Have you noticed that my blogging has dipped dramatically recently? Gone are the vlogs, few and far between are the written entries. The hysterical, self-deprecating posts of my life are quickly dying. Why? Because when I when get home from spending all day on social networks, reading blogs, and other social media the last thing I want to see when I come home is another blog. It reminds me of work. Therefore, as my workload has intensified, my personal blogging has decreased. This has made me quite sad because I love writing this blog for the eight of you. I also enjoyed filming those ridiculous vlogs that will probably prevent me from holding public office one day. I hope one day soon that I will be able to biweekly blog posts and keep you mildy entertained as I have in the past. Until then, please check in periodically for any sign of life on this blog. Have no fear loyal readers, BoumanBlog shall return!
So much to write about!
I have no time or energy to make a post. I’m sorry, this blog has turned into a one large piece of dung very quickly. There are so many topics that I could write about if I had time. Farrah Fawcett dying. Ed McMahon dying. Pixie Lee Rose dying. Michael Jackson dying. My brown highlighted bangs. Well, maybe we should clear that up now. My roommate was dying her hair blonde and rubbed a little into my bangs. Boom, before you know it, bangs are highlighted. Now that I’ve written that crappy anecdote, this blog entry is vile enough that I will be forced to write a longer, more eloquent blog post to push this post far down in the depths of the BoumanBlog. Otherwise I may have to repudiate myself from this blog entirely.
I’m sooo LA.
Last Friday I was fortunate enough to rub elbows with some some Hollywood types. Can you tell I’m from Wisconsin? My friend was bartending at James Kyson Lee’s (from NBC’s Heroes) premiere viewing of Star Runners on the Sci-Fi channel. I tagged along to the BelleVarado Studios in LA and was promptly turned into the “help.” I assisted preparing everything behind the bar, at the buffet, and even a few chairs here and there. It didn’t bother me, I was just stoked to be there. If you’re reading this and live in the LA area, I KNOW you’re rolling your eyes. I don’t care, I had so much fun socializing with actors, make up artists, set designers, writers, agents, PR, etc. To me, it’s all so glamorous (even though I know better). I live in LA but still feel so displaced from the entertainment industry. That’s why I still get a kick out of shaking an actor’s hand and promptly seeing him on a large projection screen in front of me. 
After the screening, my friend and I dipped into the Hollywood Hills. We went to visit a mutual friend who was house sitting for one of her clients (she’s in PR). While I am not at liberty to divulge this individuals name, I will say he or she acts on a very successful network television sitcom. I’m not sure if I will get in trouble for this, but I took the liberty of getting my photo taken with the actor’s Emmy Award. It’s actually much heavier than I had previously imagined. Here’s a photo, let’s not investigate further, I don’t want anyone to get in trouble for this…including myself.
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Congratulations Andy and Kelly!
I’d like to congratulate my good friend Andy Hansen on his engagement with Kelly J. Stack. Andy has been my friend since that fateful first day of school in second grade. We have been through a lot over the years and I couldn’t be more happy for him and Kelly. 
Fiddler on the Roof…But No Fiddle
Just when you thought this blog had become so stale that it was time for the garbage, fate brings me a large golden egg of a story…
It’s Tuesday night (technically Wednesday morning) at 3am. I’m awaken by a text message from my roommate. It reads:
It sounds like someone is on the roof. Did you lock the balcony door? I’m freaked out.
Tired and irritated I go upstairs to appease my roommate and check things out. I knock on her door and my presence calms her down a bit. We listen and we do hear something on the roof! What is it? There are definitely foot steps…and I hear something that sounds like a large object is being dragged across the roof. Still half awake, I have a heightened sense of alarm. I contemplate what to do with my roommate. It’s 3am, who could be on our roof? The only neighbors we know (our duplex neighbors at 805 18th St) have never been on our roof (to our knowledge). The only other possible explanation could be…an intruder! I close our balcony door. At that point it crosses my mind to yell up and see who it is. I think, “What if they are going to attack me? I have no real defense.” So, I opt to lock the door and go downstairs with my roommate.
There, my mind and heart are racing. I am 83% sure we have a burglar on our roof. I calmly dial 9-1-1.
“Hello, 911. What’s your emergency?”
“I don’t really know if this is an emergency, but there might be someone on our roof.”
“Sir, stay on the line. I’m sending an officer over.”
Now I’m really worked up (yet I exuded Fonzi-esque coolness). I continue to describe what I’m hearing to the operator as he tells me that he’ll let me know when the officers are outside my door. I hear voices, I try to discern where they are coming from. It sounds like they’re in our kitchen! I instruct my roommate to stay back. I’m anticipating the worst, I think there might be a physical confrontation. Not wanting to engage in combat with the police locked out I go to unlock the front door. As I’m there I hear more voices outside. I pop my head out the door and see three officers outside. I hear, “Someone’s up there! Get down from there!” At this point, the officers are surrounding the home. I remember that my other roommate is asleep in her room. Her room has a side consisting only of a sliding glass door. Her greatest fear is for someone to attack her at night through this door. I was afraid the cop’s flashlight would alarm her so I took the inititive to wake her up. This is how I woke her up:
[Man quietly walks into bedroom and shakes sleeping roommate]
“Don’t be alarmed…we may have an intrudor…the police are outside!”
