Let Me Introduce You...

Sampson, this is everyone. Everyone, this is Sampson. First of all, I know the biblical spelling of the same name is "Samson." The dog, however, combines all of the power of Samson from the Bible, with all of the universal acceptance of being a gentile, so I added the "p" to distinguish the two. Oh, that and, when I ordered the tags, I could not recall the spelling from the Bible, so I figured that the name was just "Simpson" with an "a" and that is what I will stick with. Secondly, Sampson is half rottweiler and half lab, so he should turn out to be very awesome.

Last week, Sampson was living at the Bakersfield Animal Shelter rolling around in a cage with at least five other dogs and all of their waste. He now lives at the Lakehouse with four guys and all of our waste.

I took Sampson to the vet for his first post-shelter checkup yesterday, and he weighed in at 27 lbs. Keep in mind, Sampson is only 3 months old, so he will be a very large dog one day. My sister told me that my niece is now seven months old and still weighs less than that. Based on the past few days with Sampson, I think what he leaves on the back lawn each trip outside actually weighs more than Phoebe as well.

Sampson still needs one more shot before he can go to the dog park, so I have to wait another week before I truly know how awesome he is as a dog, but he has been pretty good so far. I have him sitting already, and he has started to get potty trained, with only a couple accidents. I will update everyone with Sampson's growth in the coming weeks.

The Saints are Coming!

As the Saints prepare to play this week against the Denver Broncos, I am reminded of my time in Colorado. I was at the last Monday Night Football game at Mile High Stadium, where the Raiders played the Broncos, and I was working security guarding the Raiders' fans section. The Raiders' fans apparently all caravaned to Denver in order to secure an entire section of the stadium as Raiders' territory, only to scare the bejesus out of my friend Donny and me. When Donny and I arrived in the Raiders' fan zone, the person we replaced informed us that all of the fans were warned not to throw any more bottles or trash or else they might be ejected from the game--something Donny and I would have to take care of, of course. We arrived after halftime to this section, which, if there were a Raiders' bible, it would dictate a Raiders' fan shall have become well-inebriated by halftime. These were definitely followers of the Raiders' doctrine.
After a few minutes of fearing both falling over the railing and being pushed over the railing by a Raiders' fan, someone came to my rescue by asking if either Donny or I would like to contain a much safer section down below. I left Donny behind. All I had to do at this point was to keep the aisles clear. Done. No Raiders' fans in this section--at least, not until after the game is over. I had to actually prevent the Raiders' fans from throwing garbage and spitting on the Broncos' players as they walked to the locker room. Raiders' fans are all the proof I need that we have come from some sort of lower life form, since, even Raiders' fans evolve eventually. They turn into Cowboys' fans.

Seattle

I go on a vacation, document my journey, create a flickr account 4 years later, and then my picture is included on the new edition of Schmap Seattle. The picture in question is in front of the Pyramid Brewery.

Using the Wrong Search Engine

If you were trying to do a Google search for my blog and you actually found my blog, you can thank Google for keeping you connected to the white world. A search on RushmoreDrive for my blog will leave you empty, as it is the new Google for black people. If you happened to be using RushmoreDrive, you should just search for Google and safely end back up in the white world. You may not be as in touch with your inner-black as you once thought.

My Car

My 2000 Toyota Camry has been parked in my garage for a couple of months waiting for me to finally take it to Toyota and have them fix her up. In honor of my car, Google Maps decided to finally have a street view of Bakersfield included on their site where my car can be spotted in three separate locations throughout the city. My lavender beauty can be seen at my current residence, my former "real" job, and at Sandrini's. Maybe one day my car will be spotted at the Toyota dealership, but until then, these are the only instances which prove that my car does more than collect dust in the garage.

Pogues rant

At the Lakehouse, we are very Zune-friendly with both the physical Zune and Zune Pass to accompany it. Today, I decided to play some of The Pogues. I did the usual search for them on the Zune software and clicked on the artist when I ended up on the main artist page for The Pogues. On the Zune software, there is a list of the top songs by other Zune members (based on number of plays), and this is where my (short) rant begins. The top two songs are both Love You 'Till the End, one from the Pogues' album Pogue Mahone, the other from the P.S. I Love You soundtrack. I am just a little disappointed in my fellow Zune users, as this is the most un-Pogues song ever recorded by The Pogues both in sound and also the fact that Shane MacGowan (the lead singer) had nothing to do with the album or song. I am also pretty sure when Neil and I saw them rock New York on St. Patrick's Day two years ago that Love You 'Till the End was not a part of the set list, because they know what most Zune users do not: that song kind of blows.

Today is 8/8/8

According to numerous news articles, I am supposed to get married today as this is the luckiest day ever. If I pass up this opportunity, a day this lucky may never come my way again. All of this sounds very familiar, so I don't feel too rushed. I suppose my last day for luck will come in 4 years, 4 months, and 4 days on 12/12/12. After that, I could not possibly imagine any luck coming on a day full of 13s. My lucky day (today) started with me drinking a bottle of 2005 Simi Cabernet Sauvignon*, re-watching two episodes of Freaks and Geeks, going to bed around 2:30A.M., waking up to drain the wine around 10A.M., and then proceeding to do nothing the rest of the day. I better get the best tips of my life tonight at work, and I just pray that someone pays at 8:08 and 8 seconds tonight. I do feel lucky enough to finally take a shower and brush my teeth after I post this, so that I may finally leave my house long enough to get sweaty and find a source of nourishment.

I'd like to point out that Google does not recognize 8/8/8 as a date, but merely a math equation where the answer is 0.125. You must type 8/8/08 to find information on the date.

*In 2003, for my sister's 25th birthday, we attended a Bob Dylan Concert and went wine tasting at Simi. As it was July, I was not yet 21, but if a vineyard is charging me money regardless of how much I drink, I planned on at least sampling the wine. Unfortunately, wine was not my cup of tea (as it was my first alcohol consumption ever! Sorry Candice, Kristen, Sethea, and Kim, but Pyramid was not my first!), so I did not appreciate the experience outside of the boatloads of cheese trays everywhere.