Magic 8 Ball: Will 2012 Bring me Clear Skin?

Outlook hazy. Ask again later.

Just tell me to hose myself, 8 ball. That’s all you really gotta say. Huh. It has been an amazing Christmas season. I’ve spent a lot of time with my little brother the last couple of days. He’s really a cool kid. Getting to that stage of being a young man in terms of mental maturity. Kid is as sharp as a tack. And a smarta** to boot. His Christmas this year was all airsoft gear, so I promised him we’d go to this indoor place in the area before everyone leaves to go back.

That’s what my next few hours are going to consist of. Now I can really tell people that I got shot with an airsoft rifle if they have the brass to ask about my face. Someone will before I leave. I know it. They always do. I get that they’re concerned, but if I haven’t scarred from these freaking face monsters to this point, I don’t think I’m going to. I just don’t have those kinds of zits. Just the ones that are here, then gone, then here again. Then gone.

Maybe getting shot by an airsoft BB will actually scare some of my pimples away. OK. That’s just stupid. I think I’m a little nervous about getting hammered this afternoon by my brother, and a bunch of other little kids. At least I’ve got my dad, cousin and GRANDPA joining in the action.

I’m taking the weekend away from the computer, so I’ll see you all and update you on the Airsoft extravaganza in 2012. Some big things happening, no doubt!

Boxing Day Flag Football is a Blast…Bet you Didn’t Know That

I love days like today. When what you think might happen isn’t even close to what actually happens. I woke up, looked in the mirror and literally said, “F*** you, zits. You’re refusing to leave, then you’re gonna have to party with me today.” No. I don’t condone that language, but sometimes it is just so powerful when you use it. For some reason, I get saucy when I’m over here. Remember the fight I got into with Maggie’s old dude back in the day? Summer before last? Geez, Louise. That was stupid. I think it’s my cousin. He just gets me fired up. So, it was him who called earlier today and said, “Wanna play some flag football?”

At first the idea didn’t really appeal to me, but then he mentioned that they had access to an indoor soccer facility that had been rented by one of his buddies, who I also know. I said no, then about 15 minutes later he called back and said that his buddy said, “Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me. I guess those PAC-12 pansies wouldn’t want to mix it up with us.” That was all it took. I didn’t know that it was a tradition of theirs. They call it the Christmas Hangover Bowl.

I accepted, then hollered at Maggie’s Uncle, who is still in his 30s and in most excellent shape. I wanted to see this beast strut.

So. Mag’s cousin and I show up together, and immediately we’ve put fear into everyone else who was there to play. While there were guys bigger than me there, I had height on most of them, and this was just a friendly game of flag. We had 12 guys, so we were able to throw a little 6 on 6. Maggie’s uncle and I went off. He was playing QB for us, and we just had instant chemistry. After our 3rd TD combo he told me that if I didn’t walk on next year that he would drive to Durango and drag me to the field. That was maybe the best Christmas season present I received. Everyone called me PAC-12 all day, and I let them know that what I did to them is what Oregon will do to Wisconsin. Then Maggie’s uncle refused to take me home for saying that. Seriously, I had to fetch another ride. He said we’d square up on the 2nd. Love this dude.

Merry Christmas!

It has been a dandy day. I sneaked myself away from the group for a few minutes. I believe I mentioned…my grandparent’s place is large…anyway, nobody will find me. I’m in the basement, and they’re all playing games upstairs. A variety of them, too. Some people shooting pool, playing chess, ladies playing cards and running the show. A few of the youngers in a room watching a movie… It has been a wonderful day.

I scored new snowboarding stuff, including new boots and a board. I bought my other one used, not knowing how I’d take to the activity, but considering where I’m living now, I’ll be riding as often as possible. Maggie is gonna use my old one. It’s a little big for her, but at that, it was a little small for me. So, maybe it’ll be perfect. She scored some new boots, too, from my mom and dad.

Last night was awesome with her family. She had an uncle who came over, and he used to play football for Wisconsin, so it was fun to chat with him about all things football related. He asked me why I stopped playing after I had an incredible beginning to a short-lived career. He thinks I need to walk on next year, and said I’ll regret it someday if I don’t. I think he might be right. Anyway, I love her family and I love her. Madly. I remember how nervous I was to meet her. How my face wasn’t cooperating – neither was the stomach, or general nervous system. Anyway, as soon as we met it was just easy. Never had any expectations, and the next thing we knew, we were just enjoying one another’s company…and will have been for two years in another 6 days. My family loves her…a lot of them just meeting her and her family for the first time.

So. My face. It’s as good as it’s gonna get for the Christmas season, I suppose.

Gotta roll. We’re off to catch Mission: Impossible – Ghost Protocol.

Merry Christmas! And have a wonderful Boxing Day.

