I went to New York and all I got were these pictures of New York

My brothers and dad met my cousin and uncle in Jersey City the other day and we hopped a train to NYC, then a subway to Yankee Stadium to watch the Phillies put on a clinic for the Yankees (in 11 innings). I planned to document the trip in pictures culminating in pictures of my bros and me and my dad in front of the field, but then didn't feel like taking those pics. So I'm left with these.







My uncle works on Wall Street, but the address they use is the side alley behind his building because he sells Catholic School Books and the nuns and priests wouldn't approve. Shhh, don't tell.










A-Rod striking out I'm sure.


The amount of tourists taking pictures of and looking at ground zero is absurd. There's tarps around 95% of it and people take pictures of the tarps. I don't get it.

Free Shit

On Thursday after 40 days and 40 nights of rain we finally got a break in the weather and I was able to mow the lawn. As I was mowing it, I grew more and more angry at my non-English speaking neighbor. He got a delivery of mulch in his driveway and it was the shittiest smelling mulch I've ever been a witness to. Add that to the fact that the grass I was cutting was about 7 feet high, and it was not a happy night for me. As I was finishing up my front lawn he started approaching me. We've lived there for 4 years and he's never crossed the street. I felt a fight coming on. He must have sensed my anger. I stopped my mower and prepared for some sort of ninja attack. He made a strange motion and said something I didn't understand. I got in the karate kid crane position when I realized he was offering me his mulch. "too much, too much" he said. I relaxed and spent the next hour wheeling mulch from his house to mine. I couldn't pass up free shit.

Broadstreetrun

This weekend I ran the Broad Street Run. 10 miles through Philly. My goal was to do it under 70 minutes (under 7 minutes per mile). I crushed that time by 6 seconds. My original plan was to go out hard for the first 5 miles then try to hang on. I only made up to mile 3 hard, but I was still able to hold on and accomplish my goal.

To note:
It was raining most of the race and not ideal weather, but better than the previous Sunday's 90 degrees.
I'm still sore, and have one black toenail from the pressure of running hard in wet shoes, but mostly ok.
A certain local female weatherwoman who I wrote about 2 years ago (and still get 2-3 daily hits so I won't write her name) also ran the race. I was able to beat her 2 years ago (nevermind she was 6 months pregnant). This year she beat me by 5 minutes and was the 38th fastest female overall.
I finished in 1005th place out of 23,172.
Yesterday I was in 983rd place, but somehow 22 more people beat me a day later.
The governor of PA stands on the street 6 miles in giving high fives and I was 2 feet past him before realizing I missed getting a high five for the 3rd year in a row.
I've run 267 miles so far in 2009. I ran 265 in all of 2008.

uggh

My current favorite thing with my daughter is when I do something and she says "You're the best daddy!" and I say "No, you're the best!", "no, daddy, YOU'RE the best." repeat, repeat, repeat. If I do it enough she gets angry at me because she wants me to be the best.

For the past 16 weeks I've been training to run the Broad Street Run which is this weekend. It's a 10 mile run through philly and will be my 3rd year running it. A few weeks ago my training runs magically started getting faster and faster and I'm really excited to see just how fast I can run the 10 miles. When I have to walk after 4 miles I'll know I went too hard.

Approximately once a day I think of something I should write about then forget what it is 5 minutes later.

I always told myself I'd never offically quit blogging, but a few more shitty posts like this and I think my blogger card will be revoked.

Previously on theytriedtomakemegoto

Summer of 2007 I started a private blog which I stopped updating a while ago. Here's how the story went...

My brother is an alcoholic and entered rehab
He got out of rehab in high spirits and high hopes
He started to put his life back together and met a girl in the program
She relapsed at the same time a bunch of friends had fatal relapses.

The story picks back up...

He stayed with the girl for a short period of time, but they're no longer together.
He made the Dean's List at the local community college a few semesters in a row.

