tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51230124039394169162024-03-07T16:24:19.468-05:00Nouveau BloggerNouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.comBlogger490125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-13007705912522765872011-10-12T12:54:00.002-04:002011-10-12T15:33:15.119-04:00Hi<div><span style="color:#999999;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ummm</span>....yeah, hi....sorry about that. I had to put the blog down to answer the door and found the Jehovah's Witness sales pitch fascinating. Where were we?</span></div>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-30486702304030539742011-09-07T16:09:00.004-04:002011-10-12T15:31:09.589-04:00Fore!<div><span style="color:#999999;">Shot my best golf ound of the year on Monday on a rather difficult course - 79. VERY excited because I have a trip to Trump National Golf Course (Westchester NY), Cape Cod tournament and another outing the following week all on tap.</span></div>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-79329781259843410592011-08-26T16:50:00.003-04:002011-08-26T16:57:00.729-04:00Gettin' It Good<span style="color:#999999;">Nooo...not that kind of Gettin' It Good. You perverts!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#999999;">My daughter has it good. Damn good. Her summer:</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#999999;">1 week of camp with her two best friends -- crafts, sports, bowling, mini-golf, pool, etc.</span>
<br /><span style="color:#999999;">1 week of golf camp (1/2 day) then swim /ice skating camp (2nd half of day)</span>
<br /><span style="color:#999999;">2 weeks of vactaion in Mytle Beach with her family (twas lovely)</span>
<br /><span style="color:#999999;">1 week of vacation on a lake in Maine with her Aunt</span>
<br /><span style="color:#999999;">4 weeks of swim camp, with morning sports activities thrown in</span>
<br /><span style="color:#999999;">1 week of adventure camp w/ swimming, rock climbing, zip lines, etc.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#999999;">Throw in assorted weekend excursions to the beach, shopping, cookouts, mini golf, family parties and friend's birthday parties (she goes to like 3 per month).</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#999999;">Yeah. She got it good. Its cool to be 8!</span>
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<br />NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-56059930579103429502011-08-25T11:11:00.001-04:002011-08-25T11:12:51.491-04:00Weather or Not<span style="color:#999999;">So Tuesday we had an earthquake and Sunday we expect a hurricane. I AM still in Connecticut, right?</span>
<br />NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-56128584061658764792011-06-10T16:21:00.004-04:002011-06-10T16:27:06.298-04:00Let's Get Physical<span style="color:#999999;">I had a long overdue physical today. Apart from the fact that he didn't buy me dinner before violating me (he did apologize ahead of time), he was very happy with my health. I have slightly elevated blood pressure (my family is riddled with hypertension) so he gave me a 'script just to keep it in check. Otherwise I'm fine. Although I've been trying to drop a few pounds in the past few weeks, he called me "lean". I'm not fat, but I'm not lean. Furthermore, h</span><span style="color:#999999;">e also seemed to think I am much more fit than I am based on the heart test results. So I'll go with that as well. </span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#999999;">Am I more fit than I give myself credit for? Or is he just used to seeing big slobs?</span></p><span style="color:#999999;">He even thought my tats were cool. That makes him cool in my book.</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-36682926318523447512011-06-06T16:38:00.005-04:002011-06-06T16:45:32.444-04:00Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner<span style="color:#999999;">After taking a half day to play golf with my buddy and playing my best of the year, I won $245 playing poker Friday night. That's a cool way to start a weekend.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Saturday night I had a date with the wife. Its the first time we've left the boy with anyone and the girl had a sleepover. We saw <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1411697/">The Hangover II</a>. Hysterical! If you liked the first one, you'll like this one. Then we went to a nice late dinner - and I ordered fish! Yes, red meat lover that I am, I wanted a change of pace. And it was good! Such a lovely evening.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Then, on Sunday, I was able to finally fix my gas grill to my satisfaction. It's been a pain for 2 years, but I finally think its all set now. I'm such a t</span><span style="color:#999999;">ypical guy, I love all things cooked over open flames. AND, I was able to fix the gas burner on the stove the same day! I'm regular Tim Allen lately! </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Then today I weighed myself and I'm down almost 5 pounds in 10 days! My crash diet for vacation next month is off to a flying start. Nothing like waiting until the last minute, eh?</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Quite the positive experiences the past few days.</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-88810171061270230122011-06-02T16:29:00.001-04:002011-06-02T16:30:16.674-04:00Stand Up, Stand Up....<span style="color:#999999;">My little guy is <em>standing </em>on his own. But he hasn't taken a step yet. Any minute now he will.