....to pick up an old jazz record

Miss Moody will completely disagree with this posting, but I believe everyone should give it a try. I've been playing jazz saxophone for 14 years now. Some parts of my life I was playing more than others, but I've always loved it. Recently I've begun playing regularly again, and it has shaped the songs I listen to during the day as well. It's really become a fun experience to put on any of my old jazz records, and be transported to a different place and time.

My life is pretty hectic at times, what with having tons of people to answer to, and being the person the company constantly relies on to get them out of a jam (I'm sure many of you can relate.) When I get a chance to put on one of these records and remember a time without cell phones, texting, email, or even a ton of cars on the road, it makes me envious (especially on the last day of the pay period/quarter/year end. You know, whatever deadline you're company calls it when everyone stresses out, yells, pulls long hours, and subscribes to a certain type of crazy that I think only us Americans are capable of.)

Lot's of people have tried to define Jazz, but I prefer Wynton Marsalis' definition "jazz is a dialogue." He goes on to explain the conversation is between musician and musician, musician and listener, musician and instrument, even musician and moment in time. Because of the large focus on improvisation in jazz, no two moments are ever the same. So when you put on that record you are opening an audible time capsule.

One of the greatest things about being a part of this eccentric group of people, are the experiences, and the relationships those experiences create. Even today in most real jazz clubs (not venues with $18 martini's and presold tickets) it is very acceptable to bring your horn and sit in with the group that is playing. Now don't get me wrong you can't just be anybody. There is an unspoken rule that you have to be a certain level of player to be allowed to sit in, but for some reason they always know. Generally there is one older guy in the band, and when you walk up and ask if you can sit in the rest of the band turns to him. This ability to instantly size someone up and decide what kind of player they are before they touch their horn must be something you just pick up over the years (it may seem a little unfair, but I've never seen it be wrong. And who are you to judge? You just started listening to jazz 3 minutes ago. Man! Some People!)

I feel the best way to illustrate how an evening might go is to share a story about a time I sat in with a group of ragtime cats.*

(*cats refers to other jazz musicians, and is a completely acceptable term still used a lot today in those circles. So when your done snickering and rolling your eyes, I was trying to tell a story here. Thank you.)

Like I was saying, while living in Seattle I had stumbled into a little club in Pioneer Square that did live jazz called New Orleans Club. I decided to swing by later in the week with my horn and see who was playing. When I showed up it was a quintet of old cats* playing some ragtime and swing tunes. Immediately when walking in they noticed I was carrying my horn, and acknowledged me from the stage with a couple sqwawks and a head nod or two (again all customery.) On set break a couple of the guys came up and asked what I played. We swapped stories, and I complimented their set. They asked if I'd like to sit in, and of course I accepted.

The leader of this group they called "Kid." He was 52, and the youngest of the musicians. There was already one saxophone player in the group, so we had to get his ok before I could officially be allowed to play. His name was Gerald. Age 64 and at my spry 24 I don't think I could keep up with this old swinger. He agreed to let me play and was one of the nicest old timers I had met. Gerald was already on his second bottle of cabernet when I got on stage. He was hugging and kissing all over a couple of the ladies that showed up for the concert, and I can imagine that he was, and always would be, a stereotype in all the best ways.

If any of you have ever seen a true jazz combo perform then you know about the "laughter." It's half way through a song and the band is playing along when suddenly a couple of the guys in the band start to laugh. The audience thinks to themselves "Did I miss something?" It happens several times throughout the night, and I always get asked by friends that watch the show. The best way I can explain it is to say there are a lot of things that are funny to us. Someone coming in on the wrong bar, inserting a piece of a famous solo or other tune in their solo, hitting a wrong note and trying to cover it up, or just 2 people having the same musical idea at the same time. The best analogy I can give is that it's like watching a bunch of scientists in a lab, and one of them confuses two elements of the periodical table, the others laugh at his misfortune knowing that no one else in the world would find it funny in the least.

So as the night went on, and Gerald drank more wine, we cut up and had a great time. Lot's of laughing, lot's of playing off of eachother that the audience really enjoyed. At one point an audience member called out "Who's the young guy?" in which Gerald, without missing a beat, grabbed the microphone and said "He's my Dad." It was an amazing evening, and a very common occurance in this kind of circle.

Well whether you liked it or not, I hope you are at least a little intrigued about jazz music and culture. Below I've listed some great records to pick up. The best selling jazz record of all times is number 1 on the list, and I'm sure you will recognize a lot of the tunes from it. They've been used in tons of movies, and are a part of your daily lives if you know it or not. Well enjoy the music that has allowed me to have some wonderful experiences, and remember a time that I never lived. Thanks and tell your friends!!!

1. Miles Davis - Kind of Blue

2. John Coltrane - Giant Steps

3. Sonny Rollins and Dizzy Gillespie - Sonny Side Up

4. John Coltrane - Blue Train

5. Clifford Brown - Clifford Brown with Strings

....to not buy into this whole "coffee is bad" thing.

That's right! All you super hippy health nuts out there (you know who you are), get off your soap box and just let a guy get his fix! This morning I made the huge mistake of trying to walk around with the other underlings/contributing members of society without having my coffee first. From this experience alone it's become very apparent that I can't function without it. I know it's a sign of weakness, but Samson needed his hair, Popeye needed his spinach, and Keith Richards needed his heroin, so sometimes us superheroes just need our medicine. (From time to time I wear my underwear outside my pants, pretty sure that is the key factor in being a superhero. And if any of you evil villains think otherwise prepare to be smothered by my sidekick Sweetie McGee!)

I just recently found out that my old friend and keyboard player Travis Dillard's family is releasing an album of his songs. Travis was a great person, and an amazing musician, but tragicly passed away a couple years ago as a result of a horrible fireworks accident (not a joke). The album is called Out of the Ashes by Travis Dillard. http://www.tatepublishing.com/bookstore/book.php?w=812517012298 Here is the link for you to go listen. By no means am I trying to sway you to purchase this album, just merely a reference for you to know what I'm talking about.

Travis and the rest of the guys in the band, like every band out there I suppose, had a great relationship when it came to songwriting. We would constantly tease eachother about songs when someone brought them to the band. It was a great way to cut the tension, and keep everyone from getting defensive about the criticism given. When I listened to this album I truly couldn't stop laughing. At first I felt bad for laughing at my friends work, but I remember him writing a ton of those songs, and the jabs we exchanged about them. He's a truly talented artist, and we lost what I think could've turned into a very influential musician in his death.

