Wednesday, December 21, 2005


Snared in an OFFICE TIGER TRAP!

Yesterday in a meeting with a few of my coworkers, one of them was snared in the dreaded OFFICE TIGER TRAP. The incident went down as follows:

The players:

Coworker A seated, Coworker B seated, Coworker C seated behind desk, and me, seated in front of desk.

The timeline:

8:05:03 – Meet to discuss typical office drudgery.
8:06:41 – Gaze out window.
8:07:21 – Coworker A rises from seated position. Initially ignored by all present.
8:07:32 – Coworker A begins to walk, destination unknown.
8:07:34 – Coworker A passes a seated Coworker B. I begin to speculate that Coworker A is heading towards Coworker C seated at desk looking at a Dell computer monitor. No way to speculate on the possible reasons why Coworker A would want to do this. Coworker A seems to have an almost hypnotic gaze. Something unworldly is pulling Coworker A toward the computer monitor.
8:07:35 – Coworker A steps in the loop on the pull rope of a set of window blinds. All present unaware of Coworker A’s precarious situation – including Coworker A.
8:07:36 – OFFICE TIGER TRAP is sprung.
8:07:37 – Coworker A is on the ground. Right leg elevated in OFFICE TIGER TRAP. Pain begins to Appear on Coworker A’s face.
8:08:01 – Coworker B and Coworker C begin to offer solace. I attempt to contain myself.
8:08:41 - Meeting continues.

Sunday, December 18, 2005


One month old

I snapped this picture while genevieve was pretending to sleep. Right now she is laying on the couch beside me listing to 70's music. It really seems to have a calming effect on her.

Today is daddy/daughter day. Genevieve's mom is going out Christmas shopping today and that means Baby's first Seahawks game! The education begins in earnest today. First a little football, then a continuation on musical themes. I started her out on 70's music because it was the height of the signer/songwritter era and as such is pretty mellow. You can't force feed baby reggae at one month, although I will probably slip a little Bob Marley in, just to get her interest peaked.

The musical education became important once I found out that her mother had been playing total "crap music" when she was in the womb. Backstreet Boys, Modonna, etc. is not going to cut it for my daughter. Badfinger just came on, and Genevieve is grooving. Got to go, the Mom just woke up.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Workout Change Up

I changed up my daily workout this week, and boy am I sore. My entire lower body is wrecked. I'm limping around the office like I just spent a month on Brokeback Mountain. Ehhhwww!!!

Friday, December 09, 2005

Dirty diaper, dirty diaper, dirty diaper, dirty diaper, etc, etc, etc,.........................

3 week old daughter.... nothing but poop, puke, and crying...


the weird thing is I love it. I promise to blog more when I get some time. Work has been crazy, but good, I finally have something to do.

I will have much more on wine and wine reviews when I start posting regularly. Also, I turned 32 last week, and I didn't post my thoughts. - may be a good thing.

Consumed a great Spanish wine tonight, - I must warn, after I drank it, I ordered ABBA Gold, - it was that good! - anyway, I will post soon.

Sunday, November 20, 2005



More Baby Pictures:

Just back from the hospital and here are a few more pictures.

The weigh in.


Also, the one-eye. Genevieve is from a long line of one-eye's dating back to her 16th century pirate ancestor. You can almost here her say Ahrrrrr

Friday, November 18, 2005


Introducing Genevieve Grace!

Here is my new daughter Genevieve. She was born on November 17th.
Vital Stats:
Weight: 7 lbs 11 oz
Length: 19 3/4 inches
Cuteness Factor: High
Body Part that most resembles mine: Toes.

I'm sure she will make numerous appearances on the pages of this blog. She sort of looks like she is raging inside - just like her mother.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Ugh... Wednesday Night. Worst Night of Television Ever!

Hump day should be renamed Lump day. Boring boring boring. I'm so bored I'm watching my cats sleep. Man they are lazy beasts. I think one of them wants me to carry him into the bathroom so he can drink some water out of the tap. Fat chance little bastard. Maybe if you weren't so lazy, you wouldn't have got so fat, wouldn't have developed diabetes, and now wouldn't experience the classic dry mouth associated with that feline scourge. Oh well... circle of life.


Friday, October 28, 2005


Ah... Friday night and good Spanish wine.

Friday night and all is quiet. The wife is sleeping on the the couch. Periodically she wakes up and says stuff like, "why are all the light on?" and "Turn down the T.V." I am watching VH1's I love the 80's 3D. Right now they are profiling Jimmy the Greek. Yawn. I highly recommend Solanes 2001 Priorat. Very very good. I'm not yet at the point where I will describe the wine in high falutin' flowery language. Get it and try it. I'm going to have to purchase a case, and throw it in the cellar. A+

If you have been reading the blog, you will know that we have coons. They live in the back forty and basically come around and bother the cats from time time. I now believe that they are up to no good. This morning as I was leaving for work, I noticed one raccoon slinking around the side of my house. A few minutes later, another raccoon appeared and looked a little guilty. They are planning something, and I have the sneaky suspicion that what ever it is, it is not benevolent.

