my buddy Jules V.

Happy 183rd birthday man. Oh and thanks for the oldest book in my collection, an 1874 copy of "Tour of the World in 80 Days".

kick'n the new k-nowledge...

Something has changed from being bed ridden basically for 6 months. No way you can guess what it is, unless you have been watching my TV habits. Have you?

I have learned to like watching American football. College and NFL. I will purposely watch it on TV, read some news updates and actually enjoy watching the game.

Now this is something big as of a year ago this was my sum total of football knowledge and experience in my whole life:
Jim Zorn jersey as a kid
Atlanta Falcons helmet around the same time
playing two on two with the neighbor kids
going to two college football games
one broken finger playing flag football once as an adult
I had no idea how many points were for a touchdown even. Knew no players, no rules, no positions.

What originally hooked me was that the games last a long time, so I get my tv viewing value, they were on all the time as it was the season and I needed an outlet for my appreciation for athleticism. Once I started to watch the game just to see the athletic ability of the players I was impressed. And then I started to learn a little bit of the rules and strategy and liked the game even more.

I even bought a tshirt to wear to the local games! (though I also wore it to my first and only time to Disneyland)

So there ya go. A guy who a year ago knew less about football than most 4th graders now enjoys the game. Extreme sports guys can also enjoy traditional sports as well.

Crazy!

Changing my name!!

Everyone seems to think my first name is a nickname or don't take it seriously. So I am going to change it. I was thinking I should change it to something more fitting....

Lando Matt?No..... to Star Warsy. But I do dig the cape.

I got it!! I now know the perfect thing to change my name to and that accurately reflects my life.

Laundro Matt!!!Now I just need one of the too many people I know in law school or just finished to help me with the paperwork.

Melodramatic, so take it with a grain of salt.

There are times when I on the couch for hours, sore all over, sensitive to light, with a low grade fever and battling the infection I got in the hospital and I think to myself,

"is this what it feels like to die?"

You think about people who had some sort of bacterial infection just 50 years ago and they totally died from it. Like the old Oregon Trail game, you get dysentery and then die. And I've had amoebic dysentery that I caught in Iraq, so I know!

While I know I am not dieing, I am just so tired of feeling run down and fighting my health. It's hard to be happy about 'just being alive', when you can't live how you would like. I can't even shower normally!!

My doctor gave me Prozac and I took it for 2 days before I threw the pills away. Now I have 14 days of my fourth antibiotic in as many weeks to try and cure this rarer infection I have. Are they trying to create some new super resistant strain of Enterobactor in me???

Freak!

Things I like today

-Corn Pops cereal

-giving my ostomy supplies to someone with no health insurance

-finally knowing what caused my surgical wound infection

-sunshine

-my family and friends

-my faith

-licorice

Valentines Day

2005- single, worked
2006- a good one
2007- out of state, separated for the whole week
2008- admitted to the hospital that day
2009- in the ER just for the night
2010- in the ER on my way to being admitted
2011- sick and with doctors appointments

So 1.5 Valentines Days out of 7 have been "good". What's the .5 you ask? Well in 2009 I took my valentine to the supercross races at Qualcomm. It was a good time, till later in the evening when it was time to go to the ER 'cause I was sick.

My nutritionist wants me to lessen my sugar consumption and increase my fat intake. Not cool when the two best specialty candy holidays, Valentines and Easter, are coming up.

Sugar! Sugar!

Fetish?

So I went to free museum Tuesday at Balboa Park this morning. Wearing my shark hoody of course. There I am in the museum of natural history and this woman walks up to me and says she is doing a photo documentary of red heads and can she take my picture.

Of course I say yes and she takes like 3 or 4 pictures of me. I then kinda watched her and she was legit. She was hitting up all the red heads for pictures, kids and adults.

And here I thought my modeling career was over..............