randoms, glories and failures

No bigs, just put on two different shoes today and rocked it all day at work. 

Both SK-8 MIDS and both Max Schaaf sigs so at least I wasn’t way off.  Right?

No bigs, just put on two different shoes today and rocked it all day at work.

Both SK-8 MIDS and both Max Schaaf sigs so at least I wasn’t way off. Right?

CLICK AND READ!

Take a minute from your busy life and read the following link.  It’s 5 pages long.  It’s worth every micro-second you’ll spend.

It is from Clay Christensen (the innovators dilema) a professor at the Harvard Business School.  He’s a brilliant mind and I love his thought process. 

1.  READ IT!

2.  Let it soak in.

3.  Stop…

4.  Think about what path you’re on. 

5.  Is it where you want to be going?

6.  Are you happy?

7.  Are you spending the right time in the right place?

Happy Birthday you son of a B!

It’s a classic.  Can ya dig it?

www.bodybuilding.com Kris Gethin 12 week trainer

Starting this 12 week cycle tomorrow.  So, head down and reps up until the 1st week of April. 

Yesterday the trailer for MOONRISE KINGDOM hit the video waves. 

Pretty stoked for another Wes Anderson movie. 

Best director ever.

Locks of Love

Today, Ashley my oldest daughter (5) is getting a hair cut.

She decided that she wanted to cut her hair and donate it to cancer kids after she had heard there are kids that lose their hair when they get really sick. 

She’s never had a full hair cut since she was born, just trims to keep it healthy.  So, to part with the majority of her hair, hair she has had her entire life seems like a big deal for a kid of 5 to decide. 

It’s witnessing selfless acts like this from one of your own that make all the sacrifices parents must make in order to have a family, worth while.  While it may be a fairly small act, it speaks volumes about what kind of a person Ashley is growing into.

Much love munchkin!  You’re ahead of the game

This song ran through my head all day yesterday.  EPIC!

Today marks 11 years since I said always and forever with my best friend. It’s been epic. Here’s to the next 11!

Today marks 11 years since I said always and forever with my best friend. It’s been epic. Here’s to the next 11!

my google homepage is more BADicool than yours

my google homepage is more BADicool than yours

I had some old track lighting that I posted up in my basement.  The above picture happened.  No bigs, just almost burned my house down.

I had some old track lighting that I posted up in my basement. The above picture happened. No bigs, just almost burned my house down.

All I can think when I see this is, YES I want to ride it!  Living within striking distance to the salt flats would mean I could rip this thing every weekend.  Anyone have $25K I can borrow for a minute?
I can hear DOC Brown’s voice now “Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need any roads!”
http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=230697392979#v4-38

All I can think when I see this is, YES I want to ride it!  Living within striking distance to the salt flats would mean I could rip this thing every weekend.  Anyone have $25K I can borrow for a minute?

I can hear DOC Brown’s voice now “Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need any roads!”

http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=230697392979#v4-38

What does a sissy bar and the dentist have in common?  Nothing. However, every time I go to the dentist(I went Thurs this week) I think about the sissy bar my dad had on his 1978 FX Shovel.  This is good, so if you have a minute hang out and enjoy this story…
Let me give you some background on the story first.  My teeth have always been MEGA sensitive.  Not sure why.  I haven’t had a dentist ever give me a definitive answer.  One once told me that my nerve ending are longer than other and another has told me they are most likely located in a different spot than they should be.  Regardless, every dentist visit I have ever had I feel pain no matter how much numbing agent is applied. It is always a horrible experience with a several day recovery for the simplest procedure.
With the background in place let’s get to the story.
When I was around 8 years old my fathers only vehicle was his 78’ Harley Davidson Shovelhead.  So, when I needed to go to the dentist and my mother was occupied at work at an undisclosed desert street testing corvettes my Dad became the only option.  I actually loved it because it meant I was picked up early from school in front of all my friends by my Dad on his HD.  At 8 years old it made me feel like a hells angel.
My pops took me to the dentist that day and the pain began.  After the dentist had to stop 4 times to apply more Lidocaine.  It fair to say I had more than my body could handle.  Cavities where filled and I stood up and went to the front office for my father to square up the bill before departure.  This is when it gets a little fuzzy.  I remember standing by dad and then boom, blank.  The next thing I know, I’m on the floor with people standing around me asking if I’m alright.  I see my Dad puzzled in the background scratching his head.  Why did he look so confused, I thought to myself.  Turns out all that fizzy lifting juice the Dr had shot into my jaw was too much for my little body to swing and I passed out.  I was looped and couldn’t quit hold my head up straight let alone walk. 
Once I got outside I realized why my pops was baffled.  How was he going to get me home???  I could almost see the lightning bolt hit my Father when it all came together.  He sat me on his bike pressed me back against the sissy bar and looped 3 bungee cords around me securing me to the sissy bar.  I don’t remember much of the ride home just that I must have looked a bit like a dog with drool flying out of the side of my mouth as my head hung to the left. 
To this day I still hate the dentist.  I also can’t help but think about Shovelheads and Sissy bars when my jaw is getting pumped full of bye-bye sauce. 
If I didn’t believe in guardian angels before that day I certainly did after.

What does a sissy bar and the dentist have in common?  Nothing. However, every time I go to the dentist(I went Thurs this week) I think about the sissy bar my dad had on his 1978 FX Shovel.  This is good, so if you have a minute hang out and enjoy this story…

Let me give you some background on the story first.  My teeth have always been MEGA sensitive.  Not sure why.  I haven’t had a dentist ever give me a definitive answer.  One once told me that my nerve ending are longer than other and another has told me they are most likely located in a different spot than they should be.  Regardless, every dentist visit I have ever had I feel pain no matter how much numbing agent is applied. It is always a horrible experience with a several day recovery for the simplest procedure.

With the background in place let’s get to the story.

When I was around 8 years old my fathers only vehicle was his 78’ Harley Davidson Shovelhead.  So, when I needed to go to the dentist and my mother was occupied at work at an undisclosed desert street testing corvettes my Dad became the only option.  I actually loved it because it meant I was picked up early from school in front of all my friends by my Dad on his HD.  At 8 years old it made me feel like a hells angel.

My pops took me to the dentist that day and the pain began.  After the dentist had to stop 4 times to apply more Lidocaine.  It fair to say I had more than my body could handle.  Cavities where filled and I stood up and went to the front office for my father to square up the bill before departure.  This is when it gets a little fuzzy.  I remember standing by dad and then boom, blank.  The next thing I know, I’m on the floor with people standing around me asking if I’m alright.  I see my Dad puzzled in the background scratching his head.  Why did he look so confused, I thought to myself.  Turns out all that fizzy lifting juice the Dr had shot into my jaw was too much for my little body to swing and I passed out.  I was looped and couldn’t quit hold my head up straight let alone walk. 

Once I got outside I realized why my pops was baffled.  How was he going to get me home???  I could almost see the lightning bolt hit my Father when it all came together.  He sat me on his bike pressed me back against the sissy bar and looped 3 bungee cords around me securing me to the sissy bar.  I don’t remember much of the ride home just that I must have looked a bit like a dog with drool flying out of the side of my mouth as my head hung to the left. 

To this day I still hate the dentist.  I also can’t help but think about Shovelheads and Sissy bars when my jaw is getting pumped full of bye-bye sauce. 

If I didn’t believe in guardian angels before that day I certainly did after.

Snacks are better when they smile back.  (Taken with instagram)

Snacks are better when they smile back. (Taken with instagram)

It’s snowing (barely).  I miss you skateboarding!  Maybe someday I’ll move where it stays warm year round and I can do you all year long.