Matt Ebert

Just a boy with a dream….of pirates and moon ships

A truly sad state of affairs

It is amazing the different things that truly catch your attention at different ages in life. The kind of things that make you stand up and say “WOW, I could not think of a better idea than that!”

Prime example

Matt, age 18:
Honey Jager

Seriously, what could make a Friday night, or any other night for that matter, better than Jagermeister with honey in it?!?!?!

Matt, age 33:
Fiber Choice Candy Drops

Seriously, what could make a Friday night, or any other night for that matter, better than low calorie candy with fiber in it?!?!?!

World's First Sky Walk at the Grand Canyon

Stolen from the Las Vegas Blog:

Sure, it’s supposed to hold 70 million pounds (the equivalent of 72 747 airplanes) and survive an 8.0 earthquake from 50 miles away, but if you catch me out there after a couple Long Island iced teas, I’ll still slap anyone silly who takes to jumping up and down.

Currently being built at the Grand Canyon for an early 2006 opening, the new attraction is a walkway with glass bottom and sides, composed of a million pounds of steel, and attached to the side of the canyon about 4,000 feet above the Colorado River.

Credit (or blame) the Hualapai Indians, who own one million acres on the western rim of the Grand Canyon and wanted to do something more than add slot machines.

In addition to the world’s first sky walk, other attractions are planned including a hotel and Indian village with authentic native shelters from the Hualapai, Navajo, and Hopi.

Can almost smell the season

The first Christmas card of 2005 showed up in my mailbox last night!

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This card from Kelley. I can always count on her to pick out just the right cards! So apropos.

If you get a close-up look at Condi, her eyes look like they are rolled back into her head and she is possesed.
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(Exactly how Viktor Krum’s looked as he was running through the maze challenge in Harry Potter.)
Answers alot of questions I have though.

The days are becoming less

Dear blog,

I am beat. The words here cannot even express the exhaustion I am feeling at this moment. Both physically and mentally wiped.

I guess I should play a little catch-up with you and tell you where I am at. I am awful at writing my thoughts and feelings, as you well know. So bear with me here.

I have decided to move back to Seattle to be closer to my family and friends. This one point I could not be any happier about. It was almost four years ago that I left Seattle for San Diego. Not saying that I hated it here, it all treated me pretty well. I have grown alot, mentally. Learned quite a bit about myself and human nature. Blah, blah, blah…you do not want to hear any of this, so how about I just move onto the details.

Today I just signed a lease on an apartment. Crazy thing is that it will cost me less than my place here in San Diego and it is more than twice the size with all the amenities and no homeless people sleeping outside my door. Yay team! But I am only planning on holding onto the apartment until I can find a house to buy. I am more than ready for that.

I am fortunate enough to be able to bring my job along with me. This I could not be happier about either. It is a job I actually really enjoy and I do well at. Plus, it takes a huge amount of stress off me having to find a new gig.

As for all my gear/stuff/junk…I am unloading it all. My clothes, DVD’s, and computers will get shipped up to the new place. But everything else is getting sold or given away. I took a long look at everything and decided that it would cost more in both dollars and sanity to move it all then to just unload it and start over with fresh stuff. Last week I hired a great woman who is both organized and highly-motivated. She came through and inventoried everything and is selling it all. YEEHAW! That was a huge weight off my shoulders. Before hiring her I could only picture myself sitting amongst everything the night before I want to leave town and not know what I am going to do. Downside is that the good stuff is already going. For example, my main TV….gone. I have about 2.5 weeks left and I am down to just the small TV from my bedroom. Two TiVo’s and one TV….*sigh*. But this is a good thing. Right? Right?

Jasmine is none too happy about all of this right now. I think it has her stressed as much as me. Not only is there random pieces of crucial furniture all of the sudden missing, but she also got a trip to the vet yesterday for a checkup. She is pretty set in her ways. Not really down for leaving the house. Luckily, the vet hooked me up with some sedatives for her to make the drive up to Seattle easier for me. Now if I could have just gotten her to prescribe me some sedatives…

It was almost 9pm tonite and I realized that I had not eaten yet tonite. I cruised over to Wahoo’s, but they had just closed. So I bopped over to Chili’s for some good old fashioned comfort food in hopes that it would help relieve my stress. It probably would have helped not consuming 3 Diet Cokes while awaiting my Quesadilla. Now I am all hopped up and nowhere to go. I probably should focus that energy on filling a box with clothes. ehhhh….I can’t be bothered right now.

What else is there??? I was on a roll there for a minute, and now it is lost…

Oh yeah…so this past weekend I went up to LA for dinner with Kelley. We had some grubbin italian at The Grove. Must love SoCal….fake snow in December at the mall! After that we cruised over to the Improv and caught Bob Saget doing stand-up. Hil-FUCKING-larious! Dude went for almost 90 minutes non-stop with the funny. And I am not talking Full House funny, I am talking foul-mouthed non-stop making with the funny. Although, he did have a few good Kimmy Gibbler stories. *head scratch* I sure am going to miss those weekend trips to LA.

Well blog, you have been a good ear for me tonite. Thank you. I will try to be a little more regular around these parts.

XOXO,

(the guy whose name is in the address field)

p.s. As I was walking into Chili’s, the following lyrics were playing:

Hey, hey, hey ,hey
Ohhh…

Won’t you come see about me?
I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby

Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love’s strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on

Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby

Don’t You Forget About Me
Don’t Don’t Don’t Don’t
Don’t You Forget About Me

I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it just seemed right…