Archive for July, 2006
Today I woke up, decided not to even wet my hair down and go with the “just out of bed and went to bed with my hair still wet” look. which means it was going everywhere, even on your mom.
Went to dad’s office and started picking stencil, then went golfing with Dean Vanhout, my godfather.
Dean and I aren’t super close, he’s cool, don’t get me wrong. Played baseball in college, works in sporting goods stores, we can relate to stuff like that, sports. Other than that, idk. Sometimes its weird, I see him maybe once a year and normally it’s on a golf course. That’s ok, I probably see him more than Miles gets to see his, so I should be thankful.
My golf game is more pathetic than a computer nerd using the line, “my ethernet port LED light only blinks for you baby”, right now. I can’t hit driver, 6 wood, and my 3-5 iron even in the air most times. Six iron I can sometimes and other than that, my other clubs are the only things keeping me scoring well. It is sooo frustrating, knowing it’s psychological, like what I couldn’t shoot any gooks in ‘Nam, “They look like the trees man!” Keep my head down, swing through the ball, hit the ball first, bring the club back straight, don’t swing too hard, take your bag off your shoulders before hitting the ball, don’t golf high on shrooms. All problems.
But I’ve been putting well.
Then I fixed Alli’s computer and declared that her computer probably didn’t come with a modem that’s why when we would setup dial-up it would say modem doesn’t exist. But why then could you plug in the phone cord to the back?? Hmmm? I spent like 2 hrs telling the computer that said it refused to start because of a corrupt folder in the system folder to boot from the cd rom where the xp disk was and completely reinstall windows to come to this conclusion?
Can anyone guess what idiotic thing I didn’t think of?
Well, no drivers were installed, including the one for the modem, video, sound, cd roms, ect. So they are returning the computer because I didn’t think of it. They stated the reason at first cause, “its still broken, no cds would play and the sound is way off”
I’m a fool. They are returning it because if they installed windows all shitty, as it seems judging from the need to reformat already, they just want a fresh start.
Then I went to work for dad. I worked till like 8pm at RB’s, I inhaled a lot of dust and actually felt really sick while blasting, should’ve worn a mask. Then, once done blasting I would paint em, and I should’ve turned the fan on for that, instead I just inhaled the paint, too. Meh. Then once finally done I went to put the rack away that we put the pavers on and I lifted it just by the wood support things, busted it. Had to fix it with Molly’s help and ba da bing, outtie 5000.
Couples Golf Tournament is this weekend, Linds and I made our first big mistake as an engaged couple by signing up for this thing. Linds is good, I’m struggling, a lot of times you have to hit your partners last shot. Not good for Brycie or Lindsey’s patience.
Wish us luck.
Next weekend at Boy’s. Everyone who reads this is invited!
With your comments post what you think we should do:
Here are some of my ideas:
Poker
Boccee Ball
Where’s my Hand
Board Games like Life, Apples to Apples, Balderdash, Trivial Pursuit, Ect.
Hay ride.
(Talk amongst yourselves).
July 25th, 2006
This past weekend was spent…idk, chillin’ with Miles and Holli, going to a fair, playing some bingo, and watching ET with Linds and Gina.
I would’ve posted last night but I fell asleep in my clothes on my bed and woke up at 3AM.
But, Sunday night Lindsey and I attended the Berger wedding. I know Sam from Bill’s and unfortunately I guess he doesn’t have a wealth of friends that aren’t also related. He seems like a decent enough guy, just can’t make friends. I honestly don’t understand it. But, anyways, his mom, Laura, asked if I’d give a speech at his wedding, a bit of a surprise for Sam. The reason, “Sam always thought you were just the funniest person he’d ever met, will you give a humorous speech?”
