Monday, March 31, 2008
They were stunning. They were beautiful. They were really, frigg'n cool.
Even on the drive up we were questioning our sanity. Why are we driving to see trees. We have so much stuff to get done before our two weeks apart (more on that on Tuesday). We are going to miss church Sunday morning. Neither one of us should spend the cash.
Every excuse we thought of, went rushing out the window after just five minutes around the water. The pink and white blossoms with the monuments in the background were, quite simply, amazing. It was a little cold (yea, I know, there I go with the weather again), but we stopped and looked at trees up close and at a distance, then we stood in awe.
Sure, it was crowded, like crazy crowded. Picture Disneyland on a 80 degree Saturday in June crowded, but I would so do it again.
On the way up we stopped at the Principle Art Gallery in Alexandria, VA. They are the dealer for one of our favorite artists, GC Myers. It was so cool to finally make it in there and see all of the Myers paintings that we have really only seen on-line.
Did you hear the news? The baseball season is underway. I might have taken 1/2 a day off from work today to sit in front of the TV and watch baseball. Does that make me sick?
Just in case anyone is keeping track (I am, so that is why it is here)...here are my picks for the season:
AL East - Boston
AL Central - Cleveland
AL West - Seattle
AL Wildcard - Detroit
NL East - Philadelphia
NL Central - Chicago
NL West - Arizona
NL Wildcard - New York Mets
Have a great March 31st...Birds are chirping, Baseballs are flying, and Bogart in P-Towne is checking in as happy!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
I think I complain about the weather too much.
Another reason to be happy I am on the East Coast right now is that the Cherry Blossoms are blooming. Claire and I are driving up to Washington D.C. this weekend to see them. My grandmother has been talking about seeing the Japanese Cherry Blossoms for years, so I am going to take her advice and go.
We are going to drive up on Saturday afternoon and check them out. It is so cool that I am driving distance to the capital. I can't wait to see Lincoln, Jefferson, and the like.
Some days it is very good to have majored in history in college!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Last week I dozed off...
Claire poked me "Bogart..."
"Huh, what...hey Claire, how's the oxygen out there?"
Poop and Boogies knows what I am talking about.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Claire called after her group..."Want to hang out?" "Sure", I said.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
But please don't think that I am not 100% guy...I play sports, eat steak, and drink scotch. I scratch, burp, and have been known to occasionally sit on a barking spider. I pee standing up, have written my name in the snow, and smoke the occasional cigar. I have been in fights, been bloodied in a fight, and bloodied someone else. I think chocolate is just another sweet, I feel uncomfortable getting flowers, and I snore. I like to drive fast, play poker, and I have been known to growl. I watch the 3 Stooges, Monty Python, and the History Channel. I like pretty girls, power tools, and sand paper. I read the Wall Street Journal, I vote, and I pray. I take my hat off during the national anthem, tear up on the 4th of July, and thank every military person I can. I have often been told that I am a lot like Zach Morris.
So, with all that admitted, I feel a little more comfortable sharing the following...
Cruising around the few blogs that I read (only a couple are everyday stops, but there are a handful that I visit occasionally) there have been some posts about batting for the other side.
You know what that means right? Ummm, no? Hmmmm, how to explain on this family blog...
Switching teams, swinging the other way, moving camps, etc. Still don't know what I am talking about? How about I try another tact.
Anyone who says they have never appreciated someone with the same parts is lying.
Yes, Sarah, Kyle is lying to you right now. He has a man crush. We all do. Yes, even you Neil...and KP, stop trying to deny it, I have seen you in a moment of weakness.
They may not be real feelings, but their is a certain, ahem, appreciation every man has for at least one other that might end up next to them in the pee trough...
So, without further adieu, my man crushes...
Robert Downey, Jr.
No, I would not really shake the other way, but I will admit that I "appreciate" those three.
I really don't know why I felt the need to share that.
No mom...stop worrying. Not really. It is simply an appreciation for beauty. No, really mom, please stop crying. Here's a tissue.
Janet, I really am normal...mostly. Please don't make Claire break up with me!
As long as I am at it, I thought I should pass along this little number...only go there if you are a woman older than 50 or you promise to watch the whole thing...yes, all 4 mins of it. If you are not a female older than 50 or you can't commit to watching the whole thing, then please don't go. Hat Tip to Wonderful World of Weiners...thanks Hallie.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
This past weekend was my annual trip to Phoenix for Spring Training. I have been doing it since I was a kid and this is the 6th year in a row that I have done it with Teddy and Steve.
We saw two games in Peoria, where the Padres and Mariners train, and one game in Surprise where the Royals and Rangers train. We saw major and minor league games, practices, and players...It was great.
Heck yes we are excited about next year!---------------
Time to start backing off these trips for a while. The travel has just gotten to be too much and I need to spend a bit more time at home. Yes, we are going to New Orleans/Baton Rouge this weekend (A Baptism and Easter), but that should be it for a while.
