unexpected side effects of drinking water

So I got a good night sleep last night. This is obvious because my mind has time to think on random things not related to forward motion. My body did wake up at 4:30 this morning though.

It said, “Hey Tim, we got 6 hours of (mostly) uninterrupted sleep! Isn’t that great?”

To which I replied, “Yes, but we’ve got 3 more hours to go. Go back to bed!”

Ultimately my body decided that I really didn’t need that much sleep so I managed to make a lap of the trail at 6:30am. I’ve got a nasty sore throat and appear to be in a fog from a sinus infection I am battling . But it’s amazing how much better you can feel after a good night’s sleep.

I really would like to write a letter to my teenage self about 6 hours of sleep being a “good night’s sleep’. I probably would have upped my 13 hours of daily sleep to 16 or 18.

So here’s my random thought. Julie got me hooked on drinking lots of water. Well, Julie and running. I used to run at lunch in the 100+ degree heat and not drink much in the way of water. A few days of shaking and nearly blacking out got me on the water train.

So we all know that drinking water is great for you. It helps keep you thin, keeps your kidney’s healthy, etc. But I just thought about an unexpected benefit. Due to the volumes of water I drink I go to the restroom about once every 30-45 minutes throughout the day. Which means I wash my hands once every 30-45 minutes. I have to believe that severely lowers my exposure to germs throughout the day.

spurious, ill-conceived conclusion So drink some water, it might work better than a flu shot!


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Kate (http://katiekatworld.blogspot.com)

2007-11-15T02:51:49.000Z

That’s funny. I hadn’t thought about it. I was talking with someone whose mentor her first year said she needed to “reflect” on her need to go pee during class. She said she needed to just sip water throughout the day so she didn’t have to go. Screw your kidneys—dialysis is fun! Okay, that was a random story. Our bathrooms lack soap sometimes. I carry my own wipes and have a bottle of gel stuff. I did get a flu shot (it was free!), but I think the hand washing and such is at least as good for keeping all the germs away. Or at least I hope so!

Tara (http://rabid-fraggle.blogspot.com/)

2007-11-15T03:07:30.000Z

Also if you drink tons of water then your pee has more water in it, and is therefore less smelly. :)

I have seen the future

and it is no sleep.

I used to think I was lucky. I almost never get sick. I have allergies pretty much constantly, but I practically never get sick. So on Saturday night I dealt with Stella vomiting. Then on Saturday night Julie woke up with her. But of course I woke up too. Because I’m a Dad now, and I’m hardwired to shoot up like someone’s applied electricity to my genitals every time I hear the slightest sniffle out of her. Julie handed me to her yesterday morning so she could get a few more minutes of sleep and she immediately vomited on me. I’m really done with being vomited on. Last night Stella woke up every hour just to whimper a bit. I have no clue what that was about, but I got to get up with her.

Because last night Julie and my mom both got the stomach bug. Which is really kind of ironic. I’ve been swimming in vomit for the past few days. If anyone should have gotten sick it should have been me. I was pretty decent about washing my hands, but how good are you going to be when you’re giving your kid her seventh bath of the night at 5am?

And I still have gotten no sleep. You don’t want to be the one who doesn’t get sick. Because you’ll never get sleep again.


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ashley

2007-11-13T18:36:36.000Z

I got that bug too, it was awful. yuck yuck.

kelli

2007-11-13T20:52:12.000Z

That’s dreadful. I’m sorry. Maybe if you do have to get it, it will be after everyone else is better and then they can wait on you hand and foot. But that would mean you’d have to vomit, and there are better ways to get attention, I’m thinking.

running in southeast austin

I’d been wondering where I’d run once we move to Southeast Austin. And if it was possible to get to the hike and bike trail. I found this trail today:

trail map

If they eventually finish building it out it should be really nice. Right now, from what I can discern it’s only about 1/3 done.


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ashley

2007-11-12T17:16:53.000Z

how about jogging to and through Stacey park? That would be pretty far. I LOVE that park.