Since I'm getting all nostalgic, I'd like to share one of the stories I like most from being on the road. When you live on a tour bus, everyroom is your dressing room. When you're a 21 year old guy in a band who thinks he's pretty funny (rightfully so though, just ask anyone. I'm hilarious.......and humble) one of the old go to jokes is the fake strip tease. It goes like this. Usually one of your friends is on the phone or playing xbox and they start to hear you making the Bow Chicka Bow Wow, or Boom Tis Boom Tis techno beats. They know what's coming, but are trying their best not to laugh and stay focused on the task at hand. You get louder, and start what can only be described as the most ridiculous form of air humping you can think of and then gesturing like you're unbuttonging your shirt. (This is where you've got to sell it, a good air hump move can break the most serious of phone calls into instant laughter) Well what's great about living in a tour bus, and having a crazy hectic schedule, is that a lot of the times you're all getting dressed for the show at the same time. This provides a perfect stage for this joke except with the added hilarity of actually taking your shirt off for full strip tease effect. I'm telling you, you might be getting a little creeped out now, but guys, next time your bro is on the phone with his girlfriend or parents or better yet, Grandparents, then try this one out. Now that you know the move let me get into the story.

So our bass player Jeff Vandagriff (aka hillbilly goatlover) was playing xbox in the back of the bus. Yours truly kept his clothes in the back and needed to get changed because we were arriving at the venue. So like the "colossus of comedy" that I am, I decided to take this oppurtunity to play my favorite joke on the only member in the band that was 3 times my size. At first the usual hilarity, and then Jeff decided that it was about time someone put a stop to this joke once and for all. He picked up a syrup bottle that Travis had left in the back of the bus from when he had waffles earlier that morning (Travis I hope heaven has maid service buddy, because I know God won't be as nice as we were about you leaving all your stuff out!) Jeff proceeded in chasing me in circles around the back lounge of the bus threatening to uhhh......hmmm......how should I put this.......stick it where the sun don't shine. At this point my joke had gained the attention of all the other band members who huddled in the hallway to the back lounge to get a good view of their leadsinger getting some payback. Well even though I was severly out matched, in fear for my life or "virginity" if you will, I managed to get the syrup bottle out of Jeff's hands. In a desperate attempt to end the attack I heaved the syrup bottle through the hall towards the front of the bus so that Jeff wouldn't be able to get it. Being the young spry guys my bandmates were, they all managed to quickly dive into their bunks and dodge the flying plastic bottle full of mother natures adhesive. It was like a scene out of The Matrix, with flips and slow motion special effects. That is except for Travis. He managed to poke his head up and be the last one interested in what was going on just as it was time to duck. With laser like precision the bottle managed to nail him square in the lip. Travis took the hit like a real pro, flying about 5 feet back completely laid out, as if receiving a career ending uppercut from Mike Tyson himself.

It split Travis pretty good, but no real damage was done. However we spent the whole next week with all of our ribs aching from the amount of laughing done that night. It still cracks me up even as I write this to think about the fun times we shared, and to visualize the look on everyones face when Jeff came at me, or when Travis was the victim of horrible timing. I think I'll make a bigger point to tell a few more stories from those days. They really were some of the most amazing days of my life, and I couldn't have asked for a better group of guys to spend them with.

I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you knew Travis, that it reminded you of a funny story you shared together. I look forward to hearing from all of you tomorrow. However my mailbox is getting too full for normal postage with all the fan mail I'm receiving. I'm now having to pay extra or go by the post office myself to pick up the garbage bags full of fanmail. So if you would please just email me, or leave your comments here then I would really appreciate it. Thanks for understanding, and if you must send a handwritten letter with pictures of yourelf and beautifully wrapped gifts or home baked goodies then feel free. Who am I to turn away great fan mail. Thank you again and good night.

******PS****** "Super Sweetie McGee Fan69" your pictures are creepy and we've passed them along to the local authorities. We don't think you're a bad person, Sweetie is a beautiful puppy, but we all feel that you need to seek out a good counselor.

....to cook a little extra next time. (but always pass on church pizza)

Good morning everyone! This morning I decided that as the good southern boy I am, I would make some homemade donuts. I remember Saturday mornings at home Mom would make some homemade donuts, and my brothers and I would each have almost a dozen (screw you for judging me. They're small!) Nothing is more disappointing than returning to the platter for a second or third helping and seeing that someone has eaten the last bit. Fortunately Miss Cupcake and Miss Moody are no match for my "southern family sized" portions, so I never have this problem.

* WARNING! WARNING! This next section veers completely off topic, and has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of the post, but after reading it I couldn't commit to erasing it. So consider yourself warned. If you can't handle a good poop story this post may not be for you.

I remember in my days as an international superstar fronting the wildly popular band Inner Core, getting a second helping was always a challenge. We would play for youth groups all over the midwest. It seemed like every youth pastor always had an expense account with a local pizza chain (let me make this really clear church pizza is the WORST pizza!)

I am almost certain that praying before you eat to bless the food started in some midwest youth group where the youth were afraid of chipping teeth, indigestible ingredients, and even death by regurgitation. In fact the very common "pizza shits" that always follow the good fortune you had to just get a piece of this "holy pie" down, I'm pretty sure are considered a form of modern day exorcism. Don't believe me? When you've been to as many youth rallys as I have then you've definitely had this experience. Allow me to paint you a picture

Before the rally there is a pizza party. Everyone is socializing with the band, the pastor, the volunteers, etc. Suddenly time has gotten away from us, and the rally is ready to begin. By not keeping an eye on the time you have to jump on stage and get started without the necessary preshow bathroom explosion. The Pastor, feeling the same since of "urgency," makes a quick introduction and kicks it off to the band. On his way to the restroom to release the "relentless demon inside him that is fighting to get out" he's stopped by parents, kids, other youth pastors that have traveled from their church to get to the event. Then he's pulled aside by the head pastor for an update on how it's going, and some suggestions to help things go better. Before you know it Praise and Worship is coming to an end and he still hasn't made it to his "prayer time." He jumps back on stage and turns on his cool clip on tie microphone to say "Wow! The spirit is really strong in this place. Let's take some time and really worship." The band plays a slow and soft worship song to help set the mood for the spirit as the Pastor now sprints to "take care of the problem." As the mood is set, and people are really connecting to what is going on in the service, over the loud speakers you hear "BLLRRRPPPGGHH!! DEAR LORD! PLOP PLOP SQUISH! AGHHHHH!" The poor pastor has forgotten to turn off his clip on mic. Suddenly the place errupts in laughter, and the band spends the rest of the night trying not to reference the Pastor's understandable mistake.

OK so that was quite a large side step from what I was originally planning on writing about, but I thought it needed to be said. So next time you are at a church and they offer pizza, just say "No Thank You" (and keep an eye on the pastor.) If you're a youth pastor out there and reading this please heed this warning. Don't order pizza! I know the little place down the street gives them to you for $1 a pie, but it's not worth the risk of being known forever as "Pastor Gasser master of Hell, Fire, and Porcelain.

So now that everyone is hungry, I'm attaching a recipe for homemade donuts. They are delicious and guaranteed NOT to send you running anywhere (except maybe back to the plate for seconds.)

For great homemade donuts you need:

A couple cans of cheap biscuits (the kind that come in a can of 10 and are generally packaged as 4 or 5 cans together for $1

Some vegetable oil

Powdered sugar and water for glazed

or Cinnamon and Sugar

First put the oil in a pot and set heat to medium (oil only has to be about an inch deep)

While the oil is heating poke a hole through the center of the biscuits and make them into donut shapes.

