Here she is. Kylie Marie.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Hockey and stuff
My hockey team's record has fallen to 0-2. We played a new team to our division. Apparently they are a former roller hockey team. The advantage to playing this team was that they were small. I felt like one of the biggest guys out there (which was awesome). The disadvantage was that they brought their own cheering section. As soon as they stepped foot on the ice they started cheering. It was ridiculous.
In the locker room after the game, the coach/captain asked us if we wanted to win. We said yes. His answer was cardio. The other team scored one goal in the first, one goal in the second, and then 5 in the third for an embarrassing 0-7 loss. We were blanked. So, 2-3 times a week I'm gonna start running, rollerblading, or something to get my endurance up. I think I'll wait until my knee heals though.
In the locker room after the game, the coach/captain asked us if we wanted to win. We said yes. His answer was cardio. The other team scored one goal in the first, one goal in the second, and then 5 in the third for an embarrassing 0-7 loss. We were blanked. So, 2-3 times a week I'm gonna start running, rollerblading, or something to get my endurance up. I think I'll wait until my knee heals though.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Uncle!
No, I'm not being pinned to the ground forced into submission so my opponent can hear me say "Uncle!" My fighting days are long over (assuming nothing happens at our hockey game on Sunday). I'm gonna be an uncle! For those of you who know the gender, don't say it. My grandparents aren't aware of what the gender is, and we are trying to keep it that way. Rest assured, I'll post it hear when it happens.
Due date for the mother and father to be is June 12. It's weird. I kind of feel like I'm 17 again at the movie theaters waiting for my first kiss. You know that awkward part where you're sitting there...there's this very cute very attractive girl sitting there and you're thinking of all the millions of ways you can and will screw this up. So the movie ends, you walk out, and she goes home sad because she thinks something's wrong with her.
Okay, enough with the aside. I'll keep you posted as to how everything goes down. I'm quite excited for this whole process.
As for me, what will my purchase be? This awesome organic cotton onesie. Think they'll let the baby wear it? Yeah, I didn't think so. You know first time I watch the baby, baby goes home in this.
Due date for the mother and father to be is June 12. It's weird. I kind of feel like I'm 17 again at the movie theaters waiting for my first kiss. You know that awkward part where you're sitting there...there's this very cute very attractive girl sitting there and you're thinking of all the millions of ways you can and will screw this up. So the movie ends, you walk out, and she goes home sad because she thinks something's wrong with her.
Okay, enough with the aside. I'll keep you posted as to how everything goes down. I'm quite excited for this whole process.
As for me, what will my purchase be? This awesome organic cotton onesie. Think they'll let the baby wear it? Yeah, I didn't think so. You know first time I watch the baby, baby goes home in this.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
One Month Down
I finished the bar one month ago today. About this time, I had a few premium Japanese beers in me (Kirin) and was just picking up the final installment in the Harry Potter series. What have I been up to since then? A whirlwind of activities.
To start off, I skipped church (sinner!) and played in a poker tournament with my twin brother's father-in-law. I placed ninth and netted 7 bucks. The clone placed third and won a handsome sum (you really expect me to remember how much he won? This was like a month ago!). After that I departed for Dallas.
Rest assured, my transportation to Dallas was not too fun. See, while studying for the bar I had forgotten to book my airfare. So, I logged on Southwest and booked my flight in about two minutes. Little did I know what I was in store for.
I flew out of Ontario and had "the hottest flight crew this side of the Mississippi" or so the attractive blond flight attendant informed me. She was right. They were quite attractive and very funny. Ontario to Dallas should be a direct flight, right? Wrong. Ontario to Phoenix (where I met an interesting guy who was bitter about a divorce from his wife and knocked over his beer, breaking the glass, and then running from the bar before paying the tab...something tells me he didn't make it onto his flight) Phoenix to Austin! (Yes, Austin!), and finally Austin to Dallas. While in line in Phoenix I wasn't paying attention (I assumed they announced the flight's destination). While on the plane I learned the plane was headed to Austin, not Dallas--my destination. I pressed the stewardess call button, not once, not twice, but three times. She quickly confirmed my worst fears that yes, I was on the correct flight, and yes, there would be a stop in Austin. Fan-freakin-tastic.
So, Austin to Dallas and I'm finally at my destination. I spent two days in Dallas (really only like 1 and a half). The highlight was the trip to Deely Plaza where JFK was assassinated.
More of my trip to come later...I'm tired now.
To start off, I skipped church (sinner!) and played in a poker tournament with my twin brother's father-in-law. I placed ninth and netted 7 bucks. The clone placed third and won a handsome sum (you really expect me to remember how much he won? This was like a month ago!). After that I departed for Dallas.
Rest assured, my transportation to Dallas was not too fun. See, while studying for the bar I had forgotten to book my airfare. So, I logged on Southwest and booked my flight in about two minutes. Little did I know what I was in store for.
I flew out of Ontario and had "the hottest flight crew this side of the Mississippi" or so the attractive blond flight attendant informed me. She was right. They were quite attractive and very funny. Ontario to Dallas should be a direct flight, right? Wrong. Ontario to Phoenix (where I met an interesting guy who was bitter about a divorce from his wife and knocked over his beer, breaking the glass, and then running from the bar before paying the tab...something tells me he didn't make it onto his flight) Phoenix to Austin! (Yes, Austin!), and finally Austin to Dallas. While in line in Phoenix I wasn't paying attention (I assumed they announced the flight's destination). While on the plane I learned the plane was headed to Austin, not Dallas--my destination. I pressed the stewardess call button, not once, not twice, but three times. She quickly confirmed my worst fears that yes, I was on the correct flight, and yes, there would be a stop in Austin. Fan-freakin-tastic.
So, Austin to Dallas and I'm finally at my destination. I spent two days in Dallas (really only like 1 and a half). The highlight was the trip to Deely Plaza where JFK was assassinated.
More of my trip to come later...I'm tired now.
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