San Diego/Pacific Beach vacation was a rocking good time.
Too much to simply cover, but the basic elements consisted of fishing (caught and eight fresh sea bass), the beach every single day and copious amounts of rocking out (like the earliest night we had was 4 a.m.).
My body is paying the price now. Been trying to catch up on sleep on week and have come down with a head cold. But it was well worth the price.
San Diego was amazing. The weather was beautiful, the women are beautiful and I'm pretty sure everyone had a rocking time.
The days simply broke down like this.
Thursday rocked in PB.
Friday went fishing and then rocked the Gas Light District in downtown San Diego
Saturday house party where we rocked the shit out of my buddies house.
Sunday partial recovery/nice dinner in PB.
Each day we went to the beach. Sunday I fell asleep face down and my back got torched. My fault but whatever.
The only shitty part of vacation is getting back. This time it really sucked coming back — not sure why, but it really, really sucked.
It was good to see all the boys in San Diego. Everyone seems to be doing well at least.
What else is new?
Not a ton. Unfortunately another Steamboat homey is leaving me in a couple weeks. Sucks for me, but tremendous for her. It's a situation that's sort of weird, but I'm glad she's going. We've always had sort of a weird relationship, but all I know is I'm going to miss her a lot.
Debating whether to play rugby. All the boys that I work out with want me too, but it's a pretty rambunctious sport. I might go to training a couple of days and see if I like it.
The thing about rugby is it's a sport I've really started to dig. I guess we'll just see how it goes.
After the San Diego debacle where we spent most of the time in one of two gears — Gear 1 Party, Gear 2 Passed out, I think I need to take it relatively easy for a while. For two reasons. One my body hasn't been right since I returned and two my bank account isn't right either.
Will probably spend the next couple of weekends on the low key, just trying to get back to normal.
Also need a clear mind for future plans that are in action. The final push out of Steamboat is upon me. Hopefully in the next couple weeks to months I'll have a better idea of what that exactly is, but I've really started to try an push things in motion so I can be out of here by August/September.
Too many reasons pushing me to leave, not quite enough to stay.
My job here is pretty easy, though.
The Au pair scheme is in full swing. Things I've understood. Chicks from Germany/Austria dig me, girls from Russia/Eastern Bloc don't. It's cool though.
Sports:
How about them Rockies. 12 of 13 and counting. We just need to keep winning and find a way to get Jorge De La Rosa out of the rotation. But they actually look like a real baseball team. The true test will be when they play the other teams in the NL West. The West has owned Colorado for the past couple of years. A couple series wins or sweeps against the Dodgers, Giants and D-bags and the Rox could be a legit playoff contender.
The NBA final went as suspected. One thing was watched the first half of the clincher in a sports bar in SD. Realize this, LA fans are horrible, horrible fans. Really they are.
Not much else on the sports front now. Sort of a sports purgatory until football season begins.
Hef of the Week
So many from SD that it's almost too much to understand.
After the house party I had a penis drawn on my face, the Stanley Cup on my leg and a nazi sign on my forehead.
Got imasculated on the boat when I would touch a fish to get it off the hook. Listen this fish looked poisonous, but I was told to quit being a pussy.
Until then, keep them heads up.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
One of those weekends
It's been one of those weekends.
Yup, one of those.
Highly stressful, and highly messful (not sure if that's a word).
Regardless. Let's start with the negatives my friends.
My stomach has been really bothering me, so I went to the doctor. They're not sure what it is, but gave me some stuff and said check back in a couple weeks. They ran a bunch of tests and still weren't sure. So I got that going for me.
Then my dad's family is battling for money. Not sure how I got involved and to be honest I don't care who gets what. But that's been a headache.
My parents hate each other. Literally they do and they always expect me to choose a side. Recently it's gotten out of hand and I'm sick of it.
And the real kicker, old hombre Semsack, Sammy the Duck, Sam etc. apparently tried to kill himself late Saturday/early Sunday. Suicide's always an interesting thing, that nobody can really explain. I think at one point, everyone has thought of it. Semsack's was due to his old lady ending things recently. What makes it tough was I talked to the kid for a while on Thursday night. Sure he seemed a little down and hurt by the latest transgressions, but I felt I helped him clear some stuff up. We left the conversation laughing and calling his ex some horrible, horrible things.
He's in the hospital now and they're not sure if the dude's going to make it. He's in a coma, so it's sort of wait and see. I mean I was never best friends with him, but had been keeping in touch for a while. Plus I grew up with the kid.
The one thing he could always, always do was make you smile. He just had an innate ability to make people laugh. Whether it was busting his own chops or what, the kid always made me smile. Heck just last year, I went to a wedding with my ex and we met up with Semsack and his old lady and El Caballo for lunch. He was a good dude. Here's hoping the kid pulls through, so he can keep making people smile.
Now that we're through that bullshit, let's move onto more exciting and happy things. Despite being stressed out, there should be some relief in the next couple of weeks.
I'll be playing golf this weekend with the old man, then in a tournament here in Steamboat next week.
My golf game is like dating a bi polar (or any girl really). The last time I played my game was very up and down. Three holes were good, three were bad, three were good, three were really bad etc. That's the way it went. I went from looking like a seasoned vet, to never having played the game in a matter of just one hole.
Yesterday I hit the range and hit the ball really, really well. I'm going to go again today, and will presumably hit the ball really really bad.
After that, there's a trip to the beach planned. It's going to be awesome. Several days of perfect weather and absolutley nothing to look down on.
Not a lot else happened over the weekend. Old friend Collins was in town and we got to it a couple of nights. Went to Ms. B's birthday party on Friday at her place. Made sure it was drama free and enjoyed myself, before returning to town.
Am going to try and keep it a little more low-key this week/weekend. I've been rocking pretty hard the last three weeks and it's catching up with me. Plus I have to be full-go for the beach here in a couple weeks.