Best man spoke, Maid of Honor spoke, total speech time, 3 minutes total, my turn. I go up front, no podium. In fact, their table is on a stage kind of thing with 3 steps and then the plateau. So I can either try and fit behind them to give myself some good posture and better speaking area, or I can stand directly in front of the couple, or, as I chose to do, I could make a job and say, “I’ll just crouch down so everyone can see the happy couple”. So I was crouched over on these steps during my entire speech. Which, I was nervous. Linds and I had one person not in the wedding that we could’ve seen ourselves talking to all night, that’s it. And she happen to be related to Sam so was surrounded by family. So, Linds and I were basically strangers in a strange land. But I knew everyone just barely enough that it made it all awkward.
It wasnt like graduation where I didn’t know like 4,000 of the 5,000 people there. That you can get your attitude going like, I won’t see you again and I’m just doin’ dis shit!
So I’m shaking during my speech, like a dog in heat, and I can feel my voice wave a bit, Linds said it all sounded fine and everyone laughed at my jokes, but I was like, Shit. My big joke was telling people what the wedding would’ve been like if Sam would’ve planned everything. Concluding the big with having the new wife shoot a dove. “The Slow One”
Anyways, glad it’s over, got $25 out of the deal. Schwing!
With other news, this morning Hogan is going CRAZY inside, throwing himself against the door, barking, shaking like a cat in heat, just going nutzo. So I look outside, expecting a Unicorn or Voldemort. All I see is a yellow lab, and a “Functioning Male” as mom calls it. God I hope Patches didn’t hear her say that. He’d be crushed, “Functioning? You mean Jesus makes Gods that can do it? DAMN YOU PAULA! GET ME A ROCK!” says Patches.
So this lab is running around outside the fence and I let Hogan out, so yes, it was me, I let the dogs out, woof woof woof woof woof. I forget about it, get dressed, brush my teeth as mom says, “let Hogan in, that dogs out there” Na. I think I’ll choose my own adventure, thanks mom! I go downstairs, realize I hadn’t posted yet and start posting about a speech I gave. When Mom screams downstairs, “GET HOGAN IN!” Now its game time, I gotta see whats happening. Dog fight? Hogan just running around like an idiot? That other dog still not inside the fence?
You were closest if you guessed Hogan running around like an idiot. What you forgot was, “Humping the other male dog like a preteen with a $10 whore” though. It was hilarious, Hogan just running around in circles, jumping on the back of the other, bigger, male and humping away. The other dog didn’t even seem to care. He was just like, “I dont’ mind a little humping here and there.”
Creepy.
Dogs are in, the other dog is gone, all is back to normal.
Game Over.
July 19th, 2006
Don’t read this post if you don’t like gay things
Last chance to shut down your browser and walk away.
Last chance.
Alright, I was thinking, that as I’m pretty much leaving the area for possibly good and can only be back for big holidays and things, depending what the monetary situation allows that is, a farewell to the blog readers is in order. I am not totally sure who all reads the blog so I’ll mostly base it on who comments when I post. This is…my nice guy post.
Lindsey:
What can I say. As much as we have a love hate relationship, I feel we make the perfect match. Who likes a boring lovy dovy couple? Bickering, put downs, but still able to look each other in the eye at the end of the night, thats what it’s all about. What I like about Lindsey is that she is so smart it hurts…my ego. She puts me in my place like no one else and she has made me grow up much faster than I would’ve liked. Which is a good thing. I probably still wouldn’t have picked a major, wouldn’t have done too well at school, been on a first name basis with the Lyon County judges, and I doubt I wouldn’ve graduated in four years. She pushes me like a coach, is there for me like a spouse, and trash talks with me like one of the boys. As I was told long ago, “you have a chick that games, marry her” So I’m gonna. (I believe I’ve heard that at every Madison LAN party)
Miles:
Heay Brother. You can’t say enough about Miles. It’s one thing to be really smart, extremely talented, and artistically talented and it’s another to do them all and be straight. I mean, the clarinet! Poetry! Miles is a pioneer. Miles and I in high school developed the philosophy, “Anything for a joke” and that means fake seizures in public places, talking like a deaf person in public places, hurting ourselves for a cheap laugh, making a bold decision everytime we play Balderdash that we just aren’t going to play to win, as well as many more. More than anything, Miles is a guy of passion. He’s always been passionate with his music, his women, Haji, his acting, his website(s), and his writing. Miles is an all-around awesome guy. The only real bad thing people can say is that he doesn’t come home enough. I mean, what a thing to gripe about, “we’re mad because…we want more of your time”. Kind of funny. Miles has always been the level head I can go to when I need his opinion the most, the one person I can always really have a heart-to-heart with, and just a guy to share ideas with. Miles has proven himself as one of the most patient guys I know, I mean, when he wants to do nothing more than read his book but I am dying to tell him what I think would be the “funniest thing ever” and he listens, dragging his feet, but he listens. Miles is irreplaceable.