Tim (http://www.loadedguntheory.com/blog/director/listblog/tim.html)

2007-11-12T17:32:02.000Z

I figured I’d go there for the pools. The travis heights bus runs right by our neighborhood. But I prefer to run as much as possible off of sidewalks and surface roads. It’s hard on your legs.

ashley

2007-11-12T21:20:26.000Z

Oh! I think my uncle walked that trail, even the unfinished parts. I remember him talking about it. I know he took it from Riverside to Oltorf.

sick

This is me right now:

I have had almost no sleep. Last night after we came home from the show Stella began screaming at about 3am. She had vomited all over herself. She has been vomiting every 20-45 minutes since. It’s getting better, but still no fun. I stopped counting after the 7th load of laundry I did. I stopped counting after the ninth bath. I’m very, very tired.

Stella is, as always, looking cute. Cause she’s a big sweety.

Thankfully she’s been fairly easy to keep hydrated. She’s been eating food the rest of us have been eating lately so I don’t think it’s food poisoning. I’m blaming it on the little girl she sat next to on the bus who was sneezing in her face and sucking on her toys.

so why did you choose another house?

So people might be wondering why we choose another house. It all started when we got our close date. We were completely disheartened. It was a month and a half away and we would close the weekend before Christmas. Talk about making a happy event suck. Julie really, really wanted to decorate and have the house nice for Christmas and they completely squashed that goal. And since we could could close on a built house quicker than we could our new house we decided to check the MLS again.

Oh, who are we fooling. We always look in the MLS. It’s our hobby.

On Saturday we were just tooling around looking at some houses in various neighborhoods. Stella had fallen asleep in the car after the play we took her to so it seemed like a good way to let her get a nap in. We ended up over by Agave and decided to tool around. Coming up one of the hills we noticed an open house. After circling 3 times like the creepy, creepy people we are we went in and checked it out. The materials were beautiful. The windows were beautiful. The floorplan often left you shaking your head. But we liked that first house, so we decided to go to the office and see what else they had. We checked out a few more houses. Some we really liked. But none of them had garages (which doesn’t really matter when you’re a one car family, but does matter when you’re a one theater company family). The one we really liked had amazing views of downtown along the entire second story. But you also had to walk past all those windows in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Because the master bedroom was down the hall from the closest bathroom. The designs were bizarre.


And all of the houses would be impossible to store theater stuff. And the schools sucked. And there were no trees (which seemed like it might be a problem with all those windows). But the views. The views were amazing. And the houses were modern. And that’s what we really, really want.

On the way home we decided to check on the house we were building and we asked to go in the models that were just being built. We went in and were just stunned. We really didn’t like it. Being in the modern houses I think we realized it just wasn’t our aesthetic at all. It was so big. Ridiculously big. There was wasted space everywhere. And it was so bland. The outside was cute, but the inside was completely generic. Boring. Nothing modern about it. So we went home and I was a bit upset because I wanted to make the Agave houses work even though I knew it was hopelessly impractical, and we both didn’t really like the house we were building anymore.

Then I guess it was Tuesday that Julie was searching the MLS and found 4 houses in the 78741 zip code that looked promising. An awesome split-level house with a basement (!), two fixer-uper ranches that were cheap, and a house with a ton of windows. 78741 was actually where we originally wanted to live back in 2001. Our budget back then was in the low-100s and the only houses you could get in our price range were those really dicey sub-1000 square foot houses on Montopolis. We wanted to live in that cute pocket neighborhood right next to AMD, but it was ridiculously expensive (or so we thought at the time, now we kick ourselves and wonder why we didn’t sell our kidneys).

We tried to get the realtor who sold our house on the horn, but quickly remembered why we didn’t really like working with him. He apparently was in Vegas and we couldn’t get a hold of him. We managed to get a friend of Julie’s who worked on murder mysteries with her to show us the houses. Which was a great decision. He’s been a great realtor.

So the first house we checked out was awesome. But it was overpriced by about 80-100k. It was a split level built in the sixties. It had a balcony that ran the entire length of the back of the house and that probably had a view of the lake if you cut down the bamboo that had taken over the backyard. Before we went in Jamie (our realtor) mentioned that it was a bit weird. The people were at home and we had just woken them up. We went in and there were two half-dressed 20 year old guys cooking breakfast. One was in the shower. The house had about 4 steps up from the main level that went to all the bedrooms. It appeared that they had covered up the hardwoods with industrial carpet. Industrial carpet with a really nice carpet pad. Really bad remodeling choice. The bathrooms were both perfectly preserved sixties pink bathrooms. Really lovely and with tons of cabinets and counter space. The kitchen and dining room were small, but they opened onto a huge living room with a wall of windows.

