A Lazy Saturday Afternoon

This has been the laziest of Saturday afternoons. No work today. Just chillin’. Enjoyed some breakfast, and now I’m reading a book. What book, you ask? Moneyball. Figured I should read it before seeing it…if I see it. The read is fast and fantastic, and I think its important to read things you enjoy while you’re stuck reading crap that you don’t all the time in college. Not that I don’t find reading for class interesting and intriguing at times, but all in all, it’s boring as all get out. If only they could hire GREAT writers to write textbooks. Melding humor, anecdotes, examples, etc. to make the process so much more enjoyable.

This would also solve the problem of keeping pertinent, factual information in textbooks as editions change and cycle. Just an opinion. That I stole from a professor. Curriculum writers take note. I just made that up. Curriculum writers. I’m sure these textbooks are like everything else in this country…outsourced to English speakers in China, then edited by people here before being published. I kid. I don’t really believe that.

So. My zits. They’re not coexisting well with my new method of treatment. Seriously. Looks like they may pack up and leave for good. That’s really disappointing. Oh, wait. I’m confused. I’ve suffered from these little PABs for so long that I feel like I’ll no longer have a social crutch to lean on. That I’ll have to lead the way into conversation now, instead of being a counter-talker.

Oh, new horizons. You have my interest.

OK. I’m gonna go over to Mags now. Lie in her window, which snags some awesome afternoon sun. Just be like a cat. Look around. Maybe lick myself, turn on the nearest passer by and jump around at anything that moves.

Sweetness Follows

What a great birthday weekend. As I stated, a birthday swing by with loads of football…and what football it was. This is why fantasy nerds are becoming true fans, and why this true fan refuses to play fantasy. As I picked ’em. I just couldn’t cheer for the 49ers. And I know everyone is thinking that they will walk away in the west again next year, but I’m sticking by my Cardinals. I actually perceive the Rams to be as much of a threat next season with Jeff Fisher taking the position in St. Louis.

So. A rematch of a classic from a few years back. I’m good with it.

I have to speak about my face. I’m impressed. I don’t want to say much. I will say that it is improving. It’s not just the fact that there are fewer zits, but fewer are developing. Where I don’t really have issues, my skin just looks healthier. Call me stubborn…because I’m stubborn. And now I’ll stubbornly continue what I’ve been doing for just over a week…

School. Fine. Kinda rolling through the motions, learning, studying, turning in assignments, reading, playing, sleeping. I will say this, because I don’t know if I’ve remarked on this freakin’ amazing fact of college life: You can eat cereal all the time. For every meal. Cereal for breakfast…with lunch…with dinner…it just seems like it’s the biggest tease of university life. College is supposed to prepare you for real life…can’t have no cereal for three meals in real life! Or can you?

I’ve actually cut a lot of lactose out of my diet. Reading up on that. Just doesn’t vibe with optimal health. But I love cheese. So the cheese has to stay. What can I say? I have Wisconsin roots, and a Wisconsin gal.

A Football Championship Birthday Celebration!

Up early today. A good day. Mags and I are going to church. I guess you could consider us church goers, though we haven’t been since we’ve been in school. We met a really nice lady at a local business who invited us and who would we be to say no. So. Up and at ’em on a Sunday for the first time in a long time.

After, we’ll be heading straight for a local establishment to enjoy an all-afternoon birthday celebration. Just gonna sit and let people stop by who want to stop by. Don’t get between me and the four teams trying to get to the Super Bowl, and I’m good to go. Who do I like? I’m going with a rematch of the classic we watched a few years ago – New England Patriots vs. New York Giants. I think the Giants have the Patriots number – I’ll go ahead and put that out there. And when healthy? Their front four? As they say in NY, “Fuhgedaboudit.”

Did I mention that I put an application in at Purgatory/Durango Ski Resort? They want to interview me. I attached a resume, and wrote a nice cover letter. Told them that if there was nothing available now, I’d love to be in consideration for whatever goes on there during the summer. Less than a week later I get a call asking me to come in for an interview.

Allow me to break a little ground. I do believe that the current “proactivity” that I have been adhering to is offering positive results for the first time ever. That’s all I’m saying for now.

OK. Time to get the day started.

Mo Sno

We’ve got some beautiful snow in Durango, but the weather during the rest of the week is supposed to be quite odd. Highs hitting near 50 degrees!? In January? Of course, I’ve never lived here during a winter, but…

Mags and I hit the slopes again last weekend. We totally forgot about MLK Jr. day. So a big thanks to the man who fought to make us a little more humane, and whose legacy offers us a day to be a little more humane–aka enjoying the people we love to be around. At least that’s what I’m choosing to do. It all gets real again tomorrow. Time to really refocus on academia. Growing up in a place where there was never snow and just sand and saguaros, it’s kind of fun to walk to and from classes, across campus and into town with the snow blowing. It’s truly beautiful. I see why people who live here love it and never leave.

