Lottery

The lottery tonight is a world record 540 million dollars. Which of course after taxes and if you take it in a lump sum, you are looking at more like around 200 m. I, of course, bought a ticket. How can you not spare $1 for the possibility of earning a 54,000,000,000% return on investment. I don't care how remote that possibility is. I heard that you are 8,000x more likely to be murdered and 20,000x more likely to be killed in a car accident. Which means if I do win the lottery, I should probably be pretty worried.

Anyway, quick list of how I will spend the money that I will inevitably win tonight. I will spend it in percentages not in actual dollar amounts.

10% to charity

20% to upgrading homes, probably a private island somewhere in Fiji

10% to family/close friends that need it

1% to buying exotic animals for my private island which would definitely include a pygmy hippo

15% to play with (jettskis, cars, courtside season tix to the orlando magic, disney on ice, etc.)

10% to buying a private jet and learn how to pilot

30% save and invest

4% misc.

This is going to be....awesome.

Uh-nuh-tha Day

Kobi ate through the dry wall in his room today. There is about a 3 x 3 foot square piece of drywall that is in place in the laundry room that acts as sort of a little door to a storage area. Kobi had been working on it a while, he finally ate through the bottom of it, causing it to tip over and wedge itself between the laundry machine and the door, making it virtually impossible to open the door. It took a little persistence and a little lowering of the shoulder and we were in.

Anyway, I know it was Kobi too. I have no eyewitnesses, and he hasn't personally given a confession of guilt. But the evidence is incontrovertible. The tennis balls that have accumulated on the other side of the wall, the traces of white powder on his nose that has tested positive for dry wall, and the undeniable look of guilt that is all over that 1 year old pup face of his. It was him. Although not catching him in the act has complicated the disciplinary actions that must be taken if we hope for this to end. I'll have to tighten my security measures. Time to get creative... *suspenseful one bar outro* <-- I have no idea what that means.

No baby yet!

It is an interesting time in our lives. I am at the age (25) where I am definitely looking, acting, and feeling older than people in college. In fact, Doug and I were playing pickup basketball at Davenport, and he overheard one of the guys refer to him as "that old guy," and Doug is younger than me! I know I will look back at this post 20, 30, maybe 50 years from now and say, oh to be 25 again. I know I am not old. It has just really hit me lately how fast time passes, it feels like just yesterday I was in high school.

I know I am definitely in the baby making years, in fact several of our friends who are younger than us have 1 or more kids. It just still feels to early for Carrie and I. We still have so many things we want to do before we are "tied down" so to speak. I felt this way before getting married though too. People made it sound like when you get married, all of the sudden you have to become a responsible adult who works 9-5, vacations in Virginia once a year, lives in a house with a white picket fence and watches documentaries on the civil war during the evenings. But what I've found in our marriage is that it is completely different than that. In my experience, married life is the same as single life. It is just that you have another person to share those life experiences with. I suppose if you marry the wrong person, things can get frustrating and those feelings might settle in. For me, marrying someone who appreciates the little things in life and who is as spontaneous as me, marriage has not ended those life adventures at all, but in fact made them so much more enjoyable.

So tomorrow Carrie and I are going to put together a bucket list of things we want to do before we have a baby. I'll keep you posted.

Bizzeeee

Wow, 2 posts in 2 days after not posting since 2010, I am so proud of me!

As you all know (...or just me, since I am the only one that reads this), I love my wife. One of the things I love about her is that she has so many talents. She is always doing something whether it is cooking, baking, designing, decorating, creating, photographing, organizing, cleaning, running, exercising, changing a diaper, playing with the kids, making food for the kids, dancing with the kids...you name it she does it, all of it REALLY well, and usually she does it all within the course of a day. I don't know how, she actually makes me really tired.

So one of the things about having that much to do...well...one tends to have a lot on his/her mind at any given moment. That leads me to a story about last night. You see, sometimes she will be thinking about something, have a question about it, but by the time she is able to phrase the question and allow it the opportunity to escape from her mouth, she has already moved on to something else she needs to be thinking about.

I can always tell when she has a lot on her mind, because her eyes will be somewhat glazed over, her voice somewhat soft, the words slow to come out, and the questions that she will ask me are typically spontaneous in nature, blurted out in the most random of times. And they tend to be phrased in such a way that leaves me no opportunity to comprehend what she is referring to, let alone try and put together a helpful and thoughtful response. Which, by the way, can drive me crazy because I usually love to give my input.

Such was the case last night. She is planning a date night for a couple and will be serving sparkling grape juice. Her question was an easy one. She was simply wondering if sparkling grape juice had a twist off cap or a cork. This was important because if sparkling grape juice did in fact have a cork, it would mean that she would then be required to bring a corkscrew. So, to make a short story long, I, sitting on the couch innocently watching a college basketball game, fell victim to the following question...

Carrie: "Hey babe..."

Me: "yeah"

Carrie: ".........um........do the................do the juice things have a twisty thing?"

Me: "do the juice THINGS....have a TWISTY thing?? ..................................*punches the nearest pillow*

..and that is a prime example of what happens at least twice a week.

Date Night

First update of 2012, trying to get back into this. Tonight was a Froggy's date night with my wife. Love that restaurant, love that woman, we laughed so much tonight. Going on 4 years of marriage this August and it still feels like she is my girlfriend that I get nervous around.

It is in the 70s all week and we are in the middle of March...crazy! And sunny! I love sun. This conversation took place yesterday. Me: "Babe, do you think I can get sunburned if I sit out on the deck to do my work?" Babe (aka Carrie): "Yes, of course you can." Me: "no, I think the earth is to far away from the sun on its orbit since it is only March." Carrie: *gives me a weird look* Me: "...yeah. That sounds right." ....Yep. I was a tomato last night. Once again my wife was right and I clearly had no idea what I was talking about.

Teej and I are working on a new project. Teej is getting really knowledgeable about how Google works, so he thinks he can market our music really effectively. We are writing and recording an EP, 4 or 5 songs, then posting it online for the world. We are going to be famous! Problem is, it is only him and I recording all the tracks...this could be an issue if we ever have to play a live show. I guess we will cross that bridge when we come to it!

That is all for now. More soon, hopefully!