2 weeks to go till the kid is scheduled to arrive. We'll see if she is on time. Knowing her mother, she will be late, but stylish.

For you viewing pleasure, I have include "Monkey Bass".

Friday, October 14, 2005



I think I found my cat a boyfriend!

Drudge links to this story about a cat named Five Toes (yes he has 5 toes on each paw) that has two tongues! The two tongues got me to thinking that Five Toes may be the perfect boyfriend for my cat Pig Nose (yes she has a nose like a pig). Pig Nose is a dirty cat, and I figure if she had a boyfriend with 2 tongues, she wouldn't smell like ass all the time.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005


Bad Karaoke Night (Is there any other kind?)

This story out of Butte Montana demonstrates why karaoke is evil, and should be banned. Monday night at the Party Palace, 1 West Park, transsexual Kyle “Tawnie” Riekena claims she/he was beaten down and had her/his wig stolen while attempting to use the woman’s bathroom. Party Palace owner Ted Deshner disagrees with parts of “Tawnie’s” story.

“Tawnie” entered the bar Monday night for a drink and some song stylizing with a male companion. Monday is the traditional karaoke night at thousands of bars and taverns across the country. I have a little pet theory that “hate crimes” increase on Mondays during football season by 300% and this is a direct result of mixing Monday Night Football and the kooky Japanese sport of karaoke. The demographic divide between MNF fans and karaoke fans will not be bridged until a world class Japanese quarterback emerges to lead these two groups to the promise land.

After finishing his/her drink with his/her male companion, “Tawney” made a request to sing the karaoke song, “Killing Me Softly” by Roberta Flack. The first thing I learned about karaoke, in my long descent into this gritty subculture is that karaoke is all about song selection. Now far be it from me to “blame the victim” but come on, a transsexual in a bar in the toughest town in America should stay far, far, far away from a song entitled “Killing Me Softly”. “Papa Don’t Preach”, “Groove Is in the Heart”, and pretty much anything from the “Yentl” or “Pricilla” sound track will work, but come on, he/she is lucky he/she only lost his/her wig.

Soon after requesting the song, “Tawnie” entered the woman’s bathroom and allegedly startled a woman who told Deshner a man was in the women’s bathroom. Deshner then interrupted the karaoke, got on the microphone to tell all men to stay out of the women’s bathroom. Again, drawing from my vast karaoke spectator experience, interrupting karaoke for any reason is a bad idea. Deshner is lucky the patrons didn’t riot and burn the place down.

Deshner is quoted as saying, “If you have a penis, you should not go into the women’s bathroom. I don’t care if you have a doctor’s excuse.” Apparently “Tawney” has a note from her doctor and her counselor that explains his/her “condition” and gives him/her the right to use the women’s bathroom. I also have a note from a counselor that says I’m sane. I can’t tell you how handy that is….

After Deshner made his announcement, the karaoke hooligans pushed “Tawney” out the door and onto the sidewalk. The karaokigans hit and kicked her. “Tawney” is quoted as saying, “Imagine being pushed out a door and to your car by a tidal wave of human beings.” Deshner claimed he did not go outside, so he doesn’t know what happened to “Tawney”. He does know that someone did take “Tawnie’s” wig.

Deshner claimed his actions where not motivated by prejudice. He said, “I don’t want to chase anybody out, I want to make money.” This statement rings a little untrue to these ears. If he really wants to make money and not chase anybody out, why does he offer karaoke every Monday night?

The final piece of this story is pure gold. “Tawney” plans to continue living in Butte, were she is seeking work. “Tawney” says, “I’m treated great. I’m told I look good. I’m compared to Victoria’s secret models a lot.” He/She is also determined to complete his/her sex change. “It will happen short of death,” Tawney said.

I sense a Lifetime movie deal in the works. Working title – Karaoke Caress – The Tawney Riekena Story.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Weird workout story:

I diligently workout six days a week to keep myself in fighting trim. I belong to a large exclusive high end club, the kind where people play squash, hit the spa, blow dry their genitals (a story for another time), then sip wine at one of the 2 restaurants in the club. This place has flat screen digital TV all over the place, all of the latest equipment impeccably maintained, the whole nine yards. The level of service and luxury at this club typically translates into the rudest membership roster possible.

