Thursday, March 27, 2008

The King at His Castle

This weekend marks a huge milestone in the relationship column for my special ladyfriend and me. It’s bigger then the weekend we met, bigger then when we moved in together, and even bigger then the day I asked her to be my wife! Yes, after discovering that in the past 4 years of knowing one another we have never been on a weekend trip where it was just to two of us so we got a room at the lovely Sea Breeze Motel and two tickets for the Saturday evening tour at Hearst Castle in beautiful San Simeon, California.

Amazing eh? Not one weekend in over 4 years! I know that with her getting her masters and me back in school, both of us working full time and all, it seems like the only time we have together is on the weekend, and we love just doing nothing with it, but I couldn’t in my right mind let this stand.

I am hoping to start these weekend trips as a staple in our relationship. There is so much to see in this great state of ours and who better to experience it with then my lover? Maybe I'll make an offer on the place since the housing market is in a buyers trend right now.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Hi. My name is...

Toby??? Huh? Who the hell is this? More important, why is this dog in the same living room that the once great Benjamen "a.k.a. Ben, a.k.a. Benny, a.k.a. O.D.B. 'Old Dirty Ben"' Burroughs used as his kingdom? My parents have tarnished the purity of Ben's empire that took him 15 years to conquer by renting it out to "Foster Dog's".
"Foster dog's?" I said with a raised brow.
"Yes, he is a rescue from the pound. He was about to be put to sleep and a neighbor of your aunt saved him. He didn't have a place to stay so we took him until a home opens up for him." my mother says.
"Ha! Fat chance. Just until someone needs a dog...and your just going to give him up? Just like that?"-Me
"...this has something wrong written all over it...So after this one is gone, you get another one?"-Me
"This place has turned into a travesty, it's a sham, and this Toby dog has made a mockery out of Ben's resting place. It's a traveshamockery!"
But, damn he's cute.

Thursday, March 13, 2008


it is a white ball against

a sky so blue it hurts your eyes

it is thick grass, so perfectly green

day fading into evening

as cheers fade to silence

soft moonlight on an empty park

full of promise with morning light

crack of a bat, the graceful arc

flies over the wall

little white thing, focus of all eyes.

it is breathing hard in soft evening air

running the perfect white line

to reach a base

unending promise, untapped possibility

beyond baseball, beyond a game

it is beauty.

- Jewel W.

7:40 I hit the highway in the sky to again start the journey of another year of Angels baseball. If you need me this weekend, I'll be in Tempe, just wait till' Monday.