It’s Time to Light the Old Yule Log

Ah yes. There is nothing like lighting the Yule Log. Please enjoy this as much as I do. Listen to it loudly. It is such a fantastic Christmas classic.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

I was chatting with my grandpa, who had never heard this. He’s like a little kid after hearing it. I thought he was going to pee himself he was laughing so hard. Now he’s walking around with his iPhone playing it over and over again. I think he’s trying to memorize it to perform it on Christmas Day. Such a cool guy. We were chatting about the sheer quantity of people who will be on here on Christmas, and he said, “Now you know why we have this house. I told your grandmother that I would never live in a place with more than two bedrooms unless she promised me big parties throughout the year. This will be the biggest and best Christmas yet.”

Doesn’t get better than that from a grandson’s perspective. I just know I need to be like this man when he’s gone someday, and I’m walking in his shoes. That having been said, I’m hopeful to have many more years in his presence. And I agree. I think it will be the biggest and best Christmas yet.


I remember when my little sis couldn’t say family. I know. I know. You thought I was making fun of Asian people whose first language is not English. No, no. If that were the case, I would have used something that possessed the letter L. It’s always good to have the whole family together. Such a great energy. I love this group of people, what can I say? I don’t know if I’ve mentioned in the past two years that we always do our Christmas presents on Christmas Day with everyone there… so literally, everyone brings all of their presents, and I’m telling you, you’ve never seen a stash like this. It’s quite absurd. There are probably 20-25 of us on any given year… plus presents… amazing.

Losing my other grandma earlier this month really got me to thinking about how special these occasions are. When I talk about them, I get that nobody can quite understand what I’m say. The sheer magnitude. AND, the coolest thing for me is that Maggie and her family are all joining us this year. Our parents have become pretty tight due to our relationship, and got each other presents this year, so they’re doing something with Mags Dad’s side of the family on Christmas Eve, which I’m joining for, and then they’re all coming to my grandparent’s place on Christmas morning.

We generally get together mid-morning, rap, play games, watch TV, sports, then have a nice brunch/lunch, lounge for awhile and open gifts. If I’ve offered all this info. before…I’ve just wasted 45 seconds of your time.

Every year someone says something about my complexion, and I snap at them, but I think with Mags being around this year, people will try to embarrass me in other ways. Not humiliate me. Just razz me. I’m looking forward to it.

No Snow Just Makes Winter…Cold.

I was really hoping for some significant snowfall while in Madison, but right now, it’s just cold. No white blanket, but wonderful kith and kin, and a tree that is most worthy of a Griswold family Christhmaths. Seriously, the tree at my grandparent’s house is ridiculous. I was the first person to see it, and my grandmother’s first words: “Do you think it’s too big?”

Nice to see you too, grandmother.

Anyway. It’s cold here. Not a lot going on. My cousin and I have been hanging out a bit, but I’ve honestly spent most of my time between my grandparent’s place and Maggie’s place. I’ve been here all of 36 hours, you know?

My face, you ask? My face? Never ask a woman her age or weight, and don’t ask me about my face. It’s fine. You know, it’s crazy. I am rapidly approaching the two year anniversary of beginning this blog, and dating Maggie. Two years. I can still remember the chair I was sitting in when I started writing all of these joyous gems. So many things have changed and yet, my zits remain…not the same…but they’re always around for the party. I’ll get to see my aunt tonight. The one who knows of this blog and has followed it for the last couple of years.

What’s next in year three? Honestly, I would hope for clearer skin. Not that I wanna stop writing about my visitors of the acne bacterial variety, but I think I’ve paid my dues. I’m seriously ready to move on. At present I’m just stoked because Derek Anderson left town and has never returned. Though he did leave some stuff in his rental house. That honestly may be one of the worst things about zits. Their residual nature. Just sucks.

OK. Enough. Time for a Choxie truffle!

Christmas Time is Here…

Finals: Complete. Bags: Packed. Girlfriend: Hot.

So. I mentioned a movie and celebration yesterday after Maggie’s final, but when I mentioned a hot shower, I thought of Trimble Hot Springs. Wait. Let me back up. I was going to take a hot shower, then I thought, “I should just take her to the hot springs,” which I did. As a surprise. And it was amazing. I mean amazing. There’s just something so enjoyable about being in the hot springs pools when the weather is like 20 degrees out, and the snow is falling. Come on! Definitely have to do that again. I can’t remember the last time I slept so good.

So. Yep. We’re getting geared up to head out. I’m working tonight, then we’re gonna drive down to Albuquerque tomorrow to fly out. We get into Madison fairly late, but it’s going to give me a few days with my grandparents before the rest of my family gets to town. I’ll also get to spend some time with Maggie’s family, and some of our mutual friends. My cousin is actually going to pick us up from the airport. He is no longer with Maggie’s best friend, but from what I understand, everything was amicable. I know he was totally cool with her being with some other dude that she met this fall, so I guess that’s how life works.

