My Last Bowl of Crunch Berries

I love Captain Crunch, always have.  Some may tell you that it cuts the roof of your mouth.  I think that adds to the allure of the cereal.  I mean, everyone can use a little danger in their mornings.  It's like waking up and injecting yourself into your own action movie.  Only instead of being shot at, jumping through windows, and being in car chases, it's your own little subtle battle.  Anyway, that part of my mornings is now going to have to be over.

Now it's back to oatmeal.  For me it's like going from "The Bourne Identity" to some "Talkie" black and white movie from the 30's. You sit there eating and there is no excitement.  You do it because its good for you.  It expands your horizons. It lowers your blood pressure.  When you are done with your one cup (which probably expands to about 3 cups in your stomach, coating it in a paste like substance that keeps you from feeling the need to eat for about 4 hours), you look at your bowl and you say, "Is that it?"  Just like the movie.  You turn off the TV and just sit in the dark for a couple of minutes.  As you get up you remind yourself that it was good for you, and the next time you are at some art gallery or cocktail party you can spout off about how good "The Jazz Singer" was, and how much better you are than those people who didn't actually see it.  (I'm adding it to our Netflix cue now)

So, I'm back on track with the eating healthy, and the exercising regularly.  Because, to be fair, in my condition nobody would even cast me in a sweet action movie.  Maybe once I am "castable" I can go back to that morning excitement every once in a while.

Slappin Da Bass

I've been doing a little thinking lately.   I don't know if you have seen "I Love You, Man" but I think I might be the living, breathing Peter Klavin.

For those of you who haven't seen the movie, do! It's very funny and very accurate.  Here is the movie synopsis:

Peter Klaven's world revolves around his real estate work and Zooey, his soon-to-be fiancée. After he pops the question, she calls her best friends and they go into wedding planning mode. Peter has no male friends and that poses problems: will he turn out to be a clingy guy, and who will be his best man? Zooey, her friends, and Peter's brother Robbie offer help that results in awkward moments. Then, at an open house Peter's hosting, he meets Sydney, an amiable, low-key guy. They trade business cards, and Peter calls him to meet for drinks. A friendship develops that's great at first but then threatens Peter's engagement and career. Can guys be friends and couples be in love?

Basically, Peter has no adult male friends, and no idea as to who to make any.  And that is where I come in.  How do adult guys make friends?

I feel like there are only a few places to meet people: Work, Hobbies, and Kids stuff.  My work is pretty well out.  I'll only be there a few more weeks and none of the people there are people that I would want to see outside of that environment.  I really enjoy my time playing soccer, and that is generally the highlight of my social week. The problem with that is it's only about 16 weekends per year.  Though, I'm sure, the longer I am playing with this team, the better relationships will get.  And lastly, Kids events.  I think right now they are just too young to really meet people at their events.  Kelsey and I are probably going to do something for the kids in Owyn's school and their parents.  I think that has some possibilities as the parents I have spoken to at the school seem really great.

So, once I know where to find people to socialize with, the next trick is how.  I don't really small talk well.  I never know what to talk about.  I'm really probably just over thinking things.  So, I'm going to try to do my part to be a little more social.  I plan on attending a couple of holiday parties this weekend, and hopefully some friends are coming over next week for dinner.

CAUTION!! THERE MAY BE SOME SALTY LANGUAGE IN THERE!!