Mix lots of powdered sugar with a little water. The consistency should be like a syrup. Only add a little water at a time, because if it becomes sugar water you have to start all over.

Once oil is heated, drop a test donut in. If the oil is at the proper temp it should take about 30 seconds to get a good golden brown. If it gets really dark really quick turn the temp down and let it cool for 10 minutes. Flip the donut and brown other side.

Pull hot donut out of oil and place immediately in glaze. Flip over a few times for a good coating. Then place on plate. If you are the cook it's a good idea to eat every fourth donut yourself, otherwise you won't get a chance to eat. Believe me when they hit the plate they will be gone.

Here are some pics of this morning's batch. Enjoy.

I hope you guys enjoy the donuts, and got a kick out of the youth rally that I will remember forever. Have a great day, and I will post again tonite.

....to pour yourself a BIG OL' glass of sweet tea!

That's right my fans in all corners of the world, we're in the SOUTH! That means fried chicken, bbq, boots, jorts (jeans that were cut into shorts aka cut-offs *idea and definition provided by Miss Cupcake) fried okra, red velvet cake, and most of all sweet tea.

Growing up in Oklahoma we always had a pitcher of sweet tea in the fridge. I distinctly remember watching ninja and kung fu movies with my little brothers, seeing that they were drinking hot tea, and heating up some of Mom's sweet tea to be like our favorite ninja warriors. It wasn't until I was almost 23 that I realized there was even other kinds of tea out there. I just thought there were several brands of the same tea leaves (and of course I was partial to good ol' lipton.) We even used to call it Panther's Blood to make it more manly. Since meeting Miss Cupcake, who has single handedly turned me on to a huge world of different teas, I drink a lot of different types of this magical beverage. However when the weather in sunny Austin hits those record high temps, there's nothing I long for more than a huge glass of southern, tooth rotting, syrupy, amber colored nectar of the God's*, sweet tea.

(*the God's referred to here are Tom Landry former head coach of the Dallas Cowboys, and The Duke himself John Wayne. It's believed by many people that Jesus Christ's Dad aka God prefers Coca Cola in an ice cold glass bottle to sweet tea, and we can't fault him for that. Even all powerful beings have a right to their own opinions I suppose. I just know that he must not have tried my Mamier's sweet tea yet.)

So to make some great sweet tea it's simple. There are great recipes all over the internet, but this is how we make it.

Boil a kettle of water. While water is boiling pour between 1 and 2 cups of sugar into an empty pitcher (depending on the size of pitcher.) Use 2 large Lipton regular tea bags in the pitcher. Once the water has got a great boil going pour into pitcher. Let bags brew for 8 min and then remove. Stir, taste, add more sugar if necessary (somehow it always is.)

No thrills, No zest of lemon, or crazy exotic leaf. It's supposed to be a sweet drink for people that have been working in the heat all day. It originally gained it's popularity amongst the poor working class. So if you're at some swanky country club and they have a hibiscus mint sweet tea with orange peel over grapefruit ice cubes with a splash of overpriced and a pretentious twist then feel free to drink up, but it ain't Mama's sweet tea!

Boy I do love the south. When Miss Moody moved down from Seattle the thing she comes back home with after all her adventures is just how nice the people are. And it's true. The best way to drink sweet tea is to be invited into someone's home, and asked to stay for dinner. This week I will be dedicating my posts to some of the things I love about the south.

Now that you've got your sweet tea let's get into uniform. First kick off the shoes (socks too, if you think feet are gross then TOO BAD! I don't know where this hatred of our feet comes from. Just grow up, look down at those callused, worn out dogs and give them a big ol' Thank You. Then LET THEM BREATHE!)

Now go grab some jeans out of the bottom of your drawer (heaven help me if I see any of you in 7's or True Religion or whatever designer brand Brangelina are wearing now.) If you don't have some great beat up jeans that feel like a tshirt ask your boyfriend/husband. If you ask nice then he'll give them up (we don't like to admit we have them, in fear that you will throw them out.) I once kept 3 pairs of beat up jeans hidden from Miss Cupcake in a 400 sq ft apartment without a closet for over a year. In this technological age we live in, there isn't anymore buried treasure to hide, so our old clothes become our gold. Hand me downs that look ridiculous, but provide more than just physical comfort.

Next up you need a beat up shirt. My preference is any old undershirt. Anything that has tears, or is stretched out in some way. Throw that nasty thing on and enjoy. Great for reading a book, playing some cards, whittling on the porch, watching a storm blow in, or even playing fetch with the dog. Whatever you do though just remember to drink up a big glass of sweet tea with it.

I hope you all can take some time to enjoy grass between your toes, and sweet tea over your tongue soon. Have a good night, and I will see you all again tomorrow.

*PS It appears all the beverages I love are not always the healthiest. But you know what? You may live a few years longer if you avoid everything bad for you, but during those years you will hunger and thirst for the truly delicious things this life has to offer. So drink your sweet tea, grill a fatty steak and then slather it with butter. I'm not your nutritionist, I'm just a guy full of good ideas. Oh and it's probably a good one to do a sit up every now and then. You know just to balance it out.

....not start blogging unless you can commit everyday.

That's rigt! Here Ye! Here Ye! Friends, family, and legions of adoring fans I'm back! And we're better than ever. Be on the look out for new and improved updates soon to come! Long story short, work has been super busy, and blog time was very limited. (not an excuse, just stating the facts..............What's that? FINE! DON'T READ! You were my least favorite blogfan anyway Dad! lol)

Where to start? Hmmm......(just in case you're wondering blogging is not like riding a bike)

So recently I had a good friend move down to Austin from Seattle. She's my old roommate and a good friend to both Miss Cupcake and I. We'll call her Miss Moody (just for the record it's her last name, and in no way is representative of her disposition.........after she's had her coffee). It's been a real treat to add new dimension to the evenings with a completely different perspective on the usual conversation. Tonite we got to introduce her to one of my favorite Austin treats the Alamo Drafthouse movie theater http://www.alamodrafthouse.com/. We went and saw "Away We Go" with John Krazinski (aka Jim from The Office). It was a pretty funny movie, but the real treat was gorging ourselves on Green Chile Mac N Chz, a half pound organic cheeseburger, chili cheese fries, and of course a couple cocktails. If you live in Austin or are visiting soon then do yourself a favor and go see any movie they are showing. Even if the movie sucks they have a full bar which is bound to make the experience more enjoyable.

So I feel like I must apologize to all my fans out there for something other than my lack of postings lately. In one of my most recent critically acclaimed posts about my recent travels to Seattle, I mentioned how delicious it was to drink your coffee breve. It is definitely in my opinion still the most delicious way to drink your coffee, however, its also the most fattening. Over my recent sabbatical from blogging, with the extreme working hours, I enjoyed many a breve latte. Well just recently the same friend that turned me on to them informed me that there was approximately 12 grams of fat per tsp of half and half. Being that I always order Jumbo, Large, Venti (or whatever word we use for REALLY BIG now) I started to do some rough calculations of how much I was taking in. After about 20 minutes (basic math is always so challenging) I came up with a number far too awful. Let's just say my blood was probably the same consistency of soft butter, or cottage cheese. In fact I'm fairly certain that had there been a horrible kitchen accident in which I was accidentally forked, I would have lactated rather than bled.