I have been working a lot, relatively speaking. When I came back, one of the guys who was also working as a bar back decided he was done in Durango. So. There you go. Some never leave, some leave and never come back. In regards to the latter, it’s going to allow me the opportunity to work as much as I want to. I’ve even got the good vibe to bring my studies on slower days. That’s cool, but that’s not my preferred goodies…

My face. Ah. Too soon to tell, but I am enjoying the ease of the application and “system.” I will say that I’ve noticed fewer, stubborn little blackheads after only a few days, but if I’m being fair, I haven’t been entirely consistent with the Proactiv directions yet–I forgot to do it this weekend. OK. I’m busted. I didn’t shower on Saturday or Sunday.

BCS Championship Madness

I don’t have a dog in the fight, but I’m pretty amped for the game tonight. Got a double or nothing with Maggie. She’s going with Alabama and I’m going with LSU. You know how teams seem to have those seasons of destiny? Not only that, but I watched the first game and LSU seemed to play a very conservative game plan. All those athletes and they served vanilla. And still won. Maggie thinks playing in New Orleans will be a distraction for the guys from Louisiana, and I think she just doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

I was looking at the lines on my betting site, and for the last five weeks it has been a straight push or LSU -1. Which basically means that the sportsbooks don’t think people want action on the game. I don’t. I wouldn’t touch it with a 29 and a half foot pole. But I’ll certainly offer my lady double or nothing. It’s just laundry. But that’s multiple loads…and I’ll take it. Wash. Dry. Fold. And she’s got an iron, so I may have her press some trousers.

I’m thinking about trying Proactiv. I know I’ve said this about 10 times before, but something’s got to give. I’m just not interested in this acne anymore. It does me no favors. I know that ultimately people don’t care, but I just don’t even like the thought of being referred to as, “…I can’t remember his name…really nice guy…um, he’s kind of got acne issues…? Yeah, that’s him…” Seriously, who wants to be known as the zit haver? Clearly it was never a goal. And I’ve been moaning about it for two years on this blog, and now, as I get a little older and more frustrated with it, I start to think that I really wasted serious opportunity with a stellar dermatologist. Seriously. F*** My Zits and F*** my absurd teenage ideology. Turn 20 this month, you know. Time to quit acting like a stubborn 9 year old.

Snow Bunnies

Snow time, snow time… Now it feels like Christmas. We’re just crashing out up here. Did I mention how much I won on that Oregon v. Wisconsin game? I haven’t even mentioned it, have I? Had I lost, I would have been out significant funds. Significant. But, I didn’t. I won a betcha with Maggie, and scored enough cash to afford our weekend at Purgatory/Durango Ski Resort. I need to try and get a job here so I can ride for free. It’s not pricey like some of the other Colorado resorts, but when you’re saving for a life with your honey, well, you don’t want to be spending excessive funds on snow. Maybe I’ll see what the story is. If not this year, then for next. Maybe I could get on in the summer. They do mountain biking stuff during the summer…that sounds fun, too.

Maggie is a good little shredder. Well, maybe she doesn’t shred yet, but she’s a jock, so it just made sense to her. Only took awhile for her to really get going earlier today. Now we’re cozied up, and ready to flow with some Netflix. Then up and at ’em again tomorrow for more glide.

Oh. My face. Remember how I said I’d stress and break out after that car accident. As small as it was…still got me. I’m telling you, my physiology is just off. There’s too much testosterone or something rolling through my body. Exercising regularly somewhat helps, but nothing so significant to think that it’ll solve any problems. At least it hasn’t in the past. And football, geez, that just made it worse. But at least it was predictable. OK. Movie time. Sleep tight…or party on!

Howdy 2012

Ah. A nice little break. Getting geared to head back. I do love the extended breaks in college. Now I see what the upper classmen were talking about. If I were still in high school, I’d already be back in classes. Mags and I will head back on Friday, and we’re planning to do some serious riding this weekend. Then it’s time to get geared up for classes. I’m going to admit something, and feel free to make fun of me if you must.

I flip through all my books and take mental pictures before the semester starts. It’s crazy to just peek at the bold text, and be familiar with seeing it. Then it sticks better when it comes back around in class and the professor is offering notes during lecture. It’s kind of like, “Oh yeah, I remember that…” Then it sticks easier.

My face and overall complexion and skin health has been better since I’ve been over here. It’s got to be the dry air and altitude combined with the cold. Of course there is a lot of precipitation, but now you know why the snow in the west, especially Colorado, is powder fresh. It’s just amazing. If you’ve never skied it or ridden it, I highly recommend it. Back to my original thought. I’ve got to get something figured out for my face permanently. Any suggestions? I’m willing to take them. Consider them. Come on. Throw ’em at me. Best remedies for acne.

Let’s see. What else is new? Oh. Did I forget to mention? I proposed to Maggie on New Year’s Day. What we officially consider our anniversary. Yep. I’m 19, and I’ve proposed to a girl…and she said…”Is this a joke?” Then she started crying. Then she said yes. Three times. Yes, yes, yes! How ya like them apples?

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.