Sunday, October 31, 2004

Food: Its a love/hate relationship

OK, so its been almost 10 years since I graduated from high school. I'm still the same weight I was then, which isn't a bad thing. I'm sure I have less muscle then I did then, but you know, I can't complain. However, I can allow my weight to fluctuate so crazily, but I hate it. I can go anywhere from 210-190 in a matter of a month, all based on how I control my diet.

Its kind of crazy when it comes to both pigging out and watching what I eat

Pigging out: The Love

I eat, and MAN, I love to taste good things. My stomach is happy, my taste buds are happy, and I'm sure there are parts of my body that like any kind of nutrients I'm giving it.

Pigging out: The Hate

The after-affects of pigging out are my stomach feels stretched. I also feel slower and bogged down. I'm usually tired and my clothes are a little tighter. Not a good feeling.

Watching what I eat: The Love

Man, I usually have more energy. I feel good about what is going into my body and I think my body generally likes it. I find that generally there are a lot of good things to eat that are good for you, just in moderation buddy.

Watching what I eat: The Hate

Sometimes I feel hungrier if I eat just a little bit. The thing is, I've found times when I'm REALLY hungry, and only have something small to eat, I eat it and crave more of it (but that is all) and with in about 15 minutes, I feel REALLY full. Why can't I have more control over these similar situations, when I have food coming out the ying-yang? Why can't I "just say no" to over-eating?

I find I'm usually at my worst when I have lots of stuff to snack on around mi casa.

I have a plan, and I hope it works. As soon as my football season is over, I'm signign up for a membership at 24 hour fitness. They have a day care and are only 5 minutes from my house. I can take my son there and let him run around while I sweat it out. I need to get in general shape anyway. And when I say shape, NO, a Circle isn't a shape.

Daylight savings time

So its the fall portion of Daylights savings time (which, by the way, I think is amazing someone has figured out this works). This is a day that we are all to set our clocks back the night before. One extra hour of rest is what they say. Not so for me.

7:00am, my recently turned five year old son, who was up for close to 14 hours the previous day, is up rearing to go. At first he wants to immediately play video games on the X-box (the boy could sit in front of that thing playing Star Wars Battlefront from sun up to sun down). I could imagine his thought process is something like this:

"Star Wars, Star Wars, Star Wars, Star Wars, I want a fruit snack, Star Wars, Star Wars, Star Wars, I want a kid drink".

Anyway, I digress. So my son is asking to play the video game and I'm DOG tired. I'm still in that zone where I'm half asleep and half awake...thinking that since I have time to sleep in, I can fall back asleep. I get the game started for him and jump back in bed. Then my thoughts turn to something like this:

"how are we going to stop #41 this week? I could have Peter play middle linebacker and roam sideline to sideline, then have Semisi help shut down the toss sweep by lining him out on the weak side? Go to sleep Tyler.........TYLER, go to sleep! What about #35? When he comes in, he .....this is getting ridiculous. GO TO SLEEP! #35 only comes in to catch the ball out of the backfield. I have to stay on Trevor about not getting sucked inside and he HAS to remember to drop into the flats. Oh yeah, #31 is the tight end that comes in to only run the corner pattern. Ezra has to keep an eye on him all the time. OK Tyler, you've figure this out when you wake up.....GO TO SLEEP......................oh shit, this is ridiculous."

Then I decide to get out of bed.

Here it is, 10:30 PM and I'm tired as usual. I had planned on taking a nap sometime today, but yeah, that didn't work out. I waste so much time doing nothing. My life is pretty pathetic most of the time, its no wonder I don't have a woman right now. Probably a good thing becaus she'd be disgusted by what I do with my free time: Nothing.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

School sucks!

I mean, classes you take that will NEVER be a part of what you do SUCKS! I HATE math. I mean HATE IT! I can't wait for this class to be over. If I can finish with a C, I'll be happy so I can move onto the next class and barely pass it.

The thing that sucks, I've had the benefit of having 3 really good math instructors in college, but I just don't care for math. I can generally pick up on the equations, etc, but they don't excite me whatsoever.

The ONLY reason I could see why I would need math, is if I'm coaching and in a study hall with my players and someone needs help with their math homework. Either that, or one of my kids will need help with their homework. Most of this stuff I will never have a serious need for in life.

I wish we could just focus on the subject we are interested in. I'd get so much more out of school that way. Oh well.

