Kings Update:
WARNING: NOT FOR THE WEAK STOMACHED!!
Today, I had a Kings casualty. I noticed a blister beneath one of my toe nails, and the toe nail was craked. I pulled the toe nail a little and the blister popped...and then the toe nail came clean off.
It was the Piggy that Stayed Home's Nail.
Poor toe nail, I will try to regrow you soon.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Tony-Phillipe - Hairdresser
I can do a few things well.
I'm pretty good at volleyball. I know my way around records. I can cook a mean Kraft Mac and Cheese. But when it comes to working with my hands, I'm no Bob Villa. I did make some excellent record shelves, but by-and-large, I'm not so good with my hands.
(My beautiful record shelves...top two rows)
For some reason unknown to me still, Becky decided she wanted me to highlight her hair. This is wrong on so many levels.
First: The above mentioned "not being good with my hands" thing.
Second: Big hands...small head...precise work. These things do not go together.
Third: I have no hair...why would I be good at doing hair, when I have no experience doing my own?
Fourth: I'M A GUY!! Ladies, don't ask a guy to do your hair if you want it to come out well. We just don't have the patience for it!!
Somehow, I'm still not sure how, she talked me into doing it. I prepared my tools.
I had the Revlon kit, the instructions, and some blue goo that ladies willingly put on their head. The instructions said: "Mix the powder into the conditioner until it's smooth, but don't over mix, because it could get too hot"...too hot? What is this stuff, acid?
But before I mixed, I had to put the little hat on Becky, and fish strands of hair out of what seemed like a million holes with what looked like a crochet needle. Yes, it was as fun as it sounds!!
The instructions said: "For muted highlights, pull hair out of every other hole." Unfortunately for me, I read that as, "Pull hair out of every hole." So, for the next hour, I was pulling strands, pulling strands, pulling strands.
Me: "I think I'm pulling out, too much."
Becky: "Yeah, way too much."
Me: "Why didn't you stop me."
Becky: "I don't know."
I re-read the directions, and realized my error. I had to pull the cap off, and begin all over. Every OTHER whole. I began again...pulling strands, pulling strands, pulling strands. Yes, still as fun as it sounds.
At this point, it was after 11 pm, and I was tired. But I knew I had to move on. I mixed the Blue Goo, and followed the instructions to put on the gloves, so my skin wouldn't touch the Goo.
This was where the problems began. The gloves, it seems, were made for a 5 year old girl...Unfortunately, my hands are slightly larger than that of a five year old girl. I tried to put them on, but only got about half way before I started freaking out because they were so tight on my fingers.
Me: Oh My God!! They won't go on, THEY WON'T GO ON!!
Becky: Calm down!
Me: But THEY WON'T GO ON!! AAARRRRGGGHHH! (This is where I went running out of the room screaming.)
Becky calmed me down and after a few more attempts to get the glove on, I finally forced in on, tearing it in the process. Oops!! I started brushing the hair strands with the Blue Goo. I tried to not put too much on, because of the burn warning. My hands were sweating because of the stupid tight gloves!! But I pushed on.
After the first application, her hair still looked brown, so I had to get down and dirty. I had to apply more Blue Goo with my tightly gloved fingers. I lathered it on heavy, coating every strand with Goo. It took forever!! I grabbed each strand and coated it individually. I wanted to do this right, so I really concentrated on something other than those gloves (oh, those horrible gloves).
When the Blue Goo was applied, we waited.
After an extremely long wait, Becky put down her BeatleFest magazine, and we rinsed. I think the final results are pretty good!!
Just call me Tony-Phillipe!! If you would like your hair dyed, just let me know...BUT BUY BIGGER GLOVES!!
I'm pretty good at volleyball. I know my way around records. I can cook a mean Kraft Mac and Cheese. But when it comes to working with my hands, I'm no Bob Villa. I did make some excellent record shelves, but by-and-large, I'm not so good with my hands.
(My beautiful record shelves...top two rows)
For some reason unknown to me still, Becky decided she wanted me to highlight her hair. This is wrong on so many levels.
First: The above mentioned "not being good with my hands" thing.
Second: Big hands...small head...precise work. These things do not go together.
