Moving on...to Wordpress

I started this blog here on Blogspot/Blogger/whatever the site is called because I had no idea what I was doing and no idea where to start.

It was good here, but Wordpress has beckoned for me and so I have decided to move this blogs future posts to Don't Kid Yourself (on Wordpress).

So if there is anyone that actually reads my mush here, you will be able to find all new posts at the above link.

First post was put up yesterday, check it out here.

I wanna be a billionaire, so freakin’ bad

Yep, that’s right- let the world know. I WANNA BE A BILLIONAIRE!! We are all guilty of having the “What would you do with $1 million” conversation. Will and I have seemed to make that a weekly conversation, which coincidentally ends up taking place on our way to work.

So what would I do with one million dollars? Well let me start out by saying for all you technical people, we are talking one million, cash…no taxes involved. In no particular order I would:

1. Pay off my debt- house, car, student loans. Can you imagine being DEBT FREE???

2. Buy a mansion?? Hell no fool! Do you not watch those shows about lottery winners going broke! This is why! I would still live in our house for a little bit, hiring people to fix it up. After a couple years I would move into a better school district, into a slightly bigger house (with a dishwasher- big dream, huh? Haha).

3. Get Prince a buddy! Even though he is a maniac at times, Prince is a great dog- I cannot ask for more. Once we move into a bigger house, with a bigger yard, I would definitely look into getting Prince a playmate. And yes, it would be another Boxer. And yes, I know we are crazy.

4. Quit my job!! Well….not really. Seeing that I have now acquired $1 million dollars, and have decided not to waste the money on a huge house I will have to clean or a super fast car that will never see the light of our 6 month long winters… I do have a little extra cash lying around. My family is definitely important to me- even more so after having Will Jr. I would LOVE to stay at home with Will Jr. Realizing how quick time flies, Will is not going to be little forever, and I want to be able to take advantage of the time I have. I’m thinking I’ll take a few years off, or maybe just work part time until he gets into kindergarten. Sounds like a plan, right? Which brings me to number 5…

5. MAKE BABIES!!!! Woohoo. It’s no secret that I would have 239048734958 kids if I could. With the million in the bank, I would definitely have another kid….or two ;) Come on guys, Will Jr is so cute…how could I go wrong!? *Although I have to admit, I may look into a house keeper once a week or so… god, I hate cleaning.

That’s pretty much it- nothing too exciting. The remaining money would be put into savings. Might think about a vacation after all the excitement of my million dollar winnings wears off..but I guess I have time to think about that.

So what are YOU going to do with your $1,000,000? Keep in mind, I do take donations!

It's Good to be Home!

It's always nice to go on a vacation, even if it's just a few days.

Sometimes that's all anyone can get away with, but it's nice to get away.  It's nice to not be home and having to deal with the normal chores that grown-up life brings (doing the dishes, laundry, yard work, etc).

I do enjoy a good vacation and everything that goes with it, it's relaxing and you get a chance to recharge a little and get yourself back to neutral.

This weekend for me was my lone vacation of the year (of the last two years actually) and it was spent in Watkins Glen, NY for the Wine Festival that occurs at the speedway there in Watkins Glen.  I had a great time.  Not a huge fan of wine, but $30 and you taste as much as you want?  Sign me up!

My wife and I spent the weekend being wino's with some good friends.  Wine tasting all day followed by drinks on the balcony of our hotel overlooking the lake at night.

All that being said?...I think coming home may be the best part of a vacation sometimes, not all the time, but definitely a lot of times.

Think about it.  You spent X amount of time away from home and then that last day comes that you are away and you think, "that was a good time", but then you move right on to, "I can't wait to get home!"

I don't know, that's what goes through my head at least.  Who doesn't like coming home to their own house or apartment (or whatever your living arrangement is)?

I love to come home after a good vacation because it's just that comfort level I guess.  There's nothing like sleeping in your own bed or sitting on your own front/back porch (if you have one or both of course).

