Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Cruisin with my babymama

Marissa and I got the chance to leave the kids with the in-laws and go out on a "date". As always, it was a much-needed getaway, and what better way to enjoy the warm Summer evening, than to hop on the beach-cruisers and roll around downtown Reno?

We finally hit up the new Farmers' Market on the Mapes Plaza, and ran into Dave Aiazzi and our new next door neighbors. We told them that we left the kids with some gypsies. They are just getting to know us, so might as well let them know how we roll. We made the rounds to cocktails at Silver Peak, dinner at the Imperial, and then cocktails at Chocolate Bar. All 3 are still happening places, even for the old breeders who have to be home by 9!

On Sunday, we were lucky enough to be invited to the Reno Philharmonic Symphony on the Green at Montreaux.



It was a very nice selection of pops, and the scenery was incredible. There was plenty of room on the fairway and in the sand traps for the kids to play, and I think they had an even better time than us.


We were joined by my brother and his wife, Sara (looking relaxed here):,as well as my dad and his new bride, Beccy. I will say, that Montreaux is without question one of the nicest (and probably the most pricey) communities in Reno. I still love Newland's Manor, but IF I had a bazillion dollars...hmmmmmm?

Friday, July 27, 2007

Seen on the street

So I know the cameraphone picture taken whilst driving is hard to really see, but allow me to explain this one:


This chick had four different "Keep Tahoe Blue" type stickers on her car. Seriously, they were each different, making her officially the biggest "I'm more Tahoe than You" type I've seen in a while. Whatever, though, I'm such a hypocrite; My wife has the Tahoe license plates and I have no idea where my money really goes. Hopefully in some way it can help the people that suffered through this:



Back to the street theme...this morning, I was cruising behind this new Maserati


...when I pulled up next to it and saw my mom rolling through downtown in her b.f.'s new whip. Looks like fun. I wonder if I'll get to drive it soon. My mom looks good in some bling...not that I don't think her Saturn is nice, but hey.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Same old new stuff


Have I already mentioned that I can't believe how fast my kids are growing up? I snapped this picture with my cameraphone last night and when I opened it on my computer this morning, I thought, "Who IS that big kid right there?" It's a combination of sadness and awe. It's bittersweet. More sweet than bitter.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

My Cup Runneth Over

I've been fortunate to get back in touch with some friends lately. Chill time and hanging out just shooting the shit is vital to my mental well-being. Everyone needs to recharge the batteries now and again, and I like to do it with a good ol' fashioned bbq. And did ANYONE else catch that fucking AWESOME sunset last night? Talk about some High Sierra Skyfire! Hell yeah, we're getting this summer ON!





Some pics of Marissa, Sara, Cody, Fernando. Mis Amigos.








Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Cash Money


Friendship.

(From Wiki):
Value that is found in friendships is often the result of a friend demonstrating on a consistent basis:
the tendency to desire what is best for the other,
sympathy and empathy,
honesty, perhaps in situations where it may be difficult for others to speak the truth, especially in terms of pointing out the perceived faults of one's counterpart
mutual understanding.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Wicked Awesome


Life has been flying by so fast that I never commented on Sean's latest performance. He's a little gymnast at High Sierra Gymnastics, and at the end of every "season" they gather up all the little 2 and 3 year olds that participate and put on a show for all the family and friends. Just like the first time, the Egan/Scott clans represented that little dude pretty well. It's so cool to see everyone show up and actually dig the experience. It's really more somersault and bouncing than Iron Cross or Horse, but hey, they're all just getting started. I'm so happy to have family around to help me and to participate in my kids' lives. And these kids are just growing so unbelievably fast that it often makes me sad to think about it. The sadness disappears real quick once I get home and get a big hug, though.


Real quick.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Cohelo on Carp

The carp learns to grow
The Japanese carp or koi has the natural ability to
grow according to the size of its environment. Thus, in a small tank, it usually
grows to no more than five to seven centimetres, but if placed in a lake, it can
grow to three times that size.
In the same way, people tend to grow
according to their environment, although we are not talking here about physical
characteristics, but about emotional, spiritual and intellectual development.
While the carp is obliged, for its own well-being, to accept the limits of
its world, we are free to set the boundaries of our own dreams. If we are a
bigger fish than the tank in which we were bred, instead of adapting to it, we
should go in search of the ocean, even if the initial adaptation period proves
uncomfortable and painful.


This guy is just wise. I know I reference his posts all the time, but only because I am looking for my own emotional, spiritual and intellectual ocean to swim in.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Steeze & Lemonade

Cruising through my new neighborhood has been a treat lately. Yesterday on Arlington I caught this bumper sticker...I think it's for Alpine Meadows, and it says "Got Steeze?"
Funny.
More on the Newlands tip, though, was this little bunch of entrepreneurs slangin' lemonade in front of a construction crew on a hot day.
Location, location, location. For $.50 a cup, I bought one and told them to keep the extra fiddy. Kids gotta make that lettuce. I know I did when I was 8.
Steezy.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Bang 'em up, Nick


From the RGJ today. I just love seeing him banging around with Oden. I hope he gets some PT.

