football and chocolate

I was born in Lubbock and I lived there for 22 years of my life. I then moved to Austin and graduated from UT (twice, holla!).

Every year, I root for UT and Tech during football season. When the two play each other, I have a hard time choosing sides.

Anyway, Cooper is a UT fan.


He is also a fan of chocolate, even though he has never had any. In the container pictured below, I had a few expensive chocolates that I keep around for those days that I need something sweet with my red wine. I usually keep this in the fridge. The other day, I accidentally left it on the counter. Cooper, who is an accomplished rock climber, had no trouble scaling the couch and getting to the counter to grab the goodies. I did not see him do this. He snuck into the big room (aka, the hoop room) and began chewing away at the lid in hopes of getting to the sweet, sweet chocolate inside.



I heard him chewing but thought he was just gnawing on his rawhide. Then, I got suspicious. Call it, “puppy owner’s intuition.” It appears that I got there just in time as he almost had the lid completely destroyed:


I’m glad I did. Chocolate is a no-no for the canines.

Look at him, all sleepy and cute:


Now look at me as a blonde guy back in 1968:

I totally would have gotten my ass kicked if this were really me.

I won something!

Saturday evening myself, Dale, Juan, Reyna and Dave decided to go see the Lions play at Trophy’s. It was a benefit concert for this lady that had some sort of liver disease (sad). I decided to buy a $10.00 raffle ticket without knowing what the prizes were. I just thought it would be nice to “donate” to the cause.

Check out the Lions:


We watched as the Lions put on yet another amazing show. If you have not seen them, you really should. It’s quite an experience.



If you live in Lubbock, they will be opening for the Toadies on September 25th at the Lone Star Events Center.

It was Reyna’s first time to see them and they totally rocked her eyes into the back of her skull.


Thankfully, she recovered. Juan was still recovering from his previous night out, thus the drunk eyes…


Any-hoo, after they played this chick started calling out the raffle winners. People were winning spa gift certificates, certificates to the movies and places to eat, certificates for tattoo’s and other things that I can’t recall.

I totally won a certificate for a $60.00 tattoo. It was the lowest priced tattoo to be given away, which is probably good for me. If I won a $300 tattoo, I would probably go nuts.

The funny thing is that I was just thinking about if I would ever get a tattoo two days before I won the sucker.

I am going to get the word “Awesome” in Chinese characters across my back.
Just kidding, I am going to get a tribal arm band.
Not really, I am going to get a butterfly on my lower back.
(sorry if you have any of the afore mentioned tattoo clichés…you must have a sense of humor about it now if you do)

Ok, I don’t know what I am going to get but I do think I am going to get something. Any suggestions?

Misty Water-Colored Memories

I love it how hearing a song can bring back vivid memories.
Today, I was on my way home and Neil Diamond’s “They’re coming to America” began to play on my Ipod.


This is the first time I have heard that song in a long time (I recently uploaded it).
Back in the day, on the days that we were set to go on vacation, my parent’s would play that song early in the morning to get us out of bed.
It worked like a charm. Something about it would just fill me with excitement and before you knew it, I would be standing on my bed pumping my fist in the air singing “TODAY!”

When it came on this afternoon, I swear to you that I had a rush of adrenaline. You better believe that I pumped my fist in the air while singing along.

Look, I have chops just like Neil:


Have a good weekend, kids.

The best website ever!

Yes, that is what I would look like if I were a high school male in 1964.

Go to www.yearbookyourself.com if you want to discover how you would look. Rachel was the one that go me hooked on the site. Here she is as the senior class president in the 1960’s:


I will now blast you with a handful of awesomeness




(I’ve always wanted to know what I would look like if I were a fat dude).


I think my sister’s friends had hair like this




Baby fro


Biiiiiiig fro

I’ll have more….some really funny ones that I will save for later.
In other news:

I am reconsidering having a Halloween party. I already put so much effort into my costume lord knows what I would do to the house! You should totally have a party and invite me!

I am back at work. It’s good…I like the structure. One can not survive on luna bars, just fruit munchies and popcorn alone! Having lunch with my co-workers makes me reconsider my meals.