Onto sports.
Good to see the Nuggets lay down like a beaten puppy. Really, that was the best effort they could put forward? It'll be interesting to see how far they can go next year. This year they had no expectations, even when the playoffs started. the minute they had expectations (i.e. when everybody picked them in the Lakers series) they rolled over. Next season they need a better backup point guard (dude I love is Johnny Flynn from Syracuse, but doubt he'll be around when they select). Also think Gay-Mart and Bird Man might be gone. Both deals are up, but I suppose I could see them both coming back. Gay-Mart with the Veterans exception and Bird Man to a friendly deal.
Good to see the Rockies finally fire Hurdle. It was time. Whenever you're somewhere for too long, you become complacent. Jim Tracy — ehh. Hopefully he's out at the end of the year and Da Rox bring in my longtime favorite, Donny Baseball (Don Mattingly for those who don't know). I was discussing it at work today with this guy and we were both in agreement that you watch the Rockies and just know they're going to lose.
I can't remember the last time I watched the Rockies and was like "man, we're going to win." This year, it certainly hasn't happened. I wouldn't be surprised to see them end up with one of — if not the — worst record in baseball. Just the way things happen.
Another thing to note of. There isn't a worse thing to happen then when the NBA and NHL wrap up the playoffs. It's like sports purgatory. There's nothing on — I'm not watching college softball. It's like I'm stuck in a flux where I am not sure what to do. Just count down the days until football season starts. Ugh.
HEF of the WEEK
Many to note of, one that juts out.
Taking a shower and the water is just a little cold. Not much, but not to the level I like. So I am tapping the temperature do-diddle little by little. For some reason, I decide to swat the shit out of it after a few attempts. This fires the temp from a little cold to, way, way, way, way too hot. Water hits me in the back, burns me, I put my hands forward to get out of the way. Well I put my hands on the shower curtain, fall completely out, bust my dumb cococut on the toilet and fall completely naked to the bathroom floor. Embarassing. Luckily I was again showering alone.
Until next time, keep them heads up.
Yup, one of those.
Highly stressful, and highly messful (not sure if that's a word).
Regardless. Let's start with the negatives my friends.
My stomach has been really bothering me, so I went to the doctor. They're not sure what it is, but gave me some stuff and said check back in a couple weeks. They ran a bunch of tests and still weren't sure. So I got that going for me.
Then my dad's family is battling for money. Not sure how I got involved and to be honest I don't care who gets what. But that's been a headache.
My parents hate each other. Literally they do and they always expect me to choose a side. Recently it's gotten out of hand and I'm sick of it.
And the real kicker, old hombre Semsack, Sammy the Duck, Sam etc. apparently tried to kill himself late Saturday/early Sunday. Suicide's always an interesting thing, that nobody can really explain. I think at one point, everyone has thought of it. Semsack's was due to his old lady ending things recently. What makes it tough was I talked to the kid for a while on Thursday night. Sure he seemed a little down and hurt by the latest transgressions, but I felt I helped him clear some stuff up. We left the conversation laughing and calling his ex some horrible, horrible things.
He's in the hospital now and they're not sure if the dude's going to make it. He's in a coma, so it's sort of wait and see. I mean I was never best friends with him, but had been keeping in touch for a while. Plus I grew up with the kid.
The one thing he could always, always do was make you smile. He just had an innate ability to make people laugh. Whether it was busting his own chops or what, the kid always made me smile. Heck just last year, I went to a wedding with my ex and we met up with Semsack and his old lady and El Caballo for lunch. He was a good dude. Here's hoping the kid pulls through, so he can keep making people smile.
Now that we're through that bullshit, let's move onto more exciting and happy things. Despite being stressed out, there should be some relief in the next couple of weeks.
I'll be playing golf this weekend with the old man, then in a tournament here in Steamboat next week.
My golf game is like dating a bi polar (or any girl really). The last time I played my game was very up and down. Three holes were good, three were bad, three were good, three were really bad etc. That's the way it went. I went from looking like a seasoned vet, to never having played the game in a matter of just one hole.
Yesterday I hit the range and hit the ball really, really well. I'm going to go again today, and will presumably hit the ball really really bad.
After that, there's a trip to the beach planned. It's going to be awesome. Several days of perfect weather and absolutley nothing to look down on.
Not a lot else happened over the weekend. Old friend Collins was in town and we got to it a couple of nights. Went to Ms. B's birthday party on Friday at her place. Made sure it was drama free and enjoyed myself, before returning to town.
Am going to try and keep it a little more low-key this week/weekend. I've been rocking pretty hard the last three weeks and it's catching up with me. Plus I have to be full-go for the beach here in a couple weeks.
Onto sports.
Good to see the Nuggets lay down like a beaten puppy. Really, that was the best effort they could put forward? It'll be interesting to see how far they can go next year. This year they had no expectations, even when the playoffs started. the minute they had expectations (i.e. when everybody picked them in the Lakers series) they rolled over. Next season they need a better backup point guard (dude I love is Johnny Flynn from Syracuse, but doubt he'll be around when they select). Also think Gay-Mart and Bird Man might be gone. Both deals are up, but I suppose I could see them both coming back. Gay-Mart with the Veterans exception and Bird Man to a friendly deal.
Good to see the Rockies finally fire Hurdle. It was time. Whenever you're somewhere for too long, you become complacent. Jim Tracy — ehh. Hopefully he's out at the end of the year and Da Rox bring in my longtime favorite, Donny Baseball (Don Mattingly for those who don't know). I was discussing it at work today with this guy and we were both in agreement that you watch the Rockies and just know they're going to lose.
I can't remember the last time I watched the Rockies and was like "man, we're going to win." This year, it certainly hasn't happened. I wouldn't be surprised to see them end up with one of — if not the — worst record in baseball. Just the way things happen.