The thing that really peeves me is the "excitement" and motivation I have as the beginning of the semester starts. I get all stoked and positive about the class and make these lofty goals of taking good notes, doing my homework, and paying attention. Before you know I've missed a few classes and I consider dropping the class :-). For real though, I'm going to stick this one out, I just can't wait until its over!

Funny "white trash" moment at work today

So at my work, we have many different types of people, including the traditional white trash. When I say that word, I do realize it is quite harsh because this girl isn't all that bad, she's just a typical girl of this era. She tries hard to be cool, but it just isn't working.

She has the typical teased hair, bright orange makeup, and wears those skinny, acid-washed pants that get really tight down at the ankles and end at her white tennis shoes.

Like I said, she tries.

Anyway, I'm in the break room warming up some food and I she comes running saying this exact words, "You did what???? You put a carburator in the dishwasher???"

I almost lost it, but just turned around and continuted nuking my food.

Funny moment no doubt.

Monday, October 25, 2004


OK, so I've had money on my mind lately. Not like I want to hoard it, but I wish I had just a little bit more of it. I mean, I make decent money for what I do (40k) but after forking out over $550 of it each month to help with my son, I don't see much of it :-).

Well, this guy I coach my little league team with (Mike, he's the head coach) called me last night and first started talking to me about our team, etc. Then we somehow got on the topic of what he does for a living. He is in the business of buying and selling mortgages to the private industry. He is VP of sales for his company, so he is pretty well-set. He then talked to me about how I'm missing out on his industry and that its a hidden gem that no one is into. He then went onto tell me that he has 18 sales reps located all over the western U.S. who work from home and make anywhere from 4k to 50k per month doing this.

I get INSTANTLY skeptical when people talk about stuff like this. First, I always think its some sort of Multi-level marketing or something. But Mike doesn't seem like that kind of guy that would be into that. He said his company is the largest dealer in mortgage buy-outs and re-sellers. He wasn't bragging, but he said he makes more money than any of his siblings some of which are Dr's, etc.

Anyway, he said he would talk to me about it more, but was basically saying he could hook me up with a job like that.

I think maybe that is why I was missing sleep? I don't know. I just woke up early thinking about how nice it would be to be able to work from home, sell mortgages, and make more money than I could imagine. He said the dudes that bring in 50k a month a REALLY dedicated though and put in about 50 hrs a week. Big whoopee! At times I've put in up to 70 hrs a week!

One thing that comforts me about the legitimate part of this business is that he is always traveling to visit his sales reps, so I know he doesn't work for some fly-by-night company. They actually pay to send him out to these places. Plus he drives a really nice car, has a somewhat large family, and a big house from what everyone tells me.

Anyway, I'm kind of excited to find out more about this. It would be SO nice to be able to have extra cash to finish re-modeling my house, build a play house for Caiden in the back yard, buy that BMW 330i I've been drooling over, take a few low-income kids on my team out for a shopping spree, etc.

Oh well, I guess I better get back to reality (work).

Did something really cool this morning

So for whatever reason, I woke up REALLY early for my standards, which was 6am. I'm usually a 7:30 to 8am type of person. I took this SUPER hot shower, to the point where I was sweatting after. Then I did the normal shaving my face, got dressed and I still found myself REALLY hot. Well, being that its like 35-40 degrees here in the morning, I went outside on my front porch and just chilled for like 20 minutes while steam ran off me. It actually felt REALLY refreshing. Wish I could do that every day. In addition, it was lightly raining so it was really peaceful.

I love watching my son play

There is nothing better than hiding somewhere and watching my son play and communicate whether it be by himself, or with a friend. He almost becomes a different person. I think with me there is the "authority figure" in me that can intimidate him a bit and keeps him from taking complete control of a situation.

When he has his friend over (next door neighbor) he is on a level playing field. I sat out in my tool shed today and watched him interact for about 20 minutes. It was awesome and funny.

Caiden was trying to act like he was "the man" for the most part. He kept reminding his friend of what his daddy (me) would allow them to do and what they could not do. They sat on the endge of the deck and talked for a bit, making funny fart noises with their mouths, etc. Caiden then began kicking the lattuce wood under the deck (that my honeysuckle grows on) with the back of his foot. His friend (James) then asked if his daddy allows him to hit the wood with his foot and Caiden replied "my daddy says I can do whatever I want".

