I hope all are having a safe and happy holiday season. Our crew has been traveling to see sites, friends and family. We have seen my sister on business in Indianapolis, passed through the town of my brother and sister-in-law, the birth place of my mom in Pittsburgh, and stood and looked at Niagara Falls. We have been in West Virginia, Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Vermont, Connecticut, New Hampshire, New York City, New Jersey, Delaware, and Maryland.
The kids have been lots of fun. We have seen wonderful sites and spent time with friends and family. It has been a wonderful trip and we have had a great time. I can't wait to share the stories, pictures, and observations of the trip.
Happy New Year to all.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Merry Chirstmas to All
Activities started in our location at 7:04 a.m. Eastern Time. My 12 1/2 year old having received a cellphone began calling us, the parents, to tell us the time. The festivities have begun. It has been great fun with parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents. Family is what this holiday is all about.
Merry Christmas to one and all. More updates to come.
Merry Christmas to one and all. More updates to come.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Ice put the Freeze on Blogging
My fellow bloggers. The weather put a crimp in my blogging and fantasy football. Our area was hit by an ice storm last weekend, we lost power and the Internet. Okay, we could live without power....but, Internet??? The children in my house were asking questions, is this what it was like when you and mother use to leave the cave to attack the mastodon? Ha, very funny.
We are slowly recovering. There are people in the neighborhood that may be without electricity for a few more days. So, I'm not complaining. Just know the lack of comments was due to global warming. As we speak the current temperature is about 15 degrees with ice & snow flying again.
We are slowly recovering. There are people in the neighborhood that may be without electricity for a few more days. So, I'm not complaining. Just know the lack of comments was due to global warming. As we speak the current temperature is about 15 degrees with ice & snow flying again.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Someone Put Stink in My Nose
Under the heading kids say the darndest things this gem came from our four year old, Princess Dabba. With a number of the family collected together, some sitting on the couch, a couple reading in other chairs, others playing music, and Dabba lying on the floor of the living room playing with her toys. All of a sudden there were comments being made in the group with some giggles. This is the usual sign that someone has fouled the air and possibly made sounds from a part of their anatomy.
However, this time was different. The youngest of our crowd makes the announcement that, "Someone put stink in my nose!" That brought the house down. The laughter was booming. She smiled, and that is how it happened. We have renamed that event that sometimes takes place following the consumption of beans. "Who put stink in my nose?"
Another entry for The Book.
However, this time was different. The youngest of our crowd makes the announcement that, "Someone put stink in my nose!" That brought the house down. The laughter was booming. She smiled, and that is how it happened. We have renamed that event that sometimes takes place following the consumption of beans. "Who put stink in my nose?"
Another entry for The Book.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Fast, Quick and Accurate Christmas Cards
My kudos to my lovely spouse. Each year she coordinates the process of getting the Christmas Card photo, the outfit, the location, and the actual photo session. She even takes care of the process of getting the cards developed. Each year she improves the process.
This year she even surprised herself. Last Monday evening she put together the order and used Wal-Mart.com. A day later the cards were ready at the local store.
Fast, quick, and accurate.
This year she even surprised herself. Last Monday evening she put together the order and used Wal-Mart.com. A day later the cards were ready at the local store.
Fast, quick, and accurate.
Participating as a Citizen
Today I was afforded the opportunity by my community to participate in the process that separates us from much of the rest of the world. Jury Duty; the action of actively practicing citizenship in a democracy.
This was my first occasion to participate in the process it was both fun, exciting and very revealing.
I have found how many people in our community, workplace, neighborhood, and church have never been asked, invited or more correctly summoned to be part of a jury trial. That to me was/is surprising. With all the trials on television, in the newspaper, and shows about them you would figure trial by jury took place as often as say, someone driving through McDonald’s. Well, okay, that was a stretch.
For so many people that have not been called or have not participated the amazing amount of creativity suggested to get out of serving was overwhelming. “Tell them you’re busy”, “tell them you are sick, get a doctor’s excuse”, “just don’t show up”, “suggest once you are in the jury selection room that you have been called before and they never picked you because you voted to hang the person for a minor traffic offense.” Unbelievable! The real shocker was, “tell them you read the news, follow current events, have a very strong opinion and aren’t scared to express that opinion.” My head was spinning from the suggestions.
I arrived at the appointed time and was told I was juror #42. Instantly, I didn’t like being the lowest number, something that has to do with my last name being lower in the alphabet. Also, learning that second place is nothing more than the first loser I was trying to figure out how to move up in the order. Wasn’t happening. So I settled into my chair marked with my number. (I was so hoping to get a t-shirt or a jersey with my number, didn’t happen either)
The very nice bailiff offered us all coffee and explained the process. You will be called for either a criminal case or a civil case. During civil cases you can take notes, for criminal cases you can’t take notes. (I didn’t get to ask the why, but, just know this made me ponder if this might be what makes a mess of criminal trials.) (I don’t go to the grocery store without notes; imagine how voluminous notes could get in a murder case).
We were told the first 12, once we left the jury selection room would get to sit in the nice padded seats. The rest of us would be on the hard benches. (For a split second I was back to the numbering issue)
We could take breaks, if we had questions please raise our hands, if you smoke you can go outside. (I became a quasi-smoker. I could go outside for fresh air, just to a different side of the building from the tobacco exhaust zone.) There we sat.
I met some really nice numbers. 39 and I wondered why 40 and 41 were no shows. Then as time progressed we really didn’t miss them since the room seemed to get smaller and warmer as time wore on.
Number 13 was really upset about the numbering. I think she was superstitious. However, it may have had something to do with being the first person to to just miss the padded seats.