Another thing to note of. There isn't a worse thing to happen then when the NBA and NHL wrap up the playoffs. It's like sports purgatory. There's nothing on — I'm not watching college softball. It's like I'm stuck in a flux where I am not sure what to do. Just count down the days until football season starts. Ugh.
HEF of the WEEK
Many to note of, one that juts out.
Taking a shower and the water is just a little cold. Not much, but not to the level I like. So I am tapping the temperature do-diddle little by little. For some reason, I decide to swat the shit out of it after a few attempts. This fires the temp from a little cold to, way, way, way, way too hot. Water hits me in the back, burns me, I put my hands forward to get out of the way. Well I put my hands on the shower curtain, fall completely out, bust my dumb cococut on the toilet and fall completely naked to the bathroom floor. Embarassing. Luckily I was again showering alone.
Until next time, keep them heads up.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Kings up
I may have found out what's wrong with everybody. At least most the people I know.
Quarter-life crisis. It's a pretty interesting thing. Sort of depressing, sort of funny and true on a lot of accounts. I've been reading a book about it, but this article does a pretty good job of explaining it.
I think a lot of people I know are in a quarter-life crisis. I don't like the word crisis, I would use something else, but check it out. You'll get the idea.
Not a ton new in my life. Covered state swimming. You're thinking "state swimming? how boring." Well you're right on one account that it is pretty boring. But I covered that instead of state track where you have to work all day. At state swimming I worked three hours each day.
State swimming was in Fort Collins, so I was able to hook up with the Big Easy again. Our relationship has certainly changed in the last year, but it's been a relatively weird year. It was good to see him again. We didn't really talk a ton about things, but it was sort of like old times. There were some awkward moments for sure. Even though we aren't as close anymore, I think we'll always be friends in some way. At least I'd like to think that.
He's keeping busy and just bought a house that's pretty sweet.
All in all it was great to see him again.
It was also great to get back to the big city again. In Fort Collins it was graduation weekend, so it was a happening place. I really found myself missing that viberance. Everybody was so full of life. Everybody was happy. I miss that youth and being around it.
Steamboat certainly has some of it, but it's a pretty narrow population of people. It was freaking phenomenal. Plus the night involved Old Chicago, Strippers and Luke. That's always a good thing.
Got a new roommate. Gee money moved out, and the new reporter we hired moved in. He seems like an OK dude. Likes sports and beer.
I think he thinks I'm a complete mess. Sunday when I met him, I went to a bar for 2 for 1 drinks. Not a good idea. Monday night crushed a bunch of beers. Tuesday, Gee and I went to another dimension and Thursday I drank beers at a local watering hole at a completely unreasonable pace.
It's OK, he'll soon find out that I'm probably going to be the coolest and most radical hombre he knows.
Summer's finally here and this guy is geeked. Got my bike tuned up and am going to start riding with my one buddy who is a hardcore mountain bike guy. I'm not going to be hardcore mountain bike guy, but nevertheless I'll do what I can.
No big plans for the holiday weekend. Might go camping, might go fishing and might do nothing. Would like to play some golf, but haven't.
There isn't a ton more going on.
Yoked for a vacation in June. It's going to be the shit.
Sports continues to boot me in peppers.
The Rockies are the worst team in baseball. They are horrendous to watch and I can't stand Clint Hurdle anymore. The problem is, none of his players can stand him either. He needs to go and needs to go now.
I'm just putting this out there. I hope the Bills sign Michael Vick. They would have a dynamic offense if they did. Say what you want about him, but he was one of the best athletes in the NFL.
The guy did his time and should get back to the NFL.
I want him on my team, I just don't want him training my dog. Capeesh.
Quarter-life crisis. It's a pretty interesting thing. Sort of depressing, sort of funny and true on a lot of accounts. I've been reading a book about it, but this article does a pretty good job of explaining it.
I think a lot of people I know are in a quarter-life crisis. I don't like the word crisis, I would use something else, but check it out. You'll get the idea.
Not a ton new in my life. Covered state swimming. You're thinking "state swimming? how boring." Well you're right on one account that it is pretty boring. But I covered that instead of state track where you have to work all day. At state swimming I worked three hours each day.
State swimming was in Fort Collins, so I was able to hook up with the Big Easy again. Our relationship has certainly changed in the last year, but it's been a relatively weird year. It was good to see him again. We didn't really talk a ton about things, but it was sort of like old times. There were some awkward moments for sure. Even though we aren't as close anymore, I think we'll always be friends in some way. At least I'd like to think that.
He's keeping busy and just bought a house that's pretty sweet.
All in all it was great to see him again.
It was also great to get back to the big city again. In Fort Collins it was graduation weekend, so it was a happening place. I really found myself missing that viberance. Everybody was so full of life. Everybody was happy. I miss that youth and being around it.
Steamboat certainly has some of it, but it's a pretty narrow population of people. It was freaking phenomenal. Plus the night involved Old Chicago, Strippers and Luke. That's always a good thing.
Got a new roommate. Gee money moved out, and the new reporter we hired moved in. He seems like an OK dude. Likes sports and beer.
I think he thinks I'm a complete mess. Sunday when I met him, I went to a bar for 2 for 1 drinks. Not a good idea. Monday night crushed a bunch of beers. Tuesday, Gee and I went to another dimension and Thursday I drank beers at a local watering hole at a completely unreasonable pace.
It's OK, he'll soon find out that I'm probably going to be the coolest and most radical hombre he knows.
Summer's finally here and this guy is geeked. Got my bike tuned up and am going to start riding with my one buddy who is a hardcore mountain bike guy. I'm not going to be hardcore mountain bike guy, but nevertheless I'll do what I can.
No big plans for the holiday weekend. Might go camping, might go fishing and might do nothing. Would like to play some golf, but haven't.
There isn't a ton more going on.
Yoked for a vacation in June. It's going to be the shit.
Sports continues to boot me in peppers.
