So, the other night was interesting.. I was laying in bed watching a DVD while my wife was sleeping…

She rolls over and taps me on the shoulder and this is what was said…

Her: *taps shoulder*
Me: Yeah?
Her: James, where’s the baby?
Me: What?
Her: Where’s Maya?
Me: Um, in her crib?
Her: Oh

The best part of the whole thing was she put the baby to bed about 3 hours earlier… in her crib.

You can’t help but love her.

See, I told you about my dad being on Google Maps Street View

Well, the pictures are in… he’s the blurry blob with the orange hat on. My mom is the blob with the white sweater.

“Shout out to the 3rd graders at Gladys Wood Elementary School in Alaska.” - Gov. Sarah Palin

Seriously, the notion that I could be president someday becomes more realistic each day.

Save the Shout Outs for TRL.

I’m a daddy!

Maya Eve Erickson was born on August 5 at 4:38.

She’s awesome and mom is doing great!

Last night I had an idea to give away something that none in my industry would dare give away.

I thought in my mind a few times… How do I monetize this? The answer still escapes me.

Then I thought, I haven’t done bad for myself. I bought, and now run a successful business, I have an awesome wife, an awesome house, and soon will have my first child (probably awesome).

But until now, I have said “If I could only get… … Then I would be good.” These If I could only” statements lead to one thing… Only getting that much.

With the new service I am giving away, my first thought was “If I could only get 1000 members it would be worth it.” That’s great and all, but guess what, I just set the bar real low, barely enough to get noticed.

Now, I am thinking… If I could get 50,000 members, it would be worth it. Why not shoot for half of the industry. This could be big, real big, and even though it will be free to the users and actually cost me a little money, the fringe benefits of having a relationship with 50,000 potential customers is well worth it.

Don’t worry, when I get there, I’ll turn and wave.

Well, Tiger Woods won the U.S. Open after playing in it against his doctors orders. Now, he is within 4 majors of Jack Nicholas, and has to forgo the rest of the season…

GOLF HAS A SEASON?

to have knee surgery.

Pretend you were the surgeon in this case, and you walk in and notice your patient is the all-time leading money winner on the PGA tour, and makes his living on his feet.

In an era when we have hospitals amputating the wrong leg, or taking out a kidney instead of performing heart surgery… you better get this one right.

THat’s all, and to the doctor, good luck!

Okay, there are a lot of great things you can do in life, but this one is by far one to add to the bucket list. it has only happened 14 times in history, and it happened last week.

An unassisted triple play. What I wouldn’t give to pull that off, and be one of the few that were in that place at that time.

Well, I’d give anything but my first born… not much longer now, and she’ll be here. If I can’t pull off an unassisted triple play, I guess changing diapers will have to do. Not a bad tradeoff, but not nearly as exclusive.

So, there we were, settling in after dinner for a nice calm Thursday night. Carrie had been having a few contractions, but nothing serious yet.

Then, around 6:30 ish, she says… “So James, I should call the lady, because these contractions are every 4 minutes, and theyhave been going on for the past hour.”

So after I grab the phone for her, and while she calls the pre-term labor place, I go online to read about normal labor, and how close the contractions are.

Well, every website I went to said,it is time to head to the hospital if the contractions are 4 minutes apart!!!!

Oh man, should I pack the suitcase? Grab the overnight bag? WE haven’t even bought a car seat, and now we’re going to have an early baby in the middle of the living room!!!

Well, to make a long story short, I am doing all I can to appear calm, while Carrie is so nervous her teeth are chattering. We make it to the hospital, where every minute we wait seems like an hour, and every contraction seems to be closer together than the last.

Finally, we get put in the rage room, where they strap up some sensors, and do some tests, then gave Carrie a shot to stop the contractions and lo and behold… no baby. In fact, the test said we had at least two more weeks.

Good, now I can pack that suitcase, buy a car seat, and load up my ipod with some good movies.