A few months ago some people from Bucknell University visited his school looking for candidates to attend their school. They held a meeting for all people interested and as they started they said if at any time you don't feel you're right for the program you may get up and walk out. We're looking for someone who is not exactly right out of high school, and a bunch of people got up and left. We're looking for someone who has maybe not had the easiest road to get here, and a bunch of people got up and walked out. They continued to talk about the type of people they were searching for and my brother fit every criteria. He went on a few interviews and the field was narrowed down. He was still in the running. Two weeks ago he went on the final interview and today got a letter. He has been accepted to the program to finish his last two years at Bucknell. Free of tuition. Free room and board. Free books and everything he needs.

When I graduated high school I didn't bother applying to Bucknell because I knew I wouldn't get in. I'm amazed and proud of the turnaround my brother has made and feel no need to have a private blog to write about it. I imagine that living on a college campus is not the easiest thing in the world for a recovering alcoholic, but I have no doubt he will shine.

8 years

Yesterday marked my 8 year anniversary of working at the same company. Think of all the things one can do in 8 years. One could complete two terms of presidency and ruin a country. One could serve time in prison for involuntary manslaughter (I guess, I really have no idea). One could could have 10 non-twin kids, or 80 kids if you were an octomom every time you got knocked up. For me, 8 years means 5 more days of vacation. Bringing my annual vacation time to 6 weeks 2 days. If I really wanted to I could take off from November 18th until February 17th. How bad ass would that be?

April Fools!

So, I'm pregnant! Worlds 2nd pregnant man.

no, no, no...

So, I got in a car accident this morning and I'm in a coma.

no, no, no

So, I quit my job to pursue a full time blogging job because I've been so steady with updating this blog once a month

I actually did get my wife this morning. She called me on her way to work to warn me about cops on the road. When I got into work I sent her an email explaining how she had called me right as I was getting into my car and that made me forget to put my seatbelt on and was pulled over and given a $132 ticket for no seatbelt. She called me screaming about 30 seconds later. Ha! fool!

The New Dora

So, parents are outraged by the new Dora. Check her out, she's pretty slutty, huh?



Same jewelry, but look at that trashy dresspants thing! And the slutty thinned out bangs! Pretty unacceptable if you ask me. But the most unacceptable part of Dora? Her Explorer skills.

I mean, her nickname is the Explorer and she really doesn't explore shit. I went to high school with a dude named Druggie Dave. You know why that was his name? He was a druggie. Tonight I read a Dora book to my daughter and Dora found the Play Park. And the only reason she found the play park was because she had a friggen map.

You know who didn't have a map? Christopher Columbus. If the Earth were flat, he'd have been dead. And Ferdinand Magellan. He circled the Earth with no talking map in his backpack. Even my least favorite Explorer, Vasco Nunez de Balbo, who "discovered" the Pacific Ocean is a better Explorer than Dora. The guy walked a few miles, opened his eyes, saw water and became one of the most famous explorers in history. It's not all that much more than Dora, but he never had his own tv show.

On yesterday's episode of Dora the Explorer she discovered her house. Her own damn house. She went through the Spooky Forest, past the Nut Farm, and then to Dora's house. All with the help of that whiny map she checked 25 times along the way.

I don't care much about the new Dora's headband or fashion sense. But, I hope that she has learned some better exploring skills in her older, sluttier years.

So Close

Last night I had a dream that some guy was living in my attic without me knowing. One night he made the mistake of coming down to use the bathroom before I was asleep. I wrestled him to the ground until the cops came. I was naked. After the cops took him away I so excited that I would finally have something interesting to blog about. Unfortunately I do not.

It's a sad State of the World

When this many more people care about Idol than Starburst Porn

Who got kicked off American Idol last night?

Have that as a post title and watch the hits!

That jasmine girl that kinda looks like a fish just got kicked off and Ryan made some creepy comments to her off mic.

I don't know who else because I'm still, unfortunately, watching it.

Either that gokey guy will win it all or that girl that has a kid (does every remaining chick have a kid?)

Is it just me or is that emo/goth d-bag the most overrated singer ever?

I am 100% CONSUMED with watching the greatest American hero looking dude do chorography.

What's this judges save shit?

heh heh. He said...

