Penguins vs. Kings

The Penguins came into town last week. I was excited because I haven't seen them since I left Pittsburgh. The first two periods were great!  Then came the third period which I'd rather not talk about....

Instead I rather talk about the folks sitting behind me. They were amazing!  They were the pikeys from the movie Snatch who also happen to be Pens fans.

Mickey and company were giving great color commentary without taking a breath in between any words or sentences.

They spoke about what the Pens needed to do in order to win,

"Wat ya need is a Jordin Staal out there a man like Jordin Staal knows how to scor golls." 

On the physical attributes of one of the Kings players,

"Look at the little one over there he's tv size he fits right into the tv don't need to size him down cuz he fits right into tv"

and on Bailey the Lion, the LA Kings mascot,

"Ol beasty boy's bangin his drum agin thats all beasty boy does run aroun bangin his drum do ya see beasty boy bangin his drum agin?"

Mickey made the Pens beating more bearable. Later he tried selling me a caravan.

baby shakin'

This past weekend I went to the Glendale Mall.  I notice a guy

pushing around his baby in a stroller. The baby was getting a

little fussy. So what's dad's answer? 

Shake the baby around like he was in a paint mixer.  I wouldn't 

say dad was being abusive, but lets just say an earthquake wouldn't 

phase this little guy after his training.

The baby kicked around giggling like he wanted more.

I imagine this kid will grow up to be something tough thanks

to his dad. Maybe a rugby player.

R.I.P. The War Admiral

this past weekend, it was with great sadness that the war admiral had to be permanently retired.

the war admiral and i had many amazing adventures. i bought it from a 20 year old kid for 900 dollars. he told me his grandmother drove it around... and i believed him. three weeks later, the war admiral and i were off on our maiden voyage togther from pennsylvania to santa clarita, california. we made it the whole way there...

once while driving home from jib jab, the war admiral suffered a catastrophic injury. he lost a tire on the freeway while doing
60 mph. for most cars its age, this would have been a career ending injury, but not the war admiral... he was up and running in a week.

the war admiral was not without his faults. he was very picky about the radio. some days it would work great. other days it wouldn't. there was a distinct smell of burning wires on those days...

the war admiral would shake violently around sharp right turns. not sure if it was from the accident or from his dislike of sharp right turns.

i'll miss you, war admiral. we drove many places together... and most of the times we made it home.

the LA fair

so a few weeks ago i went to the la county fair.  it was a lot of fun... a ton of stuff.  we ended up walking into a expo building where there were a bunch of things to buy and look at.  

the only bad thing was the walking lanes between the booths were really narrow.  so if some one stopped to look at something of interest it would cause a bottle neck traffic jam like rush hour on the 405. 

ants

So the past couple of weeks or so we've been locked in an ongoing battle with ants. At this point I think we're winning, but who knows how long that will last.

This all reminds me of my very first ant invasion...

I was about 3 or 4 years old. Like any normal toddler, I enjoyed the occasional juice and american cheese slice as a pre bedtime snack.
To keep things tidy, I decided to stuff my 4th piece of half eaten cheese into the side of my water bed. 
As I drifted off to slumber, the ants invaded ruining my bed picnic.
I ran in and told mom who was less than sympathetic.

We spent the rest of the night fighting off the ants... My mom with her vacuum and me with my jumbo red crayon... And that's where the bad blood between me and ants started.

my meeting

i had a meeting a few weeks ago where  i had sit in the waiting area for a while.

then i guy came by and gave me the strangest look.  like he has never seen anyone using the waiting area.
then he walked by again. 
he walked by once more so i tried to be nice and smile, but got nothing back.
then i thought about how i could just mess with him and maybe i could chase him around and try to hug him.
didn't have the guts to do it.

so i went to meet some friends in vegas this weekend. i played blackjack. at first i was up and i was doing well.

then i had a run of bad cards...
then good..
then bad again.

i went through this stupid cycle for a while until my friend got me a tea. plus diana reminded me that i said that i would quit once i broke even.

over all it was a good time