Archive for the ‘Awesome!’ Category
Earlier in the year, my Dad expressed to me an interest in starting his own blog. I thought this was a great idea! So I bought him his own domain name, installed the latest version of Wordpress, and then off he went. He hasn’t done a whole lot on it, but nevertheless, I am proud to see him give it a shot. Seeing him with his own blog is kind of like getting a text message from your parents for the first time. 
Anyway, if you want to check it out, you can give it a look at www.porfirioquesada.com. I feel I have to warn you that he is “old-school conservative”. And I know there may be a time when he posts something that may hurt the feelings of extreme politically correct types. But at the same time, I can guarantee you he will always keep things tasteful and classy. In other words, nothing like my blog. 
I’m proud of you, Pop. Say nice things about me…
-Dave Q.
I don’t know what the heck this Campari stuff is that Jessica Alba is drinking, but if it makes all girls look that hot, then someone needs to start loading these into vending machines. And water fountains! Did’t she just have a baby recently?!? Damn!
And for the record, I know her chest wasn’t that big before. At least, er…. that’s what I’ve heard. So do we have the drink to thank for that, too?
-Dave Q.
Just watch the video. Insane shot at the end for the win. Wow! Makes me want to play some ball. But unfortunately none of my buddies have the stones to play me. Actually, one buddy did. Bud he had to move to Austin for “work”. I’m pretty sure that was just an excuse to avoid playing ball with me.
-Dave Q.
I somehow have the energy to post this, but I really don’t know how. I am flippin’ tired. I can’t stop yawning.
Let’s see. Yesterday was Thanksgiving. I got my day going around 7am. The Turkey Trot started at 9am, so I had to get up early to start stretching. I can’t express to you how important stretching has become for me. I remember when I was younger that I would do stuff without stretching, and generally had no problems. Now if I don’t stretch before doing a physical activity, then the next day I feel more like 53 instead of 33.
Anyway, I did the 4 mile Turkey Trot. It wasn’t that bad. Pain was minimal, and I didn’t come in last. So mission accomplished! Of course, my Dad ran it with me and beat me by 4 minutes. In my defense, he’s always been a runner. I, on the other hand, have to work at it. I wish I had some pics to share, but there just wasn’t a good opportunity for photos. But to help you visualize, I look pretty damn good with a piece of paper saftey pinned to my shirt with a four digit number on it. I’m just sayin’.
So when I finished the Trot, I went home, showered, and did the Thanksgiving thing. That pretty much consists of eating and then watching football, with a couple of naps in between. But for whatever reason, I didn’t nap (I know, the Apocolypse). I didn’t get into bed until 11:30pm. And that lasted four hours, because I had to make a run at Black Friday. Hey, I hate shopping. Let me be clear about that. But some deals you have to jump on.
So, I went. I purchased. I got breakfast. Then I came into work. Yes, I am at work today. It was my turn this year to do the day after Thanksgiving. So here I am, rubbing my eyes, yawning, and re-typing all my typos. I need sleep like Ben Affleck needs acting lessons.
Looking forward to some ZZZZZs…
-Dave Q.
Now it’s starting to feel like the holidays. Nothing against Halloween, but Thanksgiving? Now we’re talking! Halloween is just a mild little warm up. It’s fun, but it doesn’t quite get me in the holiday spirit like Thanksgiving.
A time for giving thanks. A time for spending with family. A time to eat too much. And a time to get as much sleep as possible because you are probably going to find a deal advertised in the paper that you can’t resist. Hmmmm. Maybe Black Friday should be just as big as Thanksgiving these days. So if I am to worn out from fighting with fellow shoppers tomorrow to blog about it, then let me tell you now, Happy Black Friday. And may you get everything you want on your shopping list. Unless there is only one left and it’s down to you and me. In which case, I wish you a merry raincheck.
-Dave Q.
Ok. I’m not entirely sure what this is. Or what the word even means. Is it Italian? Anyway, a fellow blogger has “tagged” me with a meme. And from what I gather, it is a challenge of sorts. Or maybe more like a dare to see if I will follow through. I don’t know. I’m probably way off with this. I will Google it later.
