Saturday, June 30, 2007
The beach is totally different on the weekends. Damn tourists. I hate em.
I need 6 more bees before my foot quits hurting.
Heading back to the hotel soon to meet my radio buddy chris and finally meet his wife and kiddo. Later.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Plan on laying outside all day. I just finished the best book I've read in a long time. Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. Total chick book but I absolutely loved it. More on that later.
I'm also getting lost in the new Kings of Leon cd "Because of the Times".
I'm almost out of Pacifico, so I'll be hobbing to the store soon.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
PB is very cool. It reminds me a lot of Austin. It would have been easy to find a resort in more of a luxury area, but this is far more interesting and funky. The bars and shops have sort of a s. Congress, S. lamar sort of feel, much more our style... although we did just go to Starbucks. I would have opted for a local coffee joint but we couldn't find one and we didn't rent a car.
Everyone is talking about Paris being out of jail. I did hear some clips from the Larry king interview and thought it was lame. Why are we so fascinated with such an incredibly boring person. I'm trying to do a total media deprivation thing while I'm off. I read hundreds of pages of entertainment news every day. I need a break.
It's weird not having our daughter around. This is our second vacation without her ever. The last one was a couple years ago and it was just a long weekend in Mexico. I'm sure we will be missing her a ton before the week is over. I wish there was a hidden camera just so we could see what she's up to.
Heading out for an hour run, then to the beach to chill. I forgot to pack running/workout shorts. What a loser. Running in my swimsuit today, then gotta shop.
Monday, June 25, 2007
I have been listening to some Police again as of late. I can't think of anything out there today that makes such a connection over an entire album and then to do it 4 or 5 albums in a row...it was amazing. Don't get me wrong... I'm big on new music but I just can't think of anything that compares today.
I'm also looking forward to the rest of the week off. Heading to San Diego with some serious chill time ahead. Beach, sushi, workout, fish tacos... simple.
I've got a few good books packed and hope it's chilled enough and I can clear my head enough to blow through them.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Fathers Day is fast approaching and I’ve managed to survive the first 5 years of fatherhood. It’s been 100 times more difficult than I had ever imagined, but 1,000 times more rewarding. I’ve tried many times over these years to create genuine, fine moments of fatherhood; Mr. Cleaver, Mr. Brady sort of moments. What I’ve realized is that the planned, orchestrated moments of fatherhood are not the finest moments. It’s the little things, the really little things that fathers do that are the most memorable. It’s time and effort, something we all can afford.
I, like many fathers of my generation are overly cautious. Our parenting is well planned, we think we are ready. We have our careers underway, we met with the financial planners and we’ve orchestrated their schooling well. I throw down for everything “on ice”; Elmo on Ice, Disney on Ice, Princess on Ice, Hasslehoff on Ice, you name it. I buy my daughter everything she asks for. Everything that’s almost guaranteed to make her a certifiable brat! This does not necessarily make a good father. It’s taken me time to realize this. It’s very funny when I think about some of the finer moments with my father when I was young. I’ve realized that kids don’t really know what’s it’s like to be poor or broke. They just want time with their dads.
I distinctly remember going to my father’s apartment with my sisters, not long after my parents divorce. I can still picture the apartment. Very simple, red brick on the south side of
It was a rare occasion that we actually did go to a game. I had memories of going all the time, but it was probably just a handful of times. I guess my dad sold more shoes or something those weeks. We would always eat before we went, concessions were just too pricey. Dad would escort us quickly past the souvenir stand. I don’t think we ever asked to stop. We would always sit in right field. That was just “our spot”. I had no idea until I got older that those were the cheap seats. This is where all the long haired, shirtless drunks were. They would shout profanities at the opposing team… and by the end of the game, each other. Typically by the 7th inning or so, we would see security escort at least one of them out and the entire section would “Boo” the security. We were the underdogs in right field and the Royals were underdogs in 1976, so we were double underdogs, especially against the Yankees and the drunk, sun burnt guy deserved to stay. It also wasn’t until later in life that I realized the other sections were completely different. I had no idea that people wore shirts and something other than cut offs. The kids were well groomed and had every souvenir and food item imaginable. It would have been quite an event to sit behind the batter with the quiet fans, but I wouldn’t trade all of that for that for the rowdy section or that day on the carpet squares, soaking wet, eating homemade popcorn.
