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Showing posts with label Mike Jordt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mike Jordt. Show all posts
Monday, August 16, 2010
Friday, October 2, 2009
Video of the Day - To Jordt...
Because he's a goo guy! Why you have to be mad?!
And because Canadian slappy stick season starts this weekend.
And because Canadian slappy stick season starts this weekend.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Toph's BDay Weekend in the IE
Brief Summaries:
Topher:
"Don't forget about our discussion of the importance of diversifying the rotation behind a clear-cut staff ace. Lincecum stuff...backing the hammer with 97+. Then running out a solid Cain-esque #2 and a #3."
Topher:
- kegs and eggs
- bbq
- drinking games
- girl on girl action
- Simpler Times
- "We Built this City"
- Journey
- Cawlfield and Matney outed (DL: twice)
- blondes
- vial shots
- Jager bomb
- dance mania
- lap dance
- brawl
- Breakfast Jack!
- strawberry shake
- papsan down
- Yard House
- trotting out a four starter against staff aces and #2's
- Datsun is
- silver bullets
- Bitch U Ride the MARTA Bus
- knee to the spine
- regular ID (DL: racial profiling)
- lemon drop martinis
- "Shit...they're at my car now."
- baseball
- side beef
- crazy bitches
- cougars
"Don't forget about our discussion of the importance of diversifying the rotation behind a clear-cut staff ace. Lincecum stuff...backing the hammer with 97+. Then running out a solid Cain-esque #2 and a #3."
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Two Years Ago...
A lot can change in a couple years. Friends get married. Other friends graduate from school. The first African American president in our nation's history is elected and sworn into office. The freaking Arizona Cardinals make the Super Bowl. You move once twice three times (with a fourth pending). You gain people. You lose people.
Things aren't necessarily better...but they aren't necessarily worse. They're just different.
Living
Two years ago, I lived in an apartment in Reseda with ARob. We'd pretty much just moved out of the house on Lanark, and he already had an eye toward purchasing another house (which, of course, would turn out to be the one on Cohasset). A few months later, we moved into that house, and for a year and a half, it was game on. The keg flowed. The grill sizzled. The music room blasted. It was the party house. Parties, hookups, illegal fireworks, magic shows...it was a little bit of everything.
Then Tania moved back to SoCal, which was awesome, but it was also clearly the beginning of the end of an era.
I love them both to death and am happy that they have each other and are able to share their lives together...but at the same time, once it was time for a ring, it was an implicit eviction notice for me. So the first great craigslist hunt began, and it led me to the apartment in Woodland Hills with my first random roommate. All who know me, know how well I fit in there. So after a month and a half of not being able to freaking stand it, the second great craigslist hunt began. This one led me to the much more amicable living situation (at least for the time being) with Annette andSpuds Frankie. W
Friends
One major driving factor in my decision to move out to Ventura, though, was the fact that I was not going to be on an island out there. I had, of course, the C-Squad. Previous trips I'd made to the VC had been fun adventures, and I figured, 'Why would a move out there be any different?' The one obvious drawback was moving further away from the fam and my valley friends, but as it's turned out, they've been more than happy to follow me out here for weekend shenanigans. And in one case, the follow resulted in a relationship and a desire to take the added step of a complete relocation. Worlds colliding...can be a beautiful thing.
Speaking of serendipitous meetings, there is the random occurrence that led to this friend and I wandering back into each other's lives. Who knew a game at CSUN would become a key turning point in life? Jordt and I had gone over there to see Ollie play and ran intoNick Grant. After a short discussion, we realized that all three of us were living in the valley and had no further plans for later that day. That's how it all started. None of this existed two years ago. W
Family
Nor did anyone at Wade Stadium have any idea that life existed without my brother working there for the summer in some fashion, but then he took the LSAT and moved out west for law school. Now he's "Looking California" but still has days of "Feelin' Minnesota." It's not the ideal close option that we had hoped for, and he'd always been an IM or a phone call away, but now it's coming from the same time zone. Furthermore, for adventures this summer, it's a two hour drive--without the three hour flight in front of it. Love it. Also, while mom and dad are further away (boo), they do love Ventura, so they'll visit (yay). WW <--like sweeping a double header
Work
Another thing my readers know about me is that I spend inordinate amounts of time in my office. With the account shuffling, it's been a struggle to keep up, and I've been on the fringe of burnout for...oh...about four months now. This is the same four months that I've been a Sr. AE. I've been in a constant state of chasing and feeling like I'm drowning. While I haven't caught up per se, I haven't drowned either. I still have the same great guidance and help coming from my superiors at the agency. I do need every day of vacation that I'm taking in the next two months, though. All of it non wedding-related. Thank God. W
So, here you have what are essentially the dimensions in my life. The one gaping void, of course, is a relationship (L). It's just something you just can't chase. You can drive yourself crazy worrying about it, or you can just let it ride. Maybe I'm too laissez faire or overly cynical by approaching it this way, but even when you think you've found the right one and you've got it all figured out, sometimes the rug gets pulled out from under you and its gone. The people who are most important stick around. That's what i found out...two years ago.