Twenty seven, I think, I pronounced it correctly, was a rookie juror like me. He was asking lots of questions, seemed excited about being called and hoped to be selected. He was honored to be there. That was really cool. Honored. He had served in the military as a young man and this was the first time his community asked him to do something other than pick up arms.
We were there for awhile when the bailiff suggested, “that it usually didn’t take this long before you go into the courtroom.” This comment would be made a number of times. Especially as the clock seemed to slow down. It reminded me of the reverse adult version of the kids question, Are we there yet?
The people working the courthouse were most gracious, very helpful, and polite. You know they must deal with a bunch of new rookies everyday.
Number 19 asked if we could look into the courtroom. Nope, not while our potential judge and legal teams were in there with the accused. The accused? I wonder who or what they would be like? What were they alleged to have done? See I’m becoming old hat at courtroom terms.
I was interrupted from my daydreaming by a discussion. A couple of numbers a few rows over that were suggesting to one of my peers, a rookie that we were not referred to as rookie jurors. We were potential jurors. Oh! As I stuck my pinky finger up in the air as I slurped my slightly chilled bottle of water.
“They will only pick 12 of us.” Then depending on how long the trial might be there will be some alternates. “They are not jurors on “the” trial they are alternates. All of a sudden my status of rookie was looking even lower in the pecking order. Then more discussion about how the proceedings would take place.
After a while the bailiff was called to the door to the courtroom. Someone was explaining that there could be a possible plea so we would know more within the hour. So, I made phone calls, went for fresh air breaks, and sent e-mails on my TREO.
After a period of time passed our judge entered the room. She was introduced and thanked us for our service. It appeared that the power of the jury, although, not empanelled was able to speed along the proceedings in the court room. Then a very gracious invitation and a simple request. If we ever wanted to come to the courthouse to see a trial, since some of us may have never experienced one live, we were welcome. Our judge explained that she wanted some help to let our fellow citizens know that she took our time very seriously. She appreciated the commitment we had made to our community. Please let others know what you though of your experience. If you didn’t have a positive experience please let me know what I could do to make it better. The judge continued, If an idea came up later please call her or her bailiff directly. She even recognized that some of us may have been given guidance by people who had never even been in a courtroom before. Again, we were thanked for our service and told thank you. All we had to do was to put our numbers down on the table as we left. Another thank you from the judge. Then the line that made everyone laugh. We have a number of trials within the next few weeks. Remember you are still on notice until December 31, 2007.
As all of the potential jurors, now without number, left the courthouse there was polite discussion and chatter about the day, lunch, the weather. Then I believe it was the former number 27 that said. “That wasn’t all that bad. I can’t wait to tell my grandson what I did for my community today.”
(The numbers in this story except for mine, #42, and Number 13 have been changed to protect the identity of the real numbers.)
This was my first occasion to participate in the process it was both fun, exciting and very revealing.
I have found how many people in our community, workplace, neighborhood, and church have never been asked, invited or more correctly summoned to be part of a jury trial. That to me was/is surprising. With all the trials on television, in the newspaper, and shows about them you would figure trial by jury took place as often as say, someone driving through McDonald’s. Well, okay, that was a stretch.
For so many people that have not been called or have not participated the amazing amount of creativity suggested to get out of serving was overwhelming. “Tell them you’re busy”, “tell them you are sick, get a doctor’s excuse”, “just don’t show up”, “suggest once you are in the jury selection room that you have been called before and they never picked you because you voted to hang the person for a minor traffic offense.” Unbelievable! The real shocker was, “tell them you read the news, follow current events, have a very strong opinion and aren’t scared to express that opinion.” My head was spinning from the suggestions.
I arrived at the appointed time and was told I was juror #42. Instantly, I didn’t like being the lowest number, something that has to do with my last name being lower in the alphabet. Also, learning that second place is nothing more than the first loser I was trying to figure out how to move up in the order. Wasn’t happening. So I settled into my chair marked with my number. (I was so hoping to get a t-shirt or a jersey with my number, didn’t happen either)
The very nice bailiff offered us all coffee and explained the process. You will be called for either a criminal case or a civil case. During civil cases you can take notes, for criminal cases you can’t take notes. (I didn’t get to ask the why, but, just know this made me ponder if this might be what makes a mess of criminal trials.) (I don’t go to the grocery store without notes; imagine how voluminous notes could get in a murder case).
We were told the first 12, once we left the jury selection room would get to sit in the nice padded seats. The rest of us would be on the hard benches. (For a split second I was back to the numbering issue)
We could take breaks, if we had questions please raise our hands, if you smoke you can go outside. (I became a quasi-smoker. I could go outside for fresh air, just to a different side of the building from the tobacco exhaust zone.) There we sat.
I met some really nice numbers. 39 and I wondered why 40 and 41 were no shows. Then as time progressed we really didn’t miss them since the room seemed to get smaller and warmer as time wore on.
Number 13 was really upset about the numbering. I think she was superstitious. However, it may have had something to do with being the first person to to just miss the padded seats.
Twenty seven, I think, I pronounced it correctly, was a rookie juror like me. He was asking lots of questions, seemed excited about being called and hoped to be selected. He was honored to be there. That was really cool. Honored. He had served in the military as a young man and this was the first time his community asked him to do something other than pick up arms.
We were there for awhile when the bailiff suggested, “that it usually didn’t take this long before you go into the courtroom.” This comment would be made a number of times. Especially as the clock seemed to slow down. It reminded me of the reverse adult version of the kids question, Are we there yet?
The people working the courthouse were most gracious, very helpful, and polite. You know they must deal with a bunch of new rookies everyday.
