(the misadventures of an expatriate corporate dropout)

Showing posts with label gin in my apron pocket. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gin in my apron pocket. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

nice ass plan. summer's on its way.

Okay. lots of you know I have joined the cult of Tim Ferriss, better known as Mr. 4 Hr work week. I'm just a junior member ... since I haven't figured out my entire reinvention plan ... the part where I only work 4 hours a week and still pay all of my bills. But I'm on my way. Oh and NO, it really isn't a cult. If you know me, you know that nobody's the boss of me ....

A side benefit of following Tim's ventures is he's got a nice ass, so the view is good! (yeah, I said it.)

Well, Tim has a blog, which I also follow ... and guess what? Tim also has some great fitness ideas. So he's let the secret of the great ass out of the bag. He has a fairly reasonable plan for dropping 20 lbs. in 30 days. WITH * ding ding ding * no extra exercise. Check it out. It doesn't look exactly EASY, but it isn't impossible. And there's a free day every week.

I've decided to file this entry under reinvention! Unfortunately, Tim says the cheese fries probably aren't part of the deal. but they got your attention, now didn't they? What do you think of his plan? Is it *doable*? Is this the path to Missing You Already's String?

Monday, April 7, 2008

from chaos, order will emerge.

Before shipping, comes packing. Before packing, comes sorting. Before sorting, comes unpacking. In between all of this, there will be gin. This qualifies for Gin in my apron pocket. Trust me, much lifting, pushing, squatting and sweating are involved. honest! I mean look at the picture. How else?!

I moved to Oregon in 2004. I moved from a 3 bedroom, 2 bath house into a 600 square foot loft. And quickly. So when I moved, I packed two groupings... loft and storage. Subsequently I moved to a 2 bedroomed home in the 'burbs (big mistake, different story). My loft belongings were moved into my new home and my storage belongings were moved into my garage. And there, save for 1 or 2 boxes unpacked ... the whole lot has sat until now.

Now, part of my journey requires unpacking the garage (well wrapped and packed by professional movers ... which means forests of wrapping material). Once a box is unpacked, it must be sorted. So far I have a few groupings ... sell, donate, trash, storage ... and ... ta-DAH ... France. What you see in the picture is the start of this process.

The good news is that after 3 days of sorting, I have 7 large garbage bags of trash. 3 Large boxes of sell. 8-10 boxes of storage. And half of a box France.

Oh and another thing about that picture. It is slightly less than 1/4 of my entire garage. sigh.

I guess it has to get worse before it gets better, right? *shameless plug for reassurance that this CAN be done*