Third: I have no hair...why would I be good at doing hair, when I have no experience doing my own?
Fourth: I'M A GUY!! Ladies, don't ask a guy to do your hair if you want it to come out well. We just don't have the patience for it!!
Somehow, I'm still not sure how, she talked me into doing it. I prepared my tools.
I had the Revlon kit, the instructions, and some blue goo that ladies willingly put on their head. The instructions said: "Mix the powder into the conditioner until it's smooth, but don't over mix, because it could get too hot"...too hot? What is this stuff, acid?
But before I mixed, I had to put the little hat on Becky, and fish strands of hair out of what seemed like a million holes with what looked like a crochet needle. Yes, it was as fun as it sounds!!
The instructions said: "For muted highlights, pull hair out of every other hole." Unfortunately for me, I read that as, "Pull hair out of every hole." So, for the next hour, I was pulling strands, pulling strands, pulling strands.
Me: "I think I'm pulling out, too much."
Becky: "Yeah, way too much."
Me: "Why didn't you stop me."
Becky: "I don't know."
I re-read the directions, and realized my error. I had to pull the cap off, and begin all over. Every OTHER whole. I began again...pulling strands, pulling strands, pulling strands. Yes, still as fun as it sounds.
At this point, it was after 11 pm, and I was tired. But I knew I had to move on. I mixed the Blue Goo, and followed the instructions to put on the gloves, so my skin wouldn't touch the Goo.
This was where the problems began. The gloves, it seems, were made for a 5 year old girl...Unfortunately, my hands are slightly larger than that of a five year old girl. I tried to put them on, but only got about half way before I started freaking out because they were so tight on my fingers.
Me: Oh My God!! They won't go on, THEY WON'T GO ON!!
Becky: Calm down!
Me: But THEY WON'T GO ON!! AAARRRRGGGHHH! (This is where I went running out of the room screaming.)
Becky calmed me down and after a few more attempts to get the glove on, I finally forced in on, tearing it in the process. Oops!! I started brushing the hair strands with the Blue Goo. I tried to not put too much on, because of the burn warning. My hands were sweating because of the stupid tight gloves!! But I pushed on.
After the first application, her hair still looked brown, so I had to get down and dirty. I had to apply more Blue Goo with my tightly gloved fingers. I lathered it on heavy, coating every strand with Goo. It took forever!! I grabbed each strand and coated it individually. I wanted to do this right, so I really concentrated on something other than those gloves (oh, those horrible gloves).
When the Blue Goo was applied, we waited.
After an extremely long wait, Becky put down her BeatleFest magazine, and we rinsed. I think the final results are pretty good!!
Just call me Tony-Phillipe!! If you would like your hair dyed, just let me know...BUT BUY BIGGER GLOVES!!
Kings: Year 10
Volleyball hurts. It hurts my knees, it hurts my shoulder, it even hurts my pride sometimes. But I love it, and I don't see myself stopping the torture anytime soon. This past weekend was the 10th Annual Kings of the Gillespie Beach.
Ok, quick outline...Volleyball, 2 on 2, 8 players. Each person has to play a match with the other 7 players. The top 4 win/loss records goes to the finals, or the "Kings" round. My goal was simple...make the "Kings" round.
Eight warriors entered the day...Three time King Shannon Burch, Twice Kings Champion and co-founder Andy Gillespie, Co-King founder Scott Crank, Toby Paswater, Brian Wilhelm, Brian's friend Todd (who filled in for the Reigning King Hank Myers who couldn't be there because his priorities are in the wrong place - just kidding Hank!! - Myself a Co-founder and Two time King and the eighth spot was filled by the Grand Pooba of Kings, "Big D" Dave Gillespie. At age 56, and needing a complete hip replacement, Big D inspired the players to go out and do their best.
My first match was with the Veteran, Big D. Maybe it was the father/son doubles tournaments that we played in together, I don't know, but somehow, we managed to win. His only victory of the day...but it was good enough to leave him in 7th for the day. I went on to win 5 more matches, and loose just 1 in the pool play. I was in to the finals...for the 10th year in a row, I have made the round of "Kings".