Number 19 asked if we could look into the courtroom. Nope, not while our potential judge and legal teams were in there with the accused. The accused? I wonder who or what they would be like? What were they alleged to have done? See I’m becoming old hat at courtroom terms.
I was interrupted from my daydreaming by a discussion. A couple of numbers a few rows over that were suggesting to one of my peers, a rookie that we were not referred to as rookie jurors. We were potential jurors. Oh! As I stuck my pinky finger up in the air as I slurped my slightly chilled bottle of water.
“They will only pick 12 of us.” Then depending on how long the trial might be there will be some alternates. “They are not jurors on “the” trial they are alternates. All of a sudden my status of rookie was looking even lower in the pecking order. Then more discussion about how the proceedings would take place.
After a while the bailiff was called to the door to the courtroom. Someone was explaining that there could be a possible plea so we would know more within the hour. So, I made phone calls, went for fresh air breaks, and sent e-mails on my TREO.
After a period of time passed our judge entered the room. She was introduced and thanked us for our service. It appeared that the power of the jury, although, not empanelled was able to speed along the proceedings in the court room. Then a very gracious invitation and a simple request. If we ever wanted to come to the courthouse to see a trial, since some of us may have never experienced one live, we were welcome. Our judge explained that she wanted some help to let our fellow citizens know that she took our time very seriously. She appreciated the commitment we had made to our community. Please let others know what you though of your experience. If you didn’t have a positive experience please let me know what I could do to make it better. The judge continued, If an idea came up later please call her or her bailiff directly. She even recognized that some of us may have been given guidance by people who had never even been in a courtroom before. Again, we were thanked for our service and told thank you. All we had to do was to put our numbers down on the table as we left. Another thank you from the judge. Then the line that made everyone laugh. We have a number of trials within the next few weeks. Remember you are still on notice until December 31, 2007.
As all of the potential jurors, now without number, left the courthouse there was polite discussion and chatter about the day, lunch, the weather. Then I believe it was the former number 27 that said. “That wasn’t all that bad. I can’t wait to tell my grandson what I did for my community today.”
(The numbers in this story except for mine, #42, and Number 13 have been changed to protect the identity of the real numbers.)
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Lookly What I Received!!
I have been truly honored by The Egel's Nest for Blog Eggcellence. Now, you ask. How in the world did this guy get this? You know what....I asked myself the same thing.
Bradley at The Egel's Nest, one of the premier bloggers, in multiple categories, had a weak moment and decided to support a novice blogger. Please don't let the last comment reflect on the other fine people who have received his valuable and prestigious award. Bradley has been very supportive of my blogging and has provided valuable comments on days when my sarcasm might have been contained. But oh no!
My thanks to The Egel's Nest and all of his peeps that have come to visit.
I appreciate the comments, The fuel of bloggers. I'm very honored.
Thanks,
Bradley at The Egel's Nest, one of the premier bloggers, in multiple categories, had a weak moment and decided to support a novice blogger. Please don't let the last comment reflect on the other fine people who have received his valuable and prestigious award. Bradley has been very supportive of my blogging and has provided valuable comments on days when my sarcasm might have been contained. But oh no!
My thanks to The Egel's Nest and all of his peeps that have come to visit.
I appreciate the comments, The fuel of bloggers. I'm very honored.
Thanks,
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Coaches on the Move
This has been a busy week in the College Football business. The CEO's of the teams have been on the move. Just ask Arkansas or Old Miss. In the words of the Mounds Candy Bar. "Sometimes you feel like a Nutt, Sometimes you don't."
Nebraska, Texas A&M, Old Miss, Georgia Tech, Michigan, LSU(possibly), just to name a few. Tommy Tuberville has had his name mentioned in a number of possible openings. This would not hurt my feelings.
Keeping track of all of the changes has made it fun. I'm sure after this weekend there will be a few more.
Nebraska, Texas A&M, Old Miss, Georgia Tech, Michigan, LSU(possibly), just to name a few. Tommy Tuberville has had his name mentioned in a number of possible openings. This would not hurt my feelings.
Keeping track of all of the changes has made it fun. I'm sure after this weekend there will be a few more.
A New Season Begins
Look at the shooting form. With all of the basketball coaches in my family it was only natural that the Minister of Plain would be interested in the sport. Whenever he gets a chance he is outside shooting the ball in the basket.
The team name and colors have yet to be selected. Stay tuned for the weekly updates. This Saturday is the first basketball game.
The Game that United and Divides A Family
My seven year old has become an Auburn fan. A friend of mine, a fellow Alabama fan asked why I would allow my son to root for "that" team. Feeling somewhat stepped on by the comment I was looking for a reply. Then it dawned on me. In my son's lifetime Auburn has won six of the seven games. You know, I said, I guess my son likes a winner. That other team will have to win 10 straight to get the series record of consecutive wins set by my team.
In the above picture there are only three Alabama fans. The rest are for the other team. We did have an excellent time seeing friends and family around the state. We may make this a family tradition. Except next time more planning and get some tickets.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Alabama Vs. Auburn
This is it. Today is the big day. Alabama versus Auburn from the loveliest village on the Plain. The big game is this evening. This gives the fans the ability to talk smack to the other team for 365 days. Records don't matter. It is all about who wins. Go Bama....Roll Tide.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
The Amazing Race
I absolutely love the Amazing Race. Lieber and I talk about trying to enter the contest all the time. Wouldn't it be great to race around the globe. It looks like fun.
On the other hand. There could be a few challenges:
1. Asking directions. I am lucky my spouse has a geography minor. She can read a map with the best of the land navigators. This keeps the getting lost and having to ask directions to a minimum.
2. Language barrier. I have a hard enough time mastering the English language. (Evidenced in this blog.) It cracks me up to watch people, Americans, try to communicate with people who speak a language foreign to our own. You know...a little slower and a little louder, until they understand.
