Wednesday, December 24, 2008


Originally uploaded by daddyisaninja.
This is a picture of my kids from last Christmas. It is a good memory: their new Christmas outfits, their excitement for the holiday, their precious faces. This Christmas is going to be a different one for me and everyone in my family, but for these two little kids I think it will be just as magical and fun, and I will hopefully get a ton of new pictures of them to put on my blog, and on flickr, and in my heart for years to come. Christmas is for the kids, and on this holiday I am so very thankful to have them to hug and squeeze and spoil to the best of my ability.

Merry Christmas to all (both) of my readers!!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Some quick Bush

Thanks, Katie, for turning me on to this little slice. I have to say that my favorite parts of this clip are actually not the flying shoes, or the cat-like reflexes of our lame duck C.I.C. (undoubtedly a former 5th grad dodgeball champion), but rather the "coming-in-from-the-top-handshake" he throws down in the very beginning...I bet he did the whole "pull-back-the-fingers-and-follow-with-a-knuckle-pound" thing, out of sight and behind the podium.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Oh my goodness.

Just because.


Since voluntarily ending her seven-year pin-up career in 1957, this legendary model, who personified both '50s ideals and taboos, never made a single public appearance.

She died last week at the age of 85.

Friday, December 12, 2008

11 days...

...since my last post. I know it's a long time, and I have heard a few comments from both of my readers, so I must apologize. Truth be told, I have plenty to write about; the kind of posts that start out in the vivid reality of life and make their way to a blog, then a short story, possibly a book with obligatory movie deal. Or so I would have myself believe. Whatever is going on in this head of mine, and on this rollercoaster that I call a life, however, it's just not ready for prime time yet.

And so I will continue to post pictures of the two most precious, special, beautiful, loving, charismatic, sweet, funny, entertaining, snuggly, tender, sensitive and perfect human beings on the planet: Sean Patrick and Ireland.

This is them enjoying their pancakes with m-n-m's at the grand opening of the West Street Urban market last Saturday morning. I didn't have any pancakes, so although I can't attest to the culinary prowess of the *insert charity here* pancake breakfast crew, I can say that just watching them eat and smile fills me up completely. They are my sustenance.

Monday, December 1, 2008

More gobbildy, less goop

Thanksgiving was it's usual whirlwind of activity this year, (save for the few exceptions to the family dynamic that are currently in flux in my life). Despite any struggles or awkardnesses, however, I managed to thoroughly enjoy the hell out of my relatives and my kids over the holiday. We had dinner at my dad's house where he and his wife, Beccy went Big for the event. And when I say Big, I mean it, as they rented a large tent with heater for the back patio, and accommodated what appeared to be a couple dozen of my favorite people. My sister Mo Mo and her boyfriend Matt were in from New Zealand to participate, as were my Vegas resident sister Erin and her husband Michael and children Jeffrey, Molly and Elle. My uncle Mike and his wife Jenny also made the trip up from our Sin City sister to the south, and they joined my Grandma, my brother Paddy and his wife Sarah, uncle Jeff and aunt Terri and their 3 kids Ian, Melissa and Maddie, uncle Mark'O and his wife Richelle, and their two wonderful girls Chelsea and Jillian. Babymama and I hooked up and brought the kids over early to cause havoc with their cousin's (a great spectator sport, to say the least), and enjoy the company of real, nice people...WHICH INCLUDED MY BEAUTIFUL MOTHER, ELLEN, AND HER VERY ASTUTE AND HANDSOME BOYFRIEND/LOVER/CAR AFFICIANADO/FAVEY DR. FEELGOOD, PAUL.

The dinner was awesome with a combination of bbq turkey, traditional turkey, stuffings, potatoes, salads, sauces and desserts that would make Oprah blush. (Oprah now, not 2 years ago). It was a beautiful spread, and a relatively drama-free evening wherein everybody did what they were supposed to do: just relax and enjoy each other. I love that my kids get to be immersed in that family dynamic and get the time to adapt to and relax in the surroundings of some of my family members who normally don't get to see them all warmed up and fun.