I will see Tropic Thunder but will not laugh at the jokes about “retarded” people.

I am thinking about going to a chiropractor. I think I will try acupuncture first. My back is still in bad shape. I need better results!!!!

Dalewood Nortwebb

Just the other day, Juan was telling me that he thought Dale looked like Edward Norton.
Other people have told me that he looks like David Arquette, Cameron (from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off), and one of the Papa’s from the Mamas and the Papas.

Let me tell you, it pisses Dale off when people tell him that he resembles Cameron or David. I guess because Cameron was the dopey friend in the movie and David usually plays dopey roles in his movies.

This Edward Norton thing, however, was intriguing.

Juan sent me the following photo comparison:



I think he has got something, that Juan. They even share similar facial expressions.

I was looking for a pic of Dale with a shaved head so that I could compare him to Ed during the American History X days but could not find one. Bummer.

I did find these:




Yep, I think we have a winner. It’s all in the eyebrows, eyelids, and facial hair. Good call, Juan.

Would you dress up?

Halloween- some time in the late nineties.


It’s mid August which means my mind has started to ponder what I will dress up as this Halloween. My favorite holiday is on a Friday this year so you know something will be happening. I am considering hosting a party here at the house. The only problem is that I am not sure if people will want to dress up.

I am quite sure some of you won’t, and that’s ok. I just don’t want to be the only one in costume. Just think about it. That is all I ask.

I am not sure what I’ll be. I’ll probably just start going to the wig shops until I find the piece that inspires me.

In other news:
*I start back to work on Monday. I am quite ready for it. I like the routine that going to work provides. I had a good summer. I learned to hoop like a bad ass, I filled out a crap ton of myspace surveys, and I went to physical therapy and improved my back (somewhat).

*Dale is addicted to the Olympics. It’s all he wants to watch. I can watch a little but not when True Life: I can’t stay thin is on.

*I bought the new “just bunches” cereal. It’s honey bunches of oats without the flakes. I gotta say, I miss the flakes.

*I have been printing out pictures like a mad woman! I have not done so in years so I have a lot of catching up to do. You can look at my scrapbooks the next time you come over.

*Cooper has a new doggie door and he loves it.

Wolfmother split

Citing irreconcilable personal and musical differences, the band is no more.
I am so glad I got to see these guys perform twice. Let me tell you, they put on a great rock show. Andrew Stockdale has an amazingly fierce voice. They guy could made hitting the high notes look like a walk in the park.

The bands sound was like a melting pot of Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath, yet they were definitely unique.


Colin broke the news to me. He also was the one that told me the White Stripes were canceling their tour (I had tickets to the –never did happen- Austin show). He is like some kind of rock-n-roll grim reaper, that Colin.

Sorry about the photo, bro. I had to vent my anger somehow. I know you only tell me these things because you know that I would want to know. Still, I am suspicious of you and your pattern of bearing bad news about bands that I love. What’s next, friend? Are you going to tell me that the Black Keys are going to switch to country music?

Apparently, The lead singer/guitar player is going to recruit new members and continue on as Wolfmother. I’ll give the new mix a shot, but I am not holding my breath for the greatness that the original trio brought forth.


RIP Wolfmother.
RIP Bernie Mac.
RIP Isaac Hayes.

It was bound to happen

I told myself that I would not become one of those people that dress up their dogs.

However, today I found myself at Target looking at the doggie t-shirts. They had one specifically for dachshunds!

How could I refuse? I bought the shirt and the matching hat (yeah I did) and booked it on home.

Here is the big payoff:


GANGSTA!

I thought Cooper would try and rip the shirt and hat off his body or at least fight with me as I dressed him.

WRONG-O, BUCKO




He didn’t seem to mind at all.



I only kept the items on for a few minutes so that I could take some pics. Maybe he will wear this ensemble to the weenie dog races next year.

I seriously need to go back to work. Otherwise, Cooper might end up with a new pair of booties.

OH, WAIT……
I have one last pic especially for Colin who celebrated a birthday this past Monday:

Rockin’ the Black Keys.