Archive for May, 2008

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,

Can’t wait to get back home. Sleep in my own bed. Eat my roommates food.

-Dave Q.

When I found this, I thought it was kind of weird. But who else would you rather have a staring contest with? Dick Cheney??

-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.

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