Or at least that was what I was told today after my trapeze class today. Unlike Regan, I had no fear of jumping off a platform high in the air. She was a little skeptical when I told her this before I took the class. I had to explain that as kids we would climb trees and who ever could hang and drop from the highest point would win. It was like monkey’s version of dare. Of course, this elicited the normal question of: Were you retarded as a kid?(tm)

I had a very productive first class. The only thing I had to try twice was a back flip. I was a little confused on what I was suppose to do and forgot to let go of the bar when I finally got into position. I was able to do three catches of the first trick. I hope I do as well on the second trick next week.

I’ve started a photoset, both on Picasa and Flickr, of our trapeze classes. I also have video of Regan attempting the second trick.

What is the IFL? That’s the question that most people ask when we tell them that we went and saw the IFL on Friday Night. It stands for International Fight League, which as their site puts it, is the world’s first team-based professional mixed martial arts league.

I had very low expectations of this event and was going mostly to see what it was about. The girls, Regan, Whitney, and Mary-Lynn, were more excited than I was. How excited were they? When Regan sent me an email about the event the subject line read: “ASSWHUPPIN”. I wasn’t so sure why they were so excited, but after going I can see why they got pump up. For that matter, I can see why people like boxing so much. There’s nothing like watching a guy get put in a choke hold and pass out to get your blood going.

I’ve failed yet again to acquire a Wii on another Wii day;-( Stupid E-bayers.

I was going to post this a while ago but never got around to it. I even had a clever idea of writing it in the form of a break up letter. But for some reason I’m in a creative slump and never finished it;-(

I traded in my MINI Cooper S in for a Volvo S40. Why? After moving back out here, I was quickly reminded of one of the major reasons I hate living in the Bay Area: traffic. Traffic here sucks! It sucks even more when you are driving a standard. It really sucks when you are the only person in your household who can drive a standard. So if we did take my car out I would always be the driver. That also meant that I was always the designated driver. That sucked ass.

After Regan got her new car (a kick ass Volvo C70) I thought that we would just take her car every where and I would only use the MINI for going to and from work. That didn’t work out so great since we decided to lease her car so she can get a wagon in a few years when we decide to have kids. With the lease we could only put 12,000 miles a year on her car. In the Bay Area you can put that on in a few months. After the miles started racking up really fast, it was back to me driving the MINI if we wanted to go any where. That sucked ass.

Just over a month and a half of when Regan got her car, I went and traded Danni in for Donna. I never pictured myself driving anything other than the fastest, smallest, semi-luxury car I could find. But I have to admit that I am rather enjoying driving my “adult” car.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, and I’ve decided it was time I spruced up the place a bit and start posting again.

I sort of went on a mini-rant to Regan and Whitney earlier today about how New Year’s Resolutions don’t count until unless they are presented in a bullet pointed list, here are my New Year’s resolutions, in no particular order:

• Publish at least 52 posts this year and attempt to participate in this year’s NaBloPoMo (that is if they have it again).

  I pretty sure I can do the first part but the second part may be bit ambitious. But I figured I would at least attempt it.

• Go on a diet, get buffed, and take fencing lessons.

  After my plan of beating my brother senseless with a foam sword back fired on me, I figured it was time that I get in shape. I need the fencing lessons because my punk brother works construction and I have a desk job; there is no way I will be able to get stronger than him. Hopefully better swordsmanship will be able to defeat his berzerker rage.

• Acquire a Wii.

  I missed out on acquiring this past Christmas. It was my fault that I didn’t get one. Initially I thought I would build up some serious good karma by letting all the little kids that wanted one for Christmas get one before I did. What, surprised by my selfless act? Don’t worry it didn’t last long, my stance on the matter changed as soon as I played one. I think my exact statement was, “Screw the kids! I have to have one!” Plus the more I thought about it, it wasn’t me that would prevent some kid from getting one, it is those damn eBayers. All I had to do then was not buy one from eBay and I would not incur any bad karma. Since then I’ve been hunting for a Wii.

• Sort my Warlord collection

  It’s gotten out of control.

• Start cooking again

  Google has totally spoiled me when it comes to food. Since I’ve started working there I haven’t really been motivated to cook my own meals. Why would I when I have chefs that are better cooks than me, cooking three meals a day? But it turns out, I don’t actually eat three meals a day at Google. And the money that I thought I was saving was actually being spent on dining out at night and on the week-ends.

• Take more pictures

  Regan has taken control over all the camera’s in the house, which has led me to take less pictures in 2006. Not this year!

• Turn off the bathroom light

  Warning, this was put on my list by Regan and I might not get it accomplished;-) The fan in the bathroom comes on when you turn on the light. For some reason, that little fan is the only thing that can wake her up from her coma like sleep.