The Holiday's Begin

The world became a happier place today.

As I was perusing my local Food Lion for shredded cheese, dishwasher detergent, and the most recent issue of Teen People, I was stopped in my tracks by the most tasty thing I have seen since I left the land of fruits and nuts...

This little bit of heaven was just sitting there, calling my name. Yes, it is Coffee-Mate Peppermint Mocha. A small tear just fell as I wrote that.


Have you ever wanted to taste perfection?

Just brew your favorite cup of java...preferably with a french press, but a drip machine will work fine...add in Peppermint Mocha Coffee-Mate (yet another tear) and just feel your taste buds flutter.

It is only available in the fall/winter and that is such a shame. I have known people that buy this stuff by the case full and freeze it, just so they can have it year round. I have not been one of "those" people, but I may graduate to that level of devotion without proper guidance and restraint.

Coffee-Mate made my heart leap today. Just thought I should share.


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GO SOX!

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*This post originally ran October 25, 2007, but it is no less true today...Today, I woke up with the greatness described above*

My Dojo

I run a dojo.

In my spare time.

I am good at it.

We do things like play with sticks (we call them weapons), throw stuff at other ninjas (we call it assassination attempts), and kick stuff (we call it practicing ninja technique).

Since it takes money to run a dojo, we pool our resources together to buy parking lots and fast food joints. I mean, a ninja's got to live.

I have some good ninjas that work for me. Ninja Beth is a level 9 Ninja. She focuses on defense techniques and having large amounts of energy. Ninja Derek is a level 5 Ninja. His specialty is stamina and weapons. Ninja Steve, well, frankly he is a drag on our organization, but he is trying. Picture Beverly Hills Ninja only skinny and less funny.

Me? Well, I am the master of the dojo...I am a level 13 Ninja...although my testing should allow me to get to level 14 this afternoon. My specialties include killing other ninjas and infiltrating terrorist organizations. I am a whiz with the 3-Sectioned whip, poisoned darts and Oak Nunchuku. I have a very well run dojo and my ninjas respect my ability.

I am a Ninja...You will respect me.

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As much as I can't figure out why I use Facebook, some of the app's are great...My "Way of the Ninja" applet rocks...

Fighting Jack

One of Claire's best friends has a son named Jack...and I think Jack is in love with Claire. Why? Check out the following exchange:

Mom: Jack, guess what...Claire is getting married!

Jack: NO.

Mom: Oh Jack, you love Claire and she is very happy. She is marrying Bogart...

Jack: NO!

Mom: C'mon Jack, you like Bogart. He is that really nice, cool, sweet, good-looking, amazing, smooth, handsome, strong, charming, gentle, fantastic man that you had so much fun playing with. (*Their may or may not have been additional words put in for the reader's understanding*)

Jack: NO!!! She can't marry him.

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So, I publicly issue this offer...Hey Jack. If you want to knuckle up, we can meet outside of your house and winner gets Claire...What do you say? Hmmmmmm?

And no, your mom cannot help you...She scares me! :-)

Big Weekend Review

Claire's weekend got started off early with her big promotion last Friday.

She got a cool date on Friday night (she bought of course...she's my sugar momma!) including a nice boat ride and a Thai dinner.

Saturday we went to the Virginia State Fair. We ate all kinds of fried things including Fried Soda...Coke, Root Beer and Orange Crush...fresh fried pork rinds...is eating deep fried skin gross?...and a corndog.

We even saw one of the most disgustingly beautiful things ever...EVER! Pork Parfait.

We saw wonderful people and, when Claire had the camera, animals. On the way back to P-Towne we saw Burn After Reading (not a good Cohen Bro's movie. Slow moving and not really good.) and ate a little Cajun Chicken pasta at Kincaids. It was nice to have a real meal after a day of feasting on deep fried things.

Sunday = Church, 5-mile run and dinner at a friends.

Oh yea, on Saturday morning, she said yes.

Political Career...Over

I have always thought that being a congressman would be cool. Since I was a kid I have kept the idea of running for public office in the back of my mind.

I enjoy politics and spend a lot of time making sure I am educated on issues. I have well reasoned opinions and regularly take stock of where I am in life, with an eye on a potential future run.