And I had a nice, long dance with Ireland that will make me smile for years to come...for that I am completely thankful.

Haiku to the origami elephant found on the sidewalk this morning

Are you my omen,

Cute dollar bill pachyderm?

Will you shit money?

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Harder than hard

I think that when you have matching 3-foot pit bull graphics on the back windows, matching "mosh pit kennels" logos underneath those pit bull graphics, and a vanity license plate that says "pitbuls", the "Pantera" sticker is just redundant. Am I wrong?
Then again, maybe that's just me.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Read Rogers

"Sprinters need flat land. Masochists, mountains."

That's my favorite line from Ben Rogers' latest short story, "The Young Man and the Mountain". I love this story for so many reasons; the bras hanging from the tree that I see every time I go up to Virginia City to try and sell that motel I'm still trying to sell, the stirring memories of seeing Greg Lemond train on this mountain when I was was a child, the thought that perhaps this wonderfully composed piece is based on something that actually happened to someone. And of course, I love the writing.

Please take a minute to enjoy one of Reno's best kept secrets.

One Shot

I stayed up last night watching one of the most powerful movies ever made, The Deer Hunter, with Dobert DeNiro and Christopher Walken. There is so much depth and beauty within the disturbing imagery and difficult realities of this movie, that I thought I would take a minute to get away from my day-to-day and reflect on it.

The theme that resonates throughout this wonderful portrayal of close friends living through and dying in the Vietnam era, has got to be Virtue. It's prevalent in the love that the characters display for each other from beginning to end. In the way Stevie loves and marries his wife despite the fact that she bears another's child. In the way Nicky and everyone sticks up for Stanley when Mike refuses to give him his extra boots. In the way Nicky won't leave Stevie behind to die, bettering Mike by his actions, and conversely in the way Mike lets go of the helicopter to selflessly save Stevie's life. Again and again Virtue shines in the darkest and saddest of moments, including Mike's platonic comforting of Linda back at home in Nicky's absence, and ultimately in his near-Virgilesque return to Saigon to try and coax Nicky back to reality and home, only to fail when his "One Shot" philosophy in hunting and life reveals itself to be the harsh truth and delivers Nicky to the afterlife at his own hands.

The movie is a struggle, and I remember sitting in my grandma O'Driscoll's basement family room as a child, being told that I would not be allowed to watch it due to it's violent imagery. But as an adult I can truly appreciate the way that Virtue and beauty are woven together in the fabric of the other themes that permeate our everyday life. As in life, The Deer Hunter will not deliver a payoff without a cost. But as in the Deer Hunter, we only have one shot in this life to do what it is we are here to do. Whatever the costs might be, I believe that when you get your shot, you take it.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Wabbit, maybe??

My sister emailed me some pictures of when she and her friend, Jessie were visiting. Jessie is a professional photog, (and a good one at that), so when and if she sees that I posted one of HER captures on MY blog, I hope she can forgive me. This is just too cute.

Sean LOVES his cousins, but especially Jeffrey. My first nephew, Jeffrey is the only boy cousin that Sean has, so despite a little age difference, Sean gets along really well with him...attached to the hip, tagging along it what you will, but he's kinda like an idol. And Jeffrey loves it, too, being the big cousin to look up to, having fun with the younger kid, showing him the ropes. He's an amazing young man that I have been fortunate to know since he was born, and he is the kind of boy that I believe Sean will grow up to be: sensitive, kind to others, fun, athletic, and handsome.

And apparently he is a good hunter as well...wonder what they were looking for?

Friday, November 14, 2008


Originally uploaded by daddyisaninja.
So I've had a few comments to keep posting, and since I can't seem to come up with anything particularly awesome from within, I thought I would go to the archives of my flickr photostream and toss up a snap from a few months back. It just happens to be a capture of my favorite two people on earth, simply being themselves.