We descended into the basement. Julie not coming from somewhere with basements I think was a little freaked out. I don’t think she realizes that the reason I was scared of basements as a kid is that they’re scary. Like caves. The basement had a set of glass doors that opened into the backyard, but mostly was just a big open basement. Then you went up to stairs and there was a laundry room (with chute!) and some storage.

There were tons of cracks, and the place resembled a drug den so I think Julie had a hard time with it. They also wanted 275,000 for it. Which considering we were going to look at 3 more places, none of which were over 225,000, it seemed like a lot of money for a house that needed a lot of work and possibly foundation repair.

But it was a sixties split level.

The second house was a home improvement nuts house. It was baffling. They had walled in their front porch (about a 2’x4’ area), so they could put a reclaimed stain glass door on the outside. So you walked in the stained glass door. Then you walked in the front door, one step later. Really bizarre. The colors inside the house were heinous (ketchup and mustard), but the kitchen was huge. It had two sinks, and two cooktops. There was an apartment with a door to the outside and tacked on bathroom. The living room had beautiful original hardwoods, but they had interjected some ugly tile right next to the doors (like you would with carpet). We went outside and there were still posts for where a back awning had been. The window seat in the kitchen that had beautiful reclaimed stained glass was being held up by 3 4x4 posts that were not attached to the ground or to the seat. But there were also tons of built up brick flowerbeds. And a huge brick grill. We went back in and the master had a fireplace, and a HUGE bathroom with (fugly green and yellow) jacuzzi tub and separate shower. It had french doors that opened into the back yard. Oh, and one of the bedrooms was lineoleum. It was cheap, but it was a lot of work. And it looked like there might be a lot of structural problems. So really it wasn’t that great of a price.

The third house looked great. It had that wonderful sixties slate on the front. It had a metal roof (which we love). The inside was uninspired, however. The kitchen had been remodeled at some point, and you couldn’t have your fridge in the kitchen. You had to keep it in the laundry room. Plus there were monster burglar bars. But that backyard had a wood burning fireplace and tons of storage and the lot next to it (which we could buy for 20k) had a creek running through it. So it was charming as long as you didn’t have to go in the house.

The fourth house I didn’t like the front of.

Still don’t. But we walked inside and it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The floors are a beautiful walnut. They’re in all the bedrooms, halls, and living room.

The dining room and kitchen are tile.

There’s a breakfast nook for Julie’s wonderful 50s yellow table. The house was owned by an artist so there are contact paper designs on the kitchen cabinets and a mural in one of the bedrooms.

The bathrooms are a great mixture of 60s original tile, and modern upgrades. There is a walk in closet that runs the entire width of the master bedroom. I’ve never seen a sixties house with anything like it. It’s HUGE. Julie almost cried when she walked in. The entire back of the house is windows. Including the back wall of the master bedroom.

There is a dog door in the kitchen that leads out onto the grounds. It’s the backyard, but you’d definitely call it “the garden” or “the grounds’. It’s that beautiful. There is a big porch that runs the length of the house.

Then there are built up flowerbeds bordering that. Then the grass is behind that. There’s a beautiful modern fence that had to have cost 10 grand to put in. There are double-wide gates on both sides of the house. The one of the East side is on wheels so you just slide it open. And there’s a stage!

There’s a storage shed with windows (can anyone say playhouse?) that is hidden behind rows of box hedges. The box hedges are awesome. Basically this is the best place to play tag. I want to be a kid again.

We’d always built houses because we thought there was no way we could get a house like this. It’s so amazing. After a tense night Wednesday with the seller’s realtor out of town we got a call Thursday morning that we were in a multiple offer situation. We went for broke. Put in a ton over asking. I think our realtor was looking for us to pony up a thousand or two over asking so he had to talk me down a little bit. But we really wanted the house. I was sick all day. Afraid that the little bit I’d come off the max we could spend would mean the difference between us getting the house. We got the call last night right before we had to go to Julie’s show that we’d got the house. And our realtor is trying to get our money back from Newmark. Which would rock.