To that end, I have always made sure that I kept no skeletons in the closet, always tried to act honorably and never do anything that would jeopardize that potential goal.

When I was younger I decided that I would never have pictures of me in ANY type of compromising position...sure, I am a goofball and there are plenty of pictures of me goofing around, but compromising? Nah...

When I made that vow to myself, I included the vow that I would never have a picture taken of me drinking alcohol. I don't know why I made that vow, but I did and I have followed it very closely.

Sure, I drink wine and scotch. I have known many a tequila and have a tough time turning down an occasional drink with an umbrella...but no pictures please.

That dream died 2 weeks ago. Dead.

It was murdered by the United Way.

Claire and I volunteered for a fundraiser that the Young Leaders Society was throwing at Virginia Beach. We were put into the beer/wine tent and told to serve patrons 1 drink in exchange for 1 ticket. For an hour I was pouring beers, passing out wine and generally making merry.

Suddenly I realized that the photographer was snapping away as I was drawing the tap...holding beers...sampling wine.

My dreams of no alcohol pictures is dead.

I just hope the American people can forgive me. *Grin*

A Great Day for Claire!

Claire started her job about a year and 1/2 ago...she was promoted in 3 months, then promoted again 6 months later.

This past March, her boss left the company and she started picking up the slack. She worked very hard and clearly produced amazingly good results.

This morning was her review. It went well. Very well.

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Claire's old boss had an office in the executive suite. All the execs at her company are in a separate corner of the building, with glass offices, noise cancelling technology and a little kitchen. When he left, it was the first exec office to open up in years. There was only one available.

Claire has been mentioning that maybe it would make sense for her to move over there since her job is an executive job and she has to spend a lot of time going back and forth from her side of the building into the exec's side for approvals, discussions and getting her job done. The back and forth does take a lot of time during the day and she is not always part of the impromptu discussions that would allow her to have advantages in the marketplace. The execs were having none of it. She already had a nice office with a little view. There was no reason to move her in there. She is not senior enough. She held on to the hope that she might get moved in there sometime.

Two days ago, someone started to move some boxes into the empty exec office. Claire was not going to get it. She did not know who was moving in, but it was clear that the office had been assigned...and it was not her. She was very sad.

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Her review, as I mentioned, went very well...

First, they promoted her from "AVP" to VP...that little "A" getting dropped was a HUGE jump in her company. Making her an official executive at the company.

Second, she can now be my sugar momma...in the way that I have become accustomed.

Third, she got the last office in the executive suite. Her boss moved some boxes in there this week to deek her. I love him. He cracks me up.

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CONGRATULATIONS CLAIRE!!! I am so happy for you! I love you!
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Wanna be my sugar momma?

Changing the World, One Idea at a Time

I really don't know what to say about this headline:

PETA Urges Ben & Jerry's To Use Human Milk
Group Says Move Would Help Humans, Cows

I really am flummoxed...especially after reading the letter (Clink on the link above to see it).

Any thoughts?

Would you buy any of the following flavors?

Colostrum Cream
Berry Boobie
Vanilla with Real Human Milk

Is there a flavor you think Ben and Jerry might consider making with Human Breast Milk?

Traning

Claire and I are running for the Goofy Race and a Half Challenge in January. It is requiring a run on Tuesday's, Wednesday's, Thursday's and Saturday's. Each week our mileage is to go up with Saturday's being the long runs. This training program worked well for Claire and me last fall so we thought we would do it again.


The problem is coming in that our time this fall is a little more "spoken for" and the running during the week is getting difficult. As the mileage grows, the commitment becomes bigger and becomes very difficult to complete before or after work.


Claire had mentioned this to a friend at work and she suggested splitting up the runs during the day. For example, if we have to run 6 miles on a Wednesday, we could do 3 during the day and 3 more in the evening, instead of all 6 at once.


I do understand that most of the training is about "getting in the mileage", but splitting up the runs like this does not seem to make much sense.

What do you think? Is it okay to split up the running during the day into smaller chunks or is it important to get the running in all at once?

