they tell me me seat cusion can be used as a floatation device/pray to god they aint lying

So I am flying to Ontario California Monday morning at the ass crack of dawn. My flight takes off at 6 am from Manchester. I land in Ontario at 2pm their time which for all you math majors out there is 5 pm NH time. That my friends is 11 hours of travel for some VW thing that was cool last year and gets me out of work for 3 days this year, but I'm wondering is it worth it?

Last year, I ended up in the national finals which were held in Ontario. The first round of "testing" was held in Atlanta in August. It was 100*F when I got off the plane. Man that was effing hot. This year, I have to fly across the country for same first round. Me thinks that I would rather go back to Atlanta this time but I digress.

I guess what worries me when I go to places unfamiliar is that fear of the unknown. What if theres an earthquake and LA falls off into the ocean? Does that meat that the Celtics automaticly get game 5 and the championship because the Staples Center is floating somewhere near the Mexican coast?

Last year I flew to Cali on 9/11. Now I'm not a doomsdayer kinda guy, but I couldn't help but notice it was a little creepy to fly that day. I suppose that probably would be the best day all year to fly due to the tragic date, but it still came into my head as weird.

What it really comes down to is I am not a fan of planes. I know they say it's the safest way to travel, but it's still a little scary. I am not a religous man, but I pray to something when that bird takes off and lands. I don't think that there is anybody who really likes plane rides. Maybe the pilots do. I'm pretty sure flight attendents don't. They are pissed all the time. Don't ask for extra cream in your coffee, the may throw it at you.

So as I finish up, wish me luck and in the words of the band moe. song plane crash "...they tell me my seat cushion can be used as a floatation device/pray to god they ain't lying.." Only problem is, I'm going across land.

Hello all. It's me.

Greetings.



It's been a while since I just sorta rambled so here goes.



I have decided as I approach my dirty thirty that I really enjoy cooking. My favorite show on YumTV (Food Network) is Good Eats. Alton knows how to bring home cooking home. I also think that Giadda is the hottest thing on TV. Man, she could give me some everyday Italian everyday. Back to Alton. He makes cooking fun, which is what the issue with cooking has always been for me. I never enjoyed cooking. I really now enjoy putting meals together whether its on the grille or baking cookies. I don't know if its age, maturation, incresed patience or the love of it I never knew until recently.



I juste watched Coco get tackled and pummeled by about 5 Devil Rays. I don't care what the uniform says, They're still the Devil Rays to me. Anyway, Coco got ejected, the Rays pitcher got ejected. After watching the replay, I am sure that some lofty suspensions will be handed down because he got sucker punched by like 5 different guys under there.



Now I just watched the phenom bust up his wrist making another highlight reel catch. Man I hope that doesn't kill them. Youk is playing right field right now.


I tried not to make this a sports blog, but man I just love sports. Baseball has been my passion for as long as I can remember. Well actually that was 1987. That was the year that I first started watching my beloved Red Sox on a regular basis and really understood it. As any young kid growing up in New England, I thought that Roger Clemens was a god. Had I known that he was luring 15 year olds into his hotel room, I may have thought different. I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that now I feel like I love more than just baseball. I've done my best to try to stay up and watch the NBA playoffs. I really have to ask what the NBA has against the east coast. Come on really 9:00 start time. How do you expect to grow a fan base of younger kids when the games are getting over when they are getting up to go to school. Baseball are you reading too. Your just as much to blame with your playoffs. Why can't there be 1 game that starts in the afternoon or early evening for us eastcoasters. The pregame stuff starts after bed time for most kids I know. All I'm saying is equal times for each coast. Good thing the Lakers aren't in Hawaii or tipoff wouldn't be until midnight east coast time.

So my mom went to see the old brawl game. I called her afterwards to see how it went. She was telling me she had to go because she had to get in the car. So I asked "Mom where did you park the car?" Thats right, she pahked the cah in Haved Yahd. Only Ma Bell.

I slowly have become a fan of the text messaging. I was slow to respond but after a little while, I've come around. It's great because it is very non intrusive. If somebody sends you a text, just check it and nod, or shake your head or smile or do whatever you want. And how many times do you want to have a conversation without talking. Yeah me too. Just drop a line and be on your way. But no picture messages. I still have to pay for those bitches.

My best friend from high school asked me to be in his wedding and I graciously accpeted. This is the first wedding I will have been in and am really looking forward to it. I have heard a range of reaction from "congratulations" to "Ahh I've been in so many weddings, I wouldn't do it again". Well the congrats shouldn't go to me, but to my friend who finally is making an honest woman out of his signifigant other. I'm very happy for them and extremely honored that he would ask me, although if the tables were turned he would be at the top of the list of people that I would want in my wedding party. Maybe someday.

So I'm going to Cali in a week and a half. It's this volkswagen thing that I did last year that I'm doing again this year. It's hard to explain. Its like a role playing to see how well I know how to do my job. I do know how to do my job pretty well. Anyway, they always set us up pretty well at any Volkswagen event. Nice hotel, Great food, warm weather, maybe win a trip to The Carabiean. Hopefully, we'll see.

The carabien is one of those words that is pronounced 2 ways and I never know which is right. Is it Ka-rib-e-n or Cara-bein? Anyway its damned nice or so I've been told.