I can't say enough bad things about that bus ride. We pull into the station; I get off the bus and say to the driver, "That was a rough one." She said, "Yes it was." And then we laughed and laughed.
By the time I get to work, the sun's out and all is well with the world.
How about those wildfires out in California? That would suck, you have a home, you have a life and then a massive FIRE takes everything away. They say some lost hunter sent up a flare and started the whole damn thing. I bet that guy feels like crap. I don't know if sending up a flare/starting a fire was the smart move -- Apparently not.
I bought a new jacket yesterday. I'm in desperate need of a coat that's perfect for fall yet warm enough to take me into winter, at least for a few months. Something fashionable enough to take me from the boardroom, to the bedroom (I don't know what that means?). I consulted with my friend Paula and we (OK, she hated all my choices and ended up picking it out for me) found my new look.
Bob's new jacket
I like it! Here's the product description:
"The 12-oz. SteelGuard(tm) 100% cotton duck is WearGuard's own wind, abrasion, rip and snag-resistant fabric. Features include convenient multiple pockets, warm quilted nylon taffeta lining and bi-swing action back for easy movement. Has warm 8-oz. polyester fiberfill insulation. Corduroy collar, protective windproof flaps and storm cuffs block out cold drafts. Imported. WearGuard style #1907"
That's cool, right? I'm anxious not to wear my polar fleece thing anymore. When I had dinner with my friend Tiffany recently, I really felt out of place. Note to everyone: polar fleece and dining in a nice restaurant don't mix. I could have gone the leather coat route but I'm not a leather guy. I just don't have the 'tude for it.
So where's everybody been? My message board is a ghost town! I'm not writing this for my health you know! Speaking of health, I was riding the bus last night and I figured that I spend at least 25% of my day being out of breath. I don't have asthma or any ailment like that (Thank God), simply put; I'm grossly out of shape. I have to work on that in '04. For real, '04 is going to be my year. It's not good to be out of breath while riding an escalator. Damn sweet, sweet junk food. And I need to go out more, I don't know if you'd call it depression or an absolute hatred of people but it's hard to hang out with my peers in a bar. Very hard. I have a lot to work on.
I think that's enough for a Thursday. Mark your calendars; tomorrow is the 3rd Year Anniversary of BobBorden.com. 3 years of writing about my daily life, that's pretty cool/funny if I do say so myself.
Have a great day!
All my best,
Bob