In a few weeks I'm will have been with my company for 8 years. Everyday people come up to me and ask me questions and I often know the answers off the top of my head. When they walk away I think about how odd/pathetic/cool it is that I have all of this information in my head. But what's even cooler is when I get to say things like "Scrotum" and "Vagina" in a purely business sense.

Punta Canans must be sneaky

So, we're back from vacation and not happy about it. The weather was in the 80s and sunny everyday and returning to highs of 37 is not desirable. We enjoyed a lot of relaxing by the pool and on the beach. The only interesting story of the long weekend was when someone spiked my wife's drink. Or at least that's what must have happened. It definitely was not the 12 drinks she had consumed. The night was just like every other night there... dinner, followed by me kicking her ass in scrabble, followed by the resort's boring theatric show, followed by more drinks, followed by the karaoke bar, followed by the disco. The disco is surely where someone spiked her drink. They probably had some sort of special drug that makes you dance when you never normally dance, and the drug must have had some special powers over the spikee's husband to let her drag him out on the dance floor too. At around 2:30am the dancing part of the drug started to wear off and I knew better to get her back to the room before someone, besides me, took advantage of her in this drunken sabotaged state. Within 2 seconds of entering our room she was passed out. For about 10 minutes before getting up annnd... relieving herself of the contents of her stomach as I held her hair. We then returned to bed where I was happy to stay with her in bed and protect her from further attacks until around 2pm the next afternoon.



Irish coffees hours before the incident. Definitey NOT part of the problem.


Toughing it out the next night.

It's just not worth it

189 - Weight on Dec 31st (after a night of drinking beer and eating wings)
49 - Days since then
45 - Total "workouts" since then
22 - times I've run
86 - miles I've run
10 - times I've lifted
13 - times I've done pushups (since Jan 15)
1489 - total pushups
1500ish - total situps
183 - today's weight
6 - pounds lost

Is all that worth 6 pounds? I don't think so. Could I have run a few more miles? yes. Could I have lifted a few more times? yes. Could I have eaten less pizza and wings and burriitos? no. Could I have drank less than a keg of beer? debatable.

I'm starting to believe this whole exercise thing is a scam. Or maybe I should just finally cut my hair to lose that last 5 pounds.

Tainted Love

Three years ago I made 12 of the most ridiculously stupid Valentines day cards for my wife. And not only did I give her all these cheesy non-traditional cards, but I gave her the utlra-cheesy, ultra-traditional "bear holding a heart" (because ofa joke on The Office maybe? I don't remember). At the time I wish I sat back and decided to giver her one every year until the year 2018 instead of all 12 at once. Because now I have nothing. I've had nothing for the past two years either.

Next Thursday we're going to Punta Cana, so we agreed to get each other something small vacation related for V-Day. So, I'm thinking I'll get her sand in my bathing suit. Or maybe sunburn can be bottled? I know the mosquitos there have malaria, so I wonder if I could get her one of those? I'm open to other romantic suggestions.

My first homebrew

As I wrote a few weeks ago I started to brew my own beer. It was a lager that is suggested to sit in the bottle for 12 weeks before drinking. Obviously, 1 week is long enough for me. I opened it with the fear of God in me, honestly and completely expecting it to shoot up to the ceiling. But, it sounded and acted like a normal beer. The extra 11 week definitely will help in the clarity:




But, holy shit, it's actual good. Really good. I'm so excited. So excited I'm brewing anohter batch. Right now. It's almost 11pm and I've got about another hour and a half. uggh.. Good thing I have some beer to drink..

The Blogojevich

About a month or so ago I made the decision to not get a haircut. I've had the same haircut for the past 12 years. A size 2 or 3 razor thingy on the sides and back. Kinda short in the front with a "push-up ceaser". Here's a collage I made of my hair as well as some other awesome things.



I decided it was time for a change. To what you ask? I made no plans. I was just going to let it grow and see what happens. Maybe I'd end up looking cool like one of the guys in Flight of the Concords. Maybe I'd get sick of it and go back. But, so far I'm sticking it out. It's getting to the point where I have to start doing something different with it and right now I think my only choice is to emulate my favorite corrupt politician.




