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 things...how 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


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

Leisure

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

Doogie

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.




Rad.

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.