To come home is just that, it's 'home', it's where you know everything and everyone (or in my case, no one!).

So in short, I like a good vacation, but there's nothing like coming home!

They're All Gone...

Frederick H. Boettner, June 19, 1919 - November 5, 1998
Mary Joan King, July 27, 1930 - September 22, 2003
Dorothy Mae Boettner, October 26, 1925 - October 6, 2007
William H. King, October 28, 1926 - March 26, 2009

Those are my grandparents in order of the day that they died.

It's a little depressing for me, but the other day at work I thought of something that reminded me of my Grampa Boettner and that led me to think about my other grandparents.

Good memories, each and every last one of them, but then it hit me all of a sudden and I said out loud (to myself), "They're all gone..."

Obviously, it made me pretty sad and it seemed so surreal I can't explain it.

I had always had my grandparents and I loved them so much, it was just shocking that my brain had just realized they were all dead now.  I was a pall bearer for each of them (among many others, my family likes to drop like flies from time to time).

It was hard to have that all hit me at once.  I mean I knew they were all passed on, but I had never really thought about it as a whole like that before.

So for anyone out there that has lost a grandparent and they were a big part of your life and you miss them like I miss mine, I'll say a prayer for them because I know I would want one said for mine.

Never forget them.

Benedict Arnold?

I am, admittedly, not a big soccer fan.  I actually find soccer a little boring and my watching of soccer is relegated to huge matches (Olympics, World Cup, etc).

That being said, I believe the World Cup should be just like the Olympics and you should be rooting for your country or adopted country.

Like me? Born in the good ole United States of America.  Guess who my rooting interest lies with? That's right, big surprise, the USA.

Now he's a little noise maker!

He's a kicker!

Guilty Pleasures

Everyone does or likes something that they probably shouldn't, either because it's something that is universally panned or it's not deemed appropriate to your gender, race, or what have you.

I have thought about this and I have (in no particular order) compiled a little list of my own, personal guilty pleasures.

The list may be short to some, but trust me there's probably more!

Yoga Flame!

As much as I love me some Street Fighter, this post isn't about the game or Dhalsim (the character that says the title of this post as one of his patented lines). I just wanted a good title and that was the best I could come up with!!

This past weekend I was able to have my first fire of the summer. I suppose I could have had one before this weekend, but it just didn't happen for some reason.

To say I was excited was an understatement. I had talked with my wife the entire week leading up to that weekends events and the thing I was most anticipating was the fire. I told her repeatedly how excited I was to burn things (in the most non serial killer way possible).

On Sunday I ate, drank, and had a great time. It's always nice to spend the afternoon with friends and family talking over food and drink. It's relaxing and fun, I really did enjoy the day very much. I had told my wife that morning that I would not be drinking much during the day so that I could have my fire and not just set myself on fire. I chose to watch the fire and to not actually BE the fire.

28 and counting

That's how old I turned this past Monday (May 24).  Hopefully it keeps on counting for a loooong time.

I've joked with people that know me that I am going to live until 2100 and be 118 years old.

My reasoning was that it would be fun to be one of the only people to live a whole century from start to finish (2000-2100).  Although I seriously doubt I'll make it all the way until 2100, hey we all should have goals, right?

I know I'm not "old", I do actually know 28 is actually very young in the scheme of life, but this is my ten year anniversary of graduating from high school (Christian Brothers Academy class of 2000) and since I didn't go to college, that's a pretty big milestone to me.

It made me think of things.  A lot of things.

Um...no.

So I don't listen to the radio at all really, so I was checking billboard.com's Hot 100 charts and I came across the #82 song.

It was a new debut song on the chart by Lil Wayne called "I'm Single", which is all fine and dandy, except, um, just look....

Flashback!!

OK so out of pure morbid curiosity I signed into my Myspace account (that I haven't logged into in roughly 8 months) to look back at some old blogs I wrote.  Some are, obviously, ridiculous.

