Splinters and Passports


So I’m planning on going to Canada. It will be my first time leaving the continental 48 states. Sweet ay? It still may not happen though, and if it does, I may struggle to get back. Let me explain. I’ve never had a passport, and didn’t even think of documentation I’d need to get into the Great White North. So last week I ordered my birth certificate, then yesterday I signed up for a passport. I got it expedited, so I should get it within 3 weeks. I think I only need my license and birth certificate to get into Canada, but thanks to a new law as of 2 days ago, I may need a passport to get back in. So my plan is to have people here mail me the thing when it arrives.

We’ll see how that all pans out. I’m driving up there with Cam, my French-Canadian friend in a little, shoot, can’t remember, I think it’s a little Toyota something or other. I’m pretty sure it will be fine, but it’s a 24 hour drive. About the first 20 hours are up the US East coast. I plan on trying out a big ol’ Georgia peach.

Next on the docket is my butt. On Monday this week, I was shooting some hoops in the driveway of work, and I had a run in with the pole that is erecting the backboard and hoop and all that. The story at least starts out kinda cool, because I just recently started getting my legs back and I had a pretty good dunk. On the way down from the dunk, my right butt cheek slid down the wood 6×6 or whatever size pole it is. I took some of the pole with me.

Some good sized splinters made it through my shorts, and I couldn’t quite tell at the time if they made it inside of me too or not. I pulled some out of my shorts and went on with trying to be like Rex Chapman and all was well.

Later that night, after eating dinner, I was brushing my teeth and decided to check out the wound. There was a nice little hole (yes, I just made reference to a butt hole, but not that hole). I picked at it to see if there was anything in there, and a couple minutes later, tweezed out a splinter about twice the thickness of a toothpick and about a half inch long.

That was all fine and dandy, but probably 2 inches past that, I could feel another hard object about the same size deep under my skin. Apparently more wood got crammed way up in there (this is sounding more homo-erotic, not so cool) in my butt. Luckily it’s just the cheek, so no vital organs or veins or anything.

Now it’s a couple days later, and it hurts a bit there. I should probably go to a doctor, but I’ve got weak insurance, and I’m curious to see what my body will do to try to get rid of that thing.

So in a few days I’m off to Canada with some wood in my butt cheek and no passport. Sweet!



Hello there internet people. Spring is here and it feels summer-ish in Central Florida. We’ve been busier than expected at the good old Wakeboard Camp, which is pretty sweet. I can’t remember if I’ve put it on here before or not, and am too lazy to check, but I’ve noticed a funny thing that happens when you work somewhere you enjoy. I end up spending at least three or four more hours a day at work than I am scheduled to work. A lot of that is because I go ride with my fellow coaches, but I also end up just hanging out with the people there.

We get people from all over, so it’s fun to hang out with them. It’s kind of like I’m going to different little hang out spots all over the world, but it always happens about three minutes away from my house. Kind of a neat thing. Just in the past month, we’ve had people from probably seven or eight different countries.

A theory I’ve recently concocted is that many Californians seem to think that California is not one state, but two: Southern California and Northern California. I would add to this that those same folks are unaware that California doesn’t actually end just to the North of San Francisco and Sacramento, but continues on for about another 250 miles or so to the North.

To me, it makes more sense to call the San Fransisco area Central California. Maybe they don’t know what California looks like, I’m not sure. Pay attention though next time you’re around a group of people from California.

Other than that, I’m still me, still riding sideways on the water, still rocking and rolling. Until next time, be excellent to each other!

Another Day in the Life


Today was another good day to give the good readers a taste of what it is I’m doing down here.

I got to sleep in a bit today, had the morning off. At 9:30, I left to help Amber, my friend (and super duper pro wakeboarder) from Australia, pack up her stuff and move into her new place. Got done around noon, so I came home, showered, and headed over to work.

I was on the schedule to coach this afternoon, so I heated up some pizza from last night and had some lunch before going out on the boat. Today I had 2 Greek riders, a couple from Indiana, and a dude from Illinois (I think). We had a good time out there. Worked on some tantrums, some 180s, some toeside jumping, and switch riding. During that time, there were as many as 5 boats out on the lake running the same line, since they were all boats somehow tied to The Wakeboard Camp. Kyle and Ben (both super duper pro wakeboarders) had some private lessons to give, then 3 camp boats with 4-5 people in each of them.

After riding and putting the boats away, we all hung out a bit and talked about the rides during the day.

My night ended with going out for a sushi dinner, which Amber bought for me for helping her move, awesome. I went with Amber and Chad (super duper wakeboard coach), my neighbor, and met up with a foursome of people from England and Australia. Had a great time talking and laughing and what not, and now I’m about to pass out.

So, today I ate/coached/talked with and met people from French Canada, Normal Canada, Greece, Sweden, England, Australia, and the good old US of A.

That’s actually a pretty typical day (except the moving part) here in the spring/summer time. I dig it. I’ve never left the 48 continental states, but I get to meet people from all over the world every day. Good fun!