3. Separation from Sweet Tea. You see it every week. The participants get sent to some exotic land that doesn't have the basics of food, American food. Sweet tea is an example. I have lived overseas so I will try the local fair. But, in my more advanced age I have begun to appreciate the fine things. Sweet Tea is my favorite drink and you just can't get the good stuff everywhere.
4. Wife wanted to know who would be her partner.....this is a potential area of conflict.
5. Decision Making method.. How do the team members not decide in advance to use a decision making method? You know, the potato method, one-potato, two-potato. Flip a coin, or pick a number. It just cracks me up to see the what do you think, now, what do you think while the other teams are shooting by.
We continue to consider trying to get on the program. Please leave comments about what you see the greatest challenges would be for you to join or once on the Amazing Race.
On the other hand. There could be a few challenges:
1. Asking directions. I am lucky my spouse has a geography minor. She can read a map with the best of the land navigators. This keeps the getting lost and having to ask directions to a minimum.
2. Language barrier. I have a hard enough time mastering the English language. (Evidenced in this blog.) It cracks me up to watch people, Americans, try to communicate with people who speak a language foreign to our own. You know...a little slower and a little louder, until they understand.
3. Separation from Sweet Tea. You see it every week. The participants get sent to some exotic land that doesn't have the basics of food, American food. Sweet tea is an example. I have lived overseas so I will try the local fair. But, in my more advanced age I have begun to appreciate the fine things. Sweet Tea is my favorite drink and you just can't get the good stuff everywhere.
4. Wife wanted to know who would be her partner.....this is a potential area of conflict.
5. Decision Making method.. How do the team members not decide in advance to use a decision making method? You know, the potato method, one-potato, two-potato. Flip a coin, or pick a number. It just cracks me up to see the what do you think, now, what do you think while the other teams are shooting by.
We continue to consider trying to get on the program. Please leave comments about what you see the greatest challenges would be for you to join or once on the Amazing Race.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Blog Award - You Make Me Smile!
Thank you for this wonderful award. (reaching into my pocket for the not prepared, well semi-prepared speech.) I appreciate the support of my editors, family, friends, agent, the cast and crew of Busy Dad Mumbles, and the true life actors that make up the daily stories. (Dabbing away tears!)As I accept this award this evening in my Old Navy Fleece, Target pajamas pants, and Land's End Slippers (since I'm sure the fashion press will want to know as I walk back down the red carper) It is with great humility and restrained sarcasm as I sit before you this evening in Blog World.
Seriously, my thanks to Nap Warden for the "You Make Me Smile Award." I really appreciate the kind recognition and encouragement from a fellow blogger. Nap Warden provided recognition to a novice blogger and I appreciate her kind comments.
In honor of this auspicious occasion I would like to recognize fellow bloggers that I believe, in my humble, opinion are outstanding providers of the Smile.
All about Benjamin...
Chris in Oxford
On Frozen Blog
Wilson Six
Pass on the smiles.
Friday, November 16, 2007
The Cookies are Coming, the Cookies are Coming!!
There are 12 days of cookies on the way. That is a dozen, dozens of cookies! I share this post with one and all to encourage the baking of cookies. My only selfless request would be that I would have the opportunity in my house to sample just a few of the delectable’s.So, bloggers of the world. Pass on the link. There will be a new cookie recipe each day over a 12 day span. Think fresh, fun cookies. I do this only for the benefit of others. (Well, kind of...)
Sunday, November 11, 2007
To All the Veteran’s in My Family - Thank You
Thank you, for your service, your leadership, and for answering the call of your country. Your service ranges prior to World War I to the Global War on Terror in the branches of United States Army, Navy, Marine Corps, Coast Guard and Air Force.
Your family appreciates you. Happy Veteran’s Day. We will never forget your service.
Hayden Amidon - US Navy
Terrence Edward Amidon – US Army
Steve Bevis- U.S. Marine Corps- Korean War
Ben Aton - US Navy - Global War on Terror
Again we thank each of you for your service. To the families of the known and unknown, who made the ultimate sacrifice, you are also in our thoughts and prayers. Thanks to all Veteran’s everyday.
Your family appreciates you. Happy Veteran’s Day. We will never forget your service.
Walter K. Wilson (1880-1954) – US Army -World War I and World War II- Major General
Walter K. Wilson, Jr. – (1906 – 1985) – US Army - World War II, Korea, Vietnam - Lieutenant General, Chief of Army Engineers
Walter K. Wilson, III (Retired) – US Army - Vietnam
Colonel, Corps of Engineers
Fredrick Wilson (Retired) – US Army - Vietnam
Lieutenant Colonel, Armor
Fredrick Wilson, Jr. - Coast Guard - Global War on Terror
Delores Garcia Wilson (Retired) – US Navy -
Global War on Terror
Everett Coyt Dimick – US Army – World War II and Korea- Major
Charles Davidson Orrison - US Air Force- World War II, Korea, and Vietnam
Colonel
John Newton Wilson – US Army - World War II -Lieutenant Colonel, United States Army American Cemetery in Normandy France. He died during the battle of Saint Lo in July 1944.
Hayden Amidon - US NavyTerrence Edward Amidon – US Army
Steve Bevis- U.S. Marine Corps- Korean War
General Phillip Sheridan - US Army - Civil War
Jason Tengan - Commander, US Army, Air Force and Coast Guard - GWOT
Ben Aton - US Navy - Global War on TerrorAgain we thank each of you for your service. To the families of the known and unknown, who made the ultimate sacrifice, you are also in our thoughts and prayers. Thanks to all Veteran’s everyday.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
News Flash - The French Like Us
Happy, happy, joy, joy. Watching the news this week on the political front helped me to understand the answer to the question, how low can you go? Our Commander in Chief was all about making sure the world knows we have a renewed friendship with the French. This is what I meant by rock bottom.