Things aren't necessarily better...but they aren't necessarily worse. They're just different.
Living
Two years ago, I lived in an apartment in Reseda with ARob. We'd pretty much just moved out of the house on Lanark, and he already had an eye toward purchasing another house (which, of course, would turn out to be the one on Cohasset). A few months later, we moved into that house, and for a year and a half, it was game on. The keg flowed. The grill sizzled. The music room blasted. It was the party house. Parties, hookups, illegal fireworks, magic shows...it was a little bit of everything.
Then Tania moved back to SoCal, which was awesome, but it was also clearly the beginning of the end of an era.
I love them both to death and am happy that they have each other and are able to share their lives together...but at the same time, once it was time for a ring, it was an implicit eviction notice for me. So the first great craigslist hunt began, and it led me to the apartment in Woodland Hills with my first random roommate. All who know me, know how well I fit in there. So after a month and a half of not being able to freaking stand it, the second great craigslist hunt began. This one led me to the much more amicable living situation (at least for the time being) with Annette and
Friends
One major driving factor in my decision to move out to Ventura, though, was the fact that I was not going to be on an island out there. I had, of course, the C-Squad. Previous trips I'd made to the VC had been fun adventures, and I figured, 'Why would a move out there be any different?' The one obvious drawback was moving further away from the fam and my valley friends, but as it's turned out, they've been more than happy to follow me out here for weekend shenanigans. And in one case, the follow resulted in a relationship and a desire to take the added step of a complete relocation. Worlds colliding...can be a beautiful thing.
Speaking of serendipitous meetings, there is the random occurrence that led to this friend and I wandering back into each other's lives. Who knew a game at CSUN would become a key turning point in life? Jordt and I had gone over there to see Ollie play and ran into
Family
Nor did anyone at Wade Stadium have any idea that life existed without my brother working there for the summer in some fashion, but then he took the LSAT and moved out west for law school. Now he's "Looking California" but still has days of "Feelin' Minnesota." It's not the ideal close option that we had hoped for, and he'd always been an IM or a phone call away, but now it's coming from the same time zone. Furthermore, for adventures this summer, it's a two hour drive--without the three hour flight in front of it. Love it. Also, while mom and dad are further away (boo), they do love Ventura, so they'll visit (yay). WW <--like sweeping a double header
Work
Another thing my readers know about me is that I spend inordinate amounts of time in my office. With the account shuffling, it's been a struggle to keep up, and I've been on the fringe of burnout for...oh...about four months now. This is the same four months that I've been a Sr. AE. I've been in a constant state of chasing and feeling like I'm drowning. While I haven't caught up per se, I haven't drowned either. I still have the same great guidance and help coming from my superiors at the agency. I do need every day of vacation that I'm taking in the next two months, though. All of it non wedding-related. Thank God. W
So, here you have what are essentially the dimensions in my life. The one gaping void, of course, is a relationship (L). It's just something you just can't chase. You can drive yourself crazy worrying about it, or you can just let it ride. Maybe I'm too laissez faire or overly cynical by approaching it this way, but even when you think you've found the right one and you've got it all figured out, sometimes the rug gets pulled out from under you and its gone. The people who are most important stick around. That's what i found out...two years ago.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Loaded Post...
I'm back in the saddle after a moving-induced hiatus, and post #101 is coming at you from a little further up U.S. 101 in scenic Ventura. It's been a week since I've been here, and I finally have all my stuff put together in my room, so after some unnecessary venom gentle prodding, I am back on the blog. Happy Easter to everyone, by the way, since actually having a couple days off is what is really driving the completion of this post.
Move was about as much fun as any move...i.e. it sucked, but I had big time help from Jordty on the front end, some organizational help from Catherine on the back and a GIANT assist from mom and dad the whole day (sorry, guys!). Annette andSpuds Frankie are great roommates, even though Frankie keeps trying to sneak into my room, since it was (apparently) his hideout spot before I moved in. Sorry pal. You gone.
The commute is a little bit longer than from Woodland Hills but is about the same as it was from ARob and my apartment in Reseda (if any of y'all remember that location).
Other random tidbits:
Freshman team is playing well as long as I am not out there...meaning, we win on any day of the week except Saturday. Coach Clark is about to fire me.
Speaking of Coach Clark, he has been the most common visitor out to the new location in the VC and has split his time between hanging with me and hanging with the fw, Catherine. Photos to follow up in the next couple days. (I promise, fw...patience!)
Also in said photos, is the newest member of the Ventura County posse, SarahM number 5 is my favorite Martinak, whose birthday was the occasion that produced said photos. She is a colleague of the fw (chemistry teacher) and has become prominent in the VC migration.
