New Year Procrastination

Ack. We're two weeks into the new year and I've already broken my vow of writing every single day. Big post today to make up for it.

Todd, giants fan extraodinaire drove down from Ft. Collins to enjoy the Giants/Cowboys game with us. He even brought Matt and I some old Giants jerseys to rock out. And we will be ROCKING out on the manana.

So. It's no secret that kids scare me. Ladies, take note. Mother, my sister is going to be the one carrying on the bloodline. Regardless, Todd's 4 year old, Xavier came down with him. Almost as cute as me when I was that age, same whitish blond hair and everything. He catches and throws a football way better than I did....well, than I do.

Poker update. $51. Go me. Gotta get that up to about 1500 so I can play in the WSOP this year. I'm absolutely crushing the 9 person sng's, but as soon as I bump up to a respectable level, I'm the one getting crushed. I wonder if I'm just being impatient. I just hate playing for $7 hour...if that. Up to the 5 sng's after I get back to $100.

I'm so proud of a friend of mine. She did the impossible. Moved to LA after college, got the job, now has the beginning of an amazing career. After the misery I went through, I'm so proud when my friends make lives for themselves. She's an amazing person too; if anyone deserves a promotion, it's her. Hard work has nothing on her. Go Megan.

It's amazing how a fairly crappy movie can be bumped up to 'awesome' merely by placing Jessica Alba in a swimsuit. Haha. They even opened up the DVD menu with a picture of her best assets. God bless marketing.

It's that time of year again. Superbowl. Better. Vegas Superbowl. My friends Tampa Mike and Scott are throwing down yet again. Suites at the Rio, open bar, and Kenny Rogers on the slot machines. By the by, my luck is legendary. Steve, you better be ready for some penny slot action!

My new haircut was described as....shaggy. Not too sure if that's a good thing. Chick's dig shaggy, right? I know they dig guys with money.

Speaking of quoting Office Space, I just got asked, "So what did you say...you do here?" I'm tired of living in a city that has no idea what a line producer is. No, it's not some who produces lines of cocaine. Thanks, Bob. Kick the habit.