Monday, July 9, 2007

Scooter's Crew

My buddy Scott is getting married. He had a bachelor party on Saturday. It was fun. Some of the guys there (myself included) handled their liquor well. Other's got kicked out of the first bar we went to (unacceptable), or puked and got picked up by their wives (acceptable) or simply disappeared (it happens). But that's how it goes when you try to party like you're 21. That's why I say: pace yourself. I'd much rather sip on one or two Maker's Marks than try to knock out my giant share of the 38-beer order of Budweiser's that Captain Idea ordered. I won't get into any more trivial detail, other than saying that the person who ordered 38 beers at once got real mean after about 2, so he should probably consider the pace mentality as he evolves further into adulthood.

And dude, seriously, I don't make it out to bars much these days, so when you start breaking bottles in one of the only establishments that I even go to, that's just fucking lame. I had to ditch the group and watch you get booted from across the room. Hope you made it home o.k. If you hadn't talked so much shit maybe I would have been a better brother's keeper, but whatever. At least Scott had a great night. He held it down just fine, as did a handful of other quality dudes. I had to bail on the party by the time it reached the proverbial strip club, but hey, I've been there before.
Here's a pre-game shot:


Good luck, Scott.

Friday, July 6, 2007

Boo F'ing Hoo

I got a little sentimental last night. It probably had something to do with my little pit stop at the Imperial on my way home.
Anyway, I just started thinking about the things I'm going to miss about the house we are leaving.
It has a lot of memories in it.
It is the first house I bought, and where my kids have, to this day, grown up.

Bodie has live here the whole time he's been with us.
There have been some wonderful bbq's.
Good times all around.

Don't get me wrong, the next house is going to undoubtedly kick ass, and we will party down and grow up there, too, but I'm a real sucker for the romantic stuff like first houses and memories.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

That Guy


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Originally uploaded by photosam88.
Totally random. I was just cruising Flickr, hitting the random button on the "Explore" page, and I came across this picture. It's a classic moment, probably involving alcohol, and it's really worth a thousand words. I wonder if this DJ got paid enough for this gig.

Love, Freedom and Money

I once posted a blog about very talented local writer. He has been duly recognized by the Nevada Arts Council and awarded a grant.

Attaboy, Ben.

I just love good writers. One of my other fave's that I like to reference is Coelho, who I get a regular newsletter from. In the latest edition, he quoted a peer who spoke about him recently. I love the text that is used, and am posting it here to demonstrate (in an obtuse way) how well-pieced-together words can somehow describe even that which defies description:

“In his article, Paulo Coelho comments that he was surprised to see that I introduced him using a text from his book “Eleven minutes” (Note – the book is all about sex and prostitution, no wonder I was surprised!). I read an extract from the diary of the main character, where she tells the story of a lovely bird who used to visit her. She admired it so much that one day she decided to keep it in a cage so that she could always have its singing and its beauty near her. As the days went by, she grew used to the new company and lost that wonderful feeling of waiting for that free soul to come visit her from time to time, without being obliged to do so. The bird in turn was unable to sing in captivity, and ended up dying. Only then did she understand that love needs freedom to express all its charm – although freedom implies risks.

“We tend to want to capture things because we usually see freedom as something that has no borders or responsibilities. And because of this we also end up trying to enslave all that we love – as if egoism were the only way to keep our world well balanced. Love does not limit, it broadens our horizons, we can see clearly what lies outside and we can see even more clearly the dark places in our heart.

“Although I do not speak English, I could understand everything that Coelho’s eyes and gestures said. I can still remember when he asked me, through one of the people present, what he should do now. I answered him: keep on looking."



I can't take credit for this insight, but I can pass it on and hope that the message doesn't get lost in translation. Writers like the ones I'm referencing today do wonderful things. It's not easy to put such ideas into words. It's probably not a high percentage of financial success that is realized by the multitudes that give it a shot as a career. All I can do is wish them the best, and congratulate them and appreciate them along the way.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Munch on it


This little slice of heaven was in the hallway of an office I visited yesterday. I'm not sure how to describe it. It almost defies description. It's made of carpet, I think, which has been sewn into the shape of some trees inside a wood oval frame. If I had to, I would guess it's vintage is circa 1974. Probably from the Midwest. You can never be sure of those things, though. It reminds me of Bob Ross in some sick way. It makes me uncomfortable and happy at the same time. I just had to share.
I need a real post soon.

Monday, July 2, 2007

The obligatory Fireworks Pictures

Holiday.



Celebrate.


It's a weak post, I know. Get over it. I'll be back when I have more than 30 seconds.