Looks like I need to be more clear on "anything he wants"; I mean that more as a positive reinforcement more than anything (you know the whole "you can do anything if you put your mind to it" thing?) I got a chuckle out of his statement.

Anyway, as he kept kicking harder and harder, I would have normally gone outside and asked him to stop, but I wanted to see how long he would keep it up. Finally a piece of the lattuce came loose and his friend pointed it out. Just then Caiden almost froze in fear, then jumped off the deck to see what he was talking about. James pointed out the piece of wood that fell off (just a small 6" piece in the corner) and Caiden picked it up and I could tell he was a bit nervous. They both sat there for about 5 minutes trying to figure out how they were going to re-attach the piece. Finally, they decided to just hide the piece behind the lattuce, under the deck and went inside the house.

I'm going to hang onto that 6" piece of wood to remind myself of how precious my son is. Every time I look at my lattuce and see that missing piece down by the corner (which no one else will ever notice) I'm going to smile at the character my son gave my deck, and the little character he is turning out to be.

I love my son dearly.

Saturday, October 23, 2004

My latest thoughts

I'm stoked because both my little league FB team and my favorite college team (BYU) won today. With my little leagues win, we are going to the play-offs!

You all have no idea how tough it was for us to get here. We've won 5 straight (and soon to be 6 with the win-less team we play this week) after starting off 0-3. The first two teams we lost to are good and are tied for 1st place right now, so that is understandable, but we lost our 3rd game to this really weak team. Should have won it. Oh well.

Anyway, I'm stoked.

Other thoughts...... know you are a loser when you get hooked on the computer traditional game Solitair. Yup. I'm a loser. I can't believe how easily I get hooked. Oh well.....

.....For those of you that have not tried to get a copy or purchase "The garden state" soundtrack, EVERYONE IS MISSING OUT! This soundtrack will change your life (if you dig music and it touches your soul in so many ways you can't describe). I LOVE THIS SOUNDTRACK........


......I saw "I heart huckabees" the other tight. Brilliant script/dialogue, but the movie was kind of weird (my kind of weird though). For the most part, I dug it. My friend I was with (Mikelle) fell asleep like 5 times. She still dug it though, but was just tired......

.....speaking of Garden State a few thoughts ago, I am purchasing the frickin' DVD the day it comes out. I miss it. There is this scene where Natalie Portman just meets the lead character (who happens to also be the writer/director of the movie, Zach Braff) and she lets him listen to the CD she is listening to (which happens to be the soundtrack for the movie) and its this song by "The Shins" called New Slang. The look she gives him while he is listening to it is breathless. Not seductive, but just a beautiful, exciting smile. I dug that scene. I've seen the movie like 3 times in the theater.....

....same with Napoleon Dynamite. That movie is "fetchin' awesome"......

Thursday, October 21, 2004

I'm off for my glamour photo session.

Its at "Photos by Deb". Anyone care to join me? After I get them back, I'm sure I'll be the most hit up person here on For real.

I'm going to go for that "holding up your collar, turned sideways" look. In addition, the "fist to the chin close-up" shot seems pretty hot. Then there is always the "lift up your shirt and show 'em what you got" look. That one would be cool, although I think I'm going to have to wait to get my frontal waxed.

Who else wants to get some fuzzy glamour shots done with me so we can post them here? Let me know because Deb is as good as it gets.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

My female boss is cool

OK, PLEASE don't assume I'm a chauvinistic pig by my statement, but I always feared working for a woman in the business world. Not because I don't think they can do it; I KNOW that most women are smarter than men. I worried more about getting one of those bitchy women that are only out there to prove that they are better than men.

Anyway, about 2 years ago my company was bought out by a company based in Atlanta. With that, we downsized my entire staff of 9 to just me. It was pretty sad. Anyway, my new boss I would be reporting to was a nice lady from the get-go. She is a lady about 40 with a couple of kids and divorced. Right off the batt she commanded my respect, but not in a militant way. I don't know what it was, but she had a very sincere and somewhat sparkle in her eye when she looked at you. Just a nice, NICE lady.

Being that she is in Atlanta and I'm in Utah, she pretty much leaves my job and managing myself up to me. She trusts that I will be available when the shit hits the fan, and I usually am (or at least right around the corner). Every time I meet with her (which is twice a year) she is very friendly and always interested in my life and what I'm doing. She never gets pissed off at times I drop the ball, although I've never dropped the ball on anything big, so that might help.

