Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Welcome to the Jungle

About two weeks ago, Joel calls me up and goes "dude have you heard that new song where the guy is like 'what you gonna do with all that ass in those jeans?' I love it!!"


I feel like that.....just now discovering myspace. Looks like everyone beat me here, and I can't be like "yo check out this awesome new site I found!" Even my brother, who is less into internet communities than anyone I know, is here. Hell, my fiancee even has a profile here. Which begs the question, "where the hell have I been?"

Rant of the day:

Last night I get home and we have a message on the machine. It's our landlord. She says that our downstairs neighbor brought her cigarette butts and that "we can't smoke anywhere on the property, even the parking lots." She was totally accusing and sounded a little mad at us. Then she says that this is the second time they've had complaints. That's be all well and good, but WE DON'T SMOKE! Perhaps Sylvia downstairs and Marie the landlady should get together and start their own CSI:Corvallis. They seem to have it all figured out. I was willing to just ignore it, but Rachel was kind grumpy when she got home last night, so I think that Briar Ridge Apartments might feel the wrath of a 5'1" 115 pound tornado of anger today. God help them.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

When will I grow up?

There's a Jimmy Buffett song where he talks about how he's growing older, not up. That's how I feel. I thought about this as I played basketball last night at OSU, ran home to eat scrambled eggs for dinner, watched American Idol and then played Xbox and Spider Solitaire 'til one in the morning. Now here I am on my break at work writing in an online journal. And you know what? I enjoy all of that. Love it actually. Rachel thinks it's weird that I'm going to be playing video games with our children someday. I think that'll be fun. Some people think it's weird that I play basketball with 18-19 year olds at the rec center every night. They don't seem to mind, as long as I don't suck. Then it's like "why's the fat old guy here?" Lucky for me I don't suck.


The point is, I have no clue what is "age-appropriate" activities are for people in their mid twenties. Too old to play video games and have slumber parties, too young to work on the garden or take kids to soccer practice on the weekends. If anyone knows how I'm supposed to live my life right now, please let me know. In the meantime, we're watching the OC tonight if anyone wants to hang out.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

What if?

Just a thought that crossed my mind while reading the tabloids at Winco today:


How funny would it be if Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie named their baby Jennifer? I mean, can you just see this conversation:

Brad: So what should we name her?
Ang: I think Jennifer.
Brad: Uhhhh, honey? Can we just name her something else.
Ang: What are you scared of what people would think?
Brad: You aren't?
Ang: I wore blood around my neck and french kissed my brother.
Brad: Good point. I still think we should name her Cinnamon or Paprika or something, ANYTHING else.
Ang: As God is my witness Brad, we're naming this baby Jennifer. This is happening and there's nothing you can do or say
Brad: OK....can we just have sex now?
Ang: Say 'I want to name the baby Jennifer' first.
Brad: Are you serious?
Ang: SAY IT!!!!!!
Brad: I want to name the baby Jennifer. Please don't hurt me!

I thought this was hysterical.

Another funny thing......Yesterday I was looking at the OSU Beavers website to find the time of the basketball game and there was a big picture of Athletic Director Bob DeCarolis on the page. Rachel goes "Hey I know that guy! He works out at Timberhill. What's he doing on the Beaver webpage?" I'm like "uh...he's the AD," and Rachel gets this shocked look on her face and goes "oh crap!" I ask what's up, and she says "Well, he's always wearing Beaver clothing when he works out, so today I walked up to him and said "so, you're big Beaver fan?" in an attempt to be friendly. I guess that explains the confused look on his face."

That too I found hysterical. That's like walking up to Paul Allen and saying "so you like the Blazers?"

Great stuff!