So what's a guy to do when faced with the love of a beverage on one hand, and on the other always having that annoying belly jiggle when he brushes his teeth? Well I stopped drinking them! (of course that's after several viewings of "What's Eating Gilbert Grape" and hours of fetal position crying and making Sweetie McGee promise a million times that she'd always love me no matter what) You will all be happy to know that if I drink skinny versions of the coffee all week then on Friday I treat myself to a small breve.

Car Explosions! Nascar! Football! Hot Strippers! (ok I know that was random, but after proofreading that last paragraph I felt it was important to remind everyone I'm still a dude. A dude that even had a pair of testicles temporarily burned into his chest. There's got to be a lot of extra dude points out there for that.)

So tonite I'd like to leave you with a question and see what you're response is (also let's me check up to see if anybody is still reading this thing lol). What's your favorite type of weather and why? What does it do for you? Does it transport you back to a specific time or place? I look forward to all your responses. Thanks for hanging with me, and I promise never to let something as meaningless as providing for my family (common law) come between us again. Cheers and sleep well.

....make sure there are at least 2 other people in the elevator if you need to pass gas.

I know it's not the most classy topic, but we've all been there. Maybe you went to your favorite mexican restaurant for lunch, and it's just not sitting well. You get in the elevator in hopes to get to your floor and to the restroom quickly. In order to not die of stomach cramps you might have to let a little "toot" go (my Papa would say "make a little windy"). Here are the things you'll need to consider. If it's only you then rip away! Just make sure to fan and exit quickly so that if there are people waiting to get on at your floor it doesn't hit them in the face upon entering. If there are at least 2 other people in the elevator then SILENTLY let it out. If it smells then make an odd face as if you're smelling something you didn't expect, and then act normal as to say "I don't know which one of you did that, but I'm too nice to call you out." However if there is only one other person in the elevator then you are out of luck. Your only hope is that you pick someone else up on the way to your floor. If you don't then you will have to wait until the door opens (once you're at your floor it's ok to do a little crop dusting down the hallway to the bathroom, most offices are plagued with funky smells, and your coworkers will be none the wiser.) Feel free to apply all these principles outside the workplace as well. They work great when visiting, the mall, a hospital, dentist office, church, or the office of a friend or family member.

OK now that we've all learned something, this post has been requested for sometime now. Recently Miss Cupcake chopped a lot of her hair off. So the main reason for this post is to provide you with pictures of her new cut, and reveal her true identity to the world. Over the series of this blog I've shared pics of our dog Sweetie McGee, and myself, now with photos of Miss Cupcake you will know our entire household.

I met Miss Cupcake through friends that used to come watch me host karaoke (yes it is a real job, and yes you can make good money doing it. However don't plan on being taken seriously in a conversation until you get a real job, and become a contributing member of society). When I met Miss Cupcake I knew she was special. It was a very clear thing to me. Instantly across the room I said to myself "this is the girl I want to be with for the rest of my life." I really lucked out, because at that moment we hadn't shared a word. But it's easy for me now to say that my life wouldn't be even close to this wonderful if she wasn't in it.

So here are some pictures of the now infamous Miss Cupcake and her new hairdo.

As you can see, I definitely got the good end of the deal. It's inspiring to be with someone that is so intelligent, kind, loving, and passionate, that is also so freaking BEAUTIFUL! I hope everyone gets to experience the kind of happiness I have everyday. Love you bunches Miss Cupcake, and welcome to blogging superstardom!

....choose your accessories wisely while sunbathing.

I had the pleasure of doing a little sunbathing with Miss Cupcake by our pool yesterday. As an amateur at this new "sport" I wore my accessories as usual. I have a St. Christopher pendant that Miss Cupcake gave me for our first Christmas together (No, I'm not catholic. I'm just into catholic art). I never take this pendant off, and not knowing the art of turning over, adjusting your body, etc, I got the coolest tan line ever! Without posting a picture of my man chest I will try and describe what it looks like. The tan line looks like a necklace with 2 balls positioned right next to each other on my chest. Yes, yes, your dirty mind is 100% accurate this time. Please try to contain yourself. Ok seriously, I can hear you laughing, and if you're going to make it to the end of this post you're going to have to pull yourself together. (if needed go ahead and call a friend to tell them about the tanline this guy who's blog you read got)

Now that you're ready to move on, this week has been exciting. Miss Cupcake and I purchased our own little charcoal grill. It's lime green, and looks like an old pail bucket. We got it on sale at Crate & Barrel for $24. Since purchasing it, we've used it every night. The first night we made homemade pizza on the grill, and last night we made kabobs. Here are some pics of how they turned out. (Yes that's me in the picture, my anonymity is gone. Also shown is the pendant mentioned in the paragraph above. OK OK geeze I didn't mean to get you all worked up again. Moving on!) The pizza was absolutely delicious, and the kabobs were really good, (they would've been better, but Miss Cupcake's love for Montreal Steak Seasoning accounted for a large over peppering lol, I jest). They were still good though, and we plan on using the leftovers for some delicious omelets.

The pizza dough was purchased from Whole Foods. You can go to their pizza counter, and they will sell you the balls of dough they use for their pizza. On the pizza we put olive oil as the sauce, shredded mozzarella, cherry tomatoes cut in half, marinated artichokes, roasted garlic, and a generous helping of goat cheese. First we rolled out the dough and cooked it on one side on the grill for 8-10 minutes (our grill wasn't too hot, so just make sure you don't burn it). Then we flipped it over and added the toppings to the cooked side, and placed it back on the grill. We let it cook for another 15 min until all the cheese was melted and the dough was nice and crisp. It was Delicious, and the only thing I would've changed is roasting the tomatoes on their own before putting them on the pizza. When doing the halves of cherry tomatoes as we did, the juices stay inside until bitten into, and then come rushing out like napalm in your mouth. Another way to make sure this doesn't happen is just be patient and wait for the pizza to cool a bit before taking a bite, but sadly patience is a virtue I've managed not to pick up quite yet.

The kabobs were cubed pieces of top sirloin steak from the HEB. We marinated the steak in Allegro Original Marinade, and some minced garlic and olive oil for 3 hrs before skewering. On the kabobs we alternated steak with green, red, and yellow bell peppers, as well as pieces of fresh onion. Before putting on the grill we sprinkled the kabob with olive oil and montreal steak seasoning. It is important to know that the olive oil helps the seasoning stick really well, so only put the amount you want to actually eat with each bite on there, because none of it will fall off during cooking. We cooked them on one side for 10 minutes, and then flipped them and cooked for another 5.