All due respect to the French people. Not that the truly self absorbed need it. But history should teach us a lesson about the French. Each time we become friends it costs us! Then they repay us by dumping on us. Beware!
I was glad to see this interaction with the French allowed a number in Congress to find something to do! The House and Senate Dining Rooms had renamed their bits of potato that accompany a hamburger to "Freedom Fries" when the sour puss of France wouldn't play well five years ago. Well this week in Congress have flip flopped, surprise, we are back to French Fries.
Glad to see we have made great progress. Lafayette, would be proud. Liberty, Democracy and French Fried Potatoes.
All due respect to the French people. Not that the truly self absorbed need it. But history should teach us a lesson about the French. Each time we become friends it costs us! Then they repay us by dumping on us. Beware!
I was glad to see this interaction with the French allowed a number in Congress to find something to do! The House and Senate Dining Rooms had renamed their bits of potato that accompany a hamburger to "Freedom Fries" when the sour puss of France wouldn't play well five years ago. Well this week in Congress have flip flopped, surprise, we are back to French Fries.
Glad to see we have made great progress. Lafayette, would be proud. Liberty, Democracy and French Fried Potatoes.
Boodles got to Go in a Limbo
This post comes under the kids say the darndest things category. Princess Dabba ran into my room this morning all excited. Dad, Dad, did you get to see that Boodles got to ride in a Limbo last night? I said, A Limbo?
Yep, it came to the door to pick her up last night on here way to a birthday party. It was really long, white with lots of doors and windows.
The excitement that early in the morning drew a crowd. The Minister of Plain comes in hears that Boodles got to ride in a Limbo last night. He said it was a Hummer. Confusion of the face of the Princess. It was a Limbo, she shot back at the Minister.
I smiled and it explained it is called a Limo. Princess smiled, kissed my face and said, "It was a Hummer Limo."
Yep, it came to the door to pick her up last night on here way to a birthday party. It was really long, white with lots of doors and windows.
The excitement that early in the morning drew a crowd. The Minister of Plain comes in hears that Boodles got to ride in a Limbo last night. He said it was a Hummer. Confusion of the face of the Princess. It was a Limbo, she shot back at the Minister.
I smiled and it explained it is called a Limo. Princess smiled, kissed my face and said, "It was a Hummer Limo."
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Sixteen Years Today
It seems like yesterday that my lovely bride said, "I Do" to the big question posed by the priest standing in front of friends and family. Well, maybe not just yesterday! Today is the anniversary of that joyous event. Sixteen years ago, on Saturday, November 9, 1991 was the big day. Life has been fun and interesting ever since.Don't know what life would have been like had the Big Event not taken place, nor, do I want to ever find out.
Happy Sixteenth Anniversary Punkin. I love you. Thanks for putting up with me.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
The Envelope - Please
With the assistance of the firm of Funk, Wiggles and Bubbles, the non-profit giveaway numbers generating group. This highly respected firm was organized just for Fall Y'ALL Giveaway support. 
With 404 Posts (Very cool, applause!!!!), entries from many wonderful bloggers and great comments, for a $20.00 Wal-Mart Gift Card the winner is: (Envelope Please)
Notification by e-mail to Awesome Mom has gone out electronically.
With 404 Posts (Very cool, applause!!!!), entries from many wonderful bloggers and great comments, for a $20.00 Wal-Mart Gift Card the winner is: (Envelope Please)
Notification by e-mail to Awesome Mom has gone out electronically.
The card will go out in the mail on Monday, November 5.
Thanks to all for participating. We had great fun. My appreciation to Funk, Wiggles and Bubbles.
Thanks to all for participating. We had great fun. My appreciation to Funk, Wiggles and Bubbles.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
And the Winner Is!!!
The contest giveaway has ended. The last entries are in. The firm of Funk and Wiggles will be reviewing the posts. Randomly generating an answer later this evening. The winner will be posted and contacted. The envelope please: 
Due to the timing of the LSU and Alabama game this evening we will now take a commercial break before delivering the results.
Many thanks to all who participated in the Giveaway. Thanks for the Leadership of Rocks in My Dryer for the Fall Giveaway.
Amazing Facts I Question
A recent study found the average American walks about 900 miles per year.
Another study found Americans drink, on average, 22 gallons of beer a year.
That means, on average, Americans get about 41 miles to the gallon.Kind Of Makes You Proud To Be American.
It makes me feel better to know I get better mileage than most SUV's.
Another study found Americans drink, on average, 22 gallons of beer a year.
That means, on average, Americans get about 41 miles to the gallon.Kind Of Makes You Proud To Be American.
It makes me feel better to know I get better mileage than most SUV's.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Someone has some splaining' to do
For those of you out there who actually saw the show you will recognize the headline of this post as a version of the Lucille Ball Show and the quote from Ricky when something happened, "Lucy, you have some splaining to do!" ...
Two of my children came home from school today and a travesty of justice has taken place. There should be an investigation, call CNN, get Tim Russert to come ask some tough questions, the New York Times, the Chicago Tribune, and the Washington Times should be alerted.
My son and daughter are wonderful children. But, something has to give. The story I heard was unbelievable.
They each received a 103 on their spelling tests. Not a 100 plus the 5 bonus points for a total of 105 points they normally receive. This is the first time the score hasn’t been every point, all 105. What form of non-violent punishment should be used? Time to contact the President and the Attorney General Nominee to discuss what constitutes torture.
