Sure Beats Work

So the Saints have won the Super Bowl. I’m not going to pretend I’m happy about that. I was rooting for the Colts, but it’s not that I like them. I couldn’t care less about these two franchises. After my actual teams I cheer for, I look for teams to cheer against.

My NCAA grudges carry over into the professional leagues. So for teams that draft USC Trojans, they get an automatic booing from me for five years. Reggie Bush is why I wanted New Orleans to lose. A win would have been sweeter, but Reggie’s almost no show performance was an okay second for me.

Now that football season is over, it’s time to shift my focus back to basketball. Time to heckle OJ Mayo and the Memphis Grizzlies, even if they have no chance of winning.

Well, at least according to Michelle. Would you like some taco with that pepper?

Friday I got to meet up with all my groomsmen for dinner. The plan was to discuss what we’re doing for my bachelor party, but it was also an excuse just to grab some food and beers. It’s a good thing we didn’t make this a critical meeting for deciding what to do for the party, because we got nothing done. So far they’ve decided to either to ride bikes with baskets and streamers on the handles or kill a hooker. Uh, yeah.

Why can’t we do both?

Me: I bought some new sunglasses.
Mom: What happened to your old ones?
Me: I still have them. These are the same brand as my other pair, but those are more for running around. These are for-
Mom: Fashion?
Me: Lifestyle. We prefer to call it lifestyle.
Mom: And just what lifestyle is that?
Me: Alternative? I don’t know. You know I just talk sometimes without thinking.

These are the sunglasses I bought. For some reason they were half the price a few weeks ago. Also, note to self: clean the mirror.

I’m not by any means fat, but if you had to judge just based on my face you might think otherwise. I’ve just inherited my father’s lack of a jaw line so any weight shows very easily in my face. Every time I show up somewhere in my work clothes, someone always asks me if I’ve lost weight. That’s because my work pants I actually wear on my waist, and I tuck in my shirt. Perhaps it’s time for a wardrobe change, or maybe a jaw implant.

Think Jay Leno is willing to loan me some of his? Although I’d just be afraid he’d take it back after a few months.

Back in World History in high school one of the projects we had to do was a Model United Nations conference. We chose countries at random and had to discuss different world issues using the point of view of our selected country. I got Canada for my country. My partner and I had no idea where to begin with our policies and agendas. This was before the days of Internet.

Countries like Iraq were easy. Just hold up a calculator and threaten to press the button to launch a missile. So we did what any students would do in our situation. We just decided not to say much, and when we were required to speak, just agree with everything America said or did. It worked like a charm.

Saturday we went up to Hollywood for Annie’s 30th birthday party. Michelle kept saying, “Don’t get too close or you’ll catch it! Then we’ll all be thirty!” We’re all getting old, but that doesn’t mean we can’t feel young at heart and in our activities.

We had a picnic party! Who would have thought it rained and hailed for six days straight before this?

We gorged ourselves on delicious foods and after playing badminton, croquet, and other rich people games we decided we needed to eat more and  headed to Ondal 2 for some Korean food.

I picked the best seat. With people running late these were all mine.

Holy Mackerel! Vegetable pancake in the background.

Seafood pancake.

Unfortunately I can’t eat this one, because I’m allergic to crab.

This one I can eat. Short ribs in a spicy broth that is just awesome. It’s got heat but you can taste all the other flavors in the broth.

Doesn’t that look awesome?

After all the crab was gone, one of the servers tossed some hand made noodles into the broth for round two.

Not to be outdone, another server made some fried rice with the beef broth. This was awesome.

Those Koreans are so resourceful, taking two dishes that would have been otherwise considered finished, turning them into two completely new dishes. I bet a pack of Koreans could live for three weeks on my food waste alone.

As humans we all get used to doing what is familiar to us. We get comfortable doing the same things over and over. There are restaurants that we frequent because we enjoy the food. We stick to certain products because they are what we have become accustomed to using. We say the same words and phrases over and over.

That’s got to affect blogging. Every time I get an idea that I want to blog I wonder to myself, “Have I already written about this?” I find myself having to search my own website to make sure that I haven’t written the exact same post before. The last thing I want is to sound like an old man, constantly telling kids to get off my lawn over and over while recounting stories of the good ole days to people that have absolutely no interest. How do you stay fresh with writing ideas?

After writing this I forgot to check whether I’ve blogged about this subject before. My apologies if it’s been done.

I cut my hair this week and while doing so I noticed how many gray hairs I have on my head. It’s better than being bald I guess, but I’m not even thirty! I pulled out more than a dozen, and I’m sure that wasn’t even half of them. (Yeah, I know that means I’m getting double that amount growing back.) I told my dad about my graying, and his response was “That’s probably good for business. People will take you more seriously since you won’t look like a kid.” Sure I will have a look of wisdom about me, but how am I going to make sales without my rugged, youthful looks?!

Maybe I should just start wearing hats.

Well, since Michelle has already posted it I figure it’s okay for me to post it as well. We launched our wedding website. You can check it out here. There’s no backing out now. It’s on the web!