I know I still have a few more months to get it to his height. I know I'll never achieve his greatness, but I'm going for it. I'm not giving it up for bleeping nothing. I'm not going to do it.

Change

After 8 long years this country is seeing a change like no other. After 8 long years I have changed my underwear and socks. I can't imagine a bigger change than that occurring anywhere today.

Is it too early?

So, I'm amazed and glad that everyone survived that plane crash, but the list of heroes seems to grow by the minute. The pilot, the people holding babies, the people pulling others out of the water, the ferry taxis, the father and son, etc..

I want to hear the stories about the guy who shit his pants then punched an old lady as he tried to get out the door.... but then refused to step out on the wing because I ain't going in that cold ass water. Because that would be me. Right after I rescued 3 babies and a dolphin. Of course.

Vista must be broken

If it's such a beautiful, sunny day outside...




why is my computer showing me this ridiculous temperature?

An update!

I screwed up some stuff pretty good at work today, so I've been on a call since 6pm. I'm at a lull now so I figured I'd update this.

Based on what I've been up to, it seems I'm rich with nothing good to do with my time. Since I last wrote I bought dining room furniture, a 46 inch tv with stand, a tv stand for the basement tv, I booked a vacation to punta cana in February, and I started making my own beer.



Which was a total disaster when it boiled over the top.



Hopefully it tastes ok in the end. I'll find out in 12 friggen weeks when it's ready. I don't think I can wait that long.

Merry Christmas

The starbursts got overruled

I'm terrible at getting in accidents

I just got in a less-than-fender bender at lunch. I just shopped for about two hours and could not find everything I needed. I was angry. It was 1:30 and I hadn't eaten yet, which got me more angry. Kym called me and asked me to make another stop and that added to my anger as I was getting onto a highway on a horrible onramp that's under construction and the guy in front of me slammed on his brakes, and I slammed on mine and I tapped him. He stopped and I looked at him to see what he would do as he continued to talk on his cell phone. He just sat there. 20 seconds, 30 seconds. I wasn't sure if he was waiting for a break in traffic to pull onto the highway, or what. About a minute went by before I decide to get out and go see what was up. He, while talking on his phone, said, "I guess I need your insurance." I said, "There's no damage" He said "Well, you hit me." I said, "Well, you slammed on your brakes for no reason." He said "The guy in front of me did." (unconfirmed). I got my info and he wrote it down. Said he had no idea what to even write down, and I didn't either. He wrote some stuff and asked if I wanted to wait for the police or just go. I told him I wanted to just go, there's nothing more than a little scratch on the bumpers (that aren't worht fixing) and I had to get back to work.

The dumbest thing was, I didn't feel like dealing with it so I just left without writing down any info of his. I called Kym, who got mad at me, so I turned around, got back on the highway and went back. Less than 15 minutes later, he was gone (so he must not have called the police). Hopefully I don't get arrested tonight. Hopefully they wait until after Christmas.

Remind me not to crash my car anymore.

It's Begining to Look a Lot Like Starbursts...

One of the most annoying things about the holidays is picking out our Christmas card. Even when we pick a picture the style and saying takes another 3 hours. We're still undecided. Maybe you can help.

Schindler's Gas

Is anyone else all-consumed with the dropping gas prices? I work about 6 miles from home and pass three gas stations. Every day on the way into work and on the way home I get excited to see if the prices dropped again. They do almost every afternoon and I look down at my gas tank and see I don't need any and I think to myself, "I should just get it anyway, this HAS to be the bottom", or "I'll still be saving money if I only need 1 gallon to fill up, right?", or "Gas is cheaper than beer, I wonder if it would get me drunk." I've been doing this for a few weeks and I'm finally nearing empty and actually do need gas. Now, I find myself on the opposite site of the fence. I keep thinking, "I can save 30 more cents if I wait until tonight" , or "I don't need it yet, I can go one more day, just one more day", or "I wonder if these pants make me look fat".

It has become an obsession that I'm sure will end up with me running out of gas and walking into work in a few days.