A Time to Act

I consider myself good in a crisis. I buckle down, asses the problem and then act decisively. This "grace under pressure" has served me well in business and in everyday life.

While in San Diego, it caused a bit of an embarrassment.

The family was enjoying a day at the pool...mom and dad have a wonderful black bottom pool that we have enjoyed for 17 years...we have had swim parties, rung in the New Years with a "Polar Bear Swim" and even used it for raging games of 3-Flies Up, Marco Polo and Categories...this particular day found a good chunk of the family horsing around and getting some sun.

My sister Esther decided she needed to snap some pictures to document the day. She ran inside, grabbed the camera and proceeded to sit on the side of the pool snapping away.

At one point, her husband and I were swimming in the deep-end, splashing and making merry. Esther says to her husband "Hey Brock, take a picture of Claire and me." She then threw the camera in the air, towards her husband, IN THE POOL!

It was like slow-mo...I yelled "Noooooooooooooooooooo" and watched as the camera fell 2 feet short of Brock, splashing and sinking to the bottom of the pool.

I looked at her, confirmed it was the camera that just hit the water and made a Greg Louganis dive to the bottom of the pool....I grabbed the camera just as it was about to hit the bottom and raced to the top with the camera held above my head. I saw a problem, I assessed the situation and I acted. I just hoped that I acted fast enough to save the camera.

As I gently poked my sister about her terrible throw and her husband's inability to catch, they both started laughing..."Why are you laughing? I just risked my life to save your new camera."

"It is a waterproof, underwater camera."

Whoops...

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Luckily the egg on my face was washed off by the chlorine...see:

Ransom Money

My friend Stacey was recently with her mother on a trip...while there, she encountered a homeless man with the following sign:

"My family was kidnapped by Ninjas. Spare change will go towards the ransom money."

Changing My Life

So while in San Diego, Claire and I had a really good dinner with our great friends Steve and Stacey...after we ate, we waddled over to Cost Plus and meandered around.

During our time there, we found something crazy amazing. It is revolutionary. It is life altering. It is "like butt-ah"...

It is Bacon Chocolate.

Yes, you read that right. Bacon Chocolate. It is Mo's Bacon Bar.

The description says:

Breathe…engage your five senses, close your eyes and inhale deeply. Be in the present moment, notice the color of the chocolate, the glossy shine. Rub your thumb over the chocolate bar to release the aromas of smoked applewood bacon flirting with deep milk chocolate. Snap off just a tiny piece and place it in your mouth, let the lust of salt and sweet coat your tongue.

And I can't wait to eat it again!

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I have written about my love of Bacon before. Please don't doubt the depth of my love.

Foodies?

This weekend Claire and I were discussing our "foodie" mentality...trying to decide whether or not we would really be considered "Foodies"...here are our qualifications:

1. We appreciate good food.
2. We cook with "background flavors".
3. We critique food and how it is cooked, especially at higher end restaurants.
4. We ate Fois Gras in San Diego and it was one of the most amazing things we have ever tasted. We also know that we won't order it at many places because we can't be bothered unless it is going to be amazing.
5. We look down upon cooking with an electric stove (even though that is what I have in my apt).
6. I don't like to cook for people, I like to "create meals" for them.
7. Layering texture and flavor is not a foreign concept in my kitchen.
8. I don't like to buy fruits or veggie's from the regular grocery store.

Here are the reasons we are not sure we can hold that title:

1. We are very happy eating Chick Fil-a, Burger King and Costco...
2. We eat street food every chance we can.
3. I make dinners like Ritz Crackers with Pickles.
4. I may or may not be guilty of putting mayo on french fries.
5. Claire may or may not be guilty of putting mayo on her ramen noodles.
6. We eat mamwhich sloppy joes on cheap wheat bread (dinner on Sunday).
7. We get giddy over pot lucks.
8. We don't mind hospital food.

So what do you think? Are we foodies?

SoCal Pictures

Okay Mom...Alright Janet...here are some shots. You don't need to bug me anymore.

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The trip started off well, some time with my brother and his wonderful wife, having dinner and sharing a cigar...then up to spend a couple of days with the rest of the family. A few days later, I headed back to San Diego to celebrate a great birthday with this beauty...
My goddaughter Emma...or Squirt to me.