I went to Sean's school at lunch today to sit in the cafeteria area as his class and a few others full of 5-year-olds sang a Thanksgiving song to the parents that showed up. I was so fortunate to have been able to get away from work and go over to enjoy the pot-luck Thanksgiving lunch. I got huge hugs from both of these little munchkins and really enjoyed sitting down and eating with them...and I almost didn't go. That's what kills me, that I have work to do and life to live and yet time will just simply not slow down or pause to accomodate me. Looking at Sean's perfect little face while we sat together, I was overwhelmed with love to the point of tears.

I think if I keep going with this post it will end up in a place I didn't intend, so I'm going to stop the bleeding and just say that these two shorties are my life. My joy.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

This is going to hurt

I haven't felt like blogging lately. Going through some tough times that are leaving me uninspired. I got an email from my uncle Smokey recently, which had a link to a series of
amazing pictures. I think that right now I can relate a little bit to the way Kerby Brown must of felt when the wave crashed I'm posting that.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Five will fly

The last weekend was a big one, and not just due to the fact that Nevada became a state so that thousands of little monsters could roam the streets in search of their next sugary fix.

Sean and Ireland were fortunate to have their cousins, Ketchup, Mustard and Hot Dog in town. And yes, that is my dad as Captain Haloweenie. I like his style. Tick-or-treating was a blast and the kids got more than their fair share in this generous neighborhood of ours. However, it's not all about the candy.

No, this weekend also included the 5 year anniversary of my first born; aka Sean's Birthday. I seriously can't believe that it has already been 5 years that he's been here on Earth, because I feel like I have known him a lifetime. He is so perfect and sweet, beautiful and generous, funny and fun to be around. He has made me re-evaluate my purpose here, and he fills me up every day with joy. I am so grateful to have this little man in my life, that I am getting choked up and stupid trying to put it into words. I will save my thoughts and descriptives for another post down the road when I feel a little more up to it. Right now, I'll just say that I am very proud to be Sean's dad, and this little dude kicks fucking ass.

We had a great party for his friends at the GSR bowling lanes, where he got a Hulk cake and tons of gifts.
Later that evening we had a family-filled house where my Shortie was spoiled even more, and there isn't a kid out there who is easier to do it to.
Happy Birthday, Dude.

Monday, October 27, 2008

The Freshmaker!

For like two bucks you can entertain 5 kids for approximately 15 seconds (including the count down, of course). Notice the stream shooting out the side...directly at me.

Weapon of choice

A fine way to start off the week. This of this as what I do during the workday.

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Thursday, October 23, 2008

Don't go to Chicago without a camera

So my trip to Chicago was quite a whirlwind experience, and my neck still kinda hurts from looking straight up at the massive high rise buildings in that city. And I do mean "City", with a capital "Big". I only say it because Old Blue Eyes actually referred to it as his "kind of town", and although the words rang in my head for 3 days, the one that stood out as incorrect was Town. Chicago is massive. As my partner in travel, Kevin Annis so noted, there is about 4 times as much office space in one of their buildings than in the entire Reno market. While it was an impressive fact to absorb, I reminded Kevin that I didn't care, and asked him where the nearest bar was.

While I am kidding, of course (as a matter of fact, we were on a commercial real estate related trip, as chapter representatives for the Northern Nevada CCIM Board, inducting in the new members to our organization), we did manage to find one of the most elevated bars in town in the Signature Room of the John Hancock building. At 96 stories above Lake Michigan and this fine City, a Manhattan never tasted so good. By the way, some of the pictures on this post are actually poached from Megan Annis' blog, (thanks Megan). Incidentally it is a fine blog, and I am going to comment on it immediately after this post.

Anyway, since I forgot my own camera, and my cameraphone takes mediocre shots, I was less than inclined to document the trip properly. It actually makes for this less than motivated post. I will say, however, that I can not stop thinking about, nor will I neglect to discuss for a second, the most wonderful steak and lobster I have ever had. In. My. Life. It was courtesy of CCIM, and our future President Kevin flipped the bill, but I think I would probably put another mortgage on my house to go back and do it even one more time. You hear about how steaks can be cut with a fork, and how lobster melts in your mouth, but you forget when you don't do it for a while, and then WHAMMY! You get hit right in the chophouse with a meal like that and you really start to question life as you know it. It was delicious. Here's the evidence.