</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-5437631441057781972011-05-23T14:07:00.004-04:002011-05-23T14:33:59.785-04:00Family!<span style="color:#999999;">Yesterday, we hosted a get-together for our son's 1st birthday. It was around 24 people or so and I enjoy hosting, usually. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">But let me tell you about my brother's family: yeah the one that <a href="http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2007/11/turkey-wrap.html">ran out of food </a>on Thanksgiving! His wife and his 22-year old son are just friggin' weird. There's no nice way to put it. The kid does not in the slightest grasp social nuances or graces. And his mother's semi-superior attitude has worn me to the bone.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Of course, this is after a history of "issues" with them, so as I tell this tale, bear in mind its not the first such thing.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">What was originally an outdoor party became an indoor one because it got cool outside. Lasagna was the main meal and there was a lot of it so it was taking a bit longer to re-heat than expected. The masses were hungry, so I couldn't blame them for being a bit anxious to eat. However, the family I mentioned above all camped out in my 9 x 14 kitchen, getting completely underfoot and doing nothing to expedite things. When the lasagna was close, we set out bread and salad, etc. on the "buffet" table in the adjoining dining room. The son, who now has a girlfriend - how he has one is a mystery of the universe - and said girlfriend start to serve themselves. I mention, "dinner's not quite ready, you guys might want to hold off just now." </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">"No, we're okay." was his response and they continued to serve themselves and sit down and eat! In normal society, my statement really means "dinner is not ready, please don't start in yet" does it not? But they don't take the clue and his mom comes over and starts helping herself next! What's the proper way to tell people to stop fucking eating! My mom would do it and it would come across as rude. So we said nothing.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Dinner is finally served maybe 20 minutes later and guess who the first three persons were in line? And they ALL grabbed more bread and salad. I mean, really? Really? We had enough food - but not by too much - we expected 17. Mind you, anything that family does frustrates me and I dont' suffer fools well but I bit my tongue. I had no idea until this morning how pissed off the nearly unflappabel Mrs. Nouveau was either.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">A little later, my wife asks the mom, out sister in law, if she can get her anything to drink. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">"What do you have?" is the response.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">My wife responded, "Well, we have beer, all different sorts of wine, margaritas, most mixed drinks, coke, diet coke, root beer, orange soda, lemonade and bottled water." Now, in text I can't do the impression my wife does of my sister-in-law, but think of the whiniest voice you can when you read she answered, "Hmmmm, well, ummmmmm......I don't really want any of that.....I guess just a water then." She seemed <em>completely</em> disappointed.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Unbelievable! I ask this, gentle reader and answer honestly. What is NOT on that list that any reasonable party-goer would expect to be offered? Clamato? Prune juice? Moxie? Seriously, if you're tastes are so off the beaten path for refreshments perhaps you should really bring your own. Am I wrong. Everyone else seemed to find something acceptable.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I am pretty much best friends with my brother so I really try not to say anything, but his family drives me bonkers! In fact, drives everyone bonkers.</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-51531725012594380612011-05-19T14:08:00.002-04:002011-05-19T14:11:32.937-04:00Just Trust Me On This One<span style="color:#999999;">My daughter wanted to wear a pretty summer dress today with white tights underneath. When she couldn't find any tights, she decided to pull her knee socks up to mid-thigh.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I struggled to explain to her why that's not a good look for an 8-year-old. Needless to say, she did NOT go to school like that.</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-50248036988508606742011-05-16T12:34:00.001-04:002011-05-16T12:35:09.146-04:00Blog-It<span style="color:#999999;">A bunch of my blogger labels are screwey! I don't need this shit. I barely have/make time to blog as it is, let along fix stuff.</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-48658752401496539152011-05-12T13:57:00.001-04:002011-05-16T12:34:04.230-04:00Fans<span style="color:#999999;">But my little girl wants to come watch me <a href="http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2011/05/hang-it-up.html">play softball tonight</a>. That's kind of cool to have her tag along. It'll be fun to show her that her old man's not half bad even if he's not what he once was, you know? </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">She's in her 2nd year playing and has been progressing leaps and bounds. She's one of the better ones on the team, knows it, yet wants to practice to get even better so I'm helping her with that. She's even slightly interested in watching baseball on TV to learn more about it.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">At least the weather's spectacular. Wish me luck.