Tonight was Robert Schimmel’s show and it was just as good as my pops said it would. I was able to get some autographs and a little message for pops. He’s going to love it (and probably not beileve me).Sweet!Anyways, tommorow its off to dicks sporting goods park to pick up some jersey’s for my visit to Houson.Can’t wait!Just wanted to blog my signatures. Pretty stoked And of course I’m pretty hungry …. and need to play my video games!Peace all!-kcBlog more this weekend.     Blogged with FlockTags: signature, robert schimmel, great time!

There is alot running through my mind right now. Not anything horrible, no horrible or terrible secrets. Just thoughts, which I’m sure isn’t helping keeping bottled up, but I don’t really have anybody to talk to regarding it so I figured I’d rant, rave and rumble here like I typically do. I hate taking my frustrations in text form, but sometimes it’s a necessary evil.My father laughs at me when I tell him my plans of material things. Having a nice car, a nice place, nice shoes, ect … I’ll never forget this, every time he tells me about my aspirations for a new car. When you pull up to a stoplight, the only person your trying to impress is the STRANGER that pulls up next to you. It’s so true. I have to admit, sometimes when I think about buying a new car I realize it’s as much about how much I need a car, need the 4 …

So here I am. At work of all places blogging. I know what your thinking, “Why! Won’t you get in trouble!”, probably but not really. I’m staying late to finish up a few of my coding projects that desperately needed to be finished today, and probably could have very well completed a little earlier but it seems like when it rains it pours. One problem after another. Simple, stupid things, some things I should have known better and others not so much. Oh well, you live and you learn.It doesn’t help that I’ve been having trouble focusing as of late. I’m not sure what it is really, other than the fact that I feel easily distracted. Whether it be a blue bird outside, a good tune coming over the loudspeaker, a funny link coming across through chat or just thinking. All of which can easily sway my mind but usually I can take distractions as they come and keep pressing. …

Give me liberty or give me death. I choose liberty. You see, when it comes to my daily drinking(and by drinking I mean non-alcoholic) habits, I tend to do things that would get me killed. Diet Pepsi for example. I know that when I drink it I’m playing Russian Roulette each and every day(errr, night rather).As of late, well .. to be honest since I’ve been single for the past seven months, I’ve been sucking on a bottle of Diet Pepsi. Much like a drunk clings to his bottle of Southern Comfort. Of course, I’ve had my moments sucking on my bottle of vodka, but for the most part it’s been me and my addiction, Diet Pepsi.Each night, I empty the six slot chamber, fill it with a single bullet and for the past few months nothing.Until last night. I woke up hurling myself off a bar stool 6 feet in the air, only to realize that the landing of …

So today I found a website, www.instructables.com and found out about a cool vodka lamp. I’ve been “working” on it all night if you will. hehe. I didn’t get the “ruby red”, however “vanilla” was my poison of choice. I plan on drinking it all very quickly so that way I can get a cool lamp for my room. I’m actually looking forward to it.So tonight I bought a new styled vodka which is kicking my ass to say the least. I’m feeling it, and it feels really good. I bought it after the “recommended” vodka for the lamp. It’s actually really good. It cost alot more than my normal stuff, but I figure hey, it’s for a lamp and I’ll take one for the team.Mixed with my normal diet pepsi and it tastes soooooooooooooooo good. Yum. And my little juan burritos for .28 cents. Awesome.Not that I needed it to “waste” my night away. Today was a really good …

$30 worth of hotdogs ….$30 worth of sodas ….My 23rd Birthday at the park, good friend and an even better weekend.Priceless.I can’t believe it’s already over, but I do suppose every good thing must come to an end. Today was my first day at being 23 years old, and it felt like it. I feel like an old timer, and for old timers sake I’m sleeping on the couch tonight, I suppose while I toss and turn I’ll sit and wonder what the next year of life will hold for me.Good Night all.Blogged with FlockTags: endof my birthday, soccer game, dinner, good times, feeling like an old man

What can I say. It’s not even over yet, however so far my Birthday weekend has been pretty darn cool. It’s always funny because every year it’s the same in my head.“Ok kc, are you going to be drinking alone again tonight?”.It started on Friday. The guys at work sent me a “singing telegram”. I hear a knock on the door and my boss saying “kc, I think somebody is here to see you.”Oh dear.I peek my head around the corner and see a woman in black tights with a whip coming towards my desk. She lays a pile of good looking cookies on my desk and starts to sing. It was awesome. Classic. Although a part of me was hoping for a beautiful stripper and a free lap dance, but a red face, good cookies and good fun I think was even better.Afterwards we moved to Dave and Busters. Every few months me …

So here I am, sitting on my couch, watching the boys of SouthPark steal the girls fortune telling device. Halarious. Anyways, needing a cold beverage and too lazy to keep grabbing it off the floor, I decided to use my shoe. I know, it’s been use a billion times before I ever mentioned it here, but still, I can consider it my own personal innovation. At it’s finest of course Yesterday on my way home from work I got into a race with another cyclist wearing tights. Most of the time when I race, or trail people for a while, I usually end up getting my butt kicked. For example, a couple weeks ago I went up to Fort Collins and climbed 2 cat 5 climbs. Only for a 50 year old man to beat me to the top. As I huffed and puffed, he smiled at me and said “Come back in 20 years kid”.A friendly insult. I …

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.  I have been with a loose girl”.The priest asks,“Is that you, little Johnny Parisi?”“Yes, Father, it is.”“And who was the girl you were with?”“I can’t tell you, Father, I don’t want to ruin her reputation.”“Well, Johnny, I’m sure to find out her name sooner or later, so youmay as well tell me now.Was it Tina Minetti?”“I cannot say.”“Was it Teresa Volpe?”“I’ll never tell.”“Was it Nina Capelli?”“I’m sorry, but I cannot name her.”“Was it Cathy Piriano?”“My lips are sealed.”“Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then?”“Please, Father, I cannot tell you.”The priest sighs in frustration.“You’re very tight lipped, Johnny Parisi, and I admire that.  Butyou’ve sinned and have to atone.You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months.  Now you go and behaveyourself.”Johnny walks back to his pew, and his friend Nino slides over andwhispers,“What’d you get?”…………………………………..“4 months vacation and five good leads.”

For the first time in a long time, I’ve come to a solid agreement with myself on one critical issue.I am not father material, nor could I ever handle the responsibilities of a father/parent.Most people know me, realize that I’m not a huge fan of kids, however as of late they’ve been changing my mind. One dirty diaper at a time. However, tonight, as I shop for my little buddy Austin’s b-day gifts, I realized my many faults as it would be called to parenthood.Is it just me, or is it incredibly difficult these days to find gifts for people? Maybe it’s me, and maybe I’m reading to much into things, but I couldn’t help but chuckle. Everything I picked up was a “No, I better not because …..”.For example, They’ve got these cool learning centers that you hook up to your TV, let the little ones learn how to read and spell and such. As I picked it up …