Oh, and the wine flowed like wine. Magnificent.

Another non-work-related highlight of the trip was when I learned that an old college buddy not only lives in the windy city, but happens to own two of the best clubs in the area. We took advantage of his hospitality and stayed out past my bedtime on Friday night, knocking back a couple of cocktails. BTW, at 32 I am by far the eldest of the group, which included young D. Woods (a newly inducted and properly congratulated CCIM, I might add) who is a tender 25, and did a much better job at fitting in. Regardless, we had a nice time and were stoked to see how the real big boys do in the city.

Prior to our departure, we made a visit up to the very somber Wrigley Field. Out of respect to the city that treats me so well, I will refrain from making any hurtful and biased comments with regards to my true allegiances, and leave it with: that place is storied and cool, and the Cubby Bear right across the street has one of the bast $10 breakfast buffets in the US.

All in all it was too quick, but gave me a taste of a City I want to visit again as soon as possible. It's my kind of City.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Monday, October 13, 2008

Because it stinks

I was pretty excited about opening day of Chukkar season, and charged out to one of my favorite spots early on Saturday morning to get a jump on those little birds. And, as lucky as I have been in past years (driving up to bunches on the road, limiting out by noon, etc), luck was not my lady this weekend. I have heard from others that there are a lot of birds out there this year. I have heard that several people, even some who hunted in my vicinity, did very well on opening weekend. I was not so fortunate. I saw sign, I saw shells, I saw little tiny tracks in the fresh fallen snow. I saw no chukkar. Didn't even fire my gun. It was pretty shitty, altogether, but I guess that's why they call it getting skunked.

Bodie was happy, as always. Birds or no birds, he just loves climbing up and down the mountains.

And he got such a good workout that by the time we crashed, safe and warm in our home, he even put a sneak on Lola and cozied up in her bed. All together now: Awwwwwwwuh!!??

Tuesday, October 7, 2008


So we were looking for a family outing that wouldn't be too hard on the pocketbooks over the weekend, and decided to hit up the new Scheels. I guess I figured that walking through aisle after tempting aisle of awesome sports gear...hundreds of thousands of feet of it, to be less than precise...would be no problem for a man of great will power and depleted funds. Laughing in the face of the self awareness of my Peter Pan issues when it comes to thinking I can still play all sports, as well as my disdain for crowded places and standing in line, I loaded up the family and headed out to Sparks to check it all out.

So did the rest of the Truckee Meadows.

Despite the Disneyland-esque lines just getting into the parking lot, as well as the incredibly under prepared staff of the in-house restaurant (seriously, it took over an hour to get a couple of hot dogs and sodas), Scheels is an amazing sight. There's a Ferris wheel in the middle that the kids will have to go back to ride...we tried waiting in line for it, but after 45 minutes with an apparent hour to go, we threw in the towel. While it was not the happiest place on earth (TM required here?) it most certainly has everything for everyone. There were interactive video game stations where one could hit a hockey puck, pitch a baseball, shoot a basketball, etc against a giant computer screen. There were 3 NASCAR type shells lined up side-by-side while wannabe Dale Juniors' jockeyed it out for bragging rights. There was a shooting gallery (which I loved), and there was an awesome mountainous display of local wildlife such as Bighorn, Chukkar and Brown Bear...and some non-local species like Wolverine, Grey Wolved, Moose and Griz. I think their mountain is actually bigger than Cabela's mountain, which was impressive as well. Someone should measure.
One thing is for sure, they aim to keep you entertained while you shop. I don't know if it was a temporary "opening week" bonus, but there were even a couple of "mime" type dudes, all covered in white, doing the whole "I'm not talking" thing in front of a crowd, and walking throughout the store. In the case of the little kids in this picture (the ones trying to crawl up into their dad's ass out of fear for their lives), and the little kids I had in tow, the mimes were actually counter-productive. I did get a chuckle out of seeing them frighten the young ones, but then again, I'm sick.