The Rockies are the worst team in baseball. They are horrendous to watch and I can't stand Clint Hurdle anymore. The problem is, none of his players can stand him either. He needs to go and needs to go now.
I'm just putting this out there. I hope the Bills sign Michael Vick. They would have a dynamic offense if they did. Say what you want about him, but he was one of the best athletes in the NFL.
The guy did his time and should get back to the NFL.
I want him on my team, I just don't want him training my dog. Capeesh.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Who are you kidding, who are you fooling, What's up Fat Lip
Been a while Luke Nation.
My bad.
All in all, it's been a relatively busy couple of weeks. At least work wise it's been busy. I covered regional track in Grand Junction. Not a big track guy. But I've at least found a way to keep it interesting.
Gambling.
Some might say I'm a sick fuck for gambling on 14, 15, 16, 17 and 18-year-old kids. Fair points. But I would like to encourage anyone to go watch a track meet the next time it's in town. Get there at the beginning and stay until the end. Pretty boring actually.
Now add gambling to it.
Here's how I did it on Friday and Saturday. There was a group of us, like five or six (can't name names since there were two coaches, one photographer and two athletes.) You do it with a dollar or 50 cents. Whatever the race is, you all pick a winner and a loser. You hit and you win. Nobody hits the pot rolls over. To make it more fair, you draw a winner and you draw a loser.
Either way it made it more interesting and sort of fun.
Summer feels like it's finally here. The weather has been improving and especially in Grand Junction it was beautiful.
Talked to the fly fishing guy and sounds like he's going to hook a brother up. That could be my biggest summer activity.
Plus I'm looking forward to trying to play some more golf this summer. I've played a couple of times and just got the news I've been waiting for.
I get to play in a couple of charity golf tournaments this summer with the company. Essentially there are a bunch of charity golf tournaments here and the paper always has a team. THis year I made the cut. That means, I've gone corporate. I get to play golf on the clock. This, at least in my terms, is a career accomplishment. There is no better feeling than playing golf on the company dollar.
As I've mentioned, work hasn't been too bad lately. I've got the old job down and pretty much do what I want, when I want. Plus I got my first rejection letter from a job offer I thought I'd be a shoe-in for. Turns out my lack of qualifications were a hinder. Was told I did make the final cut of five out of 300 so that's a plus. But I had three insiders, one on the search committee. I guess she went to bat for me, but there were too many other quality candidates. No big deal. Your boy is always fine and has numerous other things in the works. Stay tuned.
The Kentucky Derby party was totally sweet. Had a couple too many Mine Jelup's but all was forgotten. Also had several moments that will ensure I'm never president. All in all though, it was a different crowd (mostly high ranking political people). But it was a lot of fun. Didn't win any money and my horse didn't win at all, but I do love me some of the Kentucky Derby.
Other summer plans are on the horizon.
The sick one is the vacation out to San Diego with the boys. Geenis is coming and I'll have all the old crew back together. Add in Geenis and the trip has the potential to be a lifetime accomplishment type of vacation. Some activities that have been thrown around: Drinking, fishing, partying, beer pong, golf, deep sea fishing, zoo watching, Sea World, beach, drinking etc.
No doubt it's going to be totally sweet.
I think I may have gotten rung into playing rugby as well. The rugby captain and rugby coach both told me I'm playing. At least the coach — a New Zealander you simply don't want to mess with — told me I am and that's that. I've been working out with the rugby guys recently — I get called stupid pussy a lot — and they think I'm playing. Listen, I might try but most of these guys are pretty crazy. A lot are missing teeth, like to see their own blood and want nothing more than to finish the game in order to build a thirst for the piss. I suppose we'll see. I'd prefer to stand on the sidelines and drink beer.
No big plans for the next couple of weeks. Geenis is moving out here in the next couple of weeks. That sucks, but it's good for him.
Been reading quite a bit. Been venturing out of my normal reading (i.e. sports, history, war, biographies, auto-biographies).
Re-read this book called Illusions. It's the fourth time I've read it. It's a completely different book than I'd normally read. It's really out there. Each time I read it I find something different I did about it.
Also reading Water For Elephants (mom's book) and a couple others I've had lying around.
HEF of the WEEK
The press box in Grand Junction splits the baseaball and football fields. Since they do track on the football field and track around it, I sat in the press box. I gambled, played on the internet, read and listened to music. I was the only media member the first day. Guy from Glenwood shows up the second day. There were kids up there off and on. Well, I'm filing my story on the last day up in the press box, when the guy that runs the press box comes in and yells at me. Apparently on the baseball side someone had carved a baseball with a big weiner going to it with the words "baseball is gay." It was some pristine carvemanship. Really detailed. Unfortunatley the guy accuses me, proceeds to yell at me and then throws me and the guy from Glenwood out of the press box.
Hey, I'm one hell of a penis artist — have been since my youth. But I couldn't produce that quality. Plus I like baseball more than track.
My bad.
All in all, it's been a relatively busy couple of weeks. At least work wise it's been busy. I covered regional track in Grand Junction. Not a big track guy. But I've at least found a way to keep it interesting.
Gambling.
Some might say I'm a sick fuck for gambling on 14, 15, 16, 17 and 18-year-old kids. Fair points. But I would like to encourage anyone to go watch a track meet the next time it's in town. Get there at the beginning and stay until the end. Pretty boring actually.
Now add gambling to it.
Here's how I did it on Friday and Saturday. There was a group of us, like five or six (can't name names since there were two coaches, one photographer and two athletes.) You do it with a dollar or 50 cents. Whatever the race is, you all pick a winner and a loser. You hit and you win. Nobody hits the pot rolls over. To make it more fair, you draw a winner and you draw a loser.
Either way it made it more interesting and sort of fun.
Summer feels like it's finally here. The weather has been improving and especially in Grand Junction it was beautiful.
Talked to the fly fishing guy and sounds like he's going to hook a brother up. That could be my biggest summer activity.