Growing up in Oklahoma you learn how to tell when steak is done properly (if you don't then your only chance at making friends is buying a ton of beer). So the most important part is just keeping an eye on the meat. The vegetables will cook pretty quickly, so just keep an eye on that meat. Nobody likes a dried, tough, and chewy kabob. However, if you get that perfectly juicy medium rare, then the amount of praise from your guests will never end.

*Quick tip for entertaining, if when your guests arrive you start by pouring them cocktails and then cook the food in front of them, during that hour or so of preparation they will become quite intoxicated, and your praise will be far more animated once the food is ready.

Let me give you an example. I once made cheese stuffed mushrooms for some coworkers at a dinner party. Everybody took a long time to get there, so some of the guests had been drinking non stop for over an hour before I even started the prep. Before I put the mushrooms in the oven I drizzled them with olive oil, and got an applause! 10 minutes later once everybody had a few in their stomach, you would've thought I was a celebrity chef. I was giving recipes, fielding compliments, and taking praise like Brad Pitt in an Anne Curry interview.

Well that's all for today folks. Happy America Day. Grill something, drink too much, and when in doubt DEEP FRY!

....to order your coffee "breve."

Somehow after living in Seattle for a few years, and getting addicted to amazing coffee, I never learned what "breve" was. This weekend I am visiting Seattle, and while a buddy and I were out hitting some of my favorites we had to get some good iced coffee. He told me that I should order it breve. Apparently breve means with half and half instead of milk or creamer. It was AMAZING! From now on all my coffee will be ordered that way. Though I am told to order less, because it will go straight to my gut lol. So next time you are hitting a cute coffee shop or your local starbucks, order the usual, but this time get it BREVE.

So I figured for this blog I would just let you know how my trip is going. We got in late Thursday night, and Miss Cupcakes Dad was kind enough to pick us up (thanks Gidu). Friday morning we got up and visited my old office here in Seattle. The guys were happy to see me, and as usual not a lot of work was getting done lol. We actually walked in on a "manager's meeting." Apparently the meeting was about how to fly some new remote control helicopters my old boss picked up at the hobby shop. But they are doing a great job, and blowing out their numbers, and in this company that's the most important thing.

From there, Miss Cupcake and I went to her old work for a visit. Everyone was really excited to see her, and we checked on Sweetie McGee via webcam from her summer camp. Sweetie was having fun learning arts and crafts, canoeing, archery, and going to the ice cream social. We took one of Miss Cupcake's friends out to lunch to Torrero's. It's one of the spots they used to go to all the time during work, except this time we got to order maragaritas. It was a fun time, but Washington mexican food has nothing on Texas mexican food.

With tequila in our veins the excitement for what came next was bubbling over. We headed to meet our great friend, and personal hair stylist Mrs Independent Woman.

(I know, I know. How can it be "Mrs" Independent Woman? Well she is married to a super cool dude, and if you met her you'd understand. Man! You guys are so judgemental. Can we all just agree to get off the grammar train for a bit, and just enjoy some stories? Now take a breath and drink your bloody mary)

Anyways, like I was saying, "We got our hair did!" (said in the voice of a black woman with long fake nails, and a weave made from horse hair). Miss Cupcake has been so excited because she decided to cut about 10 inches off her locks. It looks FANTASTIC! She is the super stylish french girl that every girl loves her style, but lacks the confidence to pull off. She's absolutely stunning, and I look forward to posting some pics soon.

After a quick nap it was time to head to Puyullup to a friend of Miss Cupcakes house for a bbq. It was an absolutely wonderful evening. We ate kabobs, roasted corn, potato salad, hummus, and no bake cookies (affectionately known as "chocolate nummies"). The food was delicious. We had tons of good beer, and I drank quite a few Sapphire and Sevens. We told stories, and laughed for hours. The climax of the evening was the 6 of us fairly intoxicated sitting around their newly constructed fire pit. It was nice and cool outside so the fire felt great. We made smores and discussed marshmallow roasting techniques. The entire night was just wonderful, and I don't believe I've laughed that much or that hard in quite a long time. So thank you goes out to my Mafia Wars buddies, and the cyclist and his supportive wife.

On Saturday I dropped off Miss Cupcake at our friend Little Miss Doody's bridal shower. From what I hear it was a lot of fun. But during the shower I got to take Gigi's (Cupcake's Mom) car out on the town. I picked up my friend that just moved to Seattle, and showed him some of my favorite things. We went to Pirohshky Pirohshky in the market, Trophy Cupcakes in Wallingford, Top Pot Doughnuts, and to a great little coffeehouse. It was a blast, and made me wish I was back here permanently.

Once I picked up Miss Cupcake we got to spend a little time with her parents (Gidu and Gigi). It's always so great to see them. Now that they are in AZ, and we are in TX, it's harder to get together, but we try every chance we get. They've always done a great job at being my second family, and meeting them for lunch or dinner on the weekends when we lived in Seattle was always one of the highlights of my week.

We then met up with some friends, Wilbot and his girlfriend, and Joe Knows and his better half, for sushi at Wasabi Bistro. Excellent sushi on 2nd street in downtown Seattle, but sometimes lackluster service. Not to worry though, the cocktails are strong, and the food is delicious so it's easier to get over the jerk that won't bring you some more edamame.

All in all it has been a wonderful trip so far. I'm just so thankful to have a wonderful woman by my side, and a plethora of family and friends to share it with. Thank you all for making my time here so enjoyable. I will post more about this trip tomorrow, but for now I'm headed to another bbq. Woohoo. Good day Ya'll!

....to remember to bring underwear.

That's it, I know it's a very simple idea, but I'm leaving for a long weekend in Seattle today with Miss Cupcake, and I want to make sure that I remember. Very simple good idea, but such a huge and unpleasant mistake when you forget.

So like I said today I'm leaving. I get so excited packing a bag and heading to the airport. If I'm being honest it really doesn't matter where I'm going, I still seem to get very excited. This trip is going to be amazing though. It is my first time back in Seattle since I moved to Austin in January. I will make sure to post about all my adventures, but I'd like to focus on the excitement of travel for a bit. When I was younger we rarely took vacations that required a plane ride. So when we did get to fly somewhere I always felt like it was a very special occasion. Later in my teens and early 20's, I was in a band. I booked us every out of state gig I could just to go see the world. I loved being on tour and seeing all the amazing places this country has to offer. When I owned a small record label for awhile I even took my travels to the next level. We would book events out of state, and fly down our whole staff. We'd put everyone up in a hotel, and it just felt like I was this young hip professional jet setting all over the country making money, and leading a fabulous life.

I'm not sure why I felt such an excitement to get on a plane and get off a few hrs later several thousands of miles away. I know that I always felt a little to big for Oklahoma growing up, and I'm glad that my parents agreed. I guess I'm writing this to see if anyone feels the same way. I know that it's easy to become jaded with security lines, baggage check, tiny seats, and all the unpleasantness of travel, but does anybody else out there still get excited to get on a plane? If not, I'm ok with being the weirdo.