This morning I am working out on the stepmill, doing a quick 35 minutes of cardio before lifting some weights, and a guy jumps up on the machine next to mine. I immediately look down the line of 30 open machines, and wondered why this guy would pick the machine next to mine. I am about 15 minutes into my workout when, the guy starts fumbling with the magazine he was reading and drops it off the front of his machine. I finish my workout, wipe down my machine, and was about to head down to the weight room when the guy next to me asks me to get his magazine for him. I was shocked. In order to get this guy's magazine, I would have to either walk about 20 yard down the row of machines, turn and walk back, or squeeze through a 7" gap between the machines. I choose to squeeze through the gap, grab the magazine and as I handed it to him with my sweaty hand I said, "Here's your magazine ya Jackass!".

The guy looked at me like I just punched his poodle. I guess he could not comprehend that I wouldn't want to be his man servant and clean up after him.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

The elimination!

The gals are eating their own, ha ha ha.

I love how they try justifying their eliminations. It all comes down to who has the prettiest hair. Just like Drivers Training.

Stick a fork in her, Katheryn is done. Blah Blah Blah, she describes her self as defensive, and not a part of the group. Kind of a bummer. It doesn't seem that anyone cares. Well Kathryn, I care. I'm going to miss that big gal, until next week.
Fat girls exercising montage! They have estimated that they each need to lose 6 lbs to win... lets find out!

Girl's Weigh In.
Jen: previous weight 248, current weight 244. Cottage cheese level 9
Katherine: previous weight 202, current weight 201. Cottage cheese level def con 5!
Andrea: previous weight 209, current weight 204. Cottage cheese level - chedder
Some gal: Previous weight 207, current weight 205. Ccottage cheese level -sour
Suzanne: Previous weight 213, current weight 209. Cottage cheese level - who are we kidding
Shannon: Previous weight 242, current weight 240. Cottage cheese level - wholesale!
Suzy: Previous weight 207, current weight 205. Cottage cheese level - off the scale

And the gals lost!!!!, Guys are celebrating with steaks as big as your Head! Trainer does not think it is funny. The trainer says he is full of crap. I knew he was full of something.
And we're back. Matt lived! he has a tear in his quad. He is going to fight on... The team is entirely confident that he will get the pounds off.
The guys are confident. But they were confident last week. They are having a bit of a chat with their trainer. Lots of come on guys, push it, etc. Now fat guys are racing skinny trainer. Matts Down! He pulled some fat. Gurney comes out... the other guys are worried... will he pull through???? another cliff hanger.
Seth: previous weight 270, current weight 262. Boobs - subtle
Nick: previous weight 318, current weight 308. Boobs - hairy
Jeff: previous weight 352, current weight 344. Boobs - I've seen better.
Pete: previous weight 379, current weight 371. Boobs -babyliscious
Matt: previous weight 311, current weight 304. Boobs - perky
Mark: previous weight 335, current weight 325. Boobs - the "unnubbins"

They lost 2.6% We'll see if it holds up.
Weigh In!

The gals get an additional day to exercise. Seth is up first. - ah a cliff hanger, will need to wait till after the commercial.
The fat gals won! I guess I'll be able to sleep tonight...

They get to read their letters from home and we get to pretend we care. If I were making this show, I let the gals trade their letters for a ho-ho.
This weeks big showdown: the gals must decide who sits this one out, the fattie or the fattie. They choose the fattie. OH, they are teasing us with wet suits....shutter, shutter, shutter.

Score: Men 1 Women 0
Men 2 Women 1
Men 3 Women 2
Fat guy falls in the water, followed by fat girl falling in the water. -thank God for bouyancy!
The trainer is preaching about balance, core strength, and agility. Lots of video of fat people exercising - poorly. Now the guys. Jiggle Jiggle Jiggle.

Female trainer says that nick is a renegade - He only likes his pancakes with a 5 lb side of bacon, not link sausage!
The first real test. All of the contestant (read fatties) are told they can read a letter from their families if they only eat tacos, french toast, pizza, etc. None of them took the bait. Score - fatties 1, Evil Producers 0
live blogging "The Biggest Loser" - cause someone has to!
We've got racoons! First came the mice, then came the bat, and now raccoons. We took care of the mice with an exterminator (not before the mice used my wall as their own personal commode). I took care of the bat by running around the house shrieking and swinging a dirty broom. Now what do I do to the racoons???? There are a least 4 of the little critters and every night they sneak on to my back deck to harass my cats. I'm contemplating shooting one of them with my shotgun, but I have the sneaky suspicion that this action will only enrage them. The biggest racoon only has 3 legs. How did he loose one of his legs and what did he do to whoever took his leg???

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Hello,

First Post!