R.I.P. Nick Adenhart. Losing anyone to a tragedy is, of course, really awful, but the fact that he was a guy who was just on his way from making the transition from 22-year-old prospect to professional in baseball, made him a guy with whom I could identify as it easily could have been any of a number of former teammates/friends.
In addition to Easter festivities, Jophes is being baptized tomorrow evening at St. Bernadine, and with Uncle Matt in town...well...it will be shenanigans. That is about all I can say about that.
So then, I'm laying low in Burbank with the fam for the weekend. Happy Easter, again, to everyone. I'm settling in, so blog posts should be back to the regularly scheduled frequency.
Move was about as much fun as any move...i.e. it sucked, but I had big time help from Jordty on the front end, some organizational help from Catherine on the back and a GIANT assist from mom and dad the whole day (sorry, guys!). Annette and
The commute is a little bit longer than from Woodland Hills but is about the same as it was from ARob and my apartment in Reseda (if any of y'all remember that location).
Other random tidbits:
Freshman team is playing well as long as I am not out there...meaning, we win on any day of the week except Saturday. Coach Clark is about to fire me.
Speaking of Coach Clark, he has been the most common visitor out to the new location in the VC and has split his time between hanging with me and hanging with the fw, Catherine. Photos to follow up in the next couple days. (I promise, fw...patience!)
Also in said photos, is the newest member of the Ventura County posse, Sarah
R.I.P. Nick Adenhart. Losing anyone to a tragedy is, of course, really awful, but the fact that he was a guy who was just on his way from making the transition from 22-year-old prospect to professional in baseball, made him a guy with whom I could identify as it easily could have been any of a number of former teammates/friends.
In addition to Easter festivities, Jophes is being baptized tomorrow evening at St. Bernadine, and with Uncle Matt in town...well...it will be shenanigans. That is about all I can say about that.
So then, I'm laying low in Burbank with the fam for the weekend. Happy Easter, again, to everyone. I'm settling in, so blog posts should be back to the regularly scheduled frequency.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Giddyup
Went to this place on Saturday night and found the answer. As most of you know, I have worked at the DJA for more than two years, so I am well familiar with the Moorpark Rd. offramp of the 101. However, as many times as I had seen the usually crowded bar on my way home, I never thought to go up there.
As Jordt and I contemplated what to do last night, we received a call from a friend of ours who was headed to Borderline. Once I realized that this was my opportunity to check out the mysterious place that I passed twice every weekday, I jumped on it.
Two words, folks. Country. Western. Jordt hated it, but with as much time as I spent in the midwest playing ball and just generally existing, I was accustomed to the music and actually enjoyed the experience. I did not line dance, but on the random hip hop songs they did trot out, I hit the floor a couple times.
Got cut in on once, and while I was over it, my buddies wanted to fight the guy. Defused that situation and ended up dancing with her again later. End of the night, the other guy went home empty handed, and I went home with a phone number. Advantage: me. Fuck his couch.
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ADDENDUM: I did not even ask for said number. It was volunteered. Winner winner...
As Jordt and I contemplated what to do last night, we received a call from a friend of ours who was headed to Borderline. Once I realized that this was my opportunity to check out the mysterious place that I passed twice every weekday, I jumped on it.
Two words, folks. Country. Western. Jordt hated it, but with as much time as I spent in the midwest playing ball and just generally existing, I was accustomed to the music and actually enjoyed the experience. I did not line dance, but on the random hip hop songs they did trot out, I hit the floor a couple times.
Got cut in on once, and while I was over it, my buddies wanted to fight the guy. Defused that situation and ended up dancing with her again later. End of the night, the other guy went home empty handed, and I went home with a phone number. Advantage: me. Fuck his couch.
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ADDENDUM: I did not even ask for said number. It was volunteered. Winner winner...
Friday, December 12, 2008
Feeling Blue...
The Blue Room...the straight up dirty retro cash only locale in the great city of
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Turkey Day
Happy Turkey Day to everyone! Brief/small Crespi baseball reunion last night at (where else?) Pickwick's. OTL Hall of Famers Jordt and Clark were in the house, and prospect Wilson is back home. Per the tradition, the tourney (the best thing about the Thanksgiving weekend) is tomorrow. Subsequent to it will be the standard drunken gong show like every other year.
Hope everyone had a nice holiday, and if you happen to be in or from this state, sorry. But at least you're used to this. At least you're done watching this guy for a while.
Great college football matchups this weekend. Go Trojans, of course. But also...
go Noles, go Cowboys, go Bulldogs
I could go on, but I'm getting ahead of myself. After all, it is only Thursday...
Hope everyone had a nice holiday, and if you happen to be in or from this state, sorry. But at least you're used to this. At least you're done watching this guy for a while.
Great college football matchups this weekend. Go Trojans, of course. But also...
go Noles, go Cowboys, go Bulldogs
I could go on, but I'm getting ahead of myself. After all, it is only Thursday...
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