I have to keep from biting a hole in my lip. The grades on my report cards and papers rarely had scores of 103. I am very proud of them. This better not happen again! Smile!
Two of my children came home from school today and a travesty of justice has taken place. There should be an investigation, call CNN, get Tim Russert to come ask some tough questions, the New York Times, the Chicago Tribune, and the Washington Times should be alerted.
My son and daughter are wonderful children. But, something has to give. The story I heard was unbelievable.
They each received a 103 on their spelling tests. Not a 100 plus the 5 bonus points for a total of 105 points they normally receive. This is the first time the score hasn’t been every point, all 105. What form of non-violent punishment should be used? Time to contact the President and the Attorney General Nominee to discuss what constitutes torture.
I have to keep from biting a hole in my lip. The grades on my report cards and papers rarely had scores of 103. I am very proud of them. This better not happen again! Smile!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Purple Dragons Wrap Up the Season
This evening was it. The finale to the season. The young men of the Purple played a heck of a game. The last game of the flag football season was played out on the eve of Halloween.
With a crisp cool breeze the Purple Dragons took to the field under the Lights of the Sports Complex. They were very excited about playing and discussing what each was planning to dress as for Halloween. You know, you have to get the business stuff out of the way before the game.
From what I hear the first half went very well. An extended business meeting kept me away from my appointed job as defensive coordinator for much of the game. However, I made it in time to see my son run the ball. Check out the running legs! And I got to see a funny play.
On 3rd down and a long way to first down the speedy Mr. Kyler is given the ball. He runs a sweep to the left in the backfield. He sees an opening and tears down the field. About 30 yards down field he is beginning to loose the other team. Then all of a sudden a very blond, pint size three year old who has been playing on the field realizes he is now part of the game. His mom arrives after the other kids ran carefully by. There were no penalties for extra players. It was great we actually saw the Missouri version of the 12th Man, well 11 1/4 since he was kind of young.
A great time was had by all. Go Purple Dragons. Till next year! On to Basketball season.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Fall Yall Giveaway
Thanks for stopping by Busy Dad Mumbles. I will be picking a random comment on Saturday November 3 for a $20.00 Wal-Mart gift card. It is open to all bloggers and I will ship outside the U.S.
Just leave a comment below!! Have a great day! For more Bloggy Giveways
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Sonic is putting Whoppers in Milkshakes!
Marketing people of Sonic Drive In have a problem! Example here is the discussion in our car the other night while waiting at an intersection for the light to change. Lieber says to the crew, “Did you see Sonic Drive In’s are putting Whoppers in their Chocolate Shakes. (This is the sign Lieber is referencing in her announcement is second from the left.)
Within seconds from the back seat, the 9 year old, Boodles of Baking announces from the back of the vehicle. “That is Naaaaaassssssstttttty, why would you ever put Whoppers in your Milkshake. (Here is what Boodles is talking about.)
For a moment the comment hangs in the air. Lieber means Whoppers, malted milk balls candy, Boodles is things about the product that comes from Burger King. The laughter as everyone figures out what is said absolutely cracks up the whole car. By the reaction I do not believe that Boodles will ever try the mixture. First impressions go a long way.
Within seconds from the back seat, the 9 year old, Boodles of Baking announces from the back of the vehicle. “That is Naaaaaassssssstttttty, why would you ever put Whoppers in your Milkshake. (Here is what Boodles is talking about.)For a moment the comment hangs in the air. Lieber means Whoppers, malted milk balls candy, Boodles is things about the product that comes from Burger King. The laughter as everyone figures out what is said absolutely cracks up the whole car. By the reaction I do not believe that Boodles will ever try the mixture. First impressions go a long way.Writing Down the things kids say!
Our family has “The Book”. Not to be confused with the Good Book. This version of The Book contains those precious verbal moments. As the kids are growing up they say the darndest things. Start writing them down in a safe secure place. The challenge as the kids get older and we, the parents, want to discuss (bring up) the tidbits or repeat them in front of friends and family, the parental perk of non violent punishment, memory does not always serve the purpose. So, begin to write it down today.
We have developed a family keeper of the book. This is our Mimi. My wife’s mother started writing down the verbal tidbits years ago. When she had to evacuate due to multiple hurricanes, The Book, was always one of the first items that was loaded into the vehicle. Start your version of “The Book” today.
Kids will want you to be able to share the things they did as they grow up. Parents you will need proof because the little people that can’t remember to make a bed, clean a room, or do their chores will have perfect clarity in thought and mind of what took place on any given event. They will also have the legal precedence that overturns your memory of the situation. Maybe “The Book” is what the teachers were telling me about when they said, “This will be on your permanent record.”
I am going to start a separate section of the Busy Dad Mumbles Blog that captures some of those verbal gifts under “The Book.” I hope you enjoy as much as I did, do, and will.
We have developed a family keeper of the book. This is our Mimi. My wife’s mother started writing down the verbal tidbits years ago. When she had to evacuate due to multiple hurricanes, The Book, was always one of the first items that was loaded into the vehicle. Start your version of “The Book” today.
Kids will want you to be able to share the things they did as they grow up. Parents you will need proof because the little people that can’t remember to make a bed, clean a room, or do their chores will have perfect clarity in thought and mind of what took place on any given event. They will also have the legal precedence that overturns your memory of the situation. Maybe “The Book” is what the teachers were telling me about when they said, “This will be on your permanent record.”
I am going to start a separate section of the Busy Dad Mumbles Blog that captures some of those verbal gifts under “The Book.” I hope you enjoy as much as I did, do, and will.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Martha MacGyver
Folks, I have to tell you how lucky I am. On November 9, my lovely wife and I will celebrate 16 years of marriage. She has always been social, resourceful, loving and patient.