I did come across this gem though.  It was December 26, 2006.

So read and enjoy in my pain.

Mom! Mom! Mommy! Mommy! Momma! Momma! Ma! Ma! Ma! Mom!....WHAT???!!!

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mommy's out there! This greeting is not solely reserved for women with children, it's extended to pet mommy's as well. We all know that raising a pet is quite a job. I think you have alllll heard me complain about Prince from time to time. Damn dog is more work than an actual child, haha. Remember Will's previous post about the Reese's cups? Don't get me started...

Even though Mother's Day is one of the biggest "greeting card holidays", it is definitely a good time to think about your Mom- you know the woman that carried you around in her womb for nine months and then went through 920345759980 hours of labor to get you into this world. As an official mom now, I think it is in my job description to remind Will Jr of all the pain and agony I went through when he decides to disobey me or tell me how unfair I am being... you know during those fun teenage years to come!

When I think back over the short 24 years of my life, my mom is in the background of every scene. Always there for every dance recital, band concert, school play, award ceremony, etc...my mom has been my number one fan, cheering me on from the sidelines. (My dad too, but this is a Mother's Day post, right?)

My Son and His Ways...

OK, I realize that my son is only seven weeks and one day old, but he already has some personality traits coming out.

I will go about listing some things that I have noticed about my little man (the Mini Me, if you will<---a play on words right there!).

* I love when he does, what we call, the "Whole Body Freak-out".

The "Whole Body Freak-out" is when for no apparent reason he throws his hands and feet out away from his body as fast as his little reflexes can make them go. We don't yet know why he does this. He could have a problem (hope not) or he could just be very dramatic (all mom right there, and I know you are reading this and disagreeing with me, I don't care what you say woman, it's from you!!!).

* There are times when I hold him and I talk to him in my little baby voice that everyone has apparently and he takes his lips and forms a tight "O" with them and then when I copy him he begins to laugh, A LOT.

It appears I am being trained by my son.

No wonder it's so easy for women to "train" us, seven week old babies can train us. Obviously we're easy to mold.

Who R U Picking?

Mayweather.

That's the short answer.

The long answer is I am extremely doubtful, but I always trust my first instinct on a fight.  My first thought was Mayweather on an easy decision victory solidifying his standing as a living Hall of Famer.

He's already a HOFer regardless, but this fight?  This would literally put a stamp on his standing as an all-time, top five ever.  Ever.

This is coming from someone (me) who despises Floyd "Money" Mayweather (40-0, 25 KOs).  I despise his mouth.  I despise how he takes everything he has for granted and his belief that he is the best to ever fight.

Yes, he actually said that.

To quote his majesty...

"I got respect for Sugar Ray Robinson. I've got respect for Muhammad Ali," Mayweather said. "But I'm a man just like they're men. I put on my pants just like they put on their pants. What makes them any better than I am? Because they fought a thousand fights? In my era, it's totally different, you know? It's pay-per-view now, so things change. It's out with the old and in with the new. Things change.

"Like I said, Muhammad Ali is one hell of a fighter. But Floyd Mayweather is the best. Sugar Ray Robinson is one hell of a fighter, but Floyd Mayweather is the best."

True story, he actually said that.

I'm Confused

I get that people ride bikes. Hell I even get it that they ride then in the road when there are no sidewalks.

But, with that caveat. No sidewalks? Ride your bike in the road all day with no sidewalks. Have a great time, throw a party if it makes you happy.

I may be in the minority here, I don't know, but aren't roads for big boy vehicles? Cars, trucks, buses, etc.?

I think they are or at least they should be.

It boggles my mind whenever I see a person on a bike riding in traffic on Central Ave. or Western Ave. or Washington Ave. or any other street that is slammed with traffic more times than not.

Doesn't it seem a bit, unsafe?

Smiley!!