Scott , who had only made the finals once in 10 tries was optimistic about the day, but realistic at the same time.
"I have 6 Gatorades in my cooler, 6 Cokes, 8 bottles of water, 6 beers, and if I go out early...a bottle of Vodka."
He didn't go out early. His fiery play dominated the field and he snuck into the finals in the 4th spot. Andy and Shannon rounded out the field, and the "Kings" round was set.
FIRST MATCH: ANDY-SCOTT vs TONY-SHANNON
Andy and Scott had just played the last match of the pool play together, so their chemistry was fresh. They also have years of experience playing together. But so do Shannon and I...so I knew this was going to be a close game. After Andy and Scott broke out to a big lead, Shannon and I recovered, but lost 22-20.
SECOND MATCH: ANDY-SHANNON vs TONY-SCOTT
Scott and I should have had the upper hand on this one, but my body was letting me down, and the serves just kept coming my way. I feel like I let Scott down, as we lost 21-16.
LAST MATCH: ANDY-TONY vs SCOTT-SHANNON
I thought we would win this match and Andy would become the champion. But an onslaught of serves my way, and a few mistakes cost Andy the crown, as we lost 21-17, and the title went to Shannon.
In the end, Shannon took the crown by just a few points, but he modestly declared he didn't deserve it, as Scott played the best ball all day long. Shannon was right, Scott played incredible. But the trophy goes to Shannon for another year.
In the end 8 players began, 4 made the "Kings" round, and 1 was crowned King. In other math related news, I counted 9 blisters on my toes. NINE!!
My knees look like baseballs (very soft squishy baseballs) and they feel like they have nails driven in them. My shoulder hurts, my legs hurt...but I would do it all over again...in the name of volleyball, and in pursuit to become the "King".
Ok, quick outline...Volleyball, 2 on 2, 8 players. Each person has to play a match with the other 7 players. The top 4 win/loss records goes to the finals, or the "Kings" round. My goal was simple...make the "Kings" round.
Eight warriors entered the day...Three time King Shannon Burch, Twice Kings Champion and co-founder Andy Gillespie, Co-King founder Scott Crank, Toby Paswater, Brian Wilhelm, Brian's friend Todd (who filled in for the Reigning King Hank Myers who couldn't be there because his priorities are in the wrong place - just kidding Hank!! - Myself a Co-founder and Two time King and the eighth spot was filled by the Grand Pooba of Kings, "Big D" Dave Gillespie. At age 56, and needing a complete hip replacement, Big D inspired the players to go out and do their best.
My first match was with the Veteran, Big D. Maybe it was the father/son doubles tournaments that we played in together, I don't know, but somehow, we managed to win. His only victory of the day...but it was good enough to leave him in 7th for the day. I went on to win 5 more matches, and loose just 1 in the pool play. I was in to the finals...for the 10th year in a row, I have made the round of "Kings".
Scott , who had only made the finals once in 10 tries was optimistic about the day, but realistic at the same time.
"I have 6 Gatorades in my cooler, 6 Cokes, 8 bottles of water, 6 beers, and if I go out early...a bottle of Vodka."
He didn't go out early. His fiery play dominated the field and he snuck into the finals in the 4th spot. Andy and Shannon rounded out the field, and the "Kings" round was set.
FIRST MATCH: ANDY-SCOTT vs TONY-SHANNON
Andy and Scott had just played the last match of the pool play together, so their chemistry was fresh. They also have years of experience playing together. But so do Shannon and I...so I knew this was going to be a close game. After Andy and Scott broke out to a big lead, Shannon and I recovered, but lost 22-20.
SECOND MATCH: ANDY-SHANNON vs TONY-SCOTT
Scott and I should have had the upper hand on this one, but my body was letting me down, and the serves just kept coming my way. I feel like I let Scott down, as we lost 21-16.
LAST MATCH: ANDY-TONY vs SCOTT-SHANNON
I thought we would win this match and Andy would become the champion. But an onslaught of serves my way, and a few mistakes cost Andy the crown, as we lost 21-17, and the title went to Shannon.
In the end, Shannon took the crown by just a few points, but he modestly declared he didn't deserve it, as Scott played the best ball all day long. Shannon was right, Scott played incredible. But the trophy goes to Shannon for another year.
