Sorry for my lame arse

Yup. I know it's been a while. We've been BUSY! Let up already. Anyway, Ruth and I are busy working on the crib(s). I don't know where to start, because nothing specific to report, but at the same time, there's always something going on.

Ruth and I are trying to live balanced lives, and since the first apartment (the one we're living in) is mostly free of dust now, that's way more possible. We're taking advantage by preparing - whoops. RUTH is preparing regular meals... Whoops. And Javier, and we're trying to get exercise regularly, and live like sane people. Believe me, it ain't our forte. So Ruth has been running and hitting the gym, and I've been hitting the gym and signed up for a boxing gym. It's pretty cool, but at first I got a little frustrated that they wouldn't let me in the ring (wow, deja vu, just like Detroit, boxing rings that won't let you box, but like you to pay dues and stand there), but finally today I got to at least train in the ring and go four rounds with the owner's brother. Good stuff. Not like actually sparring even, just hitting the gloves and whatnot. But it's a good workout, I don't normally sweat hardly, but there I come back soaked. Four rounds on the jumprope, four on the heavybag, maybe six on the speedbag, shadowboxing two or three, and in between hitting the double ended bag. It's two hours that speeds by, but it kicks your ass. I've been doing that and the weights too, so I'm pretty pleased with my self. I'm trying to lose some weight too (Ruth gave me about 30 pounds for a wedding present), but we'll see about that part.

Check this out though: Ruth has been running. I mean she RUNS. This girl casually mentions to me today that she ran 7 3/4 miles today. I don't know if I've ever run that far TOTAL in my life, and never as fast as her, even when I was chased. I'm just kidding. I never run away, I just get decked and get a concussion. Har har. That (my bachelor party night) was the first time I was ever knocked down, even in Chicago, fighting a pro, when the first row was clearing because my blood was getting on them too much, that sucker couldn't drop me. Ask Carolyn Smith about that. She saw that silliness. What a mess. Great fun. But what a mess.

So our place is looking good, I don't know if there's been many pictures up lately, in fact, I know there isn't. I'll get to it. GET OFF MY BACK! But my Mom and Burt's place is coming along well too, we hired this guy Charlie for 15 an hour. He's okay, kinda slow. I guess he had some medical problems, so he gets tired kinda quick. I put an ad on Craig's list for 9-15 an hour, and got 80 REPLIES in about 6 hours on a sunday night. Honestly, we could do a lot better, but this guy needs this job like we need a person, even though right now it's a CRAZY buyer's market, we're gonna keep him if he doesn't drop the ball or anything. He's older, he needs it, he does okay, and that's that for now. Maybe we'll get someone else to come and pick up his slack when he gets all wored out.

We have the floors more or less done in both places, the sheetrock, the plumbing (no fixtures in in the other place) the wiring (fixtures only in one place), and cabinets and counter in one only. Ruth just put together the cabinets (besides cooking me stuffed cabbage, running 7 3/4 miles and much much more) today, so tomorrow, I'm hanging those suckers. I'm having Charlie start putting in the sockets, and Javier has most of the doors up and is moving on to baseboard and trim.

Okay, now I'm having a rum and coke, and watching the Sopranos. I gotta letcha go.

Yeah, some blog huh? Boring stuff. Oh, last thing. I met Freeman Barr today at the gym, a world champion. From the BAHAMAS. Maybe one day I will spar with him. Then he can knock me on my ass. Until then, my friends, dream a little dream...