</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-70940848530239070922011-05-11T11:06:00.003-04:002011-05-11T11:30:57.212-04:00Hang it Up?<span style="color:#999999;">Softball begins tomorrow night. I think for the first time in my life I'm not looking forward to it in the slightest. I <em>know</em> they're going to want me to play outfield and, frankly, my old bones and muscles can't do it anymore. Yet, I seem to be the best option they have.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">My mind still harkens back to playing tournament level games where I wasn't sure I belonged and marveled at the talent levels of those around me. In retrospect, I must have belonged because I was asked to play by the team owners and its not like they didn't have choices. For the most part I played quite well. I've also played for many local, talented teams who've gone on to the championship.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Now I'm jaded. I sit and marvel at the <em>inablility</em> of my teamates and their general lack of baseball knowledge as a whole. I've tried ahrd and adapted a bit over the years and try to make it more fun than competitive yet I'm getting to the point where I don't feel I can be competitive. I even fear embarrassing myself out there. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I know I can't do what I could or really even come close to it. I really want to be the guy the team can depend on and I feel I have been to this point. But I'm not sure I can be in the future. Hell, I was sore after practicing with my daughter on Sunday. Practicing!</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I'll be 45 this year. I've said it before but have yet to follow through on it, but I think after this year I'm done.</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-10754073102782421922011-04-29T14:52:00.001-04:002011-04-29T14:53:43.298-04:00Appreciate it<span style="color:#999999;">Its been over a year now since I left my part-time gig at the casino and I <em>still</em> appreciate it when I know I don't have to give up my nights over the weekend. Especially a splendid looking one like this one coming up!</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-67701095231689569772011-04-25T11:32:00.001-04:002011-04-25T11:34:06.412-04:00Easter Hotness<span style="color:#999999;">Did everyone have a good Easter? I assume you celebrate it. Its nowhere near my favorite holiday. We went out to an incredibly over-priced Easter buffet then came back with family to my house for drinks.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">The weather was very warm, but made even warmer by how hot Mrs. Nouveau looked! </span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-25904594496017966392011-04-23T13:29:00.000-04:002011-04-23T13:29:00.609-04:00My Music<span style="color:#999999;">Three posts in a row. Pretty good, huh? Actually, these past two were pre-written. I feel guilty when I don't post knowing both my readers are anxiously anticipating my next incredible witicism (did that come across as sarcastic?).</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Anyway, I'm thinking of paring down my music on my phone. Lately, I've been skipping a number of songs. I'm not sure why, sometimes I'm just not in the mood for certain songs. And if I do it time and again, why is it on there?</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Here's my next ten per the shuffle feature:</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">1. <strong>Lonely is the Night</strong> -- <em>Billy Squier</em>. I could see myself skipping that one time and again.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">2. <strong>Just the Way You Are</strong> - <em>Billy Joel</em>. I have been skipping some of the BJ songs, even though I'm a huge fan and have most of his library loaded up. But that's never one of him. Someday I should post about what a genius BJ really is.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">3. <strong>Get Naked</strong> - <em>Methods of Mayhem</em>. M of M is Tommy Lee's band and this is the only song I know. Its <em>filthy</em> but for some reason I find it fun. Even if it can't be listened to in mixed (any) company.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">4. <strong>Get Stoned</strong> - <em>Hinder</em>. Love this band but somebody was done wrong. They have a lot of anger in their songs, but in a whimsical way, if that's possible.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">5. <strong>Stairway to Heaven</strong> - <em>Pat Boone</em>. Did you read far enough to see Pat Boone. He did an entire album of hard rock/heavy metal in his own style/voice. I think its hysterical and its actually quite good music, considering a big band is playing rock. I thought my wife would think so too, but she thinks I'm nuts for spending the money and doesn't get it at all. We can't connect on everything I guess.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">6. <strong>Breaking Inside</strong> - <em>Shinedown. </em>Another band I'm crazy about as I think I've mentioned in past posts.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">7. <strong>Never Again</strong> - <em>Nickelback. </em>Kind of a fluff band, but fun and catchy.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">8. <strong>No Leaf Clover</strong> - <em>Metallica.</em> This particular version is off the S&M album wherein they recorded with the San Fransisco Philharmonic Orchestra. Plenty of Metallica fans think they sold out doing a concert with and orchestra but I think its really cool. Heavy metal with horns and violas, cellos, violins etc. is really cool I think. I'm always a big fan of different versions of stuff I already like (see Pat Boone above).