This is my son Will.

I'm sure this will be one of the MANY videos my wife and I will be shoving down peoples throats featuring our son.

He's obviously perfect and at this point all he can do is poop, sleep, and apparently, now, smile.

Betrayal

This could be long, depends on how angry I get recounting this story.

I will start by saying this story is true and it involves my house being broken into. By a family member no less.

The backstory goes like this....

My cousin Cody has had problems with drugs of all kinds for years now. I'm not sure when it started, I just know it was something that continued to get worse and worse over time, as these things do.

He robbed, cheated, and stole from his own immediate family and friends over the years.

Eventually he was persuaded to go live with his mother down in Georgia, I believe it was Georgia (not 100% sure). He suposedly got into rehab and was in the process of cleaning himself up so he headed back north to the area.

OK so now we move forward just a little bit to the point where he is now back hanging out with our cousins and my brother and even my wife and I.

Everything really was fine, I actually was having a great time with him.

He seemed fine, he seemed like he was on that long road back to being 'good' again.

I was happy for him. I was happy that I gave him a chance and was there to help him back onto his feet.  It was hard to have any trust for him whatsoever, but there was a moment we had one night.

Mudroom Madness!

Ever since we bought our house almost two years ago, it has been an endless list of DIY projects. We can officially check one more item off of our list- the mudroom! The mudroom has ended up being a neglected space, housing random stuff, an extra fridge and garbage...what a waste of perfectly good space! My goal in this budget friendly makeover was to put more use to the room, making it feel like part of the house instead of a dumping ground for junk.

....and now what your all anxiously waiting for...PICTURES!

Before:

After:

Something You Shouldn't Have to Think...

...as you walk into the bathroom at work, "Why is the floor sticky?"

True story.

Another thing you shouldn't have to think is, "Why can't people flush the toilet?"

You'd think I worked in a building with a bunch of 4-year-olds.

Yeah, so that's about all I have on this, just hoping for a flushed toilet and a non-sticky floor surface on my next daily trip to the bathroom at work!

Bye Belly, Helloooooo Baby!

150 hours of breastfeeding, 300 diaper changes, and thousands of kisses later ... Will Jr. is one month old!!

Everyone says it, but it really is crazy how quick time goes. I feel like it was just yesterday I found out I was pregnant! It wasnt quite the picture perfect scene they show in movies... there was no jumping up and down rejoicing, no calls to relatives or friends. The whirlwind of emotion left me in tears; I was scared. Scared of growing up. Scared of having a miscarriage. But more than anything, scared of not being good enough as a mom.

Jump ahead nine SUPER QUICK months, 5 hours of labor and a c-section later, I saw my son for the first time. No words can really explain this...

Although a little loopy from the anesthesia, the moment was so surreal. He was so innocent, so perfect. Right then I knew my life was finally beginning...and I was ready for the ride.

Justified

How do you judge if something you purchased is justified?

I wondered this after I heard someone at work telling another co-worker that they bought a pair of Jordan's for $110.

When I hear that it immediately makes me think how I could possibly justify buying a pair of sneakers for over 100 dollars.

I, personally, couldn't.

MLB 2K10: The Predictions

AL East

New York Yankees* 100-62

Boston Red Sox* 95-67

Tamp Bay Rays 82-80

Baltimore Orioles 76-86

Toronto Blue Jays 62-100

AL Central
Chicago White Sox* 89-73
Minnesota Twins 88-74
Detroit Tigers 85-77
Cleveland Indians 74-88
Kansas City Royals 69-93

AL West
Seattle Mariners* 88-74
Los Angeles Angels 85-77
Texas Rangers 76-86
Oakland Athletics 70-92

Fatty McButterpants

OK So I realize I'm not "fat", but I'm definitely overweight.

I blame it all on my wife, Kim. I, also, blame my grey hairs and bad back on her too, but that's a different blog altogether.