All in all, I love my boss (but I'm not "in" love with her, he he). I'm very thankful for a boss like her and if I was 40 years old......she'd be in trouble! hehe.

Current songs I've been listening to

These are the current songs that are cool. If you don't have them, buy them, download them, or borrow them from someone, but do it NOW!

Do it again - Beach Boys
Lives - Modest Mouse
Jumping Around - The Rentals
Untitled - Interpol
Stumbline - Smashing Pumpkins
Broken Heart - Spiritualized
Only in Dreams, Undone, Say it aint so - Weezer (I never get tired of it)
Caring is creepy - The shins
Don't Panic - Coldplay
In the waiting line - Zero 7
New slang - The shins
Vege-tables - Beach boys
Just like movie stars - matt sharp

Let me know if you have any questions about these songs.

Monday, October 11, 2004

All about me

I got this from someone elses blog, so yeah, I'm a poser.


.name- Tyler
.age- 27
.sex- male
.martial status- single
.hair color- blond-like
.eye color- blue
.sexual preference- Females
.ethnicity- white


.band- Weezer, followed closely by Modest Mouse
.song- Not fair. I always dig the rockability of Say it aint so, but always love Only in Dreams (both by Weezer), but then Thirty to Three always pops in my head as well (by Smashing Pumpkins). THIS QUESTION SUCKS!
.singer- Lea Salonga
.food- Tex/Mex
.book- The Alchemist
.magazine- Mens Health
.sport- Football/Snowboarding
.movie- I'm not getting into it (like the music question) but anything by Spike Jonze or Cohen Brothers for the most part.
.flower- Honey Suckle
.animal- Fido
.candy- Snikers
.tv show- The Daily Show
.tv station- History Channel or Comedy Central
.video game- Splinter Cel (when I'm feeling like it)
.anime- None
.country- United States of America
.state- Utah
.color- Blue
.weather- 76 degrees with a 20 hance of rain
.season- Fall
.time of day- late morning
.month- September
.quote- "I like your style dude" - The Stranger


.living arrangement- Mi Casa
.how many people are in your family- In my house, 2 (my son and I) but for my immediate famliy.........take a deep breath: 10 kids, two parents.
.do you ever have family get togethers?- All the time
.your favorite cousin- Summer
.your favorite family member- The two-headed monster: Mom/Dad
.your least favorite family member- If this was a math question, my answer would be: No Solution
.is family important to you?- As much as air
.do you get along with your parents?- Very much
.siblings- 9
.ages- Holy I can remember? Ummm 12, 15, 16, 19, 22, 24, 26, 34, 35
.do you get along with your siblings?- Yes
.pets- Not now.


Do you believe in...

.God- Yes
.the devil- Yes
.hell- Yes
.reincarnation- No
.karma- Yes
.miracles- Yes
.luck- Yes, with good decisions
.fate/destiny- Somewhat
.magic- No
.someone for everyone- No
.religion- Yes


.suicide- Sad/Selfish
.homosexuality- Whatever makes people happy
.depression- Sucks
.sex before marriage- Its good if you try to keep it like that, but if you don't, don't feel like a heathen.
.abortion- Sad, but in some cases necessary
.boredom- Hate it
.war/terrorism- Necessary evil/Cowardice
.love- Used to be easy for me, now I'm scared to death of it.
.life- Lovin' it


.pop- nay
.rock- & roll- yay
.rap- sometimes yay
.r&b- nay
.ska- sometimes yay
.emo- yay
.hardcore- sometimes yay
.country- usually yay
.classical- yay
.foreign- nay
.hip-hop- sometimes yay
.dashboard confessional- Used to be YAY, but got old quick, so now sometimes yay
.good charlotte- nay
.blink-182- yay
.goldfinger- yay
.all-american rejects- nay
.Debbie Gibson- nay
.led zepplin- yay
.the sex pistols- yay
.pennywise- yay
.the used- nay
.the shins- yay
.the white stripes- yay
.the offspring- nay
.system of a down- nay
.mudvayne- nay
.white zombie- nay
.the ataris- yay
.evanescence- nay
.linkin park- nay
.poison- nay
.new found glory- nay
.NOFX- yay
.alice in chains- yay
.nickleback- WAY nay
.puddle of mudd- mostly nay