</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">9. <strong>I Am The Bulldog</strong>. <em>Kid Rock</em>. I'm starting to think I'm losing interest in KR. I used to like his stuff a ton, but I've been skipping it lately.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">10. <strong>World of Fantasy</strong> - <em>Triumph</em>. Wow, this is kind of old school '80's rock. Triumph had a great 5 year run or so, but ended up on the lower rung of Canadian Rock Trios.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">There's my 10. I'm always curious about what comes up. Your opinions?</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-62378542743490690952011-04-22T11:19:00.001-04:002011-04-22T11:19:01.083-04:00Un-Friendly<span style="color:#999999;">My mom has taken to commenting on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span> posts. Now I don't post much, but sometimes something sweet and short will strike my fancy and I'll post it. God knows why, though. So, my mom corrected my grammar in one, then, totally didn't get the joke that I was making. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I didn't have the energy to explain the joke, but I commented back that if we're going to start correcting spelling and grammar in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span>, we're in for the long haul. Among others, my wife's cousin has YET to spell a word correctly. And don't even get me started on her grammar.....</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">So I promised my mom I'd do better and she said "thanks honey". Oh brother</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Speaking of brother, my brother made a politically incorrect comment. He called himself a '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">tard</span> in one of his posts. My mom called him out on that by pointing out how non-PC that was. Unfortunately, he's not one to pick and choose battles. He always has to get into it with her.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I'm not quite sure my mom gets <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span>. Frankly, neither do I but in a different way.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Should we "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">unfriend</span>" her? Nah, the ramifications of that would be too severe.</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-22992945181624125292011-04-21T13:08:00.004-04:002011-04-21T13:19:47.155-04:00Tina Fey - Hot AND Funny<span style="color:#999999;">Really, almost a month since I posted? Yeef.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I think a lot of guys share my attraction to Tina Fey. She's so.....cute! And a comedic genius too. Below is something I stole off the internet somewhere. Funny....and poignant.</span><br /><br />Tina Fey's Prayers for Her Daughter<br /><br />First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.<br /><br />May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Bea......uty.<br /><br />When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.<br /><br />Guide her, protect her --<br /><br />When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.<br /><br />Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.<br /><br />What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.<br /><br />May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.<br /><br />Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.<br /><br />O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.<br /><br />And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.<br /><br />And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.<br /><br />“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.<br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Yeah, its more of a female point of view, but still works, no?</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-64725464554069475352011-03-25T13:55:00.001-04:002011-03-25T13:56:32.532-04:00Snow-What?<span style="color:#999999;">I don't care if its 41 and there's a cold northerly wind. I'm going golfing. Now where are my snow-shoes?</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-40366052698833222682011-03-23T11:49:00.002-04:002011-03-23T11:51:20.487-04:00I Mean, Seriously?<span style="color:#999999;">Predictions of 2 to 5 inches of snow today, tonight and into tomorrow have me asking:</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">WHAT</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">THE</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">FUCK?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#999999;">It was 73 on Friday. I payed my golf club dues and golfed over the weekend. Grrrr.....</span></div>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-54915705037156005532011-03-21T14:59:00.002-04:002011-03-21T15:03:29.869-04:00Lookee Here!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_lvoF-tbR90k6ICAe5NZV-l6cp5_pthvEaH1N359yuZGVlTd3w2n3Dt_Hxe5-tIhenoOfBl-UPVhx906JMO1rSKBM6XF7WMOj27iWmeKWlTZfy8YY00qwKNTmGmfSvrajGwTTBqPpq3i/s1600/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586610148322207794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_lvoF-tbR90k6ICAe5NZV-l6cp5_pthvEaH1N359yuZGVlTd3w2n3Dt_Hxe5-tIhenoOfBl-UPVhx906JMO1rSKBM6XF7WMOj27iWmeKWlTZfy8YY00qwKNTmGmfSvrajGwTTBqPpq3i/s320/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#999999;">That's me at about 6 months I'd guess. I keep hearing my boy looks like me. While he does the tongue thing I do there, my eyes were way bigger. I do see some similarities though.