The kids really enjoyed seeing the giant aquariums,
climbing around on the indoor jungle gym
and of course dominating the climbing's Sean's newest fave. He's going to be on rocks before I know it, having mastered the brick fireplace wall in my house already.
And even though I was climbing out of my skin with all of the people using up my oxygen, I will go back.
On a weekday.
Probably next year.

Saturday, October 4, 2008


There's an old saying that goes: "You never kick a Gopher because you'll just end up hurting your foot." Well it's actually about my good friend, Pat Ormsby. And despite the fact that this guy is harder than a coffin nail, what makes "Poo Dog" so special is the fact that he is able to contain a 225 pound heart in a 170 pound body.

Growing up in Reno has left me with so many wonderful memories, and I consider myself so fortunate to still have friends from my childhood years at Roy Gomm. The best of those guys are still in my life to this day. Austin, Ligon, Herz...and Ormsby. The best part about hanging out with ANY of these dudes, which is an occasion that happens far too little for me these days, is that they make me feel good about myself. It's not just that the compliments that are freely handed out as if from a fridge full of Guinness at an Irish Poet's the same time both generous and ball busting. It's the fact that they are straight up good people. They care about each other. They care about humanity. They have all come so far in their own lives, made so much of this short time on Earth already. They are strong. Although our paths may have varied over the years, when we get together it seems like we never missed a beat. I would die for them...and they would do the same. Austin will read this and make a Neil Patrick Anus comment, which is why I love him, but he knows this all to be true.

Ormsby is a unique and powerful soul among us all. He really has the biggest heart, and that's why I am proud to call him my friend.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Cookin' by the book

Careful with this little ditty. (Extremely not safe for work...or appropriate in general, but hey, that's how I roll, right?)

It's an example of what I would do with my time, were I the one at home with the kids...and more time to spend on the computer remixing the parts of my day to day. Enjoy!

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Relationship related

I just saw this bit about fighting in a relationship by Dane Cook and thought it was pretty funny.

I wanted to follow it up with a more somber video (one of my favorite Jeff Buckley songs) but youtube wouldn't allow me to embed it, so if you would prefer something sad, go here.

I don't really want to write about any of this, or try and get heavy. Sometimes the blog is just a place to pay respects to how other people see these they deal.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Knockin' on 90's door

Today is my grandma, Dorothy's 89th birthday. She shares this day with kid a little younger than herself, and almost as charismatic: Mickey Rooney. Besides that fact, this woman is 100% unique. She's a mother to four, a grandmother to nine, and a great grandmother to five. Not too shabby, considering she still keeps busy visiting friends, lives on her own, drives a cute little Toyota and is one of the absolute greatest people in my life.

Grandma has always been a special person to me. I could hear her voice above all the rest when I would make a good play on the football field in high school...which was amazing, considering she even knew which player I was amoung the 21 others out there! She has been there for every sport, every graduation, every important date in my life, since the day I was born...she was there for that, too. Now she's there to participate in my own kids' lives as well, and it was a treat to take her out to lunch today and enjoy a little time with just my family.

It's funny that I just posted on optimism yesterday, because Dottie is the person who has taught it to me the most. She is the reason I do what I do, and she has given and continues to give so much of herself to me that I will never be able to fully repay her. I am truly blessed to have her on this journey with me. She is one of a kind.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Gimmie an "A"

After a quick workout this morning, which left me feeling pretty good about myself on a Monday, I was subjected to some locker-room banter that made me go: hmmmmm. Actually, it wasn't really banter as much as it was the voice of one old shriv talking to the rest of the people in his locker cube as if they were really interested in his theories, which included:

"I have these 'young' friends, you know, in their 40's? They all play racquetball and stuff that's hard on the body and I just say to them: Your time will come! HA!"

"You know, it's like all those kids signing their letters of intent to go play college sports, I just want to say: Yoooouuurrrr time will come!"