A couple of days in SD where Claire joined, then back up to the OC for some family time...
It is not often that we get all 6+spouses together, so we had to snap some Christmas shots.
And, of course, Claire and I had some camera time...cause dat's how we roll...

We got to celebrate the twins 25th birthday with all the kids/spouses, mom/dad, Gma, Uncle Mark/Armando, and Sabra's family (she is my brother's wife and comes from a great family)!

Again, Claire and I might have stolen away some shots, but as you can see, Claire does not shy away from being the center of attention...

Back to SD for some work and some fun...we got to spend the day at the Zoo with some of our best friends Derek and Katie....

We also had a fantastic evening of Mexican food, dessert and bonding with some of our other BFF's Steve and Stacey...did I really just say BFF's? Wow, I guess I am spending way too much time with my HS Volleyball team...

Anyway, that is about it for our trip...we did get an expensive meal in at my favorite restaurant, Pamplemousse Grille, and I am still salivating just thinking about it...

It is good to be back in my own bed...but I can't tell you how much I miss the fam and friends out there.

Home Sweet Home

Home is so nice.

I have been gone for the last 17 days and it is good to be back in my own bed.

What have I been doing? Well, I am glad you asked!

I was in San Diego (WOOOHOOO) for the better part of 2 weeks. I saw friends, more friends and even more friends. I ate Mexican food like it was about to be banned. I visited my old haunts and spent time with a lot of people that I really love.

I got to spend a couple of different stints with my family in SoCal. Sitting by the pool, going to movies, eating way too much and just generally having fun...sorta like college.

Claire was able to join me for the 2nd week of the trip and she loved it down there and, I am happy to report, everyone who spent time with us loved her!

It was a great trip...I am glad to be home...now, I have mail and stuff to catch up on...including a few of my e-friend's blogs...

Will throw up some pics on Friday.

USS Helena

On Sunday, Claire and I got the opportunity to tour a nuclear submarine.

Our very good friend Derek serves on the USS Helena (seen at left) and he took us aboard the boat for a tour. It was soooo very cool. I had never been on a sub before and I am so impressed.

Not only is it a very impressive piece of technology, the fact that full grown men can operate in a space like that for as long as they do...wow.

Sure, I am a bit bigger than the average bloke (no, subs were not maid to accommodate guys who are 6'5), but even for men of smaller stature...let's call them petite...it is a claustrophobic nightmare.

Climbing into and out of the bunks, that may or may not be shared with someone else when you are not in there, is a feat worthy of any gymnast or circus performer. The bathrooms are the size of a small closet and the "work-out" area is as wide as my shoulders.

These guys lay it on the line every time they go out and I would be remiss to not mention how unbelievable it is that these guys do what they do to protect everyone of us.

Thanks Derek...and thanks to the guys that serve. You rock and stuff.

Kids Say the Darndest Things

There are some things that are just too much fun not to share.

Take a moment and check out what my niece has taken to saying over at her blog...

My Niece Votes

Checking in from San Diego

Claire's family were all evacuated late last week with the hurricane boring down on them. All were safe, but scattered...one sister ended up in Florida, one in northern LA, and the rest of the family went to Mississippi...it was a little scary there for a while, especially when they predicted it was going to be a Cat 4 or 5 and hit about 30 miles Southwest of New Orleans...right in Claire's hometown.

But thankfully, the storm broke up and did not cause much damage. So many prayers were answered.

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Spent a little time with my family this past week. Suntans, eating and catching up, what more could you ask for?

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My niece is at a fun stage. She is talking, is very animated and loves to tell stories.


She was playing with her Ernie doll and tossing it up in the air. At one point my sister tossed Ernie a little too high and he got stuck in the window sill. "Oh shoot" she exclaimed as she ran upstairs with the broom to knock it back down.

My niece tells the story this way...

"Mom"
"Ernie"
"Window"
"Oh Shoot"

Very expressive, laughing the entire time. It is hysterical.

