I'm at Pep Boys, writing this on my iPhone. It's a pain in the ass, but so what? I'm at Pep Boys for the second time this week! I love car maintenance! Though aside from the expenditure, it hasn't been too bad. I jogged home from Pep Boys the other day and have gotten to walk the Costa Mesa streets a bit. That's something I miss about Hoboken and Manhattan; just being out and about in humanity. Actually, that sounds like it sucks. And it did sometimes, but you know what I mean. It's nice to walk places.
It's been almost two weeks since my dad's memorial service. How was that for a segue? The urn (which at $395 was not their most modestly priced receptacle) looked great and their were tons of pictures along with his golf memorabilia and trophies. Even his clubs were in the room. The minister said some very kind things and I even managed to choke back the tears and say a few words. To be honest, other than he general suckiness of the occasion, Matt, Ria and I had a pretty good time in Columbus. Not a bad little town there.
Ok, back home and on a computer. That's nice. But anyway, I'm doing well. Having my man Scotty D out here has been awesome. The kid has been training his ass off by day and painting Orange County red by night and more reinforcements arrive from Jersey next week. We're taking over like the South Park episode. Updates to come.
In closing, a bit of news: I've been asked to contribute content to a health website. Because when you think about health and general fitness, you think "Scott Jones." Again, more info as it becomes available. Stay warm northeasterners!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Love you dad!
I wish Liverpool's uninspired defeat to Blackburn Rovers was the worst thing that happened to me on Wednesday January 5th. If I was most upset about a Steven Gerrard penalty miss and a once proud club slipping ever closer towards irrelevance that day, fine. But it wasn't even a distant second on my list. There was no second worst thing. That's because my father, Robert Scott Jones, Sr. died of a heart attack that morning. He was only 59.
Thank God he called me on New Year's Eve. If he hadn't, I might be writing about how bad I feel for not having returned his call from a few days prior. I still feel bad, because I meant to call him on Monday or Tuesday and didn't. I had things I wanted to tell him. Having spoken to him just a few days before his death does make it a bit easier, but I never got to tell him about how on Tuesday, I chipped in for birdie on the 18th. He would have loved it! Anyway, he was in a great mood that night, (as was I) and he asked me to pass the phone around so he could wish Ria and Chase a happy New Year too. That's just the kind of guy he was.
He was really looking forward to my wedding, and I know there were people who were looking forward to seeing him, and that's been the hardest part of all this. Shit, by that time it would have been three years since I'd seen him face to face. So instead of toasting with him, I'll be toasting for him and that will have to do.
Obviously, this has been a tough week. But I've had help. My friends Jayme and Sara were here when I got the news, which must have been awkward for them! But they were great. I was also very lucky to have my man Scotty D. flying in to spend a few weeks out here in sunny California. I like to think the Man Upstairs was trying to help me out a bit by sending some extra support out here.
(Side note- The night before I got the bad news, Jayme came back from San Diego with some pot that can only be described as "bomb-ass." Everything I've smoked before is garbage. I would find out later that it's called Fire Kush, and I swear to God, it helped me through this. It was like Xanex, but way funner. I now truly believe in medical marijuana.)
I also want to thank everyone who's called or texted these last few days. It really does help. But I think I'll wrap this up now. Dad always said that life goes on and he wouldn't want me or my brother Matt to spend very much time being sad. I sure do miss him though.
Thank God he called me on New Year's Eve. If he hadn't, I might be writing about how bad I feel for not having returned his call from a few days prior. I still feel bad, because I meant to call him on Monday or Tuesday and didn't. I had things I wanted to tell him. Having spoken to him just a few days before his death does make it a bit easier, but I never got to tell him about how on Tuesday, I chipped in for birdie on the 18th. He would have loved it! Anyway, he was in a great mood that night, (as was I) and he asked me to pass the phone around so he could wish Ria and Chase a happy New Year too. That's just the kind of guy he was.
He was really looking forward to my wedding, and I know there were people who were looking forward to seeing him, and that's been the hardest part of all this. Shit, by that time it would have been three years since I'd seen him face to face. So instead of toasting with him, I'll be toasting for him and that will have to do.
Obviously, this has been a tough week. But I've had help. My friends Jayme and Sara were here when I got the news, which must have been awkward for them! But they were great. I was also very lucky to have my man Scotty D. flying in to spend a few weeks out here in sunny California. I like to think the Man Upstairs was trying to help me out a bit by sending some extra support out here.