Plus I'm looking forward to trying to play some more golf this summer. I've played a couple of times and just got the news I've been waiting for.
I get to play in a couple of charity golf tournaments this summer with the company. Essentially there are a bunch of charity golf tournaments here and the paper always has a team. THis year I made the cut. That means, I've gone corporate. I get to play golf on the clock. This, at least in my terms, is a career accomplishment. There is no better feeling than playing golf on the company dollar.
As I've mentioned, work hasn't been too bad lately. I've got the old job down and pretty much do what I want, when I want. Plus I got my first rejection letter from a job offer I thought I'd be a shoe-in for. Turns out my lack of qualifications were a hinder. Was told I did make the final cut of five out of 300 so that's a plus. But I had three insiders, one on the search committee. I guess she went to bat for me, but there were too many other quality candidates. No big deal. Your boy is always fine and has numerous other things in the works. Stay tuned.
The Kentucky Derby party was totally sweet. Had a couple too many Mine Jelup's but all was forgotten. Also had several moments that will ensure I'm never president. All in all though, it was a different crowd (mostly high ranking political people). But it was a lot of fun. Didn't win any money and my horse didn't win at all, but I do love me some of the Kentucky Derby.
Other summer plans are on the horizon.
The sick one is the vacation out to San Diego with the boys. Geenis is coming and I'll have all the old crew back together. Add in Geenis and the trip has the potential to be a lifetime accomplishment type of vacation. Some activities that have been thrown around: Drinking, fishing, partying, beer pong, golf, deep sea fishing, zoo watching, Sea World, beach, drinking etc.
No doubt it's going to be totally sweet.
I think I may have gotten rung into playing rugby as well. The rugby captain and rugby coach both told me I'm playing. At least the coach — a New Zealander you simply don't want to mess with — told me I am and that's that. I've been working out with the rugby guys recently — I get called stupid pussy a lot — and they think I'm playing. Listen, I might try but most of these guys are pretty crazy. A lot are missing teeth, like to see their own blood and want nothing more than to finish the game in order to build a thirst for the piss. I suppose we'll see. I'd prefer to stand on the sidelines and drink beer.
No big plans for the next couple of weeks. Geenis is moving out here in the next couple of weeks. That sucks, but it's good for him.
Been reading quite a bit. Been venturing out of my normal reading (i.e. sports, history, war, biographies, auto-biographies).
Re-read this book called Illusions. It's the fourth time I've read it. It's a completely different book than I'd normally read. It's really out there. Each time I read it I find something different I did about it.
Also reading Water For Elephants (mom's book) and a couple others I've had lying around.
HEF of the WEEK
The press box in Grand Junction splits the baseaball and football fields. Since they do track on the football field and track around it, I sat in the press box. I gambled, played on the internet, read and listened to music. I was the only media member the first day. Guy from Glenwood shows up the second day. There were kids up there off and on. Well, I'm filing my story on the last day up in the press box, when the guy that runs the press box comes in and yells at me. Apparently on the baseball side someone had carved a baseball with a big weiner going to it with the words "baseball is gay." It was some pristine carvemanship. Really detailed. Unfortunatley the guy accuses me, proceeds to yell at me and then throws me and the guy from Glenwood out of the press box.
Hey, I'm one hell of a penis artist — have been since my youth. But I couldn't produce that quality. Plus I like baseball more than track.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Here and there....Everywhere
It's been a couple of sick weeks.
Last week I did a couple hikes, watched the NFL draft, barbecued and pretty much had a phenomenal time.
The real kicker was Saturday's trip to Dinosaur National Monument. It's always been one of my favorite places in Colorado. I hadn't been there since last summer. last summer the park was closed because of all the snow. We were able to see some cool stuff, but not like Saturday. Saturday, me and the Geenis and his old lady and one of her friends made the trek.
It was a four mile hike in. It was sort of surreal in the fact it was a barren landscape that only had huge sage brushes (some reaching eight feet) and juniper trees. You just kept hiking over and over these rolling hills. Finally you reach this wooded area and then you hit the peak and you're on a cliff. The cliff is like 2,500 feet about the river bed. There were hawks circling below. It was phenomenal, peaceful and makes you feel pretty small.
The hike was great.
The reason I was able to do it is because, I've got my job down. I don't work that much anymore. I think I worked something like 26 hours last week. Booya. This is what happens when you work smarter, not harder. Like I said I've got this stuff down. I'm able to work ahead most days, get my Sunday stuff done really early and take time when I need to. It's all about planning and taking care of business.
Plus you can devote your life to this job, work ungodly hours and stress out if you want. I've been there and I think a lot of my co-workers are there now. I decided I don't like that. I like getting in, getting out and enjoying some Luke time.
Watched the draft, loved the Bills draft. Worked on my car a little over the weekend. Grilled out a couple times. Watched a couple movies, read a book and generally enjoyed myself.
Tuesday Gee and I did something so sweet, we made a video. It was sick. We hiked up the Steamboat Ski Area. Made it about 3/4 of the way up then sledded down. You got going rip roaring fast. It was a delight and fun as hell. We're going to try it again soon. Only downside was on my last run I couldn't control the sled and flew into a mudhole where I got douched with mud, water and tons of grossness. It's one of the last pictures in the video.
No huge plans for the weekend except for a badass Kentucky Derby party on Saturday. Mint Julips, cigars, ball busting and betting will ensue. Going to a chile cookoff Sunday. That's about it.
I'm so pumped summer is here. I mean I can't explain it. I'm trying to get into fly fishing (think I can get a free setup with my contacts/hook ups — about time I start using my stature to my advantage). Also planning on taking a kayaking class. At least preliminary plans are to do that.
The job search is going OK. It's sort of exciting I suppose. It's like I'm just getting out of college again and am a piece of meat. We should know more on this in the near future. International plans could happen — which is as the masses say "righteous and kickass."