Beachy-Keen

Kym and I have been lucky enough to be granted a sitter so we can take a 4 night vacation early next year. Almost every year we go to somewhere in the Caribbean. This year we were thinking about using some Hilton points and getting a free hotel somewhere within in the US. We'd want it to be a relaxing vacation.... which is why we always end up going to the islands. In the spirit of losing our billions in the stock market this year we were thinking of being conservative with the spending. We like skiing, but prefer to be warmer. We're horrible at making decisions, so we'll probably end up paying for an all-inclusive beach trip. Any suggestions?

I never questioned the friendships I made until a homeless guy had more Facebook friends than me

In the neighborhood I grew up in there were two homeless guys. I lived in the suburbs, but there were two guys that were always walking around town who very much seemed to be homeless. Art the Artist and Slobbering Bob.

Art the Artist was on the mean side. He never talked to anyone, he smelled really bad and he always had a scowl on his face. He'd hang out at the library and draw and you couldn't sit on the same side of the library as him without gagging from the smell. But, he drew the coolest pictures. Gothic type things with gargoyles and bad ass scary shit.

On the other hand Slobbering Bob was mister outgoing. He always had on a Phillies jacket and a hat back in the day. He'd slobber when he talked and his jacket was covered with it. He'd talk to anyone and everyone. He'd always ask you if you could ride a bike and if you had one he'd ask if he could ride it. He always warned against the dangers of smoking too. I didn't know it, but he apparently loved to help people take down their Christmas decorations. He just walked around town all the time. We lived 20 minutes west of Philly and somehow he was also a permanent fixed at the Jersey shore. No one ever knew how he got there. Some people said he'd walk the 120 miles, others said he'd take a bus. But, everyone knew who he was.

A little over a week ago someone started a Facebook group in his honor. As I write this the group has 454 members with 92 wall posts. Almost all positive. He's still doing the same thing of going back and forth between PA and NJ and being Mr. social.

It kinda makes me wish I were more social.

But not really.

Another YouTube Video no one will care about

Here's my favorite youtuber. Not my favorite song of hers, but the video must have taken a ridiculous amount of effort, so I'm posting it.

Top 8 things that me want to be a vampire

Based on the vampire character defintion in HBO's True Blood.

1. Sleep all day
2. Don't have jobs
3. Are good at Wii
4. Drink Blood
5. Can't fly
6. Run fast
7. Watch lots of tv
8. Like chicks

I normally put this stuff on the baby blog, but whatever

Last night we had lasagna for dinner and Kenslee wouldn't eat any of it. Kym decided to try to get her to eat and in what I'd describe as a voice you use when you're talking as a ghost she said "'I waaant sooome tomatoes!' Kenslee, did you hear that? It was your belly saying it wants tomatoes." And Kenslee said "Oh!" And she ate some tomatoes. So, she tried again "I waaant sooome pasta!" And Kenslee ate some pasta. "I waaant sooome cheese!" And Kenslee ate some cheese. It worked a few more times. Then out of nowhere, Kenslee, in her best ghostly-sounding belly voice said "Leeave meee alooone!"

1,528,726th to the bandwagon

Who knew a song about the Holocaust could be so... pretty?

Life ain't peachy keen for everyone today

The Voting System is Flawed!

I just got back from voting. It took an hour. There were three lines. One for people who's last name's begin with the letters A-G. People like Bill Asshole and Bob Dickhead. There was no one in that line. The third line was people named S-Z. People like Mary Shithead and Susie Wanker. There was no one in that line. My line H-R, had about 400 people. But, because of the books and whatever, no one could switch lines so you had to just wait.

So, I think we need to come up with a new way of voting in 2012 when Lindsay Lohan is running for President. Here's what I think will work better:

1. Online Voting. Just vote online. I'm sure hackers have other things to do with their time than worry about messing with a web site like this.
2. Email Voting. You just email your vote in. But you have to pinky swear to not send more than one email.
3. Show of Hands Voting. Everyone in your state gathers in one place and you raise your hand for whoever you want.
4. Wet T-Shit Contest-esque Voting. Everyone cheers as loud as they can for whoever they want to win. Then the winner does a booty dance.

