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Saturday, August 30, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Tagged Again . . .
Keri again tagged me with a '7 random things you didn't know about me' post.
It took me while to come up with 7 things most people don't already know. I may have to throw out some really weird, dark stuff that quite frankly might scare the begeebers out of the blogosphere!
But, for Kelly's sake, I promise to keep it within a PG-13 rating!
Here we go:
1. I don't hunt. Not that I'm apposed to hunting, I just can't ever pull the trigger on anything because I start having "Bambi" flashbacks.
You remember the scene where Bambi's mom gets whacked by a trigger-happy, NRA-lovin', red-blooded American leaving Bambi to grow up in a single-parent home with a reluctant and confusing father?
Yeah, that scene is pretty much on auto-replay every time I line up any living creature in my sights!
(I bet you didn't realize Walt Disney movies had such complicated plots, did you?)
2. The "little life irritation" that has gotten the best of me lately has been when waiters/waitresses say, "Careful! Hot plate!", and then place it down right in front of Tate!
I was a waiter, too, once upon a time! And I can attest that the concept of not placing anything in front of a toddler is a quite simple one to grasp . . . at least for some people!
3. How is it that every year at about this time there are gorgeous wild flowers along the side of the highway yet there are ugly weeds in my flower beds?!?
The random factoid about me is that I actually enjoy mowing and edging my yard but it's the planting of flowers that will eventually be over run by weeds that makes me want to smack Adam and Eve around for eating that stinkin' apple - but I digress since I've already stood on that soap box!
4. I love when I get to go a long time without shaving - like leading up to the Cal bowl game during New Year's break in this past January. It's not that I really like the "scruffy" look (though Kelly thinks it's crazy sexy!), it's just that I hate shaving!
And I don't want to hear it from those of you of the female persuasion who think you've got it worse! Shaving your legs and arm pits is NOTHING like scraping a blade over half your face and neck every morning!
And when you think about it, men taunt death every time we shave because there are far more vital arteries around the face then there are in the arm pit!
Let's see you nick your carotid artery and then have to scramble around to see how many tiny pieces of toilet paper it takes to plug up that bad boy before passing out from a loss of blood!
5. None of my pants fit me now that I've stopped drinking carbonated drinks.
I won't go into much detail here since Kelly seems to be a little bitter about the fact that I've lost weight simply by cutting out cokes. I guess she thinks I should have to go on some ultra-regimented detox diet before I'm allowed to shed a few lbs!
I keep telling her that I will gladly increase my intake of Blue Bell & Magic Shell if it makes her feel better!
6.If someone asks me if I play golf I'll tell them ""Heck No!" despite that fact that I practically grew up on a golf course and played on my high school team.
Having said that, I'll gladly accept anytime my dad offers to pay my green's fee at Teeth of the Dog Golf Course in the Dominican Republic - considered one of the Top 40 courses in the world.
(Side note #1: This golf course is appropriately named!)
(Side note #2: Wearing black shoes with shorts when your legs haven't seen the light of day all spring will make them look even more white and pasty than they already are!)
7.Here's one of my favorite things to do with Tate.
Thanks for the tag, Keri!
I wonder what Audra and Helen will write!
It took me while to come up with 7 things most people don't already know. I may have to throw out some really weird, dark stuff that quite frankly might scare the begeebers out of the blogosphere!
But, for Kelly's sake, I promise to keep it within a PG-13 rating!
Here we go:
1. I don't hunt. Not that I'm apposed to hunting, I just can't ever pull the trigger on anything because I start having "Bambi" flashbacks.
You remember the scene where Bambi's mom gets whacked by a trigger-happy, NRA-lovin', red-blooded American leaving Bambi to grow up in a single-parent home with a reluctant and confusing father?
Yeah, that scene is pretty much on auto-replay every time I line up any living creature in my sights!
(I bet you didn't realize Walt Disney movies had such complicated plots, did you?)
2. The "little life irritation" that has gotten the best of me lately has been when waiters/waitresses say, "Careful! Hot plate!", and then place it down right in front of Tate!
I was a waiter, too, once upon a time! And I can attest that the concept of not placing anything in front of a toddler is a quite simple one to grasp . . . at least for some people!
3. How is it that every year at about this time there are gorgeous wild flowers along the side of the highway yet there are ugly weeds in my flower beds?!?
The random factoid about me is that I actually enjoy mowing and edging my yard but it's the planting of flowers that will eventually be over run by weeds that makes me want to smack Adam and Eve around for eating that stinkin' apple - but I digress since I've already stood on that soap box!