Well, I’m about to deconstruct my computer desk. Thought I’d throw a post up right before doing that. I’m moving about a mile away. The new place is great, and it’s right next to a couple real good friends of mine. As in, it’s the condo connected to their condo. I’m really excited to move, but today isn’t fun.

The pollen count is super high here, my allergies are making my head leak, try to implode, try to explode, itch, and many other things all at once. I’m trying something out that may not be good. Since there are a few types of over-the-counter antihistamines, each with a different active ingredient, I got some of each and am now on all of them! I don’t know if I’ll get messed up or not, but it seems to be cutting down the symptoms to a level I can mostly cope with.

Anyway, I’m now at the part of moving where I have all kinds of small random things lying around. I always resolve to do a better job of staying organized after moving, like I am telling myself now, but I never do it. Well, back to work!

Hizzle Pizzle


Cool little thing here. I have an HP printer, as do many people. It’s out of ink, so instead of hopping down to the Wal Mark (I recently heard a woman refer to is as that, sweet), I surfed around on the webnets and found that HP’s own website has a pretty handy ordering system.

I managed to get both my black and color ink cartridges for a few bucks off of the normal price and a free ream of 24 lb paper all with free shipping. And it wasn’t even the 4-6 weeks type of free shipping. I ordered it last night, and the tracking with FedEx shows that it should be delivered today! Not too shabby INTERNET!

Update: It did show up today. Not sure when, but it was there when I got to work (my mailing address) at about 1:30 pm. Sweetness.

A Typical Day


I know plenty of my friends out there are pretty curious as to what it’s like having a job where you just get to play around, so I’ll list off what I did on Friday of last week.

I had the morning off, so I was pretty lazy. Did a little cleaning around the house and some reading, then headed over to work around noon. Four of us coaches planned on riding at lunch time, so we took two boats out. I went with Bob Sichel, the son of the Camp owner, and an up and coming rider; he shreds.

I rode first, the water was right around 50° F, so I wore a full wetsuit. We had three campers in the boat to watch us ride, Leo, Ciarn, and Owen (those are all spelled incorrectly) of Ireland. The weather was sunny and the air was calm, so the water was super glassy. I slid around a bit, but then the boat started acting up and wouldn’t rev over 3,000 rpm. That killed our session, but it was an easy fix. Dang.

So then I coached in the afternoon. I had the Irishmen. The other boat had Nick from Greece and Jeroe from the Netherlands. My guys had been here all week and were looking to do a little free riding on the wakeboards, then each wanted some time on the wakeskate. So I didn’t really do much coaching, just driving and rocking to good music, getting entertained by some hilarious crazy people. They were all beginners, but had a great week and learned a lot. It was a very fun afternoon, and I even had my first experience pulling a guy wakeboarding while only wearing a speedo and a life jacket – horrible but awesome.

After that easy afternoon, Bob and I got ready to ride again. This time the boat behaved well. I had a fun set. My best feeling move was a switch heelside 360 that I got a decent mute grab on. I finished with plenty of time, so I am planning on getting my switch hs 5 next week. Then Bob rode and had an awesome set. I think it was the first time that he got three of his toughest moves landed in one set: heelside backside 540, huge melan front mobe, and a dum dum. Awesome set, that kid’s getting good.

We then took the boats out of the lake, wiped them down, gassed them up, put the covers on, put the boards away, and ate some dinner. Right now we have Cam, a French-Canadian girl, who is an awesome chef. So dinner was good. I went home, took a shower and nap, then got a text from my roommate and fellow employee, Cason, telling me to go to Sports On Tap. That’s the sports bar across the street from work. So I did.

It’s typical when we have cool campers for a week that we go over there to have one last fun hang out. Unfortunately, most people choose to get sloppy drunk for a fun time…which gets a bit old, but oh well. So I went over, had my usual water, and watched some Irish dudes do their thing. There was some good entertainment. I left before the rest of the crew and I think I watched some basketball or something and went to bed.

So there ya have it, my Friday. This week is looking real nice, I was driving around today with my windows down, it feels like spring/summer down here. This should be a great riding week. I’m hoping to start landing some new stuff. Peace out!



I just got back to my Florida home after being on vacation for almost a month. I spent most of the time in Oregon, and took a quick trip down to Utah as well. I really enjoyed being in the sub zero temperatures again and seeing piles of snow all over the place.

StacheThe St. George visit was a lot of fun. Thanks to everybody who took some time to hang out with me, and especially to the LeFevres for letting me crash at their place, even though I was a bit sick. I still only saw maybe half of the people I wanted to see, so I’m sorry if I didn’t come see you. Hopefully I’ll be back in the red desert before too long.

So now I’m back in the winter warmth that is Florida. I wakeboarded today for the first time in a month and got very tired very quickly. It was a fun ride though and I can’t wait to get back in riding shape.

I talked with some people about updating this here blog on a more regular basis, but only time will tell if I actually do that. So until next time, grow your moustaches!