Still trying to plan some sort of vacation. Not sure where, with who or what in the hell I'm going to do, but all I know is will be sick.
Sports
As I mentioned loved the Bills draft. One thing to come out is how rediculous Broncos fans are. They're burning McDaniels at the cross and he hasn't coached a game yet. What has he done? Got rid of a quarterback that never made it to the playoffs, had to win one of his last four to punch his ticket and couldn't. He's overhauled a roster that was mediocre at best. He's got more rings than Shanahan and now is getting his players into his system. He hired Mike Nolan as his D-coordinator — one of the top five D-coordinators in the league. He'll make Kyle Orton into a pro-bowl caliber quarterback and just watch Knowshown Moreno win ROY. Just watch. But Bronco fan wants the dude gone and he hasn't coached a game. How about giving him at least half a season before you call for his head. Doesn't that seem logical. Stupid Bronco fan.
Hef of the week
Had to have been getting douched after sledding. Not too bad of a HEF, but it was pretty gross and cold. I was out of control — livin on the edge man — and thought I had made a good turn. Turns out I dumped my ass into the river/mud. My whole backside was caked with mud, I was freezing and I smelt pretty bad. But that was fine. Besides it's not easy being the sweetest dude in town.
Pimps up.
Last week I did a couple hikes, watched the NFL draft, barbecued and pretty much had a phenomenal time.
The real kicker was Saturday's trip to Dinosaur National Monument. It's always been one of my favorite places in Colorado. I hadn't been there since last summer. last summer the park was closed because of all the snow. We were able to see some cool stuff, but not like Saturday. Saturday, me and the Geenis and his old lady and one of her friends made the trek.
It was a four mile hike in. It was sort of surreal in the fact it was a barren landscape that only had huge sage brushes (some reaching eight feet) and juniper trees. You just kept hiking over and over these rolling hills. Finally you reach this wooded area and then you hit the peak and you're on a cliff. The cliff is like 2,500 feet about the river bed. There were hawks circling below. It was phenomenal, peaceful and makes you feel pretty small.
The hike was great.
The reason I was able to do it is because, I've got my job down. I don't work that much anymore. I think I worked something like 26 hours last week. Booya. This is what happens when you work smarter, not harder. Like I said I've got this stuff down. I'm able to work ahead most days, get my Sunday stuff done really early and take time when I need to. It's all about planning and taking care of business.
Plus you can devote your life to this job, work ungodly hours and stress out if you want. I've been there and I think a lot of my co-workers are there now. I decided I don't like that. I like getting in, getting out and enjoying some Luke time.
Watched the draft, loved the Bills draft. Worked on my car a little over the weekend. Grilled out a couple times. Watched a couple movies, read a book and generally enjoyed myself.
Tuesday Gee and I did something so sweet, we made a video. It was sick. We hiked up the Steamboat Ski Area. Made it about 3/4 of the way up then sledded down. You got going rip roaring fast. It was a delight and fun as hell. We're going to try it again soon. Only downside was on my last run I couldn't control the sled and flew into a mudhole where I got douched with mud, water and tons of grossness. It's one of the last pictures in the video.
No huge plans for the weekend except for a badass Kentucky Derby party on Saturday. Mint Julips, cigars, ball busting and betting will ensue. Going to a chile cookoff Sunday. That's about it.
I'm so pumped summer is here. I mean I can't explain it. I'm trying to get into fly fishing (think I can get a free setup with my contacts/hook ups — about time I start using my stature to my advantage). Also planning on taking a kayaking class. At least preliminary plans are to do that.
The job search is going OK. It's sort of exciting I suppose. It's like I'm just getting out of college again and am a piece of meat. We should know more on this in the near future. International plans could happen — which is as the masses say "righteous and kickass."
Still trying to plan some sort of vacation. Not sure where, with who or what in the hell I'm going to do, but all I know is will be sick.
Sports
As I mentioned loved the Bills draft. One thing to come out is how rediculous Broncos fans are. They're burning McDaniels at the cross and he hasn't coached a game yet. What has he done? Got rid of a quarterback that never made it to the playoffs, had to win one of his last four to punch his ticket and couldn't. He's overhauled a roster that was mediocre at best. He's got more rings than Shanahan and now is getting his players into his system. He hired Mike Nolan as his D-coordinator — one of the top five D-coordinators in the league. He'll make Kyle Orton into a pro-bowl caliber quarterback and just watch Knowshown Moreno win ROY. Just watch. But Bronco fan wants the dude gone and he hasn't coached a game. How about giving him at least half a season before you call for his head. Doesn't that seem logical. Stupid Bronco fan.
Hef of the week
Had to have been getting douched after sledding. Not too bad of a HEF, but it was pretty gross and cold. I was out of control — livin on the edge man — and thought I had made a good turn. Turns out I dumped my ass into the river/mud. My whole backside was caked with mud, I was freezing and I smelt pretty bad. But that was fine. Besides it's not easy being the sweetest dude in town.
Pimps up.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Almost an eagle
Done with planned weekends for a while. It's nice, but it was a hell of weekend for the big guy.
We put on a charity dodgeball tournament for a friend that is a tennis pro here and was diagnosed with skin cancer.
The tournament was Saturday and Sunday and turned out to be a complete success. We raised more than $7,000 for the guy and his family.
It was phenomenal.
Sunday was a great day. All the people that helped put it on along with a few others enjoyed a pool party at our friend Erin and Rob's place. After, went back to my house, drank beer and watched the sun say goodbye to the mountains. Some amazing colors came about. Then we had a campfire next to our house, before wrapping it up with a Nuggets win.
Monday was equally good. Played the first nine of the year at Yampa Valley Golf Course in Craig and played extremely well. Shot 40. Almost had an Eagle on No. 2. Crushed 5-wood to about 35 yards out. Hit a little wedge in that rimmed out and made my kick-in three.