OK so I haven't been keeping up with wines for recommendation, so here is another one. The winemaker is Penfold's. The bottle is the Thomas Hyland Shiraz. Penfold's is a huge winery from Australia. Because the rest of the world hasn't caught on to the amazing wines coming out of Australia their wine is typically sold cheaper. Penfold's does have some absolutely incredible high priced wines as well, but the majority of their wine is very reasonable. This bottle ranges from $19-$23 depending on where you are buying from. A little about "Shiraz." If you like Syrah, then you will love Shiraz, because they are the same thing. Different parts of the world call the same grapes different things. Confusing as it is, it doesn't happen too often, and this is definitely the biggest example. The flavor characteristics for this wine from me, which is not to say you will have something completely different, are as follows.

The wine seems mild to medium bodied. There is a lot of juicy fruit flavors like red plum and different types of cherries. And the finish has just a little pepper. Nothing too strong or bity like crushed black pepper. It is much more subtle like the zip of a roasted bell pepper. Very delicious.

This was one of the first wines I served with fish. And yes it is more than ok to serve a red with fish, don't be so stuck up about it lol. My absolute favorite dish for pairing this wine is a grilled salmon filet with lemon pepper and dill. It really brings out a meaty quality in the fish that is quite nice, as well as the lemon compliments the fruit of the wine and adds acidity. Always make sure there is a little black pepper on the fish before serving with this wine, because what it does to the finish is what really made me fall in love with this bottle. That little bit of cracked pepper makes the real lip smacking fruit flavors jump forward, and then just adds a really clean refreshing little nip of that spice on the end. I know that all these descriptions may sound really snarky, so let me try a different description.

This wine reminds me of eating a delicious caprese salad. Big juicy tomato flavor, and subtle sweet and savory notes from the olive oil, only to be finished with that great little bite of fresh cracked pepper. I hope that helped clarify a few things for you. I hope you enjoy this blog, and that bottle. Please feel free to leave your comments about travel, and wine, or anything for that matter lol. Thanks for reading. Good Afternoon.

....to stick to one martini when dining with your boss

I had this experience tonight, and I didn't heed this advice. It wasn't bad, but after 2 Grey Goose martini's (all thanks to Miss Cupcake's dad for turning me onto those) I felt a little more loose than I prefer in front of the higher ups. It was very pleasant, and basically a celebration of doing a good job for me so I wasn't really worried about it. That being said, you can never take back the night you stood on the table and sang "Benny And The Jets" at the top of your lungs while all the other patrons looked awkwardly at your rhythmic air thrusting, so it's best to limit yourself to one drink. "If it can turn into such a nightmare why even have a drink at all", could be what you're asking. Well I will tell you why. A study done by the heads of sociology at Harvard concluded that people that drink alcohol are statistically 33% more successful than people that don't. The primary reason being the amount of business discussed, and closed over drinks. So don't miss the opportunity to unite yourself with the big man over a martini or jack and coke. Just play it safe so you don't end up becoming the guy he can't look at in the office the next morning.

So I hoped that helped someone out there. Today I'd like to tell you a story. My father, who also writes an equally successful blog (http://www.dad-imjustsaying.blogspot.com/) wrote a blog about how much we all enjoy story time, so I will piggyback his idea and just share one of my favorites.

After all the great successes, and more importantly the huge failures I've had in my life, I tried to sit down and define myself. You know, that thought you come to where you say, "who am I? what do I stand for." In the event of big failures in our personal life (divorce or accident) and professional (fired or failed business) we start to question these things. When I hit bottom, and was deep in self evaluation, I kept coming back to a story I used to tell all my friends that my Dad told me. So here it is.

One morning two men are walking down the street to the coffee shop. Headed their direction is a woman. The woman is dragging her feet and slouched over with a displeased look on her face (very similar to what we all feel like on Monday headed to the office). As the woman gets closer one of the guys looks at her and winks, then gives a big smile. Seeing this she immediately smiles back. Her posture straightens, and she appears to get a little swagger to her step. Once the woman is out of earshot the other guy looks at the first guy and asks "Dude, why did you do that? She's way too ugly for you. You can do so much better." To which the first gentleman replied, "Yes, but if she's a teacher, just think about what kind of day her students are going to have." This story always seemed so literal to me. And the meaning I took from it was this. You as a person have an effect on everyone you come in contact with everyday. Even if it is to a very very small degree, it is impossible to have a neutral effect. When I was deciding on what building blocks I would use to define who I am, this one seemed ideal. It wasn't something that required an immense amount of faith, because I'd experienced it so many times. And it was something I felt I could be genuinely proud of.

So as you ponder this story for the next few seconds remember this. If you are going to have an effect on everyone you see today, will it be a positive one? And let's take it the next step. If it is a positive one, will you take that little extra step to make a larger impact? Or will you just be pleasant, and forgettable. If you do choose to make a lasting impact, and make conversation with your grocery store clerk, or bank teller, I must warn you that it definitely comes back around. Be prepared for some fun doors and opportunities opening for you all over. This isn't a cure all. The DMV will still suck, and work will still be work. But, you may not just hate it so much you want to punch someone. Thanks for reading everyone. I love the comments (Dad and Gigi). Please feel free to write more, and don't hesitate telling your friends about this blog. I'd love to get some perspective from non friend/family members. Love you all. Goodnight.

....to not expect Father's Day priveleges because you baby your dog.

Yeah that's right I said it! I have got a cute puppy! Her name is Sweetie McGee, and all my readers out there know that she just celebrated her first birthday this week. So yes, I know that she isn't a real baby, but she's my baby.

Miss Cupcake and I are returning to Seattle this next weekend to visit. Because of all the activities we have planned, and the new floors in her parent's home, we decided to board Sweetie McGee for the first time ever. It was a hard decision that we spent weeks researching. We found the greatest place as a referral from a friend here in Austin. It's called Camp Bow Wow. (http://www.campbowwow.com/)

At this camp before you can board your dog here they have to be interviewed. They don't allow aggressive dogs, or dogs that don't play well with others, or any dogs not up to date on all their current vaccinations. So today was the test. We dropped Sweetie off in the morning, and almost in tears just kept assuring ourselves we were doing the right thing as we drove away. One of the great features of this place are the large number of webcams all over the facility. Anytime your dog isn't in it's private kennel, you can watch them in real time online. Needless to say once her playtime started her Mama and I watched for almost 2 solid hours biting our nails and stressing out.

Sweetie McGee is a very shy dog, and tends to hide or crawl inside herself at the site of other dogs. At first she was real nervous and went to the furthest corner of the play area. But as time went on one of the great staff members there gave her a few treats, picked her up and held her until she calmed down. Then she placed Sweetie in the middle of the area on top of this small ramp. Well she absolutely loved it there. From that little perch she could keep an eye on all the other dogs, and felt like she was a big dog, and wouldn't be stepped on. She eventually warmed up and decided to examine the hind quarters of her fellow campers until it was time for us to pick her up. All in all the experience wore all of us out. I love this dog so much it scares me to think that if I had an actual child, I'd prefer the dog lol.

