This is a great time of year to be a sports fan. Baseball's in full swing, NBA and NHL playoffs are going on, there's the NFL draft, Kentucky Derby, etc. Hell, there's even a good boxing match on Cinco de Mayo (Mayweather vs De La Hoya).
Alas, my Lakers laid down like dogs the other night against Phoenix. It's clear that they've made no progress since last year when they lost to Phoenix (after having a 3-1 lead) in the playoffs. Lamar Odom is just not aggressive enough to play with Kobe, Kwame Brown just isn't ever going to be good enough and Andrew Bynum is just too young. What it comes down to is that another year of Kobe in his prime has been wasted (btw-Shaq's Heat got swept by Chicago over the weekend) and unless they pull a miracle trade, next year's not going to be much better. Sigh...at least the Celtics still suck.
Going into the draft I felt that Raiders really needed some better offensive lineman (see the league high sacks allowed). Unfortunately, there just weren't any really good ones available in the draft. So, they picked up a running back, Dominic Rhodes of Indy (hm...the last time the Raiders signed a guy who had a great game in the Super Bowl it didn't work out so well). In the draft they picked first and chose JaMarcus Russell (how did my wife and I miss that name for the HB?) as the overall first pick. Maybe he was the best guy out there, but quarterbacks taken with the number 1 pick generally don't work out. Of course, their best move was getting SOMETHING for Randy Moss (a #4 pick from New England) and clearing a good chunk of his salary. They made a good tight end pick in Zach Miller and a great pickup in Michael Bush. Yeah, he had a broken leg, but if he heals he'll be amazing and he only cost them a fourth round pick. Of course, they picked up the obligatory unknown wide receiver speedster in Jonathon Holland.
I've talked to my fellow Raider buddies about the draft. They all feel pretty good about it. I just have this sinking feeling that they put up new blinds without taking care of the cold draft coming through the window.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
SD Weekend
Just got back from a weekend in San Diego for a Rotary conference. I went down on Thursday night and my wife, the HB and our nephew came on Friday evening. My club rocks, so we got tons of awards. I also had a chance to schmooze with some folks.
Even though we stayed at a resort hotel, I found out after getting back from some Saturday morning sessions that everyone else wanted to go to Sea World. And, my wife had lost the coupons we had and the best deal she could wrangle were full price tickets from the hotel that would get us free admission for the rest of the year. Whoop-dee-fucking-do. I was hoping for, oh, I don't know, some actual fun, like kayaking, wave running and jetskiing instead of watching well trained pets with a thousand screaming kids. Fuck.
So, we head to Sea World and the HB is bored out of his mind ('cuz there really isn't shit to do there that's interesting for an 8 year old who's been there already) so he's being a pain for two hours until he magically shook himself. The Shamu show was completely nauseating and I was so happy once we got the fuck out of there. The beer and wine tasted pretty good back at the room.
This morning we went to Belmont Park. I love old roller coasters. I commented to the wife that the hour we spent there was far better than the trip to Sea World. She agreed.
Got some good business news and am at a bit of a crossroads with Lynn. But, I'll have to write about those things later as it's time to make dinner now.
Even though we stayed at a resort hotel, I found out after getting back from some Saturday morning sessions that everyone else wanted to go to Sea World. And, my wife had lost the coupons we had and the best deal she could wrangle were full price tickets from the hotel that would get us free admission for the rest of the year. Whoop-dee-fucking-do. I was hoping for, oh, I don't know, some actual fun, like kayaking, wave running and jetskiing instead of watching well trained pets with a thousand screaming kids. Fuck.
So, we head to Sea World and the HB is bored out of his mind ('cuz there really isn't shit to do there that's interesting for an 8 year old who's been there already) so he's being a pain for two hours until he magically shook himself. The Shamu show was completely nauseating and I was so happy once we got the fuck out of there. The beer and wine tasted pretty good back at the room.
This morning we went to Belmont Park. I love old roller coasters. I commented to the wife that the hour we spent there was far better than the trip to Sea World. She agreed.
Got some good business news and am at a bit of a crossroads with Lynn. But, I'll have to write about those things later as it's time to make dinner now.
