This is where most candidates try and wow you with their accomplishments and then somehow use that to convince you that they understand you and your community.

A lot of poll-testing and focus groups play into these things. I don’t have time for that nonsense. If that’s what it takes, I probably can’t wow you.


My childhood was happy enough, with the hiccups that every family experiences. I was pretty terrible at school. This was largely due to a belief I developed around 4th grade. I decided homework was a waste of my time if I could prove I knew the information and pass the tests. When I got to my senior year, I found out I didn’t have enough credits to graduate. Due to some mutual disagreements with my family, I found myself without a place to live and my high-school career ended.

I tried to continue school for a while, but I quickly found that eating was lot more important to me than pursuing a diploma. I ended up working at Disneyland for a season and bounced around a few odd jobs, while slowly getting help upgrading my living conditions.

It’s kind of funny, but even though I was never enamored with traditional schooling, the “go to college” mindset was drilled into my authority-challenged head. When I had a stable enough environment, I tried junior college.

That did not work out too well for me.

I had some good teachers and some bad teachers, but really it was just another version of high school. It was an academic exercise with no direction. After a few semesters of passing some classes, and not passing others, I finally left and found myself in the “find a job to eat” world.

Skip ahead to eight years ago and a few big things happened in my life.

First, I was lucky enough to get hired by my current employer.

I also lost my grandmother (my mom’s mom). She was the last of my living grandparents. I always had a complicated relationship with my grandmother. On her deathbed, she pulled me close and told me “You should make an honest woman out of that girl.”

I made a promise to her, and I made the decision that I needed to pull the trigger before we both started losing parents. So after 12 and-a-half years of dating, we got married on April 25, 2010. About 40 weeks later we were blessed with our eldest child. Two more followed.

So yeah, we have an heir, a spare and a princess.

Between our last two children we lost one of my best friends – my wife’s father. I was glad I made the decision to get married and to have the honor of watching him walk my beautiful wife down the aisle.

My father-in-law and I shared a mutual passion for armchair politicking. Since his death, I’ve decided I need to turn that into something more useful.

And here we find ourselves today.

I don’t have a fancy bio like my opponents. But I also don’t owe favors to an intricate web of special interest connections like my opponents either. I don’t have credentials like the bureaucratic class that runs more and more of our lives. But I’m also not arrogant enough to think I know what’s best for you without your input.

I’m a husband and a father who wants to help make sure the California I enjoyed survives for all of our children and their children to enjoy.

We don’t have an easy life with money to burn on a campaign. We live in a rental house. We’d rather spend our time with our kids and rescue-animal pets. We have bills and stress and all of the things that everyday Californians like you deal with day to day.

So, why am I running?

Because I just can’t give up without a fight. I need to at least try to put my name and money where my mouth is. I need to at least make the effort to put some sanity back into our political system. I’m tired of my friends and family becoming my online friends and family as they flee the oppressive taxation and legislative demagoguery that constantly flows out of Sacramento.

I don’t want to exploit my children for the sake of a campaign, but they are the center of our lives. Here’s a photo of our middle child (Orson) learning that flushing our remote control down the toilet makes it impossible to change the channel (not really) and makes a lot of work for Daddy. Next, you’ll find a snapshot of me showing our eldest (Adrian) what I’m pulling out of the garden and why it’s a problem for the plants we want to keep around. I really do have a daughter (Kendle), but she wanted nothing to do with being in a photo on this particular day, so there’s that. I wasn’t about to pull her from a trampoline just to make myself look like father of the year.

So, there you have it. I’m just an average guy.

Now some people might say, “We need more than just an average guy representing us!” But we’ve tried the slick, well-connected, moneyed, politicians – over and over again. How has that worked out for you? Maybe it’s time we send an average guy to Sacramento.