.coke/pepsi- pepsi
.vanilla coke/vanilla pepsi- vanilla pepsi
.chocolate/vanilla- vanilla
.black/white- black
.light/dark- dark
.sun/moon- moon
.rain/snow- snow
.sunshine/rain- sunshine
.summer/winter- winter
.spring/autumn- autumn
.sunrise/sunset- sunset
.car/suv- suv
.cellphone/pager- phone, out-grew the pager back in the day
.radio/tv- tv
.vhs/dvd- DVD
.cd/tape- CD
.glasses/contacts- glasses (if I wore them; I don't)
.morning/night- NIGHT
.ocean/pool- ocean
.skiing/snowboarding- snowboarding
.skating/skateboarding- I suck at both, but I'll pick skateboarding
.oranges/apples- apples
.strawberries/bananas- strawberries
.penguins/polar bears- polar bears
.mcdonalds/burger king- McDonalds
.pizza hut/dominos- Pizza Hut
.wine/champagne- None


.stole/shop-lifted- yes
.sped- yes
.smoked- yes
.drank- yes
.gotten drunk- no
.gotten drunk and passed out- no
.gotten drunk and couldn't remember anything- no
.done drugs- no
.weed- no
.marijuana- isn't it the same as weed?
.shrooms- no
.lsd- no
.ecstasy- no
.crack- no
.cocaine- I'm no movie star
.heroin- no
.inhalants- no
.skinny dipped- yes
.gave someone a lap dance- no
.had sex- yes
.snuck out of the hous- Many times, but I don't think my parents really cared.
.ran away from home- Only threats
.tried to commit suicide- no
.used someone- no
.cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend- no
.got caught 'doing something'- yes
.embarrassed yourself- every day
.share an embarrassing moment- Not at the moment
.what time is it- 11:58 PM
.are you glad this is over- I guess

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Sunday, October 10, 2004

A little tip for the girls out there

NEVER trust the boyz that ride crotch rockets, have beached hair and try to race others all the time. They're not worth it and are nothing but trouble. In addition, don't trust the dudes that drive small import cars with loud mufflers. They are all Paul Walker wannabes that like to pretend the movie "fast and the furious" is what their life is all about. Its lame.

My "stoke factor"

Anyone else have one of these? If not, you should do it. This is what I've been stoking on lately:

Music: Interpol (their "turn on the bright lights" album is wicked-dreamy), The Garden State soundtrack, Golden Boy, Weezer (goes w/o saying), The Rentals, Smashing Pumpkins (just my "mix" I put together), Modest Mouse

Other stuff: Helping my brother tile his floor....scheming for my little league football team.......Spike Jonze.......Charlie History 1600 class.......Growing out my and Cranberry mixed.......watching the speed limit......thinking of ways to get some extra money.......teaching my son about life and reading to him.......procrastinating signing up for a 24 hr fitness membership.......arguing with people in my fantasy football league about anything BUT football.......presidential debates......small boobies.......VH1's 30 years of Hip Hop......dreaming about my future.......Adaptation.......Snatch.......yo mamma.

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Saturday, October 09, 2004

One reason I feel happy today

Despite my favorite College football team losing last night, my midget (12 year old) team won today convincingly 20-0. I coach the defense and this is our 2nd shut-out in a row (could have been our 3rd, but 3 weeks ago the other team came down with a lucky catch in the end zone). I'm very happy to be coaching my boys. I'm sure some of them think I hate them with the way I scream and yell at them from time to time, but I always try to let them know I'm proud of them and tell them I love them. They are good kids and fun to work with. I love coaching.

My life story age 1-10

OK, so here goes the run-down.

I was born on April 11, 1977 in Placerville, CA. Its a little town nestled between Sacramento and Lake Tahoe. Beautiful little place.

0-1 years old. I don't remember much. I assume I learned to eat, crawl, and walk (although I still have problems crawling, so I don't know if I ever really "mastered" the skill).

1-2 years old. I believe I learned to say words like "dadda" and "poop". I think I split my head open at this era in my life. A teatherball pole fell over and hit me on the head. 17 stitches and a lifetime scar under my hair later, I'm good to go. In addition, on my 17th month of life, my brother Russell was born. The fight begins. I also still have a faint memory of someone changing my diaper and holding their nose at the same time. It was one of my cousins who was baby sitting me.