Boy did it feel good to play golf again. Whenever there is anything on my mind a little golf takes a lot of stress away. I can honestly say there were some things bothering me Monday morning, but during golf I didn't think one bit about it and felt great after.
Followed it up with some Manic Training in Hayden. I've been doing it for a couple months and just get the living crap kicked out of me every time. It's too hard to explain so here's a video and story to explain it.
Thinking of trying to put together a little vacation in June or July. Haven't decided to where yet but have been browsing around taking the Amtrak train from Denver to San Francisco, then hopefully meeting up with some buddies there.
It's under $100. So that would be nice.
It's finally starting to feel like Spring here. At least for the time being, seeing as how it could snow at any minute. But it's been several nice days stacked together.
Either way I feel restless. I feel like I need to do something, I just don't know what. Maybe I'll trek down to Dinosaur this weekend or something just to get away from everything. I sort of need a retreat away from everything to get my mind right.
Maybe I'll go up to Wyoming. Which reminds me as I write this I need to get my fishing license. I think I'll probably get a license in Wyoming as well. It'll be worth it if I make it up there a half dozen times.
I've decided (for the third summer in a row) I'm going to do my best to take up fly fishing. In fact as soon as I finish this, I'm stopping by the fly fishing store and seeing what the deal is.
HEF OF THE WEEK
My dodgeball performance was less than stellar. The weekend was pretty low key, so there weren't too many chances for huge hefs. I suppose it could have been from seeing my brother on Sunday and realizing we're about six months away from him being able to absolutely stomp a mud hole in my ass. But we've still got six months to put the little pecker in his place.
Until next time, ya'all. Be good.
We put on a charity dodgeball tournament for a friend that is a tennis pro here and was diagnosed with skin cancer.
The tournament was Saturday and Sunday and turned out to be a complete success. We raised more than $7,000 for the guy and his family.
It was phenomenal.
Sunday was a great day. All the people that helped put it on along with a few others enjoyed a pool party at our friend Erin and Rob's place. After, went back to my house, drank beer and watched the sun say goodbye to the mountains. Some amazing colors came about. Then we had a campfire next to our house, before wrapping it up with a Nuggets win.
Monday was equally good. Played the first nine of the year at Yampa Valley Golf Course in Craig and played extremely well. Shot 40. Almost had an Eagle on No. 2. Crushed 5-wood to about 35 yards out. Hit a little wedge in that rimmed out and made my kick-in three.
Boy did it feel good to play golf again. Whenever there is anything on my mind a little golf takes a lot of stress away. I can honestly say there were some things bothering me Monday morning, but during golf I didn't think one bit about it and felt great after.
Followed it up with some Manic Training in Hayden. I've been doing it for a couple months and just get the living crap kicked out of me every time. It's too hard to explain so here's a video and story to explain it.
Thinking of trying to put together a little vacation in June or July. Haven't decided to where yet but have been browsing around taking the Amtrak train from Denver to San Francisco, then hopefully meeting up with some buddies there.
It's under $100. So that would be nice.
It's finally starting to feel like Spring here. At least for the time being, seeing as how it could snow at any minute. But it's been several nice days stacked together.
Either way I feel restless. I feel like I need to do something, I just don't know what. Maybe I'll trek down to Dinosaur this weekend or something just to get away from everything. I sort of need a retreat away from everything to get my mind right.
Maybe I'll go up to Wyoming. Which reminds me as I write this I need to get my fishing license. I think I'll probably get a license in Wyoming as well. It'll be worth it if I make it up there a half dozen times.
I've decided (for the third summer in a row) I'm going to do my best to take up fly fishing. In fact as soon as I finish this, I'm stopping by the fly fishing store and seeing what the deal is.
HEF OF THE WEEK
My dodgeball performance was less than stellar. The weekend was pretty low key, so there weren't too many chances for huge hefs. I suppose it could have been from seeing my brother on Sunday and realizing we're about six months away from him being able to absolutely stomp a mud hole in my ass. But we've still got six months to put the little pecker in his place.
Until next time, ya'all. Be good.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Shorts week
The winter keeps getting longer and longer. As the case has been I've declared this week Shorts Week. It's my way of saying I'm sick of all this god damn snow. The first couple days went off without any hiccups. Today it's snowing sideways and shorts might not have been the best idea.
But here, spring is a mentality, not a reality. So it's shorts no matter how Mother Nature bitch slaps me. Unfortunately, I've been the only one competing in Shorts Week. I guess I'll win another gold medal in my own competition. GNEISS.
It's been a busy couple of months for me. Seems like the weekends have been filled with things. This weekend we're throwing a benefit dodgeball tournament for a buddy who has skin cancer. Looking like we'll raise a good amount of money. Plus there are a ton of sweet prizes/raffle items.
After that, I'll finally have time to focus on things I really need to do. I'll be getting my nose to the grind and trying to figure out what to do. So I suppose that's exciting. I've started to stable my financial future (I'm an investor!), and some other things that needed taking care of, such as anything dealing with my future.
Went to the Rockies opening day last Friday. It was good, da Rox won, lit up Cole Hamels and looked like a team that could compete in the division.
Plus there is nothing like opening day. It's a beautiful thing. I love live baseball (live anything really), but there is something special about baseball. The way the grass is cut, the field crew, batting practice (maybe one of my favorite all-time events). I think when people look back on it, they always remember their first baseball game with their families or dads.
On Friday I went in early before the people I was with. I had to catch batting practice and just sit there by myself and take it all in. It still gives me that special feeling.
I'll always remember my first baseball game with my dad (Rockies-Braves with Terry Pendelton hitting bombs in batting practice) and with my grandpa (Denver Zephyrs and it was cold). On Friday there was a son and his dad a few rows down and a little over. They were keeping score and the kid — probably around 7 — was transfixed on the game and everything surrounding it. Mustard and ketchup all over his face, a couple of cokes and a scorebook for dad. I'm pretty sure every time I looked over, the kids old man had a smile on his face.
