Recent pics!

I decided to punish myself for recent bad behavior.
I'm actually personal friends with the artist who did all the artwork in this gallery so if you'd like to purchase any of these paintings just call me!
Greg Ted and Eric had an awesome reunion!
And all I got was this lousy postcard!

Eric Anderstud

May 26, 2008

I live in SLC, UT with my wife (Nicole) and two kids (Ivy - 13 yr old step-daughter, and Sage - 5 yr old son). The company I work for sells accounting software and I implement the software and do a lot of consulting with current clients between new implementations. Larry H Miller (Utah Jazz) and Maloof Sports & Entertainment (Sacramento Kings) are a few of the many clients that I work with. Sometimes I travel quite a bit and sometimes I don’t leave town for 3-6 months. It all depends on where we sell the software. I like my job because I typically do something different every day. I get to meet a lot of people and it never gets boring. My kids both play the violin and do other kid stuff. Ivy is getting very good and Sage just started a few months ago. Nicole is a massage therapist and also makes organic skin care products (www.nicolesorganicskincare.com). We are just waiting for that business to take off so we can retire. If you want to see more about my life (mostly my wife & kids) Nicole has a blog as well - http://ericnicoleivysage.blogspot.com.




It was amazing to me how Eric and Greg actually were somehow brothers and at the same time friends. It seemed to me that the natural order in families was that siblings were rival enemies. Somehow it was different with Eric and Greg. In place of fighting there were jokes and laughter. No jokes, however, were funnier nor conjured up more laughter, than Eric and Ted's fictional docu-drama featuring Stan and Mr. Hwong. It was a feature length impersonation of Dave Morey's father having an Argument with the Korean owner of a clothing store. At least daily for months on end you would hear Ted and Eric jousting in spontaneous argument, their favorite characters on display.

Is there a reward?

Otherwise, I'd rather not be the first. What if the stupid thing doesn't work?

Eric

Thank god for photography!

Eric is a freakin Stud!

If it wasn't for pictures I wouldn't remember half my life! Despite that sometimes I can't remember even with the pictures! It looks like I'm having a blast here, but I don't remember it. In fact when I saw this picture of Eric jumping I thought...Man that looks like so much fun. I wish I was there... Oh look I'm right between Erics legs. Holy crap, and I'm wearing those homemade jeans that I think Carrie made. Any help remembering these pictures will be appreciated!

Good Laugh

You know when you laugh so hard that you can't breath and you have to purposefully try to stop laughing so you can catch your breath! Oh euphoria, yes it is as good as the best drugs available. It's only happened to me a few times and this is where I'm gonna write about em.

The last time it happened was believe it or not just a week or two ago. Heather and I were having a glass of wine watching TV, after Kobe had gone to bed. Jack Ass was on and we were laughing at all their stupid antics. One interesting side note is my brother Steve actually went to school in West Chester with some of those guys. Right, you don't care, Anyway... I had seen the movie already, so when they were hiding in the bushes with a camcorder and horn, blowing the horn as the golfers were in their back swing, I wasn't prepared to be surprised. I must have forgotten or maybe it was the wine... one of the golfers got so pissed off, he put a golf ball down and was going to drive it into the bushes where the pranksters were hiding. I cringed waiting for the ball to come sailing in! Just as he was getting set to swing, the horn blew, still trying to make him fuck up his swing, knowing their lives were on the line! I think I may have shed tears, laughing at that one.