Saturday 8: Personality
- when was the last time a person was able to make you very happy (non-sexually, ahem) and what did that person do to make you smile?
The HB today when he was screaming with joy while we were on a roller coaster today. - when was the last time that a person seriously pissed you off and what did they do?
Lynn for failing to acknowledge something I gave her. - when was the last time an individual made you know that your were loved beyond a shadow of a doubt, and how did they show it?
Lynn, when she came to see me in Nashville (though it didn't work out so well), even though she's very involved with someone else. - when was the last time an individual guaranteed (via action or words) that they would never care about you again?
Lynn, when I was in college and ran into her where she was working (this Sat 8 seems to be revealing a trend). - do you still care about that person, even a little bit?
Alas, yes - when was the last time that an individual totally did something that absolutely confused you, and what was it?
Hm...I cannot recall. - when was the last time a person made you feel 'sexy,' and how did they accomplish that?
My wife, a couple of nights ago. Lots of touching and teasing before a tremendous hummer. - when was the last time someone made you question your belief system(s), and how did you react?
I'm rock-solid in what I believe. The last time was probably when I was 10, or something.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Some Things Really Piss Me Off
I'm not against organized religion. It's not my bag, but, to paraphrase Marx, everyone needs their opiate. When religious folks start telling me how the laws of the land should reflect their beliefs, I start getting testy. I think my wife and I are fully capable of deciding on reproductive issues and what kind of sex ed the HB gets. But what REALLY burns my ass is this kind of shit. WHAT THE FUCK!!??
These cretins used to only do this shit at military funerals. Then congress passed a law telling essentially telling them to back off. This law is really a test for my libertarian beliefs. On one hand I believe that citizens should be able to speak about the government anywhere they damn well please. But I also believe that people should expect a certain level of privacy at a funeral, even if it occurs on government property. So, I wasn't too bent out of shape when the law passed.
Are these asshats so morally bankrupt that we need to pass a law that says that mourners shouldn't have to listen to protesters during their loved one's funeral? I can't believe they don't get the shit beat out of them.
These cretins used to only do this shit at military funerals. Then congress passed a law telling essentially telling them to back off. This law is really a test for my libertarian beliefs. On one hand I believe that citizens should be able to speak about the government anywhere they damn well please. But I also believe that people should expect a certain level of privacy at a funeral, even if it occurs on government property. So, I wasn't too bent out of shape when the law passed.
Are these asshats so morally bankrupt that we need to pass a law that says that mourners shouldn't have to listen to protesters during their loved one's funeral? I can't believe they don't get the shit beat out of them.
WW #27
1) How healthy do you have to be before making a move on whomever you desire? 100% healthy, small cough/runny nose, if I'm horny I don't care about the other shit?
As long as I'm not constantly blowing my nose, I'm game.
2) How healthy does the person who is making a move on you have to be before you'll accept his/her affections? If s/he is game, so am I or don't you even THINK about giving me what you got?
If my wife's game, I am. Besides, we sleep together. Having sex isn't going to affect whether or not I get what she has.
3) If you're having sex and one or both is not feeling 100% how does that affect your repertoire? Less kissing? Less intimate positions (e.g., doggie-style vs. missionary)?
She's sick more frequently than I am, so it leads to more missionary/side by side and less oral.
As long as I'm not constantly blowing my nose, I'm game.
2) How healthy does the person who is making a move on you have to be before you'll accept his/her affections? If s/he is game, so am I or don't you even THINK about giving me what you got?
If my wife's game, I am. Besides, we sleep together. Having sex isn't going to affect whether or not I get what she has.
3) If you're having sex and one or both is not feeling 100% how does that affect your repertoire? Less kissing? Less intimate positions (e.g., doggie-style vs. missionary)?
She's sick more frequently than I am, so it leads to more missionary/side by side and less oral.
