Spring Break 2010

Unbeknownst to you (the handful of people that stumble across this interweb journal) I have been sitting and starring at a blank computer screen for ten minutes attempting to assemble the words to describe the past 10 days of my life. A road trip to Puerto Penasco, Mexico laced with all sorts of exciting adventures. 10 days in the best of locations with the best of friends making the best of memories...
I think on this very rare occasion, I am at a loss for words. So, I will let the pictures do the talking. I mean, they do say a picture is worth a thousand words...

Phoenix, AZ Spring Training

Angels vs. Cubs

Just before an intense game of MAFIA in the Casa

View from our beach house

Brett stretching out before gustation

Our perch on the roof of the beach house looking over our dominions

Headed for the beach

Man this view got old...

Strong guys hangin' out

50 Peso Tats

Syd photography #1

Syd photography #2

Syd photography #3

Banana Boat rides

Our assault on the street shops

On the Pier

Strike a pose

Erik Wynn Photography

Unhealthy Obsessions

If I had to draw up a list that consisted of the most inconceivably gratifying joys in my life, somewhere among the ranks would be receiving mail, and Samoas Girl Scout Cookies.
With that said, this morning an ordinary mail-man preformed a feat rarely witnessed. In fact, some may consider it unfeasible. A mail-man killed... nay, slaughtered two birds with one stone. A package with my name holding not one, not two but THREE boxes of Samoas (I love my mommy)!
Im not sure that I could properly transcribe my sincere adoration for these tiny delights. I could however explain my general behavior when in the presence of said cookies. I have been known to be rather territorial with them and harbor them from others, not unlike mother bear with her cubs, or Schmiegel with his "precious" ring... 
I've been anticipating this time of year for the sole purpose of indulging in the magical flavors of Samoas. Earlier this year, I got an early craving that had to be satisfied. My lustful appetite led me to what I thought to be a solution to the problem. Dreyers Slow Churned Limited Edition Samoas Ice Cream. It was anything but impressive and hardly satisfying. Dryers only aroused my appetite without bedding 'er back down, leaving me waiting... wanting... Until now! 
Now that the cookie season is in full swing, I've turned over all my cash funds to my trustworthy friend, Jeff. I do this because of my lack of self control when it comes to cookies and impulse buying. If by my lonesome I were to run across a cookie stand with a wallet full of cash, I would get caught up in the passion of the moment and have to explain to my roommates how I lost all my money to a Girl Scout.
Many thanks go out to all who have made this possible. The Girls Scouts for selling them, my mother for buying them, and the mail man for handling the package with such care all the way to my door step.
Nutrition Facts: So far today I have consumed 1,125 calories of Girl Scout cookies, and the day's not over (I've got a real bad case of the midnight munchies).

Midget Ninja Criminals

Laundry day is a bitter sweet day for me. The "sweet" side of the deal is that I get a basket full of clean clothes with the resplendent scent of Downy April Fresh dryer sheets (which I highly recommend). The horribly annoying "bitter" side is that I always, without fail, walk away from the laundry room short handed. Sometime between the process of loading my clothes into the washer and pulling them out of the dryer, my socks and underwear are disappearing! 
Where are they going? I've ruled out the possibility of black holes and temporary time portals which could have been created during the spin cycle that transports the M.I.A. clothing into some moment in the future (if you come across a gain pile of miss matched socks and other random clothes, you've found it!). 
The only logical explanation for the absent attire is Midget Ninja Criminals! They slink into the laundry room with maximum stealth and run off like a thief in the night with just one sock, or with just one part of my usually paired "special" underwear (and I'm not talking about my spiderman undies with matching t-shirt... if they stole that, I'd be pissed). 
And what do they want with just one sock, or just one undershirt? Why don't they steal from someone their own size? Be on the look out for a dwarf man wearing one sock thats too big, and an undershirt that fits like a muumuu. If spotted, you've stumbled upon a kleptomaniac and he should not be trusted. 


Curse you Midget Ninja Thieves! 


P.S. If anyone knows how to go about apprehending/capturing/exterminating such a delinquent, feel free to enlighten me with your clever strategies.