Holli:
I heart Holli. I for real hope Miles and Holli have a long future together. Holli is such a nice person she’s hard not to like. What really makes Holli a crowd favorite though, is that she’s sooo nice but has the hint of cynicism, perfect. For example, she hates Hogan. So she can go ahead and say, “Hogan’s a pretty dog” but in the same breath she’ll also say, “I just hope he has a short life”. Not that she’s said that, mom, just I could picture it.
Paula:
Mom, you get a “Nice guy post bullet”, too, since you read my post every once in a while. Mom, what can I say. You’re a brave woman. You have somehow dealt with me for 22 years. You have dealt with some of the rudest foul behavior many people could ever have seen with some of the things I’ve though are funny. As impatient as you are, you must be pretty patient because I don’t have any scars on me from you. Though you did break my arm, it didn’t scar. As much as I fought it, as I got older I realized you and I are all too alike. We wear our emotions on our sleeves, during a sporting event we jump out of our seats, we’re emotional, and we liksta drinky drink. You’ve been too good for words, so props.
Tony:
My ace. Tony also gets the “most patient award” because not only does he have to deal with me, he has to watch Lindsey and Bryce break up, get back together, Bryce grabbing his sand wedge and his putter and refusing to even ride with Lindsey on the golf cart anymore, the bickering, the fighting, the name calling. All of it. But more than that Tony has been one of my best friends since I was a 7th grader. We’re the oddest couple imaginable, Tony likes his peace and quiet, his naps, he’s huge for a Rausch, and Tony has more common sense in his shoes than I do in my entire mini-van. Tony’s always been great, what else can I say? I appreciated everytime he came to Marshall even though we had nothing great planned.
Schaef: Roomy. You have helped create some of the best stories in Big Stone. Between the bottle breaking, me hearing every other morning that you are pretty sure you’re still drunk from the night before, or your racing stories that couldn’t bore me more, being I know nothing about racing. I still can’t believe such an odd couple as us lived together for 2 full years, and that I begged you to live with me at the start. But we had fun, did we not? Cleaning up Batman’s messes, playing ultimate, or just having a beer at noon on a Friday.
Boy:
No matter what weird trend we found ourselves getting into, Boy would shrug his shoulders and hop along. Gaming, even AOM, Boy took on. In fact, Boy got real good at BF42, and BF2 and even had the sweet toys to back his game up, the gel packed wrist rester for the keyboard, the joystick, and he was the first of us to have a DVD burner. And then poker as well, Boy goes and gets a sweet set of chips which came in handy more than once. Boy is the cousin-in-law I am most excited about gaining.
David:
Everyone likes David. What’s not to like? He doesn’t say anything bad about people, he doesn’t curse up a storm, he doesn’t eat babies, and he comes up with the craziest jokes ever. If I went around for a day getting myself into the same crazy situations as David, Red Lodge, I would come home and people would say, “Bryce, you really are stupid, aren’t you?” But when David does we all know Dave isn’t stupid, we just say, “classic David” or “Poor David”, because it happens so much we just assume you’ve got to be sick of it by now, but hey, it makes the best of the best stories. But Dave, you really are the man, you go by the flow and just keep living the dream like nobody I know. You got to love that.