My Wife's Birthday
Yesterday was my wonderful wife's birthday. We had a family party over the weekend at my m-i-l's so she could show off the furniture my wife and her sisters got her, but yesterday was the day (and, no, I'm not telling how many candles were on the cake, so to speak). I got the HB from school so we could pick up some dessert (chocolate éclairs, yum). I made one of my wife's favorite recipes (ravioli in marsala sauce) and we all had an enjoyable dinner. After blowing out the candles, the HB and I gave her some jewelery we had bought at a cool local place (I'd link to it, but they don't have a website...weird). When the HB made it to dreamland, we went upstairs and knocked it out for the rest of the evening while listening to some Dr. John. Seemed like a good birthday.
On other fronts, my parents went to Philly so my mom could could visit her two very ill sisters. I think they'll be making that trip once a month for a while.
Work is OK. A pilot project that I thought would get rolled out won't, which sucks for me. But, a long time client came through with a small project (but one that has good a profit margin) today. I need to get some of my prospective projects through the pipeline.
On other fronts, my parents went to Philly so my mom could could visit her two very ill sisters. I think they'll be making that trip once a month for a while.
Work is OK. A pilot project that I thought would get rolled out won't, which sucks for me. But, a long time client came through with a small project (but one that has good a profit margin) today. I need to get some of my prospective projects through the pipeline.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Piano Recital
It is AMAZING the things that I do with the HB that were no where near my radar screen as a kid. Private school was one thing and last week's piano recital was another. I played bass guitar as a kid (kept beer and coke in my fridge through college), but not the kind of stuff that made for recitals (mostly blues and punk rock). We started him on lessons in September, but only after he started messing a bit with the piano (it is an upright that my wife learned on). My feeling is that I wanted him to learn an instrument because he'd enjoy it and I will NOT pester him to practice. I don't want him to be one of those kids who plays well but gives it up as soon as he leaves the house because his parents make playing such a miserable experience. Plus, it gives him a non-electronic diversion.
So, his teacher decides to put on this recital for all (read 39!) of her students. Being as this was my first I didn't have a comparison point. My wife, who did tons of these as a kid (and didn't want anyone to come and here her play, but wanted to do the recital) assured me that this was unusual. We intentionally didn't invite a bunch of people because a) it's really not a big deal, b) he's only been playing for a few months, and c) we didn't want him to feel extra pressure. But, knowing how they would sulk if they didn't come, we asked my parents to attend (which they did). The HB was #9. He walked straight up to the baby-grand, put up his music (Etude in Imitation by Kohler and The Hiccup Song), looked straight at it and played. He handled his nerves very well and enjoyed himself. As such, my wife, the HB and I viewed it as a success.
Of course, there were 30 other kids to go and the HB had a sleepover/birthday party to go to, so he was a little squirmy for the next 105 minutes or so. But, he lived (as did my father, barely). I was impressed with the lack of pushy parents and how well behaved the families were. Most people gutted out the entire thing which was also nice.
We dropped off my folks at our house to get their car, took the HB to his friend's house then went and say Blades of Glory. We barely made it in time, so we got shitty seats (front row). The movie wasn't that great, but had some good belly-laughs. Sleeping in and going to brunch the next morning was a pleasure.
So, his teacher decides to put on this recital for all (read 39!) of her students. Being as this was my first I didn't have a comparison point. My wife, who did tons of these as a kid (and didn't want anyone to come and here her play, but wanted to do the recital) assured me that this was unusual. We intentionally didn't invite a bunch of people because a) it's really not a big deal, b) he's only been playing for a few months, and c) we didn't want him to feel extra pressure. But, knowing how they would sulk if they didn't come, we asked my parents to attend (which they did). The HB was #9. He walked straight up to the baby-grand, put up his music (Etude in Imitation by Kohler and The Hiccup Song), looked straight at it and played. He handled his nerves very well and enjoyed himself. As such, my wife, the HB and I viewed it as a success.
Of course, there were 30 other kids to go and the HB had a sleepover/birthday party to go to, so he was a little squirmy for the next 105 minutes or so. But, he lived (as did my father, barely). I was impressed with the lack of pushy parents and how well behaved the families were. Most people gutted out the entire thing which was also nice.
We dropped off my folks at our house to get their car, took the HB to his friend's house then went and say Blades of Glory. We barely made it in time, so we got shitty seats (front row). The movie wasn't that great, but had some good belly-laughs. Sleeping in and going to brunch the next morning was a pleasure.
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