I Learn...again

In keeping with my never ending thirst for knowledge, here is another installment of what I have recently learned:

1. Dollar Store dish soap is NOT worth $1. It stinks. Both literally and figuratively.

2. I am super frugal. I knew that I did not like to waste money, but I border on cheap. I won't throw out the stinky soap from the dollar store because I don't want to waste that buck I spent on it.

3. Don't ever show up your girlfriend in an area where she is clearly better than you (baking). There is no good in that.

4. Despite the full 2 weeks of coverage and it being over for some time now, my love of all things Olympics has not diminished since I was a kid...it may have even gotten stronger.

5. According to Snapple, a hummingbird's heart beats 1,400 a minute. Much faster than my 65 bpm.

Flowers Abound

Claire and I like to be members of things...we joined the Zoo a while back and earlier this month we joined the Norfolk Botanical Gardens.

I always thought of botanical gardens as sort of a large green house with lots of plants.

The Norfolk Gardens however, are not that...they are frigg'n huge with over 12 miles of trails and crazy plants throughout. There is a river than runs through it, big enough to kayak down.

Claire and I had such a good time checking it out. Here are some shots...

USS Harry S. Truman

The other day I was sitting on the couch and I was startled by the loud horn that went off outside my window...now, I am used to loud noises outside. I live right on the water, across from a shipyard and the downtown ferry toots its horn (one long, 3 short) every 30 minutes, but this horn shook the windows.

It is the USS Harry S. Truman all of 100 feet from my apartment. How cool is that?

Outer Banks, NC to San Diego

I love that a mild sunburn (think pink skin, not red) can turn into a tan.

I love that 36-hours removed from a full day at the beach means I look like I moved back to Cali.

I love that I at Carolina BBQ from a restaurant named "Pigman".

I love that I tried skim boarding for over 2 hours and never got a ride longer than about 3 seconds...but am not sore.

I love that most of the food I cooked this weekend turned out well.

I love the Orville and Wilbur Wright memorial. North Carolina did a great job!

I love that I am heading to the airport to board a plane destined for San Diego.

I love vacations.

SoCal...for 2 weeks. WooHoo!!

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The Break Up

Claire broke up with me last night...but I did not know about it.

She called her sister Sarah while I was out coaching volleyball.

She said that she was done with me.

Sarah pooped her pants in sadness.*

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What brought this on?

I baked cookies. I wanted some chocolate chip cookies, so I baked. I never bake. I generally dislike baking. Way too much measuring. Cooking is great, baking, not so much.

Apparently Claire really liked the cookies. So she was done with me.

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Sarah asked why and Claire told her that I was better at sports, cleaning and cooking. She said I was so much funnier than anyone* and that I clearly was the smarter one*.

The one thing she felt that she had over me was that she was a better baker than me.

Apparently my cookies tasted better, to her, than the cookies she has been baking.

She had enough of me.

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We did make up and she took me back.

Sarah changed her pants*.





*All starred items may or may not be a figment of my imagination, so it is safe to consider them completely made up.

NC Weekend

This past weekend Claire and I drove down to Charlotte, NC to visit our friend Teddy.


It was a great weekend. When we arrived on Friday and had a cool evening catching up and watching the Olympics.


On Saturday, Teddy cooked a rock'n breakfast of pancakes, jalapeno bacon and fresh OJ. After clearing our plates, we headed over to the US National Whitewater Center. It was great! We watched some people shooting the rapids on both kayaks and rafts and rented some kayaks to go out on the river ourselves. We explored tributaries, saw beautiful birds, talked to turtles and even saw boaters set up a volleyball net in the middle of the river and proceed to play.


We ended the day watching Olympics, eating some sweet pizza and hanging out.


On Sunday, Claire and I took off to explore the city and begin the 5 hour trek back to P-Towne. Teddy sent us to a great little restaurant in downtown, 300 East. Claire's breakfast was Banana Hazelnut Bellini's with Frangellico Honey Butter topping. I ate a corn waffle with cream cheese eggs and meaty chili on top. Crazy good.


The one problem that we had at the restaurant was telling the difference between the men's and women's bathrooms...they both had dogs on them. I actually had to ask one of the servers which one was the Men's Room...she said to "check the anatomy"...sure enough, a red rocket was easily visible on the male dog.