</span><br /><br /><div></div>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-46560017623269612262011-03-14T16:37:00.001-04:002011-03-14T16:39:29.931-04:00Obi Wan Sober-ish<span style="color:#999999;">Do you think Obi Wan Kenobi ever used a Jedi Mind Trick to get through an intergalactic sobriety checkpoint? Probably, right? Maybe in college.</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-73307596909534101352011-02-28T15:37:00.001-05:002011-02-28T15:39:11.188-05:00Into it All<span style="color:#999999;">Our little man, now a full 9-months old, started crawling. And boy did he go from zero to 60 fast. What was once merely content to sit in one place, occasionally reaching for things has quickly become full exploration of the entire house.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Its cute as hell, but man is it tough keeping up with him. And the baby gates are still in their brand new plastic wrappers!</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-69568494941143562852011-02-22T14:14:00.004-05:002011-02-22T14:45:29.844-05:00Money on Fire<span style="color:#999999;">I went into <a href="http://www.golferswarehouse.com/">Golfer's Warehouse</a> over the weekend to follow-up on something I'd been meaning to do for the longest time; get fit for my (or other, if needed) golf clubs. The process is pretty cool. They have you hit balls in front of an optic monitor thingy which measures club speed, ball speed, ball spin, launch angle, etc. My fitter was a great guy who after analyzing the datat told me that I would <em>always</em> struggle with the setup I had. He said my swing was pretty sound and thought I could really benefit from some after-market shafts.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">That all rang pretty true with me. I just never seemed to have 100% confidence that my equipment was correct for me. I work terribly hard at the game yet lately, I haven't been seeing the improvements I thought I deserved. He said my ball flight had too much spin for the launch angle and it wouldn't be true to me and would eventally cause me to "correct" it in the next swing making matters worse since it was caused by improper equipment rather than improper swings. Its all very technical but fascinating to a number freak like me.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">He also measured my "grouping" which is the general area where my shots were landing - yeah, the computer can compute all that - and promised me he could tighten it up with new shafts, i.e. make the circle smaller. So, if my average miss was 18 yards, he could make it like 12. That's a big deal! Furthermore, he LOVED the club-heads on my set, so apparently, the <a href="http://nouveaublogger2.blogspot.com/2010/02/golf-clubs.html">deal</a> I got last year was an actual deal. He merely thought the shafts I was playing were not correct for my swing-type.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I trusted the guy and the data. He could have sold me new gear but he felt I was best served by the stuff I have after I tweaked it. He actually talked me out of new gear because nothing in store would have had the shafts he felt were perfect for me. Plus, without me even hitting one of my hybrids (new-fangled 3 and 4-irons, which I hate) he told me there was no way I would be able to hit them consisetently. And I can't. Hence the reason I hate them.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">So I spent some money but not too much. I have all my newly shafted clubs and I'm eager to put them to the test. The driver shaft was rather pricey at nearly $200. But believe it or not, they have a $2200 driver shaft in store. Good God! And a new driver, again without the perfect shaft could run about $400. He also suggested shortening the driver shaft back a bit after taking into account my swing arc. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Needless to say, I'm pretty excited about it all, but probably a rather boring blogger. But, if I could take 3 strokes off my game this summer, throught equipment and short game improvements I'd be a happy camper.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Now, if only this damn snow would melt.</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-7595010273954281152011-02-18T14:12:00.001-05:002011-02-18T14:13:45.765-05:00Store Without Doors<span style="color:#999999;">Cool! I got $70 for my old Blackberry after Ebaying it to make room for the new iPhone. That will help pay for my club fitting tomorrow.</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123012403939416916.post-64398382521270760862011-02-17T11:10:00.003-05:002011-02-17T11:14:47.798-05:00Get Over It<span style="color:#999999;">I saw Bob Dylan perform on the Grammy's the other night. Can we all PLEASE stop pretending he's some genius? It sounded so bad I was cringing. He would have been cut from American Idol and voted off the island in the same episode. It was horrible. Then the crowd gives him a standing ovation? I mean, REALLY? Do people actually love Bob Dylan's music or do they think they're <em>supposed</em> to love Bob Dylan's music so they go with the crowd?</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I do like many of his songs, however. When other people perform them!</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">And that Mick Jagger song might have been the most annoying song I've ever heard. Hey, Mick, please, repeat that line again, okay? I didn't catch it the first 76 times you sang it.</span>NouveauBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953975573028669979noreply@blogger.com2