Anyway, this individual who tagged me is such a wholesome, innocent person, that there really isn’t anything risque about the tagging. All I have to do is list 5 things I consider fabulous. I think this sort of thing is reserved for girls and that is why I am not expected to comply. Screw that. I’m comfortable in my manhood. Let me tell you what I think is fabulous:
- Tickets to a San Antonio Spurs game. Not much more fabulous than that! But I can’t use that word anymore. From here on out “fabulous” will be substituted with “Bad-ass”.
- Sweet tea. I abondoned drinking all forms of soda in 1999 (no joke, long story). So there is nothing non-alcoholic more bad-ass than sweet tea.
- HD Television. HD is bad-ass! I can’t even look at regular television anymore. How did I ever live without HD?!? Seriously. Everything looks so blurry and pixelated. If you haven’t jumped on the HD band wagon, I’ve got 2 words for you. “ALL ABOARD!”
- Fantasy Football. Despite the fact I am having a crappy year (again), there is just something so bad-ass about beating your friends and stomping on their hopes to win the league. Ah, yes. It’s good to celebrate a victory with a tall cold glass of sweet tea.
- Thanksgiving. I saved this one for last because what makes Thanksgiving so bad-ass is the moment to stop, look around and appreciate your family and loved ones, and thank God for how bad-ass they are. And turkey legs and pumpkin pie have a certain “bad-assness” about them.
So, that’s that. If that’s not the most fabulous bad-ass list possible, then I don’t know what is. In fact, I can go on, and on. But all that is what’s apparently on my mind right now.
So I was on my way to look up “memes” on Wikipedia, but I guess they are doing some maintenance or something. Oh well. Maybe it’s better if I don’t know.
-Dave Q.
So as I have been doing a lot more running lately in preparing for the Turkey Trot, I have been using my iPod quite a bit. I have to say that I am somewhat amazed at my broad range of music tastes. When someone asks me what kind of music I listen to, I respond with “a little bit of everything”. And it couldn’t be more true. Seriously if you searched through my iPod, you would have a confused look on your face.
I mostly listen to music of the Alternative genre (U2, Smashing Pumpkins, Red Hot Chili Peppers) but I seiously have some rap, country, and some classical all mixed in there. When I go running, I just put my iPod to shuffle all songs. So yeah, it goes from one extreme to another. But last night when I was running, the Andrea Bocelli song, Con Te, Partiro came on. It’s a beautiful song. And it’s in Italian. So I spent some time trying to figure out what he was singing about. I kept repeating the song on my iPod. It was officially driving me crazy! I seriously can’t get the song out of my head. So I am now Googling the translation. And here it is:
I’LL GO WITH YOU (Con te Partiro-English Translation)
When I’m alone
I dream on the horizon
And words fail
Yes, I know there is no light
In a room where the sun is absent
If you are not with me
At the windows
Show everone my heart
Which you set alight
Enclose within me
The light you
Encountered on the street
I’ll go with you
To countries I never
Saw and shared with you
Now, yes, I shall experience them
I’ll go with you
On ships across seas
Which, I know,
No, no, exist no longer
With you I shall experience them
When you are far away
I dream on the horizon
And words fail
And yes, I know
That you are with me
You, my moon, are here with me
My sun, you are here with me
I’ll go with you
To countries I never
Saw and shared with you
Now, yes, I shall experience them
I’ll go with you
On ships across seas
Which, I know,
No, no, exist no longer
With you I shall experience them again
I’ll go with you
On ships across seas
Which, I know,
No, no, exist no longer
With you I shall experience them again
I’ll go with you
I with you
So, I was way off in my own translation in my head. I thought he was dumping his woman. Instead, he’s quite the romantic. Thanks for making the rest of us men look bad, Bocelli. If you’ve never heard the song, it’s worth a listen. Trust me. And if you give it a listen and hate it, send your complaints to: andrea@bocelli.com.
-Dave Q.