Obviously this guy wasn't having a great Monday, and has probably not aged as well as he has liked. Perhaps he's in the gym to rehabilitate an injury or keep his body working, and he doesn't get to enjoy it the same way he used to. One thing is for sure, though, his attitude is a reflection of the direction of his life. Maybe if he would spend less time wishing his own pain on others, and more time appreciating the memory of what it was like to be young, he could taste a little bit of that again. One thing is for sure, though, if he keeps up his fuddy-duddy negative shit, I can promise him something will happen sooner than later: His time will come.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

L-O-L-A, Lola

Originally uploaded by daddyisaninja.
"Well I'm not the world's most masculine man,
but I know what I am and that I'm a man..."

...but I find myself questioning that very masculinity in the presence of our new Chihuahua. Actually, to be clear, Lola is Babymama's new dog, adopted only a few short hours ago from the local S.P.C.A. Imagine my surprise and excitement when I came home to read the description of why she was surrendered from her previous owners. To wit: "Peeing and pooping on the furniture and everywhere. Barking all night long."

Super Duper!!!

Well, to be honest, she hasn't yet peed or pooped in the house, and in fact seems to know to go to the door when she has to make a little chalupa or whatever it is that she she does. As far as the barking goes, not a peep all night. Perhaps the reason for her contentment was that she managed to find her welcome amongst the stuffed animals of Sean's bed. Sean was actually stoked to share. Maybe that's all she needed, actually: a family that pays attention.

Well, Bodie was definitely paying attention. He wasn't acting out at all, rather enjoying the new plaything that he is still getting to know. He had quite a bit of (jealous) energy all night, so I took him on an extra long boys' prowl through the 'hood. He and I are good, for the time being. It remains to be seen how Babymama's new little friend will settle into the digs, but one thing she won't be lacking is attention. Ireland has been chasing her around every waking minute saying "Lola! Hold me" with her arms outstretched, looking to pick up a dog that weighs almost as much as she does. I think Lola has a little Terrier or something in her, which makes her slightly larger than the average purse-shit pooch.

Actually, it's probably some German Shepherd or Rottweiler. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008


Well, a big shout out to Uncle Smokey the 'trick for turning me on to this wonderful video (via.).

What is it that makes this movie so sweet in it's style? Could it be the clean, burly beards complimented by the baby blue suits? Perhaps the perfect (ironically unbroken) white toothed smiles of the fearless gentlemen racing down the hill in joyful terror? Maybe it's the politically correct wearing of the brain bucket on such an ambitious endeavor down Claremont Canyon (one of my old stomping grounds, and as 'trick points out, one of my grandfather's as well). I might even allude briefly to the panache and grace with which the inevitable high speed car pass was handled; those of us who partake in the downhill know all too well that passing the slower cars is not as frightening as creeping up behind them while awaiting the rear-view-mirror-eye-widening-freak-out followed by the brake-slam. (I learned this one through the grace of God and my new roller blades (shut up) at the tender age of 18 on Skyline Avenue here in Reno). NAY, dear readers, I will suggest that the ultimate testament to the style of these riders is the smoothness with which they traded off high-definition camera-holding duties. Flawless, professional, and downright fucking ballsy, considering the cost of equipment in today's market. Well done, Sirs. I might just hire you to film the birth of my next child, or something else equally as bone-chilling.

Without further ado, Adam Kimmel presents “Claremont” an amazing HD video by Ari Marcopoulos.

Adam Kimmel presents: Claremont HD from adam kimmel on Vimeo.

Friday, September 12, 2008


So my buddy Austin wrote me from his honeymoon in Reykjavik recently, letting me know that when he reads this blog, he thinks I am some sort of "incarnation of Doogie Houser MD". Beautiful. Not exactly what I was going for, but whatever gets him to check back and laugh is fine.

In the spirit of his sentiment, I'm sharing one of my favorite Neil Patrick Harris moments with you all. I wonder if this is what he meant?

[Warning: don't hit play if you are at work, or if your delicate sensibilities preclude you from laughing at womanizing, drug-induced, R-rated humor.]

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Coming Soon

Coming Soon
Originally uploaded by daddyisaninja.
That's right, it's officially September 9th, which means that Babymama thinks it's time to get on top of nailing down that perfect Halloween costume. Good. Glad that she's on top of that. It will leave me with much more time to plan out the Nevada Day celebration...or whatever.

