Ice, Ice Baby

It's quite an amazing thing that at the age of 15 months, one can amuse oneself with nothing more than two paper cups and some ice. The fam went to a Ports game on Saturday and we managed to stay through the whole 9 innings. Which we didn't think we'd be able to do with two kids under 4, but when 9:40 rolled around and the game ended, we took two happy kids home, the best part is that they passed out about 5 minutes after we got into the van. (Yup the family minivan...so sporty). But one of the reasons that we were able to stay the entire game is that Little E was able to spend the last 3 innings taking ice out of one cup and putting it into another. Then moving it back. Occasionally she'd pick up the cup in the left cupholder and switch it with the cup in the right cupholder.

Tyler spent some time over in the kids zone on the inflatable jumpers and slides. My little brothers took him over there and found out that he knows how to wait his turn, but he doesn't prefer to. He jumped straight into the jumper and cut in the line for the slide. So both kids had a blast, the grown-ups got to see a good game. All in all, a beautiful night at the Port of Stockton.

Honestly, what sounds like more fun than that?
This is T going down the slide with my two brothers taking pictures of him with their phones. There's something about to much technology here, but I'm not sure what it is.

Ramblin' Man

My birthday weekend has come and gone, and though it wasn't an All-Star type bash, it was still plenty of fun. I was shocked by my parents when they got me an iPod, which is still cool just to hold and feel like I'm totally hip. Well, maybe I was until I said that. My lovely wife took me and my buddies to an A's game. They played the Angels and won, which was awesome. I don't know what it is, but it seems that since California is just a superior state, we don't really have another state to not get along with, so as a Northern Californian I hate LA. Now I know that that's in direct conflict with a certain Randy Newman tune, but it's just the way it is. If they didn't have Disneyland, I'd never go. And as an extension of that NorCal vs. SoCal rivalry, I don't like the Angels, or the Dodgers. Even though I've been to both stadiums to watch games. There's nothing quite like watching a Dodgers/Giants game while wearing an Oakland A's jersey. I didn't know who to root against more, but I had to side with the Giants eventually. Although, the Dodger Dog I had was making it hard. Man that thing was tasty.


But anyhoo, my brother and dad took me golfing at The Links at Bodega Harbour. It was a pretty nifty course, right along the ocean and plenty of houses to hit. We found out that at least one house had bulletproof glass when my dad hit a screamer directly into it. That was pretty nifty. My brother, eco-nut that he isn't crushed a ball out into the ocean from the 18th hole. And since we were playing around a protected marshland area, for the 16th and 17th holes, you had to get out of the cart that they made you drive, to walk the two holes. It was strange, and yet also really nice to be amongst the reeds and probably thousands of golf balls that had been hit into the water there.


So here I am 28 years later, and I still think I knew more when I was 18. At least, I was a better golfer then. But damn, at least I still gots the form...
Golf, the Pacific Ocean, family, good day. Except I left my sunglasses in the golf cart and my parents had to drive back up today to get them for me. But still good day.

Music fun for today = Don't Need Anything by Glen Phillips, you should all know who this guy is and if you don't know him by name, you probably know him from Toad the Wet Sprocket. Check it, Hear it, Love it.
Adios yo.