Before that was New Years eve in Dacula, GA when Shannon and Jon came to visit. It was a great night of laughter wine and fondue. Heather will never forget Jon eating giant hand fulls of the cheese fondue, after it had cooled into a large gelatinous mass. I remember It was late and we were needless to say inebriated. Jon had told a dozen fascinating stories by now and we laughed routinely at gibberish that seemed to unexpectedly leak out of his mouth. We were playing a mind game called Scategories that I was somewhat familiar with. Well I got some of the rules mixed up. We had been playing for a while and suddenly I got really excited. It seemed I had become brilliantly clever. You see I had forgotten the rule, you could only use one single predetermined letter from the alphabet. We had a list of items such as: things with tails, capitals, fictional character, etc. We had to come up with a word using that predetermined letter. If you used two words with the letter you got bonus points. So for fictional character if the letter was D you could say Daisy Duke and get bonus points. Well in my stupor, having forgotten the rule, I was amazingly coming up with double even triple words for every list item. It was unbelievable, I had words like Lemon/Lime lollipop, Peter Pan, Bread Basket. I couldn't think of any Capitals with any letter of the alphabet, but that was okay because you were bound to have a few that were blank and who cares I was kicking ass! So the timer dings! Oh Oh Oh i want to go first! I have to display my genius, suddenly I'm a victorious superstar... "Uhh, Paul none of those words start with M!" Oh my god I'm an idiot, a complete retard, All I can do is laugh violent tears of despair and humiliation! I laugh so hard recovery is next to impossible ...until finally, completely winded my wife carries me to the bathroom and I go to sleep, hugging the bathtub.

Before that, it was Rochester NY, at Church, in the men's bathroom. We had noticed that one of the girls our age, who was still quite flat chested for a 13 year old had suddenly out of nowhere sprouted some boobies. Well she was one of the guys girlfriend. We were in the bathroom, Andrew, Greg, Craig, Todd and I and we were obnoxiously going on and on about it. He seemed to be pretty happy with the new development, and though it was pretty clear at 14 being a strict church going group of boys, the grave sin that was suggested, He jokingly said, "You know, I don't know, do you want me to check?"
"Yeah," we laughed! But then someone froze dead silent and pointed under the door of the stall. There, there were a pair of black adult Sunday shoes! Some adult was sitting there taking a shit listening to every word we had been saying. Oh no! without another moments hesitation we were out of there. Once out in the hall we could stop and laugh. We felt somewhat safe but it was still nervous laughter and we were too curious to see which adult, or god forbid parent, it was that was squatting in the bathroom. Only moments later the bright red face of Carrie Sickles father emerged from the bathroom. Running partly bent over, half horrified, and completely hysterical with laughter we had to leave the church and hide in the apple orchard until we could get our wits back.

Rotating Pictures

Here are a few pictures for you greg. Did you notice that every single time Greg, Eric, any girl, and I are in a picture, Greg and Eric have the girl and I'm on the outside leaning in. I think in the next life I'm going to pick uglier friends. Sorry you have to watch the cube for a long long time to see all the pictures, stupid random, click on the pictures to get my captions.

I have friends that I would love to see again.

This picture was taken in the Arizona desert on a road trip from Provo through Vegas to LA (Sorriest Chinatown and so worried I'd never see my friends again) down to SanDiego(Ted creating the longest stretch of drama ever to be inhaled) across to Phoenix by way of Mexicali(5 minutes in poverty) up through (night clubs and drivethrough liqour stores shoplifting playboys with Melanie from church), onto the Grand Canyon over a snow topped mountain where we could have died and Ted could care less because he just wanted to go back to sleep.


This is a picture taken in front of my house Stallion Circle in Greece, N.Y. As kids we caught huge ass pike in the creek, caught snakes, turtles, shot my dads pistol in the woods, picked rasberries, had chipmunks and raccoons in the front yard tree, our cat brought home rabbits and squirells. One of my best friends in the world is that kid on the far right. We played soccer or football in the backyard everyday for years. When his older brother babysat it was the best time to be alive.

This is Johnathan Stong, one of the funnest guys I'll ever know. He's like Jim Carry and Vince Vaugn all rolled up. I'll always remember frisbee golfing in PA and standing on the edge of the dock knocking eachother into the water. Yeah he was a real sport he never let me win once! I Can't wait to see you again
Caitlyn and Jeromy and I worked together at a nice little restaurant in PA after which we spent countless nights pretending that we only live once.

Jeanine and Chris were not the friends I spent the most time with as a freshman/sophomore in High School but they were definitely the friends I had the most fun with. Juan, an exchange student who lived with us, though technically he was not our exchange student, is in the middle. I fear I will never see him again and it is truly heartbreaking.