A bonified California Snob

Where were your business meetings today?

This is what happens when you live in Clovis...

This is definitely coming out on his first date.

A really good night...

And it had nothing to do with the fact that "No Country..." won for best picture and director although I was glad that the academy finally agreed with ME for once; who in their right mind would pick, "Shakespeare in Love" over "Saving Private Ryan" please.

I digress, and a bitter rant over the failings of a finicky elite does not bode well against such a splendid evening as we enjoyed tonight. First, my good friend and his wife came over so us bros could bottle my homemade brew (only one more week to go) and the Gals could catch up. Shortly before they arrived however, I found a packet of active dry yeast in my pantry and became immediately inspired. Having just seen the Good Eats episode on pretzel making I knew this was divine inspiration.

Before long and without much planning we found ourselves in the middle of a great night. The pretzels were great and everyone got to make their own, my wife made an awesome stew, and the beer transfer seems to have been a success (only time will tell now). Good people, good food, and a good time, that was the best recipe of the whole evening.

Better than the Beer post...

I suppose I have been on a bit of a winning streak lately; Beer on demand, Marriage conferences that don't tell men that they are wrong and evil, and the newly present ability to blog from my phone. Well whatever has transpired previously pales in comparison to the paternal joy that I found in a game of football with my four year old son this afternoon.

It started out very shaky ground this morning when we first set out. Him not being the most athletically interested (although very gifted) and me not being the most patient of persons it was an odd pairing at best despite our relation. After a number of failed attempts we left with not much progress having been made in either the passing or throwing departments, it was better but not by much.

Then something miraculous happened after nap time!

God made his face to shine upon us and before I knew it we were playing football, or as my son likes to say, "hut, hut, hike!" Passes were caught and successfully thrown, in fact my son launched a pass as far as twenty feet (he made sure I counted) and started running routes and making the catches. I felt a deep contentment and was quite satisfied before the best moment was yet to come...

We walked away from the field as the sun had set and I felt a small four year old hand slip into mine and heard the words, "Dad you are my best, best, good...favorite...Dad, Dad."

You can now be jealous.

At a Conference...

We are at a marriage conference at my church. It is really good because this guy actually sticks up for the Bros in the audience and doesn't just bash them. I look forward to putting this into practice. BTW the name of the conference is Love and Respect.

Best Valentines Day Ever!!!

Well in case you weren't aware of the fact that I had the best wife in the world let me tell what happened very recently. My awesome wife purchased the best gift a man could ever ask for. A home brew kit! Finally I am the master of all that I survey, and man with no formidable foe, no enemy left to vanquish. This is a time of manifest destiny.

So what did your woman get you?

PS-Party at my house in two and a half weeks (that is how long it will take)
PS PS- I did get my wife some awesome gifts(Season passes to Disneyland, and a chair from Cost Plus) as well in case you thought I was being chauvinist.

My latest business venture...

My latest entrepreneurial endeavor involves a bunch of VW Beetles and an electric conversion. Thats right we are making electric cars! Get your name on the waiting list soon and before it is too late.

Beginning of a new era

This is a test post from my new phone lets see how it works.

Child birth has nothin on me!!!

I had my first ever stay in the ER about two weeks ago, which has been the reason for the absence of activity on this site. It all started when I was in line with my family for the Finding Nemo submarine adventure at Disneyland (yes we got our annual passes), I noticed a faint nagging pain in the lower part of my stomach that had refused to go away even after several coaxing attempts in various restrooms throughout the park. The pain continued to escalate to the point that I asked my wife if we could leave the park early and head home (we had already spent the last day and a half there). On the way home what started as a slight pain blew up into what I firmly consider God's Holy Wrath on my intestinal system.

We get into the car and my wife drives like mad. It took us a little more than three hours to get from Anaheim to Fresno, to give you an idea. All along the way we are calling anyone and everyone we know that has any medical background to diagnose what has to be a demon forming inside of me. We also coordinated a parental pickup of our son so that I could be ushered directly to the ER with no additional stopping.

If I had thought that the drive home was long then I was wholly unprepared for what was in store for me in the ER; Six and a half hours of sitting in a chair watching bad (I mean really bad) television and watching everyone get seen before me. Finally when Julie bugged the triage nurse a third time they put me into a room and I prepared for the worst.

it is now 1:30 am and they set up an IV and start pumping some painkillers into my system. Then I go for and X-ray, CT scan, and three doctors come by to poke at my sore spot (not fun). About two hours later we get the diagnosis:

Diverticulitis

If you haven't heard of it that is probably because you are under the age of 60. Yes that is correct I now have an old man condition. I always thought I was a bit mature for my age but this is a little extreme. So far I have gotten advice from a my wife's grandparents and a couple of their ilk. The only token I have beside some looming medical expenditure is that fact that several sources (including mothers) have confirmed that Diverticulitis is more painful than child birth.

Lucky me.