World Series Parade

Kym and I

Crowds

People on buildings

Monkeys

Crowds

Morons in trees

Charlie

Cole Hamels and his wife who got naked on Survivor for chocolate

Hamels agains

Shane Victorino


And leave it to my wife to point out two things...

Hamels' wife's ring is so big its practically falling off her finger



And whoever is with her could be Jessica Simpson's twin


All in all, I hate parades. This one, truthfully, wasn't much different. It took 3 hours for the parade to reach us, and they drove by us in 2 minutes. It was cool to be there for the atmosphere, but If I were to go again, the concentration would be on tailgaiting. We were lucky to hit no traffic getting there since there were 2 million (literally) people there, so that made it worth it and I couldn't be any happier about them winning it all.

Holy

Shit

Four more years! Four more years!

On this day 28 years ago I woke up with a hangover. I was 5 years old. As far as I can remember I wasn't drinking, but I was out all night. My dad brought me to South Philadelphia to watch the greatest sporting event in Philadelphia history. I don't remember all that much except that we drove down with his friend who had a van which he sold sirens out of, so he blared those sirens as we drove through the mayhem going on in Philly after the game. It was the coolest thing ever. Tonight the Phillies will hopefully start the series to repeat that mayhem and I couldn't be any more excited.

Also on this day in history, 4 years ago, I wrote my first blog post. 960 posts later and here I am. (plus 220+ posts on other blogs). Other things that last 4 years: High School, College, Presidental terms, ipods, 10% of marriages*, the average NFL career **, meat in a freezer***, and an artifical lung****. One thing that is unwaivering after 4 years is my love for you all. Many have come and gone and some have come back. Whether you've been reading for 4 years or 4 days I appreciate you more than you know. I get excited when I see a new post in my google reader, and I get even more excited when I see an increase in a comment count on my blog. I wouldn't still be doing this if it weren't for you. Thank you all.


* Just a guess
** maybe?
*** probably not
**** now I'm just making shit up

And now everything I know about McCan't

Ha! Those Mc jokes rule!

John McCain was a hero, as he was POW in Vietnam. I think a POW is kind of like a GLOW (Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling), except he's not gorgeous, he's just Plain looking. I don't understand what's so heroic about wrestling in a foreign country, but whatever. Something I find odd about this election is how they never talk about how McCain was in jail for like 5 years in the 70s. Mike Tyson was only in jail for 4 years, so I'll go out on a limb and say Tyson will be president in 2096. Just when he's the same age as McCain, which is like 134. I read on the internet that McCain is so old he helped invent houses. And now he has 17. McCain also wants to overturn R v W, H&M, and AT&T. He doesn't understand Economics, Algebra, Calculus, Biology, and he got a C- in Spanish I. While you were reading this McCain just bought 6 more houses and slept with your spouse.

Joe the Terrorist

I have't been paying much attention to the presidental race, but after my last post I figured I'd study up. So, I decided to watch some videos on youtube. Did you guys know Obama is a Muslim? And an Arab? And a terrorist! He "lies with terrorists". Which I must assume means he sleeps with terrorist for money! And a lot of dead people voted for him. He has also strangled aborted babies with his bare hands and he secretly hates plummers. Obama wants to raise your taxes if you make more than $250 a year and will send you to Iraq if you disagree with him. Obama is a socialist which is REALLY bad. I assume. I don't know what that even means. But most importantly, Obama kicks puppies and he just peed in your drink while you were reading this.

A family ripped apart

Nada?

I threaten not blogging for a while and you all give up too, huh? Not a single new blog post today by anyone on my reader feeder. You all make me sick!

The Finish Line

My time is up. After 5 grueling days of blogging I've accomplished my goal. 5 glorious posts. Now I need a break. See ya in a month or two.

And We'll have lots of fun.... with Kenslee Yeung

Day 3

This 5 weekday in a row commitment to blogging is taking it's toll. I can't think. I can't sleep. I've got a bloody nose. I've developed carpal tunnel. I'm itchy. I'm twitchy. And the hemorrhoids. God help me the hemorrhoids!

The (vice presidential) Office tonight!