And I completely forgot-David was also a co-founder of the crystal heroes. I was at the age and maturity level that couldn’t handly david’s age and maturity level at the time. I.E. David would continually say he could actually do that, too. We would be attacked or be in a fight and my guy would step up to fight and David would say, I can do that, too. And so we’d both fight even though Dave and everyone else should’ve been on the ground dying and I come to the rescue. I remember many times Dan and Miles saying, “Bryce relax, he’s just a little kid”.
Dan:
Dan falls into much the same category as Miles. The three of us grew up together, earned our stripes as Crystal Heroes together, and even all graduated on the same day. Dan, you and I have always shared the love of sports, like our summer when we lifted and than shot hoops in the Ortonville gym, or going golfing, or frisbee’ing. But I can’t even tell you how impressed I’ve been with how you’ve used your talents in life. Math contests, programming contests, hell even knowledge bowl and college bowl, internships, and now graduate school. And what’s just as good is spiritually I know if I had questions or anything you’re the guy to go to. You recomment books, speakers, you made it that much easier to be catholic when college tends to make it pretty easy not to be. And Dan, if nothing else, when I shoot a 68 on 9 holes but have such a great time doing it, we just have a great time together. Even if it’s as simple as quoting Steve Martin.
Tyler:
A man of hidden talents. When you see Tyler you immediately think, track star. Then you get to know him and he becomes a bit of an artist. I was so impressed with all your photoshop work with those pictures, for real real. And your sports knowledge, especially in the field your going in, will only help. Plus, I knew we’d be good friends once I found out you bled UNC Baby Blue blood, too.
Chet:
My first memories of Chet are actually not particularly fond. Hanging out at the Rolfes house and here’s this cocky Chris Smith kid, maybe barely in high school yet, just saying how he hates everything, or every basketball player sucks except one or two, and so I would wrestle him as he just laughed at me and then saying, Ok get off. Wrestling’s gay. My picture of Chet has sure changed. I now see Chet as this uber hard working kid, sports lover, dedicated bf (kicking and screaming but you KNOW he ain’t looking at any other girls), even smart, funny Chester. I say even smart because if you talk to Chet long enough he might slip up and say something that doesn’t quite workout, but then you see him in class and he’s a good student, good grades, and in a tough field. I have to say I am glad Chet came to SMSU, it made my senior year go awesome. Whether we were playing frisbee, frolfing, playing basketball, running, ping pong, tennis, or pretending to know how to play the guitar in my room, we had a classic year.
Fellows:
Fellows is the kid of the group, though you wouldn’t really guess it talking to him. The athlete of the group, Fellows is actually pretty humble. I think I heard him talk up his game once, “four touchdowns in one game” as tony, tyler, chet, david and I were kicking field goals at the football field. I had to work on Fellows, refusing to come over forever, then like a scared dog we finally lured him and beat him till he couldn’t run away again. Fellows is costing my a fortune on Coronas at the clubhouse, but I hope to visit more often when no one else is working so I can score free drinks from the bar. Fellows is a class act and if it weren’t for these women he recruits from a half an hour away to be his close friends I would enjoy seeing that kid even more. And when Fellows has them gloves on, he can by on my frisbee team anyday.
Kelsey:
Another one of those all around good people. For serious, Kelsey is too nice, especially to be dating Chet, who’s mister “anti”. Kelsey is one of those class act people that you feel good for when she wins awards, scholarships, or hell, even crowns.
Molly:
My seester. What can I say. Molly is growing up. She’s about 17, just naive enough that I can still make some sick jokes around her without her getting it, but old enough that I can ask her opinions on my life. It seems weird that my little sister is now about ready to be an upperclassmen in HS and is even old enough to date. But Molly’s cool. Good for a chat and good to be goofy with.