2-3 years old. Good times I'll tell you! Man, I remember that one time I.........wait, I really don't remembe much from the 2-3 year old era. Actually, WAIT, I do remember pulling my brother up the stairs by his head. That was fun and it is possible it lead to the kind of person he is today. Oh yeah, we also moved from Placerville to Mt. Pleasant, UT.

3-4 years old. I think I got my first big wheel bike. I was stoked (I think it was one with Super Man decals). My brother got the spider man one. He was stoked. Also, my sister Amanda was born around this time (when we still lived in UT).

4-5 years old. Hmmmmm, I recall going to a little pre-school at times. Also, the neighbor kid had me stand in front of one of those tandem swings on the swing set (where you face each other) and he let the tandem swing go and it knocked me down. The thing gave me a nice owie on my chin. What a nice kid. I also remember losing a tooth at this age (by nature) and crying with fear as I rode on a mechanical bull with my cousin. I believe we also moved to AZ during this time in my life.

5-6 years old.
Started Kindergarten in Gilbert, AZ. Seemed like fun. I had my own bike (a big two-wheel BMX bad-ass mofo). I remember a kid threatening that he was going to cut my lock and steal my bike when I rode it to school the first day. What a rude awakening to reality huh? I think I got my first crush and my first kiss from a girl. I recall her laying in a ditch in my friends neighborhood. She told me to get on top of her and kiss her. I did and I remember as I was going in for the smooch, seeing her nose FULL of nice green boogers. I'm talking like radioactive green! Good thing I didn't know what "turned on" meant then. I believe my brother Jeff was born during this time in AZ.

6-7 years old. 1st grade and the feeling of excitement when I was the first kid in my class to be able to read the word "ONE HUNDRED". I remember reading it and the teacher exploding with joy. I felt like my next conquest would be stopping world hunger and ending all wars. Didn't exactly work out, but I can now read/spell the word "ONE TRILLION". Another crush, another class picture, etc. Toward the end of 1st grade we moved back to my birthplace of Placerville, CA.

7-8 years old. We nestled down in a cozy 3 bedroom, 1000 sq ft house. The house was small, but we had 3 acres of wooded bliss and a seasonal creek. What more could a boy want in life? I made a friend (Brian I think?) and watched lots of ninja movies and GI Joe. 2nd grade was sweet and this is where I caught onto the concept of the "class clown". I wasn't him, but whoever it was that left a dookie in the boys room urinal sure was a funny person.

8-9 years old. Hmmmmmmm, I remember lots of exploring uncharted lands. There was lots to explore as a kid. We lived somewhat in the country, so not only was our property on an "all-access" status, but so were the other properties around us. Lots of cow pastures and grazing land. We would go and try to entice the cows to chase us. That was dumb. This is where I met one of the most influential persons in my young life. Mr. Bear Stevens (yeah, his name was awesome). I say that because we were kids at the time. I have no idea what Bear is doing now, but I hope he is doing well.

My friend Bear is a Native American and it was a name given at his birth. I think as he got older he went by his middle name "Mike", but I'm not positive. Eventually Bear got into some trouble when we got older and was sent to a youth prison. Being in prison, I think I'd rather have my name be Bear for credibilities sake.

Bear and I ran and ran wild. We were focused initially on riding our bikes and kicking some ass. At the time I didn't notice it, but he was a little on the "twisted" side at times. I should have picked up on it when after the 2nd or 3rd time I went to his house (which was next to a pond) he tortured a frog. It was pretty gruesome, but I just kind of went along with it and followed him around. However, Bear was also a very creative person in his speech and artistically, had a good eye for drawing. He was still a good friend that would back me up on anything and I loved him for that. Also, my sister Krystal was born around this time.

9-10 years old. 4th grade, crushes on girls, insecurities set in. Kind of weird how over a period of one year you all of a sudden worry about your clothes, if you stink, girls liking you, etc. I was focused also on skateboarding. I met another good friend (in addition to Bear) who was a skater. I dug him. We worshiped the likes of Tony Hawk and the rest of the Bones Brigade. I was a horrible skater, but I still liked to act the part. In fact, I was (and still am) very oafy and un-coordinated, so I lacked what most of the skaters had: Skills.