In any case. We’re really excited. And we should be in a house by Christmas. And it’s everything we wanted a house to be. Except the kitchen. I have to figure out something to do with that tiny, tiny kitchen.


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M1EK (http://mdahmus.monkeysystems.com/blog/)

2007-11-09T19:22:02.000Z

Your tiny tiny kitchen is about 3 times the size of ours (family of 4). You learn to live with it, although there’s constant complaining.

Tim (http://www.loadedguntheory.com/blog/director/listblog/tim.html)

2007-11-09T19:48:47.000Z

I’m sure I’ll get used to it. But the kitchen in my last house was huge (by comparison, it was not one of those showplaces in a magazine). And the counter space was laid out perfectly. You could easily have about 3 or 4 people working at the same time. If a realtor had asked me what my priorities for a house were, kitchen would probably have topped the list. I’ll probably just put in a free standing island and I’ll have enough space. We don’t want to monkey with that kitchen. It’s too nice the way it is.

AC (http://austinzoning.typepad.com/austincontrarian/)

2007-11-10T20:35:36.000Z

Congrats! Jamie is a good guy. He and my wife used to work together at Big Brothers/Big Sisters. (We’ve seen him a couple of times in a dinner theater murder mystery, but not in the last two or three years. I wonder if Julie could have been in one of them.)

Kate

2007-11-10T23:49:10.000Z

I’m so excited for you! This house is beautiful and so much more fitting for you. I love the gorgeous yard. Maybe if you get rid of the snoozarific gray paint you’ll like the front better. Let me know if you need any help with moving, etc.

success!

our offer was accepted! I’m sure Julie will do a big writeup with pictures. But wooohooo! 78741 here we come!


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Tara (http://rabid-fraggle.blogspot.com/)

2007-11-09T01:24:32.000Z

El Yay!

Kate

2007-11-09T01:42:01.000Z

HOT DAMN! You totally deserve this!

Travis (http://the-holmes.blogspot.com)

2007-11-09T05:59:30.000Z

Corngrats dudes!

biting nails

We decided to put in an offer on a wonderful modern house in South-East Austin last night. Turns out we’re in a multiple offer situation and we just had to submit some crazy high numbers in the hope that we’ll get the house. On tenterhooks. Don’t know what tenterhooks are, but I’m on them.


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ashley

2007-11-08T18:19:06.000Z

I think they are the hooks that they hang slabs of beef from. I could be totally wrong as I have not spent much time on a farm. I hope your bid is accepted! I used to think maybe including a picture of the family making the bid would be cool, I mean, how could someone turn down Stella?!

Tim (http://www.loadedguntheory.com/blog/director/listblog/tim.html)

2007-11-08T18:30:28.000Z

I actually looked it up on wikipedia. They’re the nails they stretch the selvage edge of woven wool across to prevent shrinkage as the wool dries.

Julie (www.juliesdramas.blogspot.com)

2007-11-08T18:30:43.000Z

They’re “tenderhooks”, I believe. They’re used for hanging meat, as Ashley said. Let’s consult Wikipedia. Oops, you were right, but Ashley and I were wrong: Tenterhooks were used as far back as the fourteenth century in the process of making woollen cloth. After the cloth had been woven it still contained oil from the fleece and some dirt. It was cleaned in a fulling mill and then had to be dried carefully as wool shrinks. To prevent this shrinkage, the wet cloth would be placed on a large wooden frame, a “tenter”, and left to dry outside. The lengths of wet cloth were stretched on the tenter (from the Latin “tendere”, to stretch) using hooks (nails driven through the wood) all around the perimeter of the frame to which the cloth’s edges (selvages) were fixed so that as it dried the cloth would retain its shape and size. At one time it would have been common in manufacturing areas to see tenter-fields full of these frames. By the mid-eighteenth century the phrase “on tenterhooks” came into use to mean being in a state of uneasiness, anxiety, or suspense, stretched like the cloth on the tenter. I love Wikipedia. And for some reason, I have this feeling that Tara would have known what Tenterhooks were.