I have hundreds of memories like this. Reflecting back, it wasn’t the expense, the event or the prize. It was time and effort from dad. He did what he could and clearly gave us his undivided attention, when he could. If only I can remind myself of that as I’m bombarded with entertainment options for my daughter. Sure, I love Mario Lopez on Ice as much as the next guy, but I’ll plop down on the carpet with my daughter and share a bag of popcorn instead. I hope she has a fond memory of it 30 years later, just as I do.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
It was great to have Tim visiting Austin, chat over a few beers one eve and catch his speech at part of the Texchange meeting.
It's strange, Tim is about 8 years older than me, but looks at least 10 years younger than me. Also, when I listen to the guy, I feel like I'm in my early 20's, bright eyed and wanting to learn. He's a great mentor.
Having him come through Austin was such a great reminder and reinforcement that I need to continue to learn and grown personally, emotionally and socially. The last couple days have been full of valuable lessons.
Become a fan, read his books and subscribe to his blog. You will grow as a person. www.timsanders.com
Monday, June 11, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
My wife was looking for a new toy box for our daughters room. She found what she wanted online with Target. Why pay for shipping and wait for it if you can use their new online feature. With this new feature, you can search the local inventory and find out if it's in stock. The online search showed that it was at Targhetto, not our usual target, but one just a mile or so further, that's older and not near as nice. She packs up the kiddo to give me some free time to hop on the spin bike and do some stuff like bang out a blog. (that sounds dirty) Anyway, I intended to tell you how great this feature was, what a time and money saver. Most moms are like my wife, very little extra time on their hands. She was so impressed that she new exactly where to get it.
Of course, she gets there, out of stock. Leaves Targhetto, where my daughter wants to leave with SOMETHING. She's five after all.... since she's out and about and on a mission they also swing by our usual Target...out of stock too. She... and now me... are not so happy. You know how marriage is...she no happy, me no happy.
Point is... all the technology in the world can do more harm than good if it doesn't work properly. We'll never trust this online feature again and I'm guessing she might widen her search to other online retailers if she feels like she has to pay the shipping and wait anyway.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Of course I immediately thought of Jon Benet Ramsey in her pageant makeup. Why do these dance studios do this to these little girls? Women can blame magazines, models, media and men all they want, but I am witnessing that this over the top appearance problem is coming straight from women
This upcoming dance recital would be just the same if the little girls didn't have on all this makeup. Why do they do this? It really bums me out. I know that my daughter is enjoying this...so I want to be supportive, but they could have left the hooker makeup out!
We finally got the makeup washed off and she and I went out for sushi tonight. She was so wonderful and so fun to be around. She did look so grown up. I had to stop a couple times and take in the moment. It literally paused for a couple moments tonight and was brought to tears over how grown up she looks and acts. I'm not ready to see this little todler go, but it's happening right in front on my eyes.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Season one was pretty amazing. Even the jerk characters have grown on me like Christina and Alex.
Does George ever quit acting like such a doofus? He's such a quirky, nervous, immature dork that I'm just not buying that he's a doctor.
Knowing from the tabloids that George and Dr. Burke have been written off the show for their off air issues, I don't care. I don't think they will be missed unless they really stepped it up in seasons two and three.
Why didn't you tell me that we get to see Izzy and Merideth in their underwear so often, I would have started watching this a long time ago.
I'll start season two this week. 27 episodes!
Saturday, June 2, 2007
The cool thing is that I got to work with a hipster photographer for some shots just for my article. His name is Dustin Downing and he was great to work with.
The Austin American Stateman just did a big writeup on him on Thursday. If you have a second, check this out and you can see some of his photographs as well. Check out that article here:
or check out his website here:
On a lighter note. Raleigh rode her bike with me on the hike and bike trail for the foray time sans training wheels. She did a great job dodging joggers and had a blast. She was a bit nervous about riding before the start. So proud of her.