She has always been talented yet, in the last few weeks her talents have been on display and a new nickname is beginning to develop, “Martha MacGyver.” To explain the context – MacGyver was a television show where the main character, Richard Dean Anderson was able to extract himself from almost any dire situation with a pocket knife, duct tape, and basic household materials.
A nickname the spouse has been referred to by family and friends for years is “Martha”, this short for Martha Stewart. The goddess of entertaining, crafts, and a force in all that is homey and festive. Spouse with her own business adds the nice and kind to the business magnate part of Martha. Crafty, talented, and inventive.
Now a combination of the two nicknames to “Martha MacGyver.” Let me give some examples of what I mean, Jen killed two flies with a pop of a dish towel when unable to quickly locate the flyswatter. (MyGyveresk)
This morning she restrung an adjustable waist band of a child’s pants that had been pulled out like a removable belt. Yet, it was not to be removed! Using only a bamboo skewer, while talking to the family about meals for the week, she restrings the broken pants and has them as good as new.
Repairing cameras, game boys, computer games, adjusting bicycles, fixing hair dos are all in the repertory and repairing husbands Bluetooth when it just quit.
In the last few weeks while I’m at work she used a nail gun to hang trim in the basement. She walked by a craft table looked at a book cover than went home and sewed one from scratch. Two friends saw her toile version of the product and bingo. She has people wanting her to make their Christmas gifts.
These are just a few of the examples. Over the years there have been many times were the skills have been on display. We just didn’t know what to call it until recently, Martha MacGyver
She has always been talented yet, in the last few weeks her talents have been on display and a new nickname is beginning to develop, “Martha MacGyver.” To explain the context – MacGyver was a television show where the main character, Richard Dean Anderson was able to extract himself from almost any dire situation with a pocket knife, duct tape, and basic household materials.
A nickname the spouse has been referred to by family and friends for years is “Martha”, this short for Martha Stewart. The goddess of entertaining, crafts, and a force in all that is homey and festive. Spouse with her own business adds the nice and kind to the business magnate part of Martha. Crafty, talented, and inventive.
Now a combination of the two nicknames to “Martha MacGyver.” Let me give some examples of what I mean, Jen killed two flies with a pop of a dish towel when unable to quickly locate the flyswatter. (MyGyveresk)
This morning she restrung an adjustable waist band of a child’s pants that had been pulled out like a removable belt. Yet, it was not to be removed! Using only a bamboo skewer, while talking to the family about meals for the week, she restrings the broken pants and has them as good as new.
Repairing cameras, game boys, computer games, adjusting bicycles, fixing hair dos are all in the repertory and repairing husbands Bluetooth when it just quit.
In the last few weeks while I’m at work she used a nail gun to hang trim in the basement. She walked by a craft table looked at a book cover than went home and sewed one from scratch. Two friends saw her toile version of the product and bingo. She has people wanting her to make their Christmas gifts.
These are just a few of the examples. Over the years there have been many times were the skills have been on display. We just didn’t know what to call it until recently, Martha MacGyver
Introducing Americans to America
At lunch we were discussing what part of the country people are from. Alabama, Arkansas, Virginia. A team member said, “I am from Brooklyn, New York.” The “southern” team members said, “Oh! A Yankee!
To which the New York Team member replied, “No a Mets fan!”
Now the correct adjective was not included in the sentence. However, this was initially overlooked since the Yankee didn’t even know she was a Yankee.
The laughter at the table was well received followed by confusion. A short history lesson, explanation of the Mason/Dixon Line followed, the description of the correct southern adjective of "Damn" was explained, and then more talk about the regional differences of the United States.
Granted, I am not the sharpest tool in the shed. My knowledge of Literature fails me on Trivial Pursuit. But, sometimes I am shocked at the lack of knowledge of our own social make up and historical context.
It was a fun lunch.
To which the New York Team member replied, “No a Mets fan!”
Now the correct adjective was not included in the sentence. However, this was initially overlooked since the Yankee didn’t even know she was a Yankee.
The laughter at the table was well received followed by confusion. A short history lesson, explanation of the Mason/Dixon Line followed, the description of the correct southern adjective of "Damn" was explained, and then more talk about the regional differences of the United States.
Granted, I am not the sharpest tool in the shed. My knowledge of Literature fails me on Trivial Pursuit. But, sometimes I am shocked at the lack of knowledge of our own social make up and historical context.
It was a fun lunch.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Random Act of Kindness - Passing it Forward
My fellow citizens of the Web. It is time to put basic decency back on display. There is an insurance company advertisement on T.V that shows people helping each other. One person keeps a pizza delivery person from walking into on coming traffic. A lady keeps the kids ball from rolling into the street. My point is we have reached the point where it is time to play well with others.
Heading home last night I saw a young man hauling a gas can walking up the road in the dark and cold. Well, the Boy Scout in me couldn’t stand it. I turned around and headed back on the highway. I identified myself, told him where I worked, and then asked if I could give him a ride. The look on his face told the whole story. He said, well, sure! He loaded the full gas can into the back of my car. I asked him how far we need to go. When he indicated five miles I couldn’t believe it. Long story short I gave him a ride, waited to make sure his car started. The young man was thrilled.
The young man asked if he could pay me or help me out. (Are you kidding?) All I asked was that he passes forward the kindness to someone else who needed assistance.
The tough part of the story was that the young man had to walk the five plus miles to the gas station because no one would give him a ride. I understand we need to be safe but can’t we help a fellow human being out????
What can you do to play well with others, pass on a kindness? What is your story?
You can see other RAK (random Acts of Kindness) over at The Wilson Six.