In other news I wanted to give you a wine recommendation. I've been promising this for awhile so here it goes. The first wine I'm going to recommend is a white. I know! I know! But hear me out. When I started drinking wine, the idea of bringing a white to the table was almost insulting. But the truth is when it is 101 degrees outside, a cool glass of white is really appreciated. So here is a suggestion for a white I love. The wine is Louis Jadot Chardonnay.

You can generally find this bottle for under $20 in most decent grocery or liquor stores. If they don't have this particular one, the any of the Louis Jadot Chardonnay blends are excellent and similarly priced. They look the exact same except instead of saying chardonnay they have some crazy french words. This wine is really buttery and really easy to drink. Please Please PLEASE! Don't get this wine to cold. It needs to be slightly chilled below room temperature. If you make wine cold it tastes like gravel, and bitter, and won't be an enjoyable experience at all. I love how food and wine play together, and that's what really got me interested in wine to start with. This particular wine, as well as most buttery chardonnays, go well with corn based dishes. I actually really enjoy this wine with warm salty buttery popcorn. It's a great movie beverage. And if the movie starts to suck, then you just drink more to compensate. As per request tomorrow I will do a top 5 list of wines and food pairings to go with them. Nothing complicated, and nothing too expensive. Hope you enjoyed. Goodnight.

....to put your mom's birthday in your blackberry

Now don't get me wrong I'm a good son. I remembered earlier this week, and even talked about it with my Mom yesterday, but for some reason this morning when we spoke my mind didn't register it. I remembered as I had some paperwork to do and when I wrote down the date it hit me. This week has really just flown by. So I thought I would share a little about my Mom today so that you know how unforgettable this woman really is to me.

My Mom must be the strongest woman that ever lived. Being outnumbered 4 to 1 by headstrong boys in our house, I guess she would have to be. She is a passionate woman with incredible taste in everything. She dresses well and is quick to offer to pick up the tab at lunch lol.

As I was growing up when someone I knew got a haircut or wore something different I always noticed. I remember being very little and commenting on my Mom's new jewelry, shoes, or hairstyle. It was just something I always did. It wasn't until I got older that I realized that I think the reason I continued to notice and comment, was how good it made my Mom feel to hear that her little bit of extra effort was appreciated. I just knew I noticed, and always liked it. As trivial as this might sound, in all the relationships I've had in my past I can say one of the few consistencies has been how much that trait is appreciated. If I didn't have a Mom that made the extra effort to try something new, or have fun with her style, or if she didn't react so positively when I commented on it, that trait would've never became second nature. On the other hand when your ex military boss gets his buzz cut cleaned up he doesn't have the same reaction when you say "oh so you got a hair cut, looks good." I guess Dad's hair has always been the same lol.

My Mom is my movie buddy. My family is always doing something. We are generally playing games, eating, cooking something to eat, or watching a movie. My Mom and I however were always the movie team. I remember on several occasions playing hookie from family activities and hitting the theater. In fact during my divorce, one of the best memories I have is going on a Mom date to see "The Notebook" in the theater with her. It was just the push I needed to have a good cry, and blow off some steam. We both had a great time blaming allergies and laughing at eachother all the way back home.

I must say that out of all the great characteristics my Mom has, I think her patience is my favorite. Only later in life did I realize she even had any. As a very impatient person myself, it's hard to notice how patient other people are with me all the time. The fact that she didn't just come home guns ablazin' one day is really a shocker. She knows exactly how to give up in a conversation without being patronizing. This is a skill I have a feeling I may never master.

So I write this blog to say "Thank you Mom." You have inspired, supported, guided, and enriched this son's life more than you will ever know. And if you want to go see that movie "The Proposal," sometime soon, I will make a special trip out there just for you.

To my legions of followers that didn't give birth to me, I hope you aren't to disappointed that this post wasn't the recipes and wine I promised. But I swear to give you a great price breakdown and tasting notes on exactly what wine's I recommend for this wonderful summer season. (Oh and if you didn't cry during "The Notebook" I'm not the weird one, YOU ARE!).

Goodnight, and please support my Dad's blog http://www.dad-imjustsaying.blogspot.com/ and my brothers blog http://www.maybetodayworld.blogspot.com/. If you get a chance, I added a funny pole to my blog, and would love to see how you vote. It's on the top right corner of the page. Enjoy, and see you tomorrow.

....to learn how to ride a bike while you're young

As the oldest of 3 boys my brothers got to learn from my mistakes, although I'm not sure the middle brother actually paid attention. I come from a family of very quick witted, and snarky people. It has always been customary to exploit eachother's shortcomings for yours, and anyone else in the rooms enjoyment. Now it sounds like we were a bunch of jerks that you'd like to see stuck on the side of the road changing a tire and getting what we deserve. But it always came from a place of love, and good humor. I can honestly say I wouldn't of had it any other way.

I say all that to tell you this. My youngest brother was always the baby of the group. All he had to do was just look up at my parents with those sad eyes, and his 2 months of grounding would turn into "you have to go to bed an hour early tonite." When I was younger, although incredibly frustrating, I was always amazed to watch it happen. That being said, as an older brother, and with my parents unable to do any of his needed disciplining, middle bro and I took it upon ourselves to cut the young one down to size from time to time.

One of the great examples of this was learning to ride a bike. You see our little brother didn't learn to actually ride a bike on his own until he was 13 years old. That "ride of passage" if you will, never interested him. He was quieter, and had his qwerks. We would tease him all the time. And when his friends would come over, we would make sure to see if they all wanted to go ride bikes around the neighborhood. (Don't worry, if you're thinking to yourself that I'm a total asshole I get mine in the end, so just keep reading.........and don't be so judgemental. It was funny!).

Well a recent change has happened in my life. I've recently turned 26, moved to Austin, TX from Seattle, WA, and realized that I can't drink soda and eat burgers all day, and stay in shape. So I did what every guy my age group does when they hit this wall and tried watching what I eat. I'm not sure I totally grasped that concept because I made sure to keep a real close watch on all the junkfood while I was eating it, and I still gained weight! So realizing that Coca Cola is something that my body is not capable of doing without I decided to exercise. I'm not sure if you guys know this, but Lance Armstrong lives in Austin, TX. As well as there is an enormous biking community. So that's what I did. I got a bike!

Knowing my propencity to giving up on things I don't enjoy (thanks high school algebra, I can't say I learned nothing I guess) I decided if I was going to do it I would go all the way. I bought I good road bike, with the shoes that clip into the pedals, the helmet, computer, pump, repair kit, water bottle, nice lock, and yes the bicycle shorts. After taking one bike out on a 5 minute test ride, the next day I woke up quite sore. So with injuries still tender, when I went to purchase the bike I threw pride out the window for comfort. As my family has become aware of my new healthy hobby, and the less than flattering uniform, there has been no shortage of jokes at what a site I must be huffing down the road. And to their credit I'm sure they are 100% accurate.