In the end 8 players began, 4 made the "Kings" round, and 1 was crowned King. In other math related news, I counted 9 blisters on my toes. NINE!!
My knees look like baseballs (very soft squishy baseballs) and they feel like they have nails driven in them. My shoulder hurts, my legs hurt...but I would do it all over again...in the name of volleyball, and in pursuit to become the "King".
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Devil Party 6/6/06
My friend Shannon is the devil.
Well, I should explain he isn't really the devil, but he does have the dubious distinction of having been born on the day of the devil...June 6th, which we all know this year made the date 6/6/06. What better way to celebrate this once in a lifetime date, than with a devil party!!
The first step was transforming the basement of Shannon's house into Satan's Lair.
Basement Before:
Basement After:
(Special thanks to Rob Zombie for standing in the corner all night!!)
Becky and I prepared ourselves, and headed out to the great event...
(Cape made by the talented Becky).
(The Lovely - and talented - Becky)
We arrived at 6:06 and proceeded to party down to a mix of Devilish tunes:
Devil Inside...Running With the Devil...Shout at the Devil...Devil Went Down to Georgia (which is a great tune to "Lord of the Dance" to)...Sympathy for the Devil...Ok, you get the picture.
The guests arrived in their various Devil attire.
(Brian and Christy sporting their Me So Horny
shirts...guess the honeymoon isn't over for these
crazy kids!!)
(Toby sporting an AC/DC shirt with Rob. Either
Rob is extremely short, or Toby is 8 feet tall!!)
(Ella and Jason came with HOT shirts on)
(And Shannon, the birthday boy, dressed as
Scott Weiland from Stone Temple Pilots...I
guess he thought he was devilish.)
The party was awesome for several hours. We did some things that should not be repeated to the world (you know, secret sacrifice things). I can't show you very many other pictures, cause I don't want to embarrass anyone who was at the party (and because I know there are some real crazy pictures of me out there, and I need to "scratch their backs" so they don't put a knife in mine if you know what I mean!!)
Let's just leave it at this:
(Scott Weiland - I mean Shannon, Brian, Toby,
Me, FRONT: Rob Zombie)
Well, I should explain he isn't really the devil, but he does have the dubious distinction of having been born on the day of the devil...June 6th, which we all know this year made the date 6/6/06. What better way to celebrate this once in a lifetime date, than with a devil party!!
The first step was transforming the basement of Shannon's house into Satan's Lair.
Basement Before:
Basement After:
(Special thanks to Rob Zombie for standing in the corner all night!!)
Becky and I prepared ourselves, and headed out to the great event...
(Cape made by the talented Becky).
(The Lovely - and talented - Becky)
We arrived at 6:06 and proceeded to party down to a mix of Devilish tunes:
Devil Inside...Running With the Devil...Shout at the Devil...Devil Went Down to Georgia (which is a great tune to "Lord of the Dance" to)...Sympathy for the Devil...Ok, you get the picture.
The guests arrived in their various Devil attire.
(Brian and Christy sporting their Me So Horny
shirts...guess the honeymoon isn't over for these
crazy kids!!)
(Toby sporting an AC/DC shirt with Rob. Either
Rob is extremely short, or Toby is 8 feet tall!!)
(Ella and Jason came with HOT shirts on)
(And Shannon, the birthday boy, dressed as
Scott Weiland from Stone Temple Pilots...I
guess he thought he was devilish.)
The party was awesome for several hours. We did some things that should not be repeated to the world (you know, secret sacrifice things). I can't show you very many other pictures, cause I don't want to embarrass anyone who was at the party (and because I know there are some real crazy pictures of me out there, and I need to "scratch their backs" so they don't put a knife in mine if you know what I mean!!)
Let's just leave it at this:
(Scott Weiland - I mean Shannon, Brian, Toby,
Me, FRONT: Rob Zombie)
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Drug Problem # 2
If anyone knows what this sign means, please let me know!!
(Sign on the side of a flower store.)
And I thought THIS was bad!!
(Sign on the side of a flower store.)
And I thought THIS was bad!!
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