Heading home last night I saw a young man hauling a gas can walking up the road in the dark and cold. Well, the Boy Scout in me couldn’t stand it. I turned around and headed back on the highway. I identified myself, told him where I worked, and then asked if I could give him a ride. The look on his face told the whole story. He said, well, sure! He loaded the full gas can into the back of my car. I asked him how far we need to go. When he indicated five miles I couldn’t believe it. Long story short I gave him a ride, waited to make sure his car started. The young man was thrilled.
The young man asked if he could pay me or help me out. (Are you kidding?) All I asked was that he passes forward the kindness to someone else who needed assistance.
The tough part of the story was that the young man had to walk the five plus miles to the gas station because no one would give him a ride. I understand we need to be safe but can’t we help a fellow human being out????
What can you do to play well with others, pass on a kindness? What is your story?
You can see other RAK (random Acts of Kindness) over at The Wilson Six.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
It is the Third Weekend in October
We are now prepared for the Great Orange Pumpkin to come down from the North to visit all the good children. As Charlie Brown awaits the arrival of….. Oops! That big Orange is Tennessee. Coach Fulmer and his band of Volunteers are making a visit to the land of Crimson! This rivalry has been going on since 1901. Alabama leads the series 44-38-7 all time. Coach Fulmer is 11-3 all time versus the Tide.
And what on Earth do my eyes see! Forty-one to Seventeen! That is 41 to 17 in Tuscaloosa. Coach Saban is now 1-0 against the Vols. Alabama now leads the series 45-38 – 7. Coach F – gets clobbered this year. See you next year, maybe! Roll Tide, Go Bama!
Purple Dragons Update
It’s all about execution. The young Warriors were on Tuesday evening. The guys played Iron-Man Flag Football again, we had no substitutes. They played great. The defense was very strong. The young guys came right out of the gate pulling flags. Four different young men pulled flags. Guys who only had one flag in our seven games pulled multiple flags in this game. I was proud of the Purple Dragons defense.
Coach Vernon was joining us on the field since we had no substitutes to manage. He helped call plays and place players. We all had a great time. The guys all knew we were putting together a full package for the opponents.
Every one of our seven ran the ball, played quarterback or tried to catch a pass. Coach B’s reverse was a smash hit. A couple of our guys are really getting prepared for the next level of football. We saw some performances that show a tremendous gain in confidence and skill since week one. We coaches have finally figured it out! The players have developed well also. Two more games to go.
Get your Chicken Now!
For those of you out there that have not experienced Chick-fil-a, you are missing a treat! The mostly in the south chain of restaurants, has a great menu. Chicken sandwiches, good milkshakes, and, a moment of silence…..Great Sweet Iced Tea!
The marketing folks of this organization want you. (My Mom also wanted you to know about this! So, I’m a Blogging! Cause Momma Said So!) Between now and November 17 they are running a contest. This allows me to combine great food and football. Go to 40winners.com to attempt to win. You could win a trip to the ACC, SEC or Big 12 Football Championship where each trip winner will have a chance to compete to win up to $1 million dollars and Free Chick-fil-a food for a year. (I don’t know why you would want to go to anything but the SEC championship but you have the option.)
So, get your fingers working. Chick-fil-A….they didn’t invent the Chicken, just the Chicken Sandwich. They also have some great ads. OH! And the Sweet Tea.
Auburn versus LSU
Naval Officer Ben, Katherine, Hayden, and Abigale, would like to wish you “War Eagle.” We hope you are getting to see the game this evening. We all know you and Matt will be routing for the Bengal Tigers from Baton Rouge. Should be a good one!
This should be interesting. We get to battle a couple of times over the next three weeks.
And what on Earth do my eyes see! Forty-one to Seventeen! That is 41 to 17 in Tuscaloosa. Coach Saban is now 1-0 against the Vols. Alabama now leads the series 45-38 – 7. Coach F – gets clobbered this year. See you next year, maybe! Roll Tide, Go Bama!
Purple Dragons Update
It’s all about execution. The young Warriors were on Tuesday evening. The guys played Iron-Man Flag Football again, we had no substitutes. They played great. The defense was very strong. The young guys came right out of the gate pulling flags. Four different young men pulled flags. Guys who only had one flag in our seven games pulled multiple flags in this game. I was proud of the Purple Dragons defense.
Coach Vernon was joining us on the field since we had no substitutes to manage. He helped call plays and place players. We all had a great time. The guys all knew we were putting together a full package for the opponents.
Every one of our seven ran the ball, played quarterback or tried to catch a pass. Coach B’s reverse was a smash hit. A couple of our guys are really getting prepared for the next level of football. We saw some performances that show a tremendous gain in confidence and skill since week one. We coaches have finally figured it out! The players have developed well also. Two more games to go.
Get your Chicken Now!
For those of you out there that have not experienced Chick-fil-a, you are missing a treat! The mostly in the south chain of restaurants, has a great menu. Chicken sandwiches, good milkshakes, and, a moment of silence…..Great Sweet Iced Tea!
The marketing folks of this organization want you. (My Mom also wanted you to know about this! So, I’m a Blogging! Cause Momma Said So!) Between now and November 17 they are running a contest. This allows me to combine great food and football. Go to 40winners.com to attempt to win. You could win a trip to the ACC, SEC or Big 12 Football Championship where each trip winner will have a chance to compete to win up to $1 million dollars and Free Chick-fil-a food for a year. (I don’t know why you would want to go to anything but the SEC championship but you have the option.)
So, get your fingers working. Chick-fil-A….they didn’t invent the Chicken, just the Chicken Sandwich. They also have some great ads. OH! And the Sweet Tea.
Auburn versus LSU
Naval Officer Ben, Katherine, Hayden, and Abigale, would like to wish you “