During a trip my youngest brother and his fiance took to visit me, Miss Cupcake, and Sweetie McGee in Austin, we saw a great many number of cyclists on our adventures around the city. And man did he ever make sure to take advantage of some payback. No matter where we were, diner, movies, shopping, or even just driving along. Whenever we saw someone that was obviously "new" to biking he'd yell "There goes my brother." Or he'd ask me in front of a waitress, "is that what you look like?" Yes yes it all came full circle.

You know maybe the really good idea is don't make fun of your brother for not riding a bike, because you might end up as some out of shape amateur in the Lance Armstrong starter kit puffing your way to a heart attack when it bites you in the ass.

Sorry there were no pics of the food from the last couple days. Tomorrow's blog will be all about food, and a few wines I love that aren't rough on the pocketbook. So hope you had a great Thursday, and goodnight.

....to not go grocery shopping while you're hungry.

It always happens to me. I'm a little hungry, and then the suggestion is made to go pick up a certain few items for dinner from the store. Those items turn into you should just grab everything, and the next thing I know it I came for eggs, but I have a full cart with 3 bags of beef jerky. However, I will say that the fruits and vegetables looked especially good today so I stocked up. Totally organic, incredibly healthy, and absolutely delicious. We made a vegetable salad that I will post pictures of with a recipe tomorrow. It's one of our favorite summer dishes. I'm also going to be making a quiche. It's my dad's recipe. He also just started a blog, and you can check it out at www.dad-imjustsaying.com. I will make sure to include the recipe for that one as well.

I went to meet a client today at a place called Bone Daddy's in Austin, TX. I love Texas, but I don't understand why there is such a fascination with these Hooter's style eateries. All the girls are VERY scantily clad, and it just seems like a place you put the high school cheerleader out to pasture. I'm sure everyone there makes very good money, and I'm never one to step on the toes of someone expressing their sexuality, but aren't there enough of these places. In my line of work, and do business with a lot of contractors and construction companies, and it seems we always end up at these fine establishments. Twin Peeks, Hooters, Bone Daddy's, etc. I suppose if I didn't have a stunning girlfriend to come home to, that I might get desperate enough to go to one of these places and stare at women that think I'm a creep, but I'm a very lucky man. I really think that one of the most disappointing factors about these places is that I really enjoyed the FOOD! Hooters wings, Twin Peeks fried pickles, and Bone Daddy's stuffed jalapenos. They were all delicious! I would frequent all of these establishments if I didn't feel like a complete perv every time I went in there.

So I hope all of you checked out Pandora today, and I'm dying to know what you thought. Leave me some comments so we can all see how well it worked for you. At this point I'm exhausted and my body is ready to publish this post so that I can sleep. So Goodnight everyone, and may tomorrow bring you an opportunity to grab the reins and open a whole new world for yourself.

to pace yourself when drinking puppy champagne!

So today was Sweetie McGee's first birthday! She started out with a little happy birthday song that her Mama and I sang to her. Then it was a rollercoaster ride of treats, walks, fetch, and naptime. The highlight of the day was a puppy shopping spree. Her Mama and I took her to a really cute puppy boutique shop in Cedar Park/N. Austin. If you have a dog and live in Austin you must go by. The lady that owns it is so sweet. She stayed open an extra hr to help us out, and loves making the dogs that shop there so happy. It's called Doggie Deli Boutique http://www.doggiedeliboutique.com/. On the spree Sweetie picked out a new harness and leash, as well as some new toys, treats, and a party hat. She got a cookie shaped like a bday cake, and some treats in the shape of a burger and fries. By the time we got home she was so excited to play and try her new treats she ran in circles for a whole 5 minutes!! Then it was puppy nap time. Oh well it's only her first bday, and a wonderful one at that. Here are some pics I hope you enjoy them.

As for the rest of us that don't get to nap whenever we want, and lick ourselves in public, today was still nice. A gorgeous morning with blue skies and 70 degrees turned into a blistering hot 100 degrees and as musty as the old guys that play racquetball at my gym. However the morning was wonderfully peaceful. I've recently started using a french press to make fresh coffee in the morning and I'm really enjoying this new coffee I've gotten. It's called Costa Rica Tarrazu by Archer Farms. It is absolutely delicious. As I sat with an english muffin and my new perfect coffee I felt like I needed the perfect soundtrack to get my work done. I created an Aretha Franklin radio station on Pandora.com to listen to while I worked. I think it's pretty impossible to listen to those old soul artists and be anything but in a wonderful mood. So here is my challenge for tomorrow. If you haven't discovered www.pandora.com you need to check it out NOW! Go there and get started it's free! Once you've created an account start building stations. But tomorrow I want to challenge everyone to make a station that is from that old soul era. James Brown, Aretha Franklin, Stevie Wonder, The Temptations, etc., and listen to it for a couple of hours. I'm curious to see what it does to your day and current mood, because it had such a wonderful affect on mine, so leave me a comment and let me know.

I'll leave you with a thought today. It may seem silly or ridiculous to throw a birthday party for your dog (if you don't have a furry family member of your own), but something amazing happens to you when you share your love with someone else, no matter how many legs they have. The time we spend on this earth is so short, it's a shame to not give yourself as many great moments as possible. So whether it's great coffee, a song that takes you back, or a ridiculous party for your furry friend, make an effort to add something to make your time special everyday. Goodnight.

....to not wait so long before doing the dishes

Why is it that no matter what I do, or how much I clean that day, there are always dishes? As a guy (that is guilty of a few stereotypes) why do I insist on waiting until the sink is overflowing with dirty dishes? I like a clean house, and really enjoy living in one, but I'm fairly certain that there is a group of soda drinking, sandwich eating, bandits out there that break in when I'm napping and fill that sink with dishes. Where do these guys come from? And why can't they rinse the plate after eating eggs? So I suppose today's good idea is do your dishes now. Yes Now! Ok read this blog first, but you have to promise to get up and do them as soon as you're done. (Oh who am I kidding that's how it starts, and we all know how it ends) I'll just say this, fruit flies, although have a cute name, aren't cute. They're nasty. If it gets to the point that they are hanging out, call and apologize to your mother, and don't ever let it happen again.

Today was kind of fun. It was really relaxed for a monday. I know I know, if it was so laid back how come I didn't do the dishes. Well get off my back ok, we've moved on. My dog, who is affectionately named Sweetie McGee, hungout and napped next to me while I worked from home. Tomorrow is her first birthday, and her Mama and I are taking her to get a new harness and leash tomorrow. We will also be picking up some party favors and a pupcake so look forward to some pictures in the next couple days.

I guess I should introduce myself. I'm a guy, and my name is Odas. I live in Austin, TX by way of Oklahoma City and Seattle. I live with my girlfriend Katie Cupcake and our dog Sweetie McGee. This is my life, my family, my friends, my city, my music, my food, and my take on a few ideas. I hope you enjoy, and your feedback is always welcome.