Brenna:
Littlest Seester. She’s growing up, too. I mean, she’s in 8th grade, I remember 8th grade, in 9th grade I had classmates showing up to school trashed, in 8th grade I remember feeling old. Top of BSC. Bren, I feel bad that I’ll probably miss your prime years as you develop as a person more and more. So much mystery lies with Brenna. But then again, so much mystery has been unfolded already, I mean, you get moody like you’re sure to do more and more of, you can be sarcastic, funny, witty, and dumb. I spose smart, too. I see you whipping out MSN emoticons faster than mom can find another website about Irish Setters. One thing you can’t take away from us Bren is our double trouble handshake.
Dad:
Hey, we’re partners, what else can I say?
I could go through and make sure to mention everyone involved in my life, but this was only really meant for those who read my posts, those I hang out with most the time, and those I’m closest to in age.
And this concludes the nice guy post.
July 12th, 2006
It was a crazy Tuesday for me, driving 7 hours and then going straight to a family get-together of Linds’, my first since we got engaged. Didn’t even have a real chance to blog until after Tuesday was over, and I was too tired.
So here’s your post.
I played in a surreal game of Ultimate Frisbee at the reunion. Not surreal because of the intensity, level of play, or its dramatic conclusion, but because of how many people were interested in playing. We had around 30 people total participate in a game that many of them hadn’t heard of before.
It was very crazy, I stayed true to form and ripped off my shirt as the game started, cause I was wearing a really nice cotton polo shirt which would’ve been completely soaked.
The reunion was a blast, though. Most of my cousins made it, which I realize is going to be a more and more difficult task as we get older. I think Jacque, Maria, Lizzy, and Maria were the only one’s I expected to see that I didn’t. Kim came from SC, Jenny came from London, Joel came from DC, Kent came from Virginia, and Holly and her husband Brian came in from Texas.
Main highlights: Sat drove to Madison to pick up Dan, Holli, and Miles, left and Dan had his GPS running which I have decided is a super cool thing to have. It saved my ass once during the trip. Got to Herman and Jane’s and pretty much went straight to mass. Rausch’s filled the entire church. Then, we to Tim and his wife Molly’s house. Played a card-ish game, everyone draws a card from a small stack and whoever has the Jack has to wink at another player while the person who draws the King tries to see who winked. Once the Jack winks at someone the person winked AT, once they are ready, announces, “A deal has been made”. Note: I wink really long and only with my right eye. So it was pretty certain about 2 or 3 people everytime would see me wink. Das’ ok, anything for a joke, right?
Next day, practice round. Dan and I tore it up, literally. I mean, literally. I shot a 68 and he shot a 70 for nine holes. We had a lot of fun though, a LOT! It was seriously a blast. When we got in and I told lil brenna what I shot she said, “ARE YOU SERIOUS! That’s what I shoot!” Burn.
By the end of the night everyone had heard what Dan and I shot. We went to a park, catered by KFC, then Ultimately Frisbeed. Then watched a kick ass fireworks display by Chuck’s house.
Next morning golfed my round, 96, and then went to the hotel, to prepare for our directory taking. Then found out it was all a wasted effort. Banquetted it up, Dan and I gave a speech. Everyone had a sheet on their seat when they sat down with blanks to fill in directory information and I announced that they could turn them in to Miles, Dan, or I, whoever they liked the most. Miles had about a stack of 20 within the hour. I had 3, Chad’s, David’s, and my own. No one likes me. Then that night played the craziest game of Peanut’s ever. 16 people! It was awesome though.
Next day, went to Pete’s restaurant to have Miles and Dan try to fix the computer and then hit the road.
Miles, do you have my pillow, you used it when you slept on the floor that first night and I never saw it again, but I love that pillow, is it in Madison?
July 5th, 2006