See before I met Kimmy, I worked out four days a week with my brother, played basketball several days a week and was just athletic in general.

The day I met Kimmy I weighed 182lbs. I remember this because it was the last time I saw the southern side of 180lbs. Actually it's been about four years now that I have weighed in at over 200lbs.

How My Son Joined Us

This is late for me to blog about this, but I've been busy, as you can imagine.

I mean I do have a baby now, they tend to take up a tad of your time.

Anyway, his trip to join us here was mostly calm, but a hurricane did disturb the waters there for a little while.

My sons due date was March 20th, but Kimmy (my wife) ended up having her blood pressure rise up to borderline high and since she was so late in the game the doctors figured they should just take him out.  Why play with fire, right?

So the induction was scheduled for March 18th (why couldn't it of been March 17th?...oh well, can't win em all!) which was only two days before the original due date.

My wife and I had to arrive at Bellevue Women's Hospital at the buttcrack of dawn almost, 5:45am, to fill out a little bit of paperwork and we were into our room at 6:00.

Then came all the hooking up that had to be done to my wife.  The IV to pump fluids into her and a little later the Pitocin.  Kimmy was not a fan of said Pitocin.

Everything was going quite smoothly.

Until the weird, annoying, english isn't my first name South American anesthesiologist became part of the picture.  Kimmy wanted to be numb for the oncoming explosion of pain she was just starting to feel through the intensifying contractions she was starting to feel.

I can't remember the doctor's name because, I'll be honest, I couldn't understand 90% of the words coming out of his mouth.  He wasn't very good at what he does, I know that much.

His job was to come in and get Kimmy hooked up to the epideral and ease the pain.

Guess what he didn't do? Yeah, not good at his job.

From the moment he started I knew there was something wrong with however he was trying to fix her up.

He kept making faces and mumbling and when he did say something I could understand he commented on how she wasn't sitting up straight (when she was) and kept making it sound like she had scoliosis or something.  If they would have taken my blood pressure at this point they probably would have told me to calm down before I had a stroke.

So, only fourty-five minutes later and this idiot gives up. 

He says he is going to go get a Dr. Kim.

So in comes Dr. Kim.

It's Will...NOT BILL!

I don't get it. I really don't.

Where does one derive Bill, from William?

Today at work I recieved an email about actual work (that does actually happen from time to time, believe it or not) and I worked it, finished it and then emailed the woman back to let her know it was all taken care of.

A couple minutes later the woman emails me back saying, "Thanks Bill....".

Devon Alexander-Juan Urango 140lb unification

This is my round-by-round blog on the fight as I saw it live.

DA = Devon Alexander
JU = Juan Urango

Is that self explanitory? Yes.  But people never cease to amaze me!

Round 1: DA good right. Uppercut shortly after for DA. Another good uppercut for DA. JU is doing nothing. JU great right hand, jelly legged DA.

10-9 Alexander

Round 2: JU rushing DA to start round, good shots to the body. DA working jab, not too many land, but they are keeping JU out of range. JU with several good body shots. Very good right cross by DA. Another good overhand right for DA. Cut was opened up on JU at some point in the round.

10-9 Alexander

Round 3: JU rushing at the start again. DA is working in many more combinations. Great right for DA. JU’s cut now bleeding down the left side of his face. JU is imposing his style more, DA falling into trading instead of using the jab and movement.

10-9 Alexander

Round 4: More trading now. JU is drawing DA into a small slugfest now. Some beautiful counters for DA. More great countering by DA. JU doing a lot of bullrushing in with his head down and flailing. JU getting frustrated.

10-9 Alexander

Dumb Dog

So Prince is a good dog.

He really is.

So it was a little bit of a shocker to come home over the last week and a half or so to see what Prince has destroyed this time.

Mostly it was a plastic bag or napkins that were left on the end table or the coffee table.  It wasn't a big deal, just really...REALLY annoying.