“WHAAAT!?!?!?!”
She instantly pops up, half naked, and runs to the door. The cops are there asking for roof access. In a whirlwind of 7 seconds, she runs back to her room, conscience of her lack of clothing, and pulls on pants while escorting the cops to the balcony. The cops yell out, asking who is on the roof. Here it is, the moment of truth…who is on our roof?
“I live at 805″
Shiiiiiiiiit. That’s my neighbors voice! We just called the cops on our neighbor making out on the roof. All that drama and suspense of nothing! Oh what a fool I am! The cops leave visibily perturbed that it was only a neighbor.
Hindsight is 20/20 and I probably should have just yelled out to see who it was. I would have found out it was my neighbor and I would have been able to pee and go back to bed in a total of 2 minutes. However, being woken up at 3am is much different. We have been programmed to think the worst. We think we hear something, and when we DO hear it, it must be what we thought it was…a burglar. Thanks to this story people announce themselves upon arrival to our house so I won’t call the cops. So, you’re more than welcome to come visit, just don’t come through the roof.
Marathon Time!
It was on the yearly bucket list and it’s going to be conquered. I have decided to run the Long Beach Marathon in October! I ran the half marathon last year and this year it’s the FULL! Skeptical? I believe I hear those snickers and doubts through the monitor. Warranted? Maybe. Will you be eating those snickers in October? Yea you will. (Pun slightly intended) I’ve started my training with my friends and we’re gonna do it! Yay for paying someone $100 to run 26.2 miles!!! Regardless of the money, I am super excited for this endeavor. Wish me luck and stay tuned for my October marathon vlog.
The Disappointing Father Blog
Well, BoumanBlog has fast become a disappointing father. You come to read something new and exciting or watch a humorous video and you are welcomed by a stale entry or no new entry at all. I can only apologize, which is starting to make me sound like a broken record. I DID however make a conscience decision NOT to post this week, something I probably should have mentioned. I wanted to maximize the warm, gooey, feeling I attempted to elicit from readers from my Mother’s Day video. I would like to think that I completed this task rather well.
There is no vlog today either because my parents have been in town visiting me. Yay. I mean YAY! I’ll return to blogging this week and I hope next week to have a vlog, but I won’t promise anything because I’ll probably be spending time with my parents instead of video editing. If I do by chance make a new vlog, you’re very welcome. Enjoy the rest of your day. Comments (or more likely complaints) can be sent to contact@boumanblog.com.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom!
Mom,
I’m sorry that I can’t be there to celebrate Mother’s Day with you. I know that you dislike this holiday because it’s a “Hallmark” holiday, but I think that it’s appropriate that everyone recognizes their mothers today. Throughout my life you have been there for me every step of the way. You saw my potential and pushed me to improve in each aspect of my life. You supported me thoughout my life, both good and bad choices. You let me live my life but were always one step away to catch me if I fell. Most importantly, you loved me unconditionally. You are the reason why I dream and still believe I can do anything. I can never thank you enough for that gift.
Love your son,
Jesse
Two Phone Numbers a Day
I’ve been reading this book, 4-Hour Work Week, by Tim Ferriss. He’ll occasionally throw in these “Comfort Challenges” to help you develop skills by taking you out of your comfort zone. Makes sense. One of these challenges is “Get Phone Numbers.” Everyday he challenges the reader to ask for two phone numbers from a member of the opposite sex. That’s it. It doesn’t matter if you are in a relationship or if the person says yes, you just need to ask for phone numbers. Why? To get over the fear of asking. Well, I’ve “started” this exercise this week and what have I discovered? Randomly asking for phone number is an INCREDIBLE amount of fear. 
This just seems like a great exercise for me. Not just to meet girls, but to increase my ability to initiate communication. So, how many phone numbers have I gotten this week? Zero. How many phone numbers have I asked for? Zero. Why? Good lord that fear of asking seems monumental! This is sooo much harder than making eyes with some gal at the bar, chatting her up, and getting her phone number. Going up to a girl in the grocery store, without any previous signals and asking for her number? I was not programmed for this! Which is precisely why I HAVE to do this.
There is always an excuse not to do something. Reflect upon your actions for the past two days. There was probably something you made up an excuse for not to do something. For example, working out. We’ve all made plenty of excuses why we can’t work out today. If you think there are a lot of excuses not to work out, try this exercise. The number of excuses will increase ten fold. I may have told myself today my hair doesn’t look good enough right now. Seriously? W-T-F yo?
I am going to hit this challenge head on at some point and that point is…tomorrow (I bet you were expecting “Today” but I’m in bed and previous research has shown that beautiful girls do not just wonder into my bedroom). I will keep BoumanBlog readers abreast of my progress futile attempts at getting two phone numbers a day. Maybe writing about this publicly will light a fire under my butt? Perhaps a vlog in the near future will be produced and you can hear my cheesy pick up lines? I think that can be done…if I ever get the cajones to ask. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…
*Bored at work? Check out the blog post I wrote for my company’s blog.
My New Art
I’d like to share with everyone the art that I purchased from my friend Heather Knight. She is a wonderful artist whose work elicits powerful emotion from those who view it. I knew the first time I saw these two pieces that I had to have them. I am proud to display them in my room and tell them they were created by my friend Heather. Heather, good luck with your big move to England. You’ll be missed here stateside.
