Little Cart Thief

I was in line at Walmart the other night, this little 4 year old comes out of nowhere, pushes me, says "Vete!" (which basically means 'leave' or 'go away') and takes my shopping cart. I just stand there and smile because he can barely reach the handle, and doesn't really do anything but stand there with my cart.

His parents eventually see him, grab him and apologize profusely. It's too bad we live in a world where most people would get annoyed or say something like 'where are the parents? Why is this poorly raised kid wandering around taking people's carts? Ppl need to watch day kids tho'

Good Morning Homeless of San Diego River

So I've been jogging (jogging because I haven't worked my way up to actually running yet) the path at SD River in Mission Valley most mornings. Peaceful walk, including, believe it or not, the homeless there.

The standard stereotype is that homeless are crazy, smelly druggies that beg for food or money so they can booze up. But I guess San Diego being classy and all, means that our homeless are classy too. The several encounters I've had with the homeless people there were not the usual case.

Good Will Hunting Homeless: I'll start with my favorite box-living dude. He sleeps in a box next to a bench. Usually I catch him awake reading one of his books. He has about 6 or 7 stacked next to him, along with a newspaper, reading glasses, and yes, an iPad. An iPad. The thoughts in my head that justify how he got his hands on an iPad are endless... and how does he charge it when the battery is low. He dresses standard for a homeless guy: tattered coat, dirty stained pants, shaggy hair. What tickles my fancy are the seemingly deep thought provoking conversations he has with other bystanders. This leads me to believe he is some sort of intellectual genius philosopher who is well versed in the secrets of mankind. But I digress. Until I muster up the courage to talk to him, the question of his genius will remain just that.

Toothy Thumbs Up: alright so his name isn't all that original or well thought out. His front few teeth are missing and he always gives me the thumbs up when I jog passed him. I just think it's cool that he apparently has a positive outlook on life and appreciates my attempt at a healthy lifestyle. It's good to have a little positive reinforcement.

A man and his pouch: this homeless dude is just that, some homeless dude. I'm going to hilight his dog because, as most if you know, dogs are hilarious. This one in particular has a tennis ball. He carries it around proudly with his head held high. It's almost as if like he is pet to his master, his ball is his pet. When they stop for a break, he drops the ball and let's it roll around a bit. When it's time to leave he grabs it and off they go.

These are just a few, but I realize this post has gone on far too long. Enough.

Another sun....clou...rain....uhh. What's up with the weather?

Yes. Oddly enough I'm returning to blog about the weather. Actually it's more of an ice breaker. (Sexy voice): Hello...noticed you from across the bar...

I've decided that I want to delve deep into Social Media, so my blog will rise from the ashes like a phoenix and once again bring you glorious nonsensical content. You're welcome Internet. I've got all the basics:

Facebook

Twitter

Instagram

Pintrest

I'm probably missing some more (s'more). I'm thinking G+, Vine, Youtube? Any others? I'm not doing all this to be vain. Social Media is becoming more and more of a main source of communication. The more versed I am at it the better. Plus, Social Media Expert could make for a good side job.

I'm directing another musical. This time it's The Little Mermaid Jr. This would make it musical #4. Not sure if it will be the last (I don't see any others that I like or that I'm comfortable directing), but if it is, I will definitely go out with a ... wait for it ... ... ... SPLASH! Yes, I went there.

I have many great, elaborate, expansive (and expensive) ideas for props, sets, backdrops, costumes. Hopefully this is the year that I get it all done in advanced and I'm not sitting in my room at 3:00am hot gluing sequences to flower skirts.

And then there was basketball. Since last we spoke (2009?) I was a mere padawan coach: a couple practices a week, one 7 week season, finishing with a record of 3-4 or 4 -3 every once in a while. I am presently a full fledged Jedi Sith Knight Lord (spoiler alert, sorry Star Wars fans, that's where the future of the franchise is going). Crusader Basketball has become a year round sport. We play 4 leagues per year, 3 tournaments, and several shoot outs here and there. We are up to 6 hours of practice a week, some nights (I stay up cashing in my bad luck) until 7pm. I've introduced my players to club basketball. These group of kids have come along way and so have I. We currently have a 3-1 record with the one loss coming this past weekend to a really good team. We have the talent to hopefully face them again come tournament time. I am extremely proud of how far along they've come. There are games where I think to myself "Oh! That would be awesome if he could..." and they said he does it before I finish my thought. You cant help but put a smile on your face when you see these kids execute plays/moves that you have been practicing. We have a few games ahead before the big tournament. Hopefully we keep that momentum.

You're lucky that last paragraph wasn't the whole post. It has been suggested by others not to bring up my basketball team as a conversation starter because I will go on and on and on. My brother and close friends can attest to that.

I leave you with a concern from the other day:

I opened my fortune cookie. Ate the cookie, but threw away the fortune without reading it. It's been bugging me all week. What did it say? Does this mean I will have bad luck? I am reminded of an episode of Regular Show starring said fortune cookie. HmHmHmHm.