So this past Friday I took everything he could eat (a large bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs, a roll of paper towels and a few other things) and moved them onto the kitchen counter.

You would think everything was fine then, right?  Wrong.  Not with my lovely wife in the house!

To My Unborn Son...

Yeah, this is all rather surreal for me.  I'll just be upfront and get that out there.

It's so strange you are going to be here so soon now.  Roughly five weeks (March 20th is your mothers due date).  Could be less, could be more.

To say I'm anxious to see you would be a ridiculous understatement.  I've wanted to be a father for a little while now, but I was willing to wait it out because your mother wanted to be 'ready' to which I would tell her, "you can't ever fully prepare for kids" but I was willing to wait regardless.

Then fate, or God, or some other force decided it was time now.

I didn't complain, trust me, I wanted to be a father.

Another quick hitter

The cat in this animation is the cartoon version of my cat Puffy. He's a big dumb animal that one.

Also, I don't know where I got the video from, I found it in my email and so I can't attribute it to the right person/website.

Cool website, worth a look!

Quick hit of a blog here, but this website was passed onto me at work by my friend Terry D.

Panoramic views of places in Utah.  Utah?  Yeah Utah, and it's very cool to look at.

My favorites are the Atrium and Cathedral of the Madeleine.

So here's the website, enjoy!

http://www.utah3d.net/index.html

Super Bowl XLIV Prediction

New Orleans Saints vs. Indianapolis Colts

Keys for the Saints on offense:  Control the line of scrimmage and try to establish some sort of running game.  If Dwight Freeney ends up being ruled out of the game because of his injury, they should double down on DE Robert Mathis as needed and try to ram the ball down their throats with Pierre Thomas between the tackles.

Reggie Bush is going to be a key figure in this game.  If New Orleans can get big plays out of him on tosses, sweeps, screens, and as a reciever he will play a major role.

Last, but not least, Drew Brees needs to make smart decisions against this Indy defense.  The Colts defense is a 'bend but don't break' defense and as such should be taken seriously.

Also, look for a huge game from TE Jeremy Shockey as he goes across the middle and picks up huge chunks of yards against the Colts Cover 2 zone coverage.

Upstate Baby Beater

This guy should burn.

George Carter Thompson, 31, of White Birch Estates was watching his 5-month-old stepdaughter when apparently it struck him that this child needed to be punished. The little girls mother took her baby to Glens Falls Hospital where doctors said she was suffering from bruises, a broken leg, and a fractured skull.

How does this 'man' justify what he did? He can't. There is no justification for this.

The act of doing what he did was heinous enough, but to see that he was arrested and charged with assault in the second degree, a felony? You have got to be kidding me right? I mean there has to be something more serious to charge him with than 2nd degree assault...right?

Raging Vegetarians

So sometimes I make myself read this blog on timesunion.com called Animal Rights by Patrick Battuello.

I "make" myself because he kinda pisses me off.  I don't know why I do it to myself.  I read it to anger myself basically for unknown reasons.

It's not the fact that he is a vegan/vegetarian or that he stands up for animal rights.  It's the fact that he makes me and everyone like me who eats meat sound like we are the worst people on the planet and the worst thing we could possibly every do is eat meat or products that come from animals (i.e. milk, eggs and the rest).

Things I am sick of and wish would go away for 2010 (E! News edition)

My wife makes me watch E! News and occasionally The Daily 10.

I don't know how this happened exactly, but we now suddenly watch these shows.

I think she (my wife) secretly loves to torture my brain.  I'm being serious.

There are some things that just need to go away on E!, including the TV station itself.

They have such winning programming as Keeping Up with the Kardashians, Guiliana & Bill, Bank of Hollywood, Kendra, Leave it to Lamas, and there are many more terrific programs from which to choose from this enlitening channel.

In watching E! News & The Daily 10 I find there are some things that I always find myself saying "that is so fucking stupid!" to.