We then cruised the town, finding it lacking...it seemed to have little personality. So, we hit the road with the plan on stopping anywhere that looked interesting. And that is exactly what we did, finding a herd of wild elephants running around.





Claire was frigg'n brave, chasing them down...

The elephants took to Claire really well. They seemed to accept her as one of their own.

We were so excited about the animal siting, we decided to check out the North Carolina Zoo in Asheboro, NC. What a great place. It reminded me a lot of the Wild Animal Park in San Diego. We spent a few hours there for free since they have reciprocal benefits with the Norfolk Zoo.

While we were there, the zoo even hooked us up with some sweet outfits to work with the rhino's.

They even sent Claire out in the Zoo's chopper to track down the escaped herd of elephants that were running around downtown Asheboro.

After she successfully rounded up the group (she had already developed a good relationship with them) we cruised up to Raleigh, searching for some Carolina BBQ. 1 restaurant was closed and 2 others were out of business, so we ate at the next place we saw, a biker bar. That food turned out great and we headed back.

It was a great weekend. Next stop, the Outer Banks, North Carolina this Friday. WooHoo!

Moron

If you have not seen this video, you really need to watch it.

I have been known to be a little stupid. Going a little too fast on skis, maybe driving a little quicker than I should and generally finding ways to push the limit of my skills/abilities.

But this guy is a moron.

Flat out moron.

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I even want to kite surf...it is on the list of things to do soon...but doing it in a hurricane/tropical storm?

Moron.

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Pictures and a weekend update will be up on Wednesday.

Reliving History

On Tuesday evening, I was cooking up some hamburger. Tacos were on the menu for me that night.

As I was cooking the meat, warming the tortillas and cutting fresh vegetables, I made a sudden jump and bumped the spatula out of the meat pan. That movement shot out a small handful of meat onto the floor.

Instinctively I yelled "Sammy, c'mere girl".

Sammy was my black lab.

She has not lived with me since April of 2007. 17 months ago.

Funny how those things stick with you.

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Claire and I suffered through History of Violence last night. When it came out in the theaters back in "Ought-five", I really wanted to see it, but for one reason or another I did not. So, it came up on my netflix queue and we watched it.

Holy Crap it was bad. The acting...terrible. The editing...awful. The directing...brutal.

The sad part is that it has a great premise, but there nothing redeeming about this film.

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You would have thought with Viggo Mortensen coming off of the great role of Aragorn in the Lord of the Rings trilogy, he could have come up something much stronger.

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Yesterday afternoon, I snuck out and saw Tropic Thunder. The first 15 mins I really thought about walking out...the movie settled down after that and did provide some laughs. As usual, Robert Downey, Jr. was great!

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Claire and I are heading down to North Carolina this weekend to visit my good buddy Teddy. (If you have not had a chance to get a little nugget of wisdom about Teddy, click that link. One of my favorite stories about him.)

We are going to hang out with him on Friday night, all day Saturday and Saturday night.

On Sunday, we are going to explore Charlotte and make the trek back to P-Towne. Should be a great time!!

Get Behind Me Satan!!!

After my post on Wednesday last week, Claire's mom sent me the following joke:

The poor country pastor was livid when he confronted his wife with the receipt for a $250 dress she had bought.

"How could you do this!" he exclaimed.

"I don't know," she wailed, "I was standing in the store looking at the dress. Then I found myself trying it on.It was like the Devil was whispering to me, 'Gee, you look great in that dress. You should buy it.'"

"Well," the pastor persisted, "You know how to deal with him! Just tell him, "Get behind me, Satan!"

"I did," replied his wife, "but then he said 'It looks great from back here, too!'"

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Did y'all see Phelps and the rest of the 4x200 free relay team last night? Broke the previous WR by 5 seconds...amazing.

Oh yea, Phelps set an earlier record in the 200 Butterfly with leaky goggles...they were full of water the last 50 meters and he was essentially swimming blind.

He is a freak...in a good way.

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Women's Volleyball this morning had one of the best matches I have seen in a long time. If you are even a little bit of a Volleyball fan, you need to watch the replay of China v. Cuba...especially the 4th set.