And that right there is why baseball is called the National Pastime.
After the game went out in Denver for a while. Went to the Thuderbird for burgers and beers and dancing. It was fun. Good times all around.
Also thinking having a lesbian friend might be the best wing-man there is. Really it is, unless you're like the big guy who has the way to create unheard levels of sexual tension, get uproariously cockblocked and can pussy out.
Either way, Friday was good fun.
Sunday's Master's was beautiful as well. Tiger and Phil going blow for blow, making it interesting, then choking. A playoff and then I ate steak. All around a phenomenal day. I loved every bit of it.
Not much else is new on this front. Hoping to get the nose to grind like I said and start to really figure some stuff out about what in the hell I'm going to do. I got two friends taking the LSAT's in June, so if I do turn to a life of crime I should be set. Let's just hope they both take the public defender road to help me out. I have no interest in law.
If anything my newest interest is dropping off the grid for a while. Really not sure if this is the best move, but it's a distinct possibility.
Trying to plan a summer trip. I'd love to go to Nashville for a couple days and just take in some live music. Plus I'd have to go to DollyWood since Dolly Parton is my girl. I've been jamming her CD recently and I'm not afraid to admit it.
Other options include: train ride from Denver to San Fran where I'd meet some buddies. Venture out to Boston to see my cousin, rent a car and hit up the far NE as well as DC and Philly. Plus I want to go to a baseball game in Baltimore. We'll see what happens.
HEF OF THE WEEK
This one is good. Covering lax and I lean against a shelf in the press box. I start to slide and I get a splinter in my ass. This causes a great deal of pain to me. Splinter went through my shorts and directly into my left butt cheek. Like I said the pain is too much, but there's a dozen or so people in the press box so, it's not like I can drop trow and get it out. So I go over to the one coaches box, close the door (people knew something was up since I never close that door). In there I must have looked like a gorilla caught in an electric fence. It couldn't have been pretty. Fluttering around with my pants loose and my hands in the back of my pants. Finally though, I got an inch splinter out of my left butt cheek. Success.
But here, spring is a mentality, not a reality. So it's shorts no matter how Mother Nature bitch slaps me. Unfortunately, I've been the only one competing in Shorts Week. I guess I'll win another gold medal in my own competition. GNEISS.
It's been a busy couple of months for me. Seems like the weekends have been filled with things. This weekend we're throwing a benefit dodgeball tournament for a buddy who has skin cancer. Looking like we'll raise a good amount of money. Plus there are a ton of sweet prizes/raffle items.
After that, I'll finally have time to focus on things I really need to do. I'll be getting my nose to the grind and trying to figure out what to do. So I suppose that's exciting. I've started to stable my financial future (I'm an investor!), and some other things that needed taking care of, such as anything dealing with my future.
Went to the Rockies opening day last Friday. It was good, da Rox won, lit up Cole Hamels and looked like a team that could compete in the division.
Plus there is nothing like opening day. It's a beautiful thing. I love live baseball (live anything really), but there is something special about baseball. The way the grass is cut, the field crew, batting practice (maybe one of my favorite all-time events). I think when people look back on it, they always remember their first baseball game with their families or dads.
On Friday I went in early before the people I was with. I had to catch batting practice and just sit there by myself and take it all in. It still gives me that special feeling.
I'll always remember my first baseball game with my dad (Rockies-Braves with Terry Pendelton hitting bombs in batting practice) and with my grandpa (Denver Zephyrs and it was cold). On Friday there was a son and his dad a few rows down and a little over. They were keeping score and the kid — probably around 7 — was transfixed on the game and everything surrounding it. Mustard and ketchup all over his face, a couple of cokes and a scorebook for dad. I'm pretty sure every time I looked over, the kids old man had a smile on his face.
And that right there is why baseball is called the National Pastime.
After the game went out in Denver for a while. Went to the Thuderbird for burgers and beers and dancing. It was fun. Good times all around.
Also thinking having a lesbian friend might be the best wing-man there is. Really it is, unless you're like the big guy who has the way to create unheard levels of sexual tension, get uproariously cockblocked and can pussy out.
Either way, Friday was good fun.
Sunday's Master's was beautiful as well. Tiger and Phil going blow for blow, making it interesting, then choking. A playoff and then I ate steak. All around a phenomenal day. I loved every bit of it.
Not much else is new on this front. Hoping to get the nose to grind like I said and start to really figure some stuff out about what in the hell I'm going to do. I got two friends taking the LSAT's in June, so if I do turn to a life of crime I should be set. Let's just hope they both take the public defender road to help me out. I have no interest in law.
If anything my newest interest is dropping off the grid for a while. Really not sure if this is the best move, but it's a distinct possibility.
Trying to plan a summer trip. I'd love to go to Nashville for a couple days and just take in some live music. Plus I'd have to go to DollyWood since Dolly Parton is my girl. I've been jamming her CD recently and I'm not afraid to admit it.
Other options include: train ride from Denver to San Fran where I'd meet some buddies. Venture out to Boston to see my cousin, rent a car and hit up the far NE as well as DC and Philly. Plus I want to go to a baseball game in Baltimore. We'll see what happens.
HEF OF THE WEEK
This one is good. Covering lax and I lean against a shelf in the press box. I start to slide and I get a splinter in my ass. This causes a great deal of pain to me. Splinter went through my shorts and directly into my left butt cheek. Like I said the pain is too much, but there's a dozen or so people in the press box so, it's not like I can drop trow and get it out. So I go over to the one coaches box, close the door (people knew something was up since I never close that door). In there I must have looked like a gorilla caught in an electric fence. It couldn't have been pretty. Fluttering around with my pants loose and my hands in the back of my pants. Finally though, I got an inch splinter out of my left butt cheek. Success.
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