My nephew just started to smile...I am not sure what is up with his hair. Hey Esther, couldn't you slick it down or something? I know that some spikes are in fashion (just look at JP), but I don't know if that will get the ladies.
My Goddaughter, all of 5 years old, has found out that kissing is cool. Chasing boys around the school yard and kissing them...she apparently has a special fondness for a boy named Luke because she "Loves him". Is it a good thing to want to have a conversation with a 5 year old boy about how much my Goddaughter means to me and that if he makes her cry that I will make him cry? Just wonder'n.
As many of you know, I am a political junkie...baseball, family, God, politics...these are the things that I get super excited about. Sometimes too much...But right now I am in 7th heaven...an election year, a contentious race, and historical people involved. It is so great.
I don't often write about politics on this blog, I don't know that it is the right place, but I thought a very interesting point was brought up yesterday in the Wall Street Journal. They quoted a blog (that I now can't find, but will keep working on it) written by an Obama campaign supporter. The basic question regarding his pastor was this: Mr. Obama, can you explain how you can say you did not know about the comments your pastor made just 5 days after the 9/11 attacks? Either they were very common comments, not at all unusual in this church that you have been a member of for 20 years and people were not shocked by them or you are lying. If they were unusual, don't you think there might have been enough shock that at least one of the parisioners would have called the sitting Illinois senator and told him about the comments? 'Hey Barack, did you hear what pastor said this weekend? Can you believe it?'
I think it is a legitimate question that will be addressed in Phily today.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
For the last 6 years, me and my buddies Steve and Teddy (we had another friend J join us last year...the one in the orange shirt...but his wife is about to birth a child, so he could not get a permission slip to come and play) meet up on Phoenix and go to Spring Training. It is there that the transformation is complete...we go from 30-something, responsible adults to 10-year old kids who can enjoy an adult libation.
Scary, I know.
We chase foul balls like they are lined with diamonds...Teddy has even been known to push people over and poke little kids in the eye to get at one...
We beg and plead for autographs. We glare, point, and gawk at other 30-something year-old men that throw, catch and hit a round ball for a living.
We eat cotton candy, chipwhich, and red vines.
We talk baseball, baseball, and even more baseball.
We reminisce about the time we sat next to Buck O'Neil, chatted with Miguel "Miggy" Tejada, had doughnuts with Mark "Mud" Grant, peed next to Donavan McNabb, and got radar gun readings from Kevin Towers.
We work on our heckling (Even fans need to train!)
We laugh, a lot...we eat, a lot...we even mess up hotel room toilets, a lot...well, at least Teddy does!
All-in-all it is 4 of my favorite days of any year...I think I look forward to this trip as much as I do anything...and today is the day I leave. Oh yea!!!
This year we are mixing in a little golf...this will be the first time we are able to work that into the schedule. You know there will be money riding on that! Yes, I plan on winning all of it...see, while Steve throws a better fastball and curveball than me, I whoop him on the golf course...and Teddy, well, he can usually beat me at Trivial Pursuit, but on the golf course I'm his daddy.
For you enjoyment...and mine...I give you one of the best stand up routines of all time...
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
We did find time to eat during the 2 hours we were trying every red grape ever made into wine. Claire had a cheese plate (which, even for a non-cheese eater like me) was really figg'n good...I had the bruschetta. It was unlike any bruschetta I ever had, it was based around artichokes rather than tomatoes. Fantastic. The balsamic rocked, the diced onions and tomatoes worked well and we both really enjoyed it. Looking forward to going back again!
How do you pronounce "bruschetta"? Is it like I have always heard and said "bru-shet-a" or is it like the big head girl on food network says it "bru-sket-a"?
And even if it pronounced like it has a "K" in the middle, do I really want to say it that way? Kinda sounds pompous...
*In my most condescending voice*..."No, no, no darling, not brusheta, but brusketa, with a K...You would not want to sound uncouth at the club, would you? Oh, and tell Buffy to clean up this mess. I dripped our 100 year old balsamic on Grandmothers lace table cloth."
Got into a discussion about this whole Elliot Spitzer mess. Claire and I had a lot of questions and thoughts...here are 10 of them...
1. How can you do that to your wife? Not just the cheating, but rather the bringing her on stage while you apologize. I know, I know you want to show that she is standing by you and supporting you despite what a scumbag you have been, but doesn't that just humiliate her even further?
2. How can someone sleep with a hooker for the better part of 10 years and the wife not have any idea? If she knew, is she complicit in this?
3. How can you afford to pay $5000 per hour to sleep with a hooker?
4. How do you become a $5000 per hour hooker? Does the pimp say "man, this one has talent. I need to call the major league club and let them know"? Is there a minor league and major league division in the hook'n business?
5. I know that Gov. Spitzer made some enemies on Wall Street, but how tacky was it that the trading floor stopped trading and cheered when the news broke. Seriously, that was weak.
