sore lower back
- Achy knees
- Bruised chest (another one from softball when I forgot I had a mitt on to catch the damn ball)
So with all that, I think it’s enough to say “I’m hurtin’!”. And to add insult to injury (get it?), I am not sleeping very well, either. Everytime I roll over, I wake up from the pain from my neck and shoulder. Yeah, it sucks.
After a closer analysis, I realize that almost everywhere I have pain is on the right side of my body. Which means half of me is ok, while the other half is in agony. And of course this makes me half the man I used to be. Ok, enough whining. Let’s get on with the healing.
And don’t tell me to take some medicine. I’ve been popping ibuprofen like they were skittles. I am probably immune to Advil now.
-Dave Q.
I got the following text from my good friend Nick:
Nicholas Abel Zuniga
DOB 4-29-08, 12:37pm
6lbs, 11oz., 19″.
Mother and child are doing well. Dad is a bit giddy. You see folks, this is Nick’s first child. And I know through the years I’ve given him crap about various things that he does that are flat out wrong. Like his fantasy football picks. And the fact that he idolizes Ricky Martin. Not cool, man. But if there is one thing I have no doubt he will excel at, is being a father. So congrats Nick. I have no doubt you will handle fatherhood with grace. Well, at least more grace than your jump shot. And that won’t be too hard to do.
-Dave Q.
This is my friend Jen. She emailed me this pic of her. Check out that right eye. Ouch! And check it out a different pic here. That’s a pretty good shiner. Ironically, she is from Shiner, TX. And therefore bleeds Shiner beer. Weird.
Now I can only imagine what happened to her since I did not get an exact description of events that led to this. And trust me, I can imagine a lot. So here it is. My Top Ten possibilities on how Jen got a black eye:
- Face planted while skateboarding.
- Let her guard down while boxing a kangaroo.
- Wore Obama gear at a Hillary rally.
- Tried to take candy away from her 1st graders.
- Attempted to act out a seen from the second Jack Ass movie.
- Someone told her chicks with black eyes are sexy.
- Got in the way of a football pass, Marsha Brady style.
- Bar fight with soccer hooligans.
- Walked into wall.
- She plays softball, so…… she probably talked too much trash after a game.
These are just theories. We will probably never, ever know the truth about what happened to Jen. I am pretty sure it’s one of the above (leaning towards kangaroo). But if there is a realistic scenario I haven’t considered, please let me know.
And yes, I’ve thought about straight up asking her what happened. But judging by the beating she took, she probably has no recollection of the past couple of weeks. Poor girl.
-Dave Q.
Let me tell you about stress. I don’t exactly deal with it gracefully. When stress hits a certain level for me, I kind of shut down. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I don’t want to be around people. I just want to be left alone. And right now I have enough of that stress to be entering that phase. All by my own doing.
The worst kind of stress is when you are stressed out by your own actions. There are plenty of times in life when you have things coming at you left and right that you have no control over, and thus causing you some headaches. But at least you have someone else to blame for that. Right now, all my stress is self-induced. And I absolutely hate myself for it. I find myself asking ‘How did you let this happen?’, ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’.
I have a trip for work coming up at the end of April. And right now I’m looking forward to it. It will get me out of town, and I need that badly. A friend of mine tells me I am running away from my problems. Maybe I am. I guess we all have our ways of dealing with this stuff. Like I mentioned before, I am not exactly graceful with this.
-Dave Q.