I hate politics more than anyone I know. And I know a lot of people. I have 43 Facebook friend. FORTY THREE! So, it's very odd for me to actually be excited about the vice presidental debate tonight. Since The Office and 30 Rock aren't on, it's definitely the 3rd most intersting thing on tv after It's Always Sunny and Survivor. First of all, we've got Biden. His wife was my wife's 10th grade English teacher. So, I'm sure he'll spend at least half the night talking about my wife. Then there's the disaster of Palin. I'm really looking forward to listening to the gems that come out of her mouth. BUT, as soon as they start talking about politics I'm turning that shit off.

Next Stop: Jerry Springers Book Club

At lunch today I finished reading The Road. I'd been reading it for about 2 months because it's boring as hell. It reminded me of the Hobbit. A lot of walking and a lot hiding from evil and a lot of nothing happening. I'm disappointed that I didn't like it because it was rated the number one book of the last 25 years by Entertainment Weekly, and it was in Oprah's Book club. I'm disappointed that my intellect doesn't measure up to Oprah's. I wonder if Rachel Ray or Dr. Phil have book clubs?

Over the past few days I've read one two great blogs/blog posts (plus Leezer and Jake have both made returns). They got me wanting to blog again. So, I'm going to make a 30 15 10 5 day (weekday) commitment to writing something. Anything. Even if it's uncomment worthy. I got into blogging because of blogs like those, and my blog was at one point like those. I wonder if I could ever get back to that or if I'm just resigned to updating every few weeks with something boring. Like this.

Zip Lining at Spring Mountain

For my 33rd, I'm so old, birthday today Kym and I took the day off and went zip lining.





It started off with a climb up a cargo net into the trees.





Between Zips there were obstacles that they say they change on a regular basis. The first thing we did was a no-hands bridge. I'm not ashamed to admit I was scared shitless on this. I'm slightly afraid of heights, but more in an excited scared way than scared scared. The instructor bounced across with no hands but pretty much all of us held onto our zip lines.





Then we zipped.





Then we went across a single tightrope with ropes to hang onto. I saw playboy bunnies do this on Fear Factor so I couldn't be afraid of this one.





Then we zipped.





Then we zipped again.






Then we got to a single tightrope with a rope to hang onto high above. There were several ways you could cross this, we both chose to traverse hanging upside down. It was a lot easier then I thought it would be because it was on a slight decline.



Then we zipped.



The last zip brought us to this rock climbing wall..



..where we then rappelled down.





It was a pretty awesome time for an old man like me.

I wanted 2 other videos in this post, but damn youtube's been down all night. **** - edited - got them in.

An example of how downhill my blogging has gone

I came up with this great idea to insert myself into hot pictures of Bristol or Sarah Palin. I figured it would cause a big uproar in the political world for people to see her making out with a democrat*.

But, all I could find were pictures of what I think are Bristol Palin's baby daddy's sister. Then, when I opened up photoshop and got started, I realized I have absolutely no idea how to use photoshop. This was as close as I came.









* - I'm not really a democrat. I'm nothing. My vote was going to be based on how hot McCain's wife is, but now this VP chick may have swayed me**


** also not true.

It never stops now, does it?

10 minutes late

Happy 3rd aniversary to my beautiful wife a few minutes late.


I write this lying in bed from my sweet new iPod touch (an iPhone didn't make sense for me as much as I covet thee).

Not a bad view while taking the trash out

your loss

Not much to write here... A little late on this, but I just wanted to write that Oh Great One has lost 50 pounds. Just by reading my blog!* She lost 50 pound by reading what I write. Can you believe it!?!?! So awesome.



* Or by doing things that have nothing to do with my blog.

Pimping my friend

One of my best friends produced an independent film that's going through the film circuits and starting to get some national attention. As they try to get it picked up one of the things that is evaluated is the film's web site traffic. So I'm pimping it out. Go there, check it out. It's looks good but I haven't seen it yet.

They followed a real Mummers band around for a full year used that as a backdrop, but it's a story about divorce and how the silent painful moments are often over looked.

So, all four of you that still read my blog, Go Check it out