Those women are crazy good!

Terrors

I am pretty sure that everyone dreams and at one point or another, everyone remembers a dream. I am guessing that most everyone has recurring dreams as well.

My recurring dreams have come in stages. I remember 3, all variations of the same theme.

When I was a kid I would routinely be chased by a Tyrannosaurus Rex around my neighborhood. I would run and make hard cuts around corners, unable to shake the dinosaur. I would finally find a storm drain, climb inside and would not be found by my foe. It came up from time to time, but nothing that ever worried me much. I was a kid and my hiding spot always worked!

By my teen years, I was usually escaping a house that was filled with violent robbers. They would be chasing me, but I could find secret passages and usually get away through a secret room that would have an escape hatch through the roof. Often, this house was the cabin my mom and pops had in Running Springs, CA. It was a huge house with a lot of rooms. When I ended up there in my dreams, my escape usually happened through the basement, under the secret passageway under the spa.

As an adult, the recurring dream has had me chased by spiders or having to fight to save my woman from abduction. The spider dreams suck, mainly because I usually end up jumping up and screaming, which wakes me up. The fighting dreams are interesting because I usually wake up after throwing punches and connecting with pillows or the bed. Full round-house punches.

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The point in sharing all of this is to try to figure out what the "happ's is". I had 6 months of night terrors back in 2000. I attributed this to a new habit of drinking a glass of water right before bed and then having a full bladder. The screaming dreams happened 3 or 4 times a week and were very disturbing. When I stopped drinking water right before bed, the dreams stopped.

They have happened from time-to-time since, but without any regularity.

Unfortunately, they seem to have returned. I have had some night terrors with an increasing frequency (2 or 3 a month) since early this year. The most recent one was terrifying. I woke up sweating, screaming and very disturbed. My heart was racing and I could not go back to sleep. It was very different than any other dream that I remember having and it has really shaken me.

Any tips on how to make these things stop? I can handle them if they are spiders or fighting kidnappers, but when they involve tragic happenings to the people I care about most...there is just no good in that.

Is 8 Hours of TV Too Much?

We have decided that pretty much all festivals are the same. Claire and I went to a local "Oceanfest" on Friday night and, while it was a fun little time, it was no different than any of the other 150 festivals we have gone to over the past few months. We often are even seeing the same food vendors and nick-nack sellers.

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Anyone watching the Olympics? The volleyball coverage has been great. I am really enjoying that...but were you awake enough last night to watch the 4x100 relay last night?

If you have not seen it yet, I won't spoil it, but I was yelling at the TV at 11:30 last night, pointing, hollering and rooting.

I love the Olympics!

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Speaking of the Olympics, if you have not had a chance to check out the opening ceremony's, you need to find video of it...pretty much any of it.

I am not usually one for all the pomp and circumstance that goes on at those things, but this Friday's ceremony was awesome. Simply awesome.

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Went to a surprise 40th birthday party for a friend of ours on Saturday night. Claire and I had a very good time celebrating with the birthday boy and 80 of his closest friends.

To say the surprise went off without a hitch would be an understatement. He had no idea that after a day of golf with his buddies, that the dinner and drinks that were to follow were going to include so many of his family and friends. How could he not know it was coming?

For one thing, his birthday is in the middle of November. Having the party a couple of months early usually helps in completing a successful surprise!

Fake Bogart

I don't know who this young woman is...I don't know why she thinks she can just use my name for her own purposes...I really don't know why I scanned this picture.

But I will not stand for the unauthorized use of my name in this manner.

That is all I have to say about that.

Evil in the Form of a Woman

I had a craving for Steak on Sunday, so after volleyball practice I headed to the local market.

I picked up my steak, a small package of chocolate chip cookies with no nuts and 2 boxes of Smacks (What? They were on sale!) and was walking towards the register.

It was then that it happened.

A young woman, dressed to impress, carrying a package of energy drinks, looked me up and down...I was wearing a very sweaty, bright orange t-shirt, gym shorts and some flip flops. It was clear that I was not "dressed to impress", but looking (and smelling) rather gross.