I’m looking forward to seeing everyone, and eating and watching bowl games and hopefully winning another Rose Bowl bet vs. Maggie this year. She’s far too loyal to the Badgers.

OK. I gotta put some tinted acne cream on my gaudy zits, and get to work!

Zits and Grades and Zitty Grades

I’ve got this one of my forehead right now from my Arizona Cardinals (how ’bout them Cardinals? Gonna mess around and at least play spoiler…) sock hat. Am I the only person who calls them sock hats? People here just call them hats. I think that’s what they wear year round, so what’s the difference, right? Anyway, that forehead job I give a B+. It is pretty stellar. Has a relatively defined form, nice protrusion from the skin level…decent circumference and a nice snow cap that is developing. The others are probably around a B average, so I suppose my zits are finishing their first college semester with about a 3.2 GPA. Personally, I wish they’d flunk out. Drink too much, stop studying, showing up for class and just disappear from the premises, but they’re persistent. I have to give them credit where due.

Me? A little better than the zits. I came in with an attitude to kick academic ass. That, I have done. It hasn’t been “easy” per se, but it has been anything but hard. I have done everything I’ve wanted to do this semester socially, worked at two different places, spent time with my girl, met new friends and if my finals went as well as I believe they did, I’ll be rolling straight across the board as good as it gets. The folks will be happy, and the grandparents will swell with pride.

Maggie has a beast of a final this afternoon, and she’s stressing, so I’m gonna take her out afterward. Catch a movie and celebrate the end of the first semester. I’m picking up some work tomorrow, then we’re rolling down to Albuquerque on Friday. Change in plans. We got a cheaper flight out of ABQ, so, one of our friends who lives there said we could just leave my car at his parents house, and snag it when we get back.

OK. Gonna enjoy a hot shower now. Mmmmmm. Actually, I just had an idea!

Oh. My. Gosh. The Snow.

When people told me it snowed here a lot during the winter, I expected what I usually see when I go to Madison, WI for the Christmas season…and there’s not always snow there…not in abundance. Well. There’s a considerable amount, but sweetness, this is amazing. It snows everyday here. Like inches. They get inches. Maggie and I are getting passes to Purgatory, and we plan to spend a lot of time on the slopes this winter. I guess there is some amazing back country skiing and snowboarding around her as well. Sure. That’s obvious. But, there is, and that’s something I have never done.

The beautiful, white blanket almost makes me forget about the trouble I’m having with my face. I’m just realizing how different the dry, winter air is here when compared to what we get in the Phoenix area. I’m becoming fascinated by what I suppose is meteorology? Pretty stoked about an Astronomy class next semester. And I have a short-story creative writing class which should be fun. Still don’t feel any closer to a major, but I’m able to grab these little classes here and there to try some stuff out.

Yes. I keep changing the subject from my face. I don’t know what’s wrong with it. I really don’t. I know that it sucks when you have zits like this and walk from class to class feeling like they’re frozen when you reach the next destination. Instead of killing that bacteria, the cold weather is preserving it. Certainly can’t get cold enough to kill anything. Though I wonder what effect frostbite would have on my zits?

Getting excited about break. Right around the corner. As in…4 days from now? For me, I’ve only got today, tomorrow and Wednesday. All my finals take place over the next three. I’ve already had one this morning, and I was feeling cold, so I came back to just stand in a hot shower for awhile. That’s probably not good for my skin either.

Shot by an Air Soft Rifle

I look like I’ve been hammered by an airsoft rifle. My face is struggling. I’ve had pretty bad bouts with acne before, but it has never been as stubborn as a whole, as it has this week. I don’t know what the deal is. Maybe the change in environments over the past couple of weeks. Arizona to altitude, dry air and all that stuff. I was reading about seasonal acne, and I wish I could say that I suffer from that, but mine is around pretty much all year. It gets like this…just wears me out.

I’ve gotta work tonight, and I really don’t care to be in the public eye when my face is looking like I’ve been pelted at close range with air soft BBs. Just not a fan. I can wear a hat at work, and at least it’s dark in there, but I don’t like wearing a hat. That just makes everything worse, and it hurts my head by the end of the night.

Self admittedly, I haven’t been taking very good care of my face lately, either. That’s just kind of the way it goes sometimes. A lot to juggle, considering the past week. And the Cardinals are starting to play some good football, so I think I’m a little annoyed with them, too. Seriously, they couldn’t figure some of this nonsense out earlier this season? They could be in legitimate playoff contention! Technically they’re not out of it…oh geez, listen to me…I sound like a desperate, cigarette weathered and withered slot jockey in Las Vegas…not out of it. Next thing you know, I’ll be saying that they can take San Francisco at home this weekend and pull to within one game of .500.

This post is ending now. Before I lay the foundation for another zitty bombardment.