6. Wouldn't it have been cheaper and better to just take on a mistress?
7. What is the cut for the "Pimp/Madam" on that $5k per hour?
8. I wonder if there is a sense of pride to be a hooker that charges that much. I remember being told that if you are going to be a criminal, be the high end kind...robbing a 7-11 may net you a couple hundred bucks, robbing a bank a few thousand, but white collar crime pays millions. Not to mention, when you are that good, the prison they send you to is not the "Don't Drop the Soap" variety, so in the end, you make so much more on the outside and you can play tennis on the inside. It is a win-win...if you want to live a life of crime. ;-)
9. It is fascinating that this whole thing might affect the outcome of the presidential race...Gov. Spitzer is a Super Delegate that has pledged his vote to Hillary...if he steps down, that vote opens back up...crazy.
10. The tragedy of this whole mess is the Spitzer's 3 daughters. I feel bad for the wife, but how awful for the kids. I don't even know what could possibly being going through their heads right now and how this will affect them for the rest of their lives, but make no mistake, those kids will feel the effects until the day they die.
Read an interesting quote yesterday and I thought I would share..."Being liked does not mean you will do well. But doing well does mean you will, over time, be liked."
Made the mistake of getting on a scale today...I had not been running or exercising much the last couple of weeks...couple that with the amount of travel Claire and I have been doing where we are eating 250lbs of crawfish, buffets in Vegas, sipping wine and pina coladas, and having crazy good beef and gravy sandwiches, and I have tacked on a full 5lb's. I did not really notice until I jogged 2 miles yesterday and felt myself jiggle.
I don't know if that has ever happened to you, but when you are less than 45 years old and you jiggle when you run, it might be time to push away from the buffet...
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
I got a lesson in cooking later that afternoon from Tom and Jim...well, really Jim did all the teaching and Tom pointed stuff out...
After our little tift, that crawfish went into the pot...
Crawfish at this South Louisiana party get served in a wheel barrel. How cool is that?
We pulled out the best china for the food!
The Pina Colada machine got a lot of use...
Here are our hosts...Jim (Thanks for teach me all this!) and Sally (Sorry you almost died!)...
There seems to be much concern about the dance competition I have joined in May. I appreciate all the moves that you suggested. Many of them are in my repertoire. I plan on having the best moves perfected and will show South Louisiana how a Cali boy in P-Towne rolls.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
I rent a car. A Chevy Cobalt...white with a tail fin...and while you are at it, why don't you throw in the Garmin for the day. So I don't get lost...
I wake up early, jump in my White Cobalt and start driving. Through Canada...through the border...cruising along, wind in my hair, enjoying the drive. I had Golden Earring pumping through the radio. I am singing at the top of my lungs. I had the road to myself. Pedal to the metal. Drumming on the steering wheel. Cruising...
COP, COP, COP...my brain screams. I look down at the speedometer...155...OH NO. One Hundred and Fifty Five...Crap. This car should have broken apart. Chevy's don't go that fast. Oh no. I am going to jail. It is all over. My political career, over. My reputation, over. My weekend, over.
Oh wait...Kilometers per hour...155 KPH. This car is Canadian. Whew...155kph is not that fast, is it?
The way that cop peeled out said that it was...I quickly did the math in my head...155kph...carry the 1...95mph. Yes, Ninety-Five Miles Per Hour, or so...frick, frick, double frick.
"Sir, please step out of the car and put your hands on the hood."
Uh oh. This is not normal. I have been pulled over before. Maybe a couple times (shhh, don't tell my mom). I have never been asked to step out of the car before. Did he just say put my hands on the hood. This is not good.
"Wait" he says just as I got my left leg out of the car. "What is that?"
I had a red rose...a single red rose sitting in a water bottle. You know, for the lady. He was asking about the rose. I start telling him my story.
"Get back in the car."
Who am I to question authority?
I finished my story and he looked at me with pursed lips and questioning eyes.
"Do you have any idea how fast you were going?"
"Well, I know I was speeding, but I really don't know how fast, you see the speedometer is in KPH and I am just a simply country boy."
"You are from San Diego, not a country boy. You are driving a car with Canadian plates in New York. There is something wrong with this picture, son. Wait here."
So I waited, and waited, and waited...and then I waited some more. What is he doing back there? Is he playing solitaire on the computer? Man, I must really be in some trouble.
He comes back to the car, this time without his hand on his holstered weapon..."Mr. Bogart, today is your lucky day. You see, normally I would be hauling you in front of the judge. I clocked you at 95 MPH. That means I should arrest you, tow your car, and take you to the court room, but...but I like your speedometer excuse and I don't want this beautiful lady sitting at the airport all alone. That would be irresponsible. So, here is your ticket. It says 92mph. That is a big ticket. It will be a big fine. Make sure you pay it. And you have another 80 miles or so. There are cops, just like me, at exit 142, 181, and 202. Keep it under 130kph and they won't bother you. Have a great weekend. Drive safely and I hope she is worth it."
"Thank you officer, I really appre..."
"Don't thank me," he replied "it makes me feel dirty."
You can read Part 1 here...
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
Heaven... I'm in heaven,