She walks next to me, puts her hand on my shoulder and says "you are a beautiful man."

Shell shocked, I smile, say thanks and left.

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Ladies, when you say something like that to a guy, what is the appropriate response?

A. "Thanks. I know I am beautiful. In fact, I am hot. No, not just sweaty hot, but really hot. Would you like to see me flex my calves?"

B. "Wow, you need to get your eyes checked."

C. "Get behind me Satan."

D. "I will make sure to pass that along to my parents. Clearly their genes matched well."

E. "I know. Claire tells me all the time. You know Claire. My girlfriend."

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Maybe I should ask a more pointed question...

"Claire, how would you like me to handle this type of situation in the future?"

Undercooked Lizards and Other Misc. Things

Babies.

I love them. They are so cute, so cuddly, so squishy.

Watching CBS Sunday morning this week and they did a story on how we view the wee-ones...specifically why we will lie and tell people their babies are cute when they actually look like undercooked lizards.

I have seen some amazingly goofy looking babies. Really, some of them needed to come out way earlier than they did (usually those look like they are really small 80-year olds) and others that seriously needed to cook longer.

Did I tell those parents? Nope. Sure didn't. I said they were "cute" or "great". Why? I don't know. I don't normally lie.

Obviously it is to save some feelings, but is that the right thing?

Isn't self-awareness a good thing?

One thing that Sunday Morning said was that the cuteness of a baby is directly related to those we are related to.

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Claire and I got to go see Crosby, Stills and Nash on Friday. It was a great time. Clearly their lifestyles have caught up with their bodies and voices, but they still harmonize decently well and put on a decent show.

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Thank you all for the kind words regarding Claire's good friend Sam. The family's website has some pictures of Sam and some very kind words. His wife has asked that in lieu of gifts or flowers, that money be donated to the American Cancer Society. I am thankful that Claire has the opportunity to spend the weekend with Kelly, their 2 kids and their family.

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Congratulations to Claire's sister Pamela. She bought her first place and moved in this weekend. From the pictures it looks like a sweet place and she is very excited. Claire's family spent part of the weekend scraping wall paper, moving furniture and bombing the potential for bugs...all sound like wonderful fun, eh!

All kidding aside, WAY TO GO PAMELA!

Sam

Last fall, Claire learned that one of her good friends, Sam, was having some medical issues. The problems baffled the doctors and he was bounced around from one specialist to another, from one hospital to another, from one town to another...nobody could figure out what was going wrong. (You can read his story here)


It took 10 months before they could come up with any type of solid diagnosis. It was a very rare form of cancer. By this point, Sam was having issues with his vision, his thought process, and had little to no strength. Sam was very sick.


At the beginning of July, the doctors decided to try radiation to attack the cancer. On July 18, after 1 full week of radiation, things were looking good. To quote the family journal:

"Today ends Sam's first full week of radiation. Everything is going fine, but he is extremely tired. He's put on a few more pounds and is up to 90 pounds now."

Radiation continued last week and there was hope for everyone involved. Unfortunately, by the end of week two, Sam started to get very sick again. On Monday this week, Sam was taken to the ER with respiratory distress. He was admitted with pneumonia. The family journal on Tuesday, July 29th reads:

"After multiple discussions with several of his doctors, I have agreed to honor Sam's wishes. We are currently seeking comfort measures only, and Sam will be moved to Bethany House (a residential hospice facility)in town later today."

Claire got word early this morning that Sam passed away.


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Sam and Claire were wonderful friends. He was a huge part of her life for most of college and after he got married to Kelly their friendship continued. Earlier this year, Claire was able to fly down and celebrate Kelly's birthday with her. She also got to spend some time visiting Sam in the hospital. A great time was had by all and Claire returned to Portsmouth very happy after spending the weekend with people that are so very important to her.


When I met Claire, I was told that there were a few friends that I had to meet. By the end of last year I had met each of them, except Sam and Kelly. We were going to fix that. We HAD to fix that.

Unfortunately, I never got that chance to meet Sam and I am very sad for that.


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Sam leaves a beautiful wife and two very young children behind. Please keep them in your prayers today.