Tara (http://rabid-fraggle.blogspot.com/)

2007-11-09T01:16:56.000Z

Yeah, Tara had no idea what a tenterhook was, or why you would be on one. But now we all know, and knowing is half the battle. Good luck with the house bid!

M1EK (http://mdahmus.monkeysystems.com/blog/)

2007-11-09T16:35:46.000Z

Congratulations. I thought from reading recent posts that you were building a house somewhere?

Tim (http://www.loadedguntheory.com/blog/director/listblog/tim.html)

2007-11-09T16:43:11.000Z

We were. I’ll write a post on it. Short story is that we were building a house because we didn’t think there was anything in Austin that we could afford and that we liked.

arghhhh.... need sleep!

As you know yesterday was the switch into Daylight Savings Time. One of many of our ridiculous concessions to farm staters (who apparently need light to work in the morning, but not at night). Theoretically this means I have a week or two of reduced danger for running into trees on my morning jogs. Which I haven’t run in a week. Because I haven’t slept.

Stella decided last week that she would like to get up at 7:00am rather than 7:30. I’m not cool with that in general. But with Daylight Savings that would mean should would be getting up at 6:00am. If she woke up at 6:30am I would just take her running with me. But 6:00? No sir.

With that in mind we spent all day yesterday engaged in Project: “Keep Stella Awake”. We went to the mall during her nap time. At the mall she proceeded to run around stores for about 2 hours straight. Really. Considering that previously the longest she’s run is about ten feet, this was pretty shocking. We lapped Express about 20 or 30 times in the time it took Julie to try on 3 pairs of jeans, and we lapped Macy’s three times. Any time she tired Stella sat down on the base of a clothing rack and patted next to her for me to sit down. She doesn’t quite grasp yet that I can’t sit under the clothing.

We eventually got home. Had many meltdowns. Had many more meltdowns. Baba and Grandaddy came home and gave Stella a bath and put her to bed at 8. Which meant that Stella stayed up an extra hour and didn’t have a nap. We were successful at keeping Stella awake.

Then at 12:30 last night Julie woke up with severe stomach pain. Which meant no sleep until 1:30am when I ended up taking out a bag to the trash and finally getting back to sleep.

Stella slept until 7:20 this morning. So mission successful.

But I still want some sleep.

take your child to the theater!

We took Stella to see Second Youth Family Theater’s production of “Wiley and the Hairy Man”. We were a bit nervous because we weren’t sure how Stella would react to an hour long show. Everything in our culture seems to point to kids not having the attention span for this sort of thing. But she loved it. And it was probably directed at elementary school kids so were impressed. She got antsy occasionally when all they were doing onstage was talking, but mostly she was mostly engaged.

We’re ecstatic. We can’t wait to take her to see “The Toys Take Over Christmas” this year.

I’d highly recommend taking kids to the theatre. They love it and it’s something the whole family can get out and do together. Which is really nice.

I’m not looking forward to when Stella can recognize that the Daugherty Arts Center is right next to the new Town Lake Park that has all of the cool water jets, however.

Post Every Day

I’m going to try to do that thing where I post every day. I can’t remember what it’s called. But I’m going to try it. Oh and buy tickets to Little Murders.

So yesterday I went out to lunch at Koriente. It’s Korean health food. Tasty stuff. I had garden hand rolls, which came with a dollop of wasabi. So, I got a little up my nose, and tearing up a bit, and this co-worker mentions that he ate suck a large clump once that he got a headache.

I was dubious. So I ate a decent sized piece. Then I ate about a half-teaspoon at once. No headache. But I did get some nice heartburn for a couple hours.

At Bill and Ian’s halloween party last weekend I was swallowing matches. Well, I was lighting them, and putting them in my mouth to extinguish them. You finish the trick by blowing out an enormous amount of smoke that the match has left in your mouth. It’s really poetic.

But this got me thinking about men and stupid stuff. Like why do we do it? With the wasabi my coworkers mentioned that they would have paid me to eat it as a dare, but I’d already eaten it. You often see this written off as competitive, but I’m not competitive. I just have this intense drive to see what will happen if I do things that other people find ridiculous or foolish. Some sort of perverted version of the scientific method I guess.

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