4. I love when I get to go a long time without shaving - like leading up to the Cal bowl game during New Year's break in this past January. It's not that I really like the "scruffy" look (though Kelly thinks it's crazy sexy!), it's just that I hate shaving!
And I don't want to hear it from those of you of the female persuasion who think you've got it worse! Shaving your legs and arm pits is NOTHING like scraping a blade over half your face and neck every morning!
And when you think about it, men taunt death every time we shave because there are far more vital arteries around the face then there are in the arm pit!
Let's see you nick your carotid artery and then have to scramble around to see how many tiny pieces of toilet paper it takes to plug up that bad boy before passing out from a loss of blood!
5. None of my pants fit me now that I've stopped drinking carbonated drinks.
I won't go into much detail here since Kelly seems to be a little bitter about the fact that I've lost weight simply by cutting out cokes. I guess she thinks I should have to go on some ultra-regimented detox diet before I'm allowed to shed a few lbs!
I keep telling her that I will gladly increase my intake of Blue Bell & Magic Shell if it makes her feel better!
6.If someone asks me if I play golf I'll tell them ""Heck No!" despite that fact that I practically grew up on a golf course and played on my high school team.
Having said that, I'll gladly accept anytime my dad offers to pay my green's fee at Teeth of the Dog Golf Course in the Dominican Republic - considered one of the Top 40 courses in the world.
(Side note #1: This golf course is appropriately named!)
(Side note #2: Wearing black shoes with shorts when your legs haven't seen the light of day all spring will make them look even more white and pasty than they already are!)
7.Here's one of my favorite things to do with Tate.
Thanks for the tag, Keri!
I wonder what Audra and Helen will write!
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Roll On You Bears!
I stepped away from the blog world long enough to spend an extended holiday weekend with family out in California.
Kelly will no doubt give all the details of flying with Tate, Tate meeting the NoCal clan for the first time, Tate going to his first Summer of Love Music Festival in San Francisco, Tate havin' fun at the Nut Tree (one of Kelly's old haunts), Tate hangin' with his WWII Vet Great Grandpa in the Sacramento area and Tate eating his first In-N-Out burger.
But for now, I'm going to give the play-by-play of going to the Cal game!
Go Bears!
If there was one thing that I regret about going to ACU, it was not going to a school that had good D-1 football! Since my dad-n-law went to the University of California-Berkeley, I've adopted Cal as my college team!
Kelly will no doubt give all the details of flying with Tate, Tate meeting the NoCal clan for the first time, Tate going to his first Summer of Love Music Festival in San Francisco, Tate havin' fun at the Nut Tree (one of Kelly's old haunts), Tate hangin' with his WWII Vet Great Grandpa in the Sacramento area and Tate eating his first In-N-Out burger.
But for now, I'm going to give the play-by-play of going to the Cal game!
Go Bears!
If there was one thing that I regret about going to ACU, it was not going to a school that had good D-1 football! Since my dad-n-law went to the University of California-Berkeley, I've adopted Cal as my college team!
Here's Kelly and I as we're walking into Memorial Stadium on game day!
Once we got through the gates I bumped into my old pal, Kirk Herbstreit. He and I started talking about the game and he said I made some excellent points and asked if he could use them during the television broadcast - to which I said yes.*
(By the way, can someone tell me why my camera makes Kirk look a bronzy tan and me a sickly white?)
Here's Kelly and Shannon.
Here's me and Butch - sometimes known as 'Anonymous' in the blog world!
What a game it was! We won! "Pac-10 football!"
At the end of the game, all the students rushed the field in mad hysteria after beating Tennessee. Since I'm not one to just stand by and watch other people have all the fun, I coerced Butch into running on the field with me.
This is usually one of those moments when I'm the one guy who gets arrested or gets trampled at the bottom of the mosh pit at mid-field. I'm glad to say that I was able to get on and off the field without having to post bail or needing medical attention!
(Yet another proud moment for Kelly!)
It was obviously too late of an evening for Tate to be able to tag along so dad-n-law made sure to get him a souvenir. Thanks for the hat, Grandpa!
More posts on California coming soon!
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*For those of you who don't know, Kirk Herbstreit is an ESPN analyst. He's not one of my old pals. And I barely had 3 seconds to take a quick picture of the two of us before he realized that I was just a 30-something idiot who was way too excited to see him walking down the sidewalk!
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