(Side note- The night before I got the bad news, Jayme came back from San Diego with some pot that can only be described as "bomb-ass." Everything I've smoked before is garbage. I would find out later that it's called Fire Kush, and I swear to God, it helped me through this. It was like Xanex, but way funner. I now truly believe in medical marijuana.)
I also want to thank everyone who's called or texted these last few days. It really does help. But I think I'll wrap this up now. Dad always said that life goes on and he wouldn't want me or my brother Matt to spend very much time being sad. I sure do miss him though.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
I am still a blogger
Greetings in the new year! I've been away a few weeks, and I know you've missed me. This post was originally going to be a detailed recap of my trip home to Jersey for Christmas. While there was enough material for an entire post (or two), I'm a good week late on this, so I decided just to briefly sum up each day of the trip.
Weds 12/22- Poker night at Scotty's. Drank too much scotch and went all in with 10-6, off-suit. Also had beers at the Broadway in Pt. Pleasant. Happy birthday Stu, if you read this.
Thurs 12/23- Wight Family Christmas party. Thumbguns and spilled wine. A great time as always. Jayme (and Sarah) are actually staying with us here in OC right now.
Christmas Eve- Received the Holy Eucharist, ate fish, and took part in a new family tradition of Jameson shots. I wish this was an old family tradition, but better late than never.
Christmas Day- Prosecco with breakfast. Gave my mom a TV and got a surround sound system. Homemade game of Minute to Win It, got second place. Also hung out with some knuckleheads at JR's in Seaside, which was a great time, but what happened to Dave and Petey?
Boxing Day (UK and Canada)- The snow started mid-day and the Giants controlled their own density. Oh, what I meant to say was, "their own destiny." They got schooled and I drank scotch.
Mon 12/27- The snow stopped mid-day, and that's about it. Played scrabble and drank a little scotch.
Tue 12/28- Dug out my mom's car and beasted it up to EWR (learn your airport codes). As you might have read on the Good Book, I gave a skycap $20 to check our bags because the line to check in was absolutely insane. I'm not exaggerating when I tell you that it was the entire lower level of Terminal C. I wish I had a picture. The news was there. Anyway, I thought I was ballin', but since we ended up being delayed several hours, the return on investment took a slight hit. Better than waiting in that line though.
You can see the pattern here. But despite the consumption, I have pretty good recall of everything. Trips home mean everything to me and it was great to see everyone. Well not everyone, but most folks. 2011 is going to be big for me and I hope it'll be big for all of you as well. Yes, all 12 of you. I want to write more frequently and I've got some ideas for future posts. We'll see what happens.
Weds 12/22- Poker night at Scotty's. Drank too much scotch and went all in with 10-6, off-suit. Also had beers at the Broadway in Pt. Pleasant. Happy birthday Stu, if you read this.
Thurs 12/23- Wight Family Christmas party. Thumbguns and spilled wine. A great time as always. Jayme (and Sarah) are actually staying with us here in OC right now.
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| Two of these sweet little holes are Ria's. One is mine. |
Christmas Eve- Received the Holy Eucharist, ate fish, and took part in a new family tradition of Jameson shots. I wish this was an old family tradition, but better late than never.
Christmas Day- Prosecco with breakfast. Gave my mom a TV and got a surround sound system. Homemade game of Minute to Win It, got second place. Also hung out with some knuckleheads at JR's in Seaside, which was a great time, but what happened to Dave and Petey?
Boxing Day (UK and Canada)- The snow started mid-day and the Giants controlled their own density. Oh, what I meant to say was, "their own destiny." They got schooled and I drank scotch.
Mon 12/27- The snow stopped mid-day, and that's about it. Played scrabble and drank a little scotch.
Tue 12/28- Dug out my mom's car and beasted it up to EWR (learn your airport codes). As you might have read on the Good Book, I gave a skycap $20 to check our bags because the line to check in was absolutely insane. I'm not exaggerating when I tell you that it was the entire lower level of Terminal C. I wish I had a picture. The news was there. Anyway, I thought I was ballin', but since we ended up being delayed several hours, the return on investment took a slight hit. Better than waiting in that line though.
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| Random Asian woman stuck in Terminal C at Newark Airport |
You can see the pattern here. But despite the consumption, I have pretty good recall of everything. Trips home mean everything to me and it was great to see everyone. Well not everyone, but most folks. 2011 is going to be big for me and I hope it'll be big for all of you as well. Yes, all 12 of you. I want to write more frequently and I've got some ideas for future posts. We'll see what happens.
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