I ran into boughts of trouble, but nothing big. I think I saw my first naked girl in a magazine (Bear stole it from his step-dads collection). I felt so bad after seeing it though. I just recall mostly roaming the small town of Eldorado (where we lived, close to Placerville) on my bike/skateboard and trying to avoid getting caught alone, or a stoner would try to intimidate me and kick my ass. If Bear was with me, I was usually safe.

Next up: 10-11 years old........stay tuned.

The agony of defeat

OK, for starters, I'm not a typical jock that goes off and revolves his life around a win/loss situation. I just got back from a college football game. My team lost a nail-biter that went down to the end. We totally out-played the other team, but turn-overs lead to our demise.

I'm just glad I can get over this a lot quicker. I'm sure if I had a more personal stake in it (i.e. one of the coaches/players) it would be much harder to get over. Heck, I coach a team of 12 year olds and there are times I find myself not able to sleep because I'm thinking too much about my boys and their responsibilities for this weeks game.

OK. This was a retarded blog. I'm obviously tired. I have to get up in 5 hours and go coach a game.

"BUT WAIT!!! There's more"

....I need to get some thoughts off my head.

Ex-girlfriends. Why does everyone talk so bad about their ex relationships? Why does there have to be so much drama? Why can't people get on with things and "forgive/forget"? My ex-wife and I get along very well. I imagine it has to do with the fact that we are raising a son together, but for the most part we are cordial and (at least from my perspective) don't seem to hold and ill-will toward each other. We are both two VERY different people in our ideals on life, so it can get in the way of our parenting ideals, but other than that its cool.

Since my divorce (which I've never even given my life story about yet) I had been dating this girl off and on that lived in Canada. She would drive down every month and we would visit/hang out and do our "couples" thing. This lasted for two years and being the "I want to get on with my life by getting married" kind of guy, I finally decided that if she couldn't commit to moving down here and giving it a go, that I had to move on. We seemed to have been able to deal with it just fine. I saw her tonight at the game. We hung, chatted, etc. Everything was FINE.

Why can't it be this way for everyone else? Why hold the grudges, etc? Why not just be happy for the other person?

OK, so I ask those questions, then realize that I just have it good :).

Friday, October 08, 2004


(note, this is copied from my old blog at

OK, so I found out about this place because there was a link here from that showed their lead singer (Rivers Cuomo) started his own blog, etc. He updates it from time to time while attending Harvard.

So I figured it would be cool to check it out, post some thoughts, maybe get some people to like me because of those thoughts, etc. I had no idea this was like some kind of singles/romance/hook-up place. I mean, that is cool and all. I have a ton of friends I've met on the internet.

I guess the biggest WTF is how everyone seems to have their "about me" section full of the "I'm 5'2" 90lbs. I like bubble baths, long walks on the beach and to be covered in 10w 30 motor oil at random moments".

In addition, I forgot to put my latest glamour shot (or photos by Deb for you Napoleon Dynamite fans) in my picture. Oh well, I'll have to break out the oil and flex up for everyone soon enough.

Until then, sleep tight everyone. I'll be back in full force as no one reads this. This is OK though; its theraputic.

My first blog entry

I have been putting this off for quite some time, but I've wanted one ever since I learned what the word "blog" meant, which was only a few months ago :). ANYWAY, I think it is a cool idea I keep my thoughts somewhere, might as well be somewhere that is stored on some server for everyone to see.

I want to start by saying I love my son, Caiden more than anything in this world. Yeah, yeah, don't get all over me for being soft, but a child will do that for you.

I thought I had a heart attack last Monday night. I'm so lame. My dad and grandpa both had heart problems and every once in a while I get these sharp pains in my chest about the same area as my heart. I haven't been eating the best and add that with this dull pain I had in my chest all day Monday, I thought I was going to have a heart attack, so little cautious me goes to the ER at my hospital, has all these tests, etc. done and I find out there was nothing wrong with me ($100 worth of a co-pay later).

Anyway I guess its good to know that I'm still healthy I also got a lot of my current reading material (Weezers un-official Biography "Rivers Edge").

Other than that.......I'm so tired all the time. I wish I could just sleep for about 4 days and I think I'd be good. However, I'd then need to establish good sleeping habits and get to bed on time like good boys do.

Shoosh. Look at me. I'm draggin' on, talking away when its near 1am when I should be in bed and establishing said good habits.

OK. Time to go. This was refreshing.