They ARE freaking adorable though, no?

Monday, September 8, 2008

Totally normal stuff

From the
Fresno Bee:

FRESNO, Calif.—Fresno County authorities have arrested a man they say broke into the home of two farmworkers, rubbed one with spices and whacked the other with a sausage before fleeing.
Fresno County sheriff's Lt. Ian Burrimond says 22-year-old Antonio Vasquez of Fresno was found hiding in a nearby field wearing only a T-shirt, boxer shorts and socks.
Burrimond said Vasquez was arrested after deputies found a wallet containing his ID at the ransacked house just east of Fresno.
The victims told deputies they awoke Saturday morning to the stranger applying spices to one of them and striking the other with an 8-inch sausage.
Burrimond said money allegedly stolen in the burglary was recovered. The sausage was tossed away by the fleeing suspect and eaten by a dog.


Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Labor Day Mangement

This Labor Day weekend was spent in good company, with the Graeagle house bursting at the seams full of family and friends. I managed to play just the appropriate amount of fetch with Bodie so as not to kill him. I managed to get a few "Fall" winterizing items attended to such as hanging new blinds and clearing all of the pine needles out of the rain gutters. I managed to get a good buzz on each night. And finally, I managed to squeeze in a round @ The Meadows where I finally didn't fall apart every other hole. In fact, the 88 I shot there, although not my best round, was by far the best I have done on that relatively easy course that always manages to eat my lunch. A birdie on 18 had me jonesing to play 36 that day, but the pocketbook just won't allow for it this time.

All in all, it was a nice break from the mundane, and a good recharge of the batteries that left me ready to get after it again this week at work. That's the idea, right?

One family oriented highlight of the weekend was the late-night garage filled dance party, wherein Sean broke it down like a B-Boy and Ireland demonstrated to me that she:

A) Knows how to drop it like it's hot, and
B) Will not be dating until she's 30.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

O Time

I don't discuss politics on the blog very often. There are plenty of places that you can find that, but not really so much this place. Here on the Evolution of the Me, you will find fanciful tales of debaucherous zeal, heartstring-tugging recants of early childhood rites of passage, and the occasional yarn spun at the expense of my family every 1st day of April. But politicians talk too much, as do the thousands of people that get paid to follow them around all day with pooper scoopers and videotape. That's just not my bag, baby.

However, this one time I did talk about when I saw Barack Obama speak. It was down at Reno's own Wingfield Amphitheater, and it got my attention enough to comment about him instead of my latest head injury or cocktail recipe. Well, I'm proud to say that even as a registered Republican, I have been pretty moved by the DNC this past couple of days, and it's simply undeniable that they are laying down the path. Finally, it feels like something different is about to happen, like this struggle that we are ALL faced with in our world right now is about to turn the corner. It feels like action is going to take place from the top down. Who can deny the passion and unromantic conviction that is the Obama-Biden combo? Did you HEAR Biden when he described the way his mom told him to "bloody their nose so you can walk down the street the next day"??? That's what he did to the bullies of his childhood, and THAT's what we need at the helm of this struggling ship...leadership with balls. Leadership with brains. It actually gives me, (a normally sarcastic, and lately, sullen type) something I haven't had for a while: Hope.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

About the boy

The thing about Sean is he is his own person. And quite a complex little dude, I might add. He is scared of the water, but fearless on his bike. He hates driving on the freeway, but loves climbing all over playhouses, trees and jungle gyms. He gets super shy around strangers, but will jump off a 6-foot wall with style. I don't get it and I don't need to...he just is.

And he LOVES bugs...he sure as hell didn't get that from his mom or's just a Sean thing.

Oh, by the way, that "chain" he is wearing around his neck is supposed to resemble the silver one I wear around mine (with various religious icons). I guess in some ways he does want to be like his daddy!

I love that kid.

Who rocked the block?

We did.

I'd say we peaked at 50 people, and plan on doubling that next year. Hope you can get involved!

Thursday, August 21, 2008