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

Wednesday, August 20, 2008


It's interesting to me that while I am driving, and I see a person standing in a crosswalk in the middle of a block, I slow down and stop, allowing them to cross the street. If I remember from driver's ed many years back, not only is this the courteous thing to do, but it is required of me by law. The funniest thing, though, is when there is a person standing in a crosswalk at an intersection with a stoplight, and the light is green for me to proceed, my only thought is that the person should be back up on the curb, awaiting his own green light and legal opportunity to proceed. It is a little ironic, sure, but it's just the way the book was written. I guess is all depends on your perspective, but that's why there are rules to guide it. This is not 'Nam. This is America, and here in America, we have these rules for a reason.

I try to follow the rules of the road, and try not to get bent out of shape when SOOOO many people in my day-to-day blatantly disregard or simply don't know the rules. Getting bent out of shape typically leads to anger and that anger is just one pieces of the puzzle that is our horrible problem with Road Rage today.

Monday, August 18, 2008


So Babymama and I celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary last night by doing something we almost NEVER get to do, silly, not THAT...we went to the movies. Without Kids. It was awesome, and not just because of the fact that we had some time to ourselves, but because we were joined by the genius that is a combination of Jack Black, Robert Downey Jr., Tom Cruise and some others you may already know about in what I'm going to call the Summer's Hit Comedy: "Tropic Thunder".

Now, to be fair I have to recognize that my bias stems from two sources: One is my absolute love of JB, and in this instance, his hilarious read into a two-bit actor struggling with heroin withdrawals in the jungle. I can't and won't do it justice here, so just go see it if you don't believe me...he rules. His performance, however, may actually have been overshadowed by the disgustingly hilarious character that Tom Cruise created out of hair, ego, greed and hip hop. Perhaps his finest hour. It almost makes me forgive Scientology...but not really. The second reason I will call this movie the blockbuster that I claim it to be is that I just don't get out to the theatre any more. Seriously, I live in a world of DVD-only viewing, so it was a treat to have the theatre experience that I so long for...and the boys on the screen made it a wonderful evening for the two of us.

The weekend, however, wasn't just movies and popcorn, and in fact, it started off with a more appropriate way to celebrate our six years. On Saturday afternoon, we headed up to Incline Village to see a girl I have known since she was born get married. Allison and Harry's wedding was special for so many reasons. First off, our journey began at my aunt and uncle, Mark and Richelle's house, where about 16 of us (all family) loaded up onto the airport shuttle bus to make the journey together. Not only does the bus make the trip more relaxed and enjoyable for everyone on it, but it allows for pre-and-post-party refreshment. On this particular evening, we all enjoyed a combination of Chardonnay, Cabernet, and my own cooler full of Vodka Press's (Presbyterians - the ginger ale and soda kind, or course...delicious), as well as a smattering of prosciutto, grapes, baguettes and cheese. We were all dressed up with someplace fun to go, and that's exactly what we did.

The Episcopalian ceremony was remarkably short and sweet, which was a blessing for everyone in the hot church that was our starting point. After less than an hour of ceremony and formality, we all shuttled to the Country Club for a reception that would last hours into the evening. The speeches were perfect, the company was a ton of fun, the music was right on point, and I have to say that the whole night went down in blurry perfection. Babymama, reminded me to try and pace myself after about 3 cocktails:

B: "We're going to be here until 11, you know"
Me: "That's great, what time IS it?"
B: "5pm"
Me: "Oh, shit."

Well, needless to say the evening turned into a competitive display of dance circles and what not. I'm pretty sure I didn't get into TOO much trouble, save for running my mouth off a little too much at the end of the evening, but to anyone whom I may have damaged, emotionally or otherwise: please just send the bill. To Allison and Harry: congratulations again on taking the big leap into the vast unknown.

And to my Babymama: thanks for hanging around and consistently trying to remind me to be a better person. I know I will need the help for years to come.


Monday, August 11, 2008

Play the Violin, Johnny

The credit for this little gem really goes to my sister, who is apparently still as sick in the head as I am.

Friday, August 8, 2008

It's simply too much fun.

My blogging has slowed to a bass heavy ghetto-roll lately. The slammed Impala kind, where you begin to wonder whether there is a drive-by shooting about to happen, or some Vato's just trying not to bottom out his dual flowmaster on the speedbump...the discrepancy and your relation to it will be the tell tail sign of whether you grew up in the 'hood or the 'burbs. And I'll be honest, growing up I never really saw a hooptie roll around the corner in such a way as to make me consider diving for cover. I think it's all of this Hot August Nights visual stimulation that has me thinking classic Impala...or '37 Ford for that matter. The cars are cool.

The point is this: Summer is upon us in full record-number-of-90-degree-days-in-a-row force, and I have neglected to update on the happenings as of late. I guess that makes me a doer, and for that I will never apologize. The pool has been key this summer, too, and I find that I upon my arrival home after a long day at the office, I would much rather grab a Vodka Presbyterian (The Ginger Ale kind, of course) and lounge in or around the water than go downstairs and hammer away at the keyboard, talking about it on this blog. Don't get me wrong, I love the blog. I love you, my tens of readers. I also love Summer, and plan on getting back to it. Pronto.

Until I have more time...get out there and be somebody.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Wait, What, TWO!?

Wait, What, TWO!?
Originally uploaded by daddyisaninja.
So we had a whole heckuvalotta family over last night to celebrate Ireland's 2nd birthday. She got a ton of nice presents, including this baby and those sunglasses. Which she wore to bed. I honestly think she just knows that she is cool enough to wear her sunglasses at night.

She's a very special little girl with an amazingly sassy personality. She has no problem telling me "no, daddy" when I do anything so simple as smile at her. You see, she is defending herself from the inevitable time when she will be a complete daddy's girl. For now, she absolutely LOVES laughing and running to her mommy any time I even suggest a hug or a kiss. She is the ultimate tease, and no one gets it worse that I do. I keep my chin up, however, with the knowledge that this huge fight she is putting up with me is going to turn around into a huge amount of affection that she will not be able to contain any longer. That will be sweet.

I can wait for that, because in about 11 or 12 years I bet there will be some new competition.