Wednesday, September 3, 2008

The bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

This past December I decided that it was time to hang up the blogging "cleats" and walk away from the game. Well, I'm back now and the best part is that I doubt anyone will read this.

Since finishing school and taking the bar exam a little over two months ago, I have been reborn, so to speak. I've picked up where I left off three years ago when I started law school. I'm reading books again, I'm happy again, and I've decided to try out some new things in my extra time.

If you are married, have kids, and are in school, it's almost impossible to have any kind of a hobby. That doesn't mean that the life of a young student-dad is depressing, it's just that other people come first when your bulbous nose isn't in a book. Here is a small list of things I would like to accomplish within the next few years:

1. Go hog hunting with a bow in central California (this is very close to happening and I will talk more about it later)

2. Write a book. I can't imagine wanting to sit down at a computer and write more after doing it all day at work, but I think it would be quite an accomplishment.

3. Buy a car.

4. Take cooking classes at the local community college.

5. Learn to play the baritone saxaphone.

These are just a few of the things that I would like to accomplish now that I'm done with school. Speaking of school, my ten year reunion was this past week. I didn't go. I wasn't planning on going and then I got the invitation and it was $90/person. I didn't feel like watching people I didn't like in the first place get drunk from the open bar that I paid for with my admission fee.

I think not enjoying your high school years is a hard concept for someone who did enjoy high school to grasp. For me it's like talking to someone who doesn't like cheese (even though he will never see this...my apologies to the one guy I know who doesn't like cheese. I'm sorry for all of the questions). I wish I could go back and talk to myself as a ninth grader. I would tell myself about how great life is once you get out of high school. Actually, I would probably tell myself to do home schooling since it probably would've been a lot more productive.

The question that keeps running through my mind is whether or not those four years are necessary for each individual to learn more about himself/herself. Is high school a necessary evil? Do you have to suffer through those four years to fully enjoy the college years that follow?

It finally feels like the high school yearbook has been closed now that my last friend from school is married. I think every person who has met his wife probably feels bad for ever bothering him about how long (relatively) it was taking him to get married.

In a sense, marriage is like your religion. Once you've converted, you want other people to convert too. It helps to justify your actions a little more. You also kind of look down a little bit on other people who aren't married and sometimes it's hard to be around them because they don't seem to think like you do. When you get together with other married people you talk about friends you know that aren't married and say things like "How come he isn't married? Is he gay? Is he just weird? Does he have fear of commitment? Is he selfish?" It's almost an insult to you that someone you know isn't married. The funniest part is that every person who has ever been married sometimes thinks about how great it would be to be single again. If it's a constant thought, chances are things aren't going so well for you in your marriage. But if the thought crosses your mind every once in a while, you are probably just like that other 99% of married people.

By the way, the whole being married/being a member of X religion is a great comparison in my mind, but it didn't come out so well typed. Maybe I should hold off on that book idea.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Lip Up Fatty

Don't want to go out on a negative note.

Sunday, December 2, 2007

The End.


If any of you out there are still checking this, I have good news for you: Stop. I will officially be saving you the five seconds a week that you have spent navigating to this site.

I've thought a lot about this. Actually, I haven't thought that much about it. I just decided that on the list of things I would like to do with my free time, updating this blog was one step above taking out the garbage (which I hate doing more than anything).

There are also some other things that I have been noticing about blogs that I don't like. I don't really know if I want random people knowing about me or what I am doing. I guess what I'm saying is that if someone I know really wants to know what I am doing or what I think about a particular subject, they can always call or send an email (or send me a message on g-chat, which is my favorite method of communication).

There is also kind of this weird "Keeping up with the Joneses" vibe I get when I read some blogs. I'd explain it more, but I'd rather be doing something else with my time right now. Thanks for reading.

The End.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Ree-diculous

Last night we took the boys trick-or-treating in my parents' neighborhood. I was standing on the sidewalk with the stroller while my wife was at the door with our oldest, when a couple of 10 year olds walked by. One of them said to the other "Oh man, I only got a Twix and Ghiradelli chocolate." I couldn't believe it. Not only is a Twix a respectable candy, but Ghiradelli chocolate is some of the best out there. And this kid was disappointed? This also led to me to ask myself a few questions:

1. Who gives out Ghiradelli chocolate on Halloween?

2. How does a 10 year old even know how to pronounce Ghiradelli?

3. What is wrong with kids today when they are complaining about receiving a Twix AND a Ghiradelli chocolate?

By the way, when you visit a neighborhood filled with teenage trick-or-treaters and your son is three years old, people tend to be a lot happier to see a three year old. So much so that they unload the candy into your kid's pumpkin shaped pail. We had to keep unloading the pail into the bottom of the stroller because people decided to "reward" our kid for being younger than the other trick-or-treaters and for wearing a home-made skunk costume. I can't wait to go home tonight and eat more of his candy.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Funny

So, I just updated about the Red Sox and I just found out they won. Great. It seems like justice is served though because the top story on espn.com wasn't how the Red Sox won, it was that A-Rod was opting out of his contract. Take that, bandwagoning Red Sox fans.

Southern California in flames

It's been a long time since I have written in this blog. It's not like I haven't had the desire to, it's just that other things have gotten in the way. You know, school, family, etc etc. Here are some random thoughts:

1. I finished reading "Thirteen Moons" by Charles Frazier last week and I absolutely loved it. I loved his first book "Cold Mountain" and I loved this one almost as much or more. When I read a book that is set in another time period, I'm always amazed at how much research must go into writing a book like that. I guess that's why it takes years to write some of these books.

2. I don't think it's happened yet, but the Red Sox are about to win the World Series. If there was one team I didn't want to win it, it was the Red Sox. I can sum of my feelings in one picture:

loser

Did you see the Red Sox fans' reaction to J.D. Drew's home run? It was like they had been cheering this guy on all season long when the reality is that they had been killing him all season long. Look, the guy spent like four seasons in Los Angeles, so I know what boring, dull, heartless player he is. I'm just saying, don't act like he's your savior because he hits a meaningless grand slam in a blowout game.

Prior to 2002 or whenever they won the World Series, Red Sox fans had complained about the Yankees always winning and spending an unholy amount on marginal talent. Congratulations, Red Sox, you are the new Yankees. You have the second highest payroll in baseball, people all over the country are wearing your team's hat and shirts because everyone loves a winning team, your "fans" are obnoxious, and the majority of people outside of Boston would appreciate it if you would all just go away. I just can't wait for all the Celtics fans to come out of the woodwork now that they might have a respectable team. Sports fans are just funny that way.

By the way, I didn't used to feel this way about the Red Sox. I really didn't mind them until I read Bill Simmons' book and his 8,000,000th column about the Red Sox. I think that is what ruined it for me. There are still a few great things about Boston, namely the Dropkick Murphys (even though they need to zip it about the Red Sox as well), Big D and the Kids Table, and these flamers:

nk

3. Well, after watching a plethora of new tv shows this fall I have decided that none of them are really worth my weekly attention. I guess the most intriguing out of the lot was "Pushing Daisies." The main guy reminds me a lot of Jimmy Stewart. I also still watch "Back to You" and "Cavemen." That's right, Cavemen. It's so bad, it's almost good.

Well, I had planned on writing more, but I can't think of anything else right now. I promise to think about doing better to try to update this blog more. Primero Dios.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Random Thoughts

The worst show on tv that I have watched an entire season of has got to be "Last Comic Standing." You could pick 10 random people off the street in any major city and I guarantee you that they would be as funny as the 10 "funniest comics in the world" that are on this show. Thankfully we are watching the final episode right now and this will be my last time watching any show hosted by Bill Bellamy.

Speaking of tv shows, my favorite two shows this summer were on the USA network. That's right, USA network. The shows were Psych and Burn Notice. Watching Burn Notice at first was a little difficult because the main character was the "bad guy" in Hitch. I love that movie, but I still can't tell if Eva Mendes is attractive or not. Kind of like Maggie Gyllenhaal or Parker Posey. Either way, these are both great shows so check em out.

Bumper stickers are out of control at this point. I've had a few on cars that I have driven. I think my first one was a Link 80 sticker (I still love that band and I even bought the guitar that was used on their last album). Later on I had a UCD sticker and then a Dodgers sticker. Now I just have a Dodgers license plate holder. The first time I ever laughed at a bumper sticker it said "Don't tailgate or I'll flick a booger on your windshield." I think I was eight years old then. The last time I laughed at one it was actually a license plate holder. It said "I brake for Luke Perry." Who doesn't brake for Dylan McKay? I've always wanted one that said "I brake for Zack Morris." Maybe next time I'm at the mall I can go to one of those creepy kiosk and have them make one for me.

Anyway, it seems like there is always some fashionable bumper sticker. You know, Calvin peeing on something, the baby on board signs, NTW, etc etc. There are a couple right now that are a bit irritating. The first is the one that lists every member of the family. You know, it's usually on the back of a minivan and it has five people and one dog on there and underneath it says "John" "Carol" "Daevyd" "Mychael" "Madyssen" and "Smuckers." I'm not sure what is going on with these stickers, but the names of the kids are what trouble me the most. Parents are out of control with the spelling of their kids' names. I have two kids and I'm almost positive that neither of their names will ever be misspelled or mispronounced. I'm sure your kids are going to appreciate having to spell their name out the rest of their lives because you and wife had a brain fart. I guarantee you that these kids with the retarded names will choose names for their kids like "John" and "Roger."

The other bumper sticker fad I've got a beef with is the "In Memory Of..." sticker. At first I saw a couple of them on cars driven by Hispanics. Fine, no big deal. Now they are everywhere, especially on big trucks driven by teenagers. We all know someone who has died, and it really is a bummer, but we don't need to memorialize them with a gaudy sticker on the back of a Ford F-150.

I read "The Road" by Cormac McCarthy a while back and I wasn't a huge fan of it. I decided to read "No Country for Old Men" by the same author and I loved it. His writing style is confusing sometimes (he doesn't use quotes at all) but I think it makes you pay more attention to what you are reading. You can see the trailer for this movie at: http://www.nocountryforoldmen-themovie.com/

Now that the Dodgers season is over, I've decided to devote my sports time to my other favorite LA team: the Kings. I haven't paid as much attention to hockey these past couple of years as I would've liked, but I'm rededicating myself this season. My brother and I went to the Kings open house where they held an open practice and their coach explained the drills they were running. It was great and it was probably the only time that I will ever sit right next to the glass. The Kings have a really young team this year with a lot of potential, so check them out when the season starts on October 6. Also, hockey is the best sport to watch live and tickets aren't very expensive.

Eva Longoria kind of has buck teef. I just wish that during the NBA Finals they would cut away from the action to show her more. It's worse than when Vanessa Williams was watching Rick Fox during the Laker playoffs.

New season of Ugly Betty starts this week. It's about dang time. I think the new show I'm most excited to check out is "Life" on NBC, but that's only because the guy from Band of Brothers is in it.

"I now pronounce you Chuck and Larry" "Good Luck Chuck" and "Chuck." When did "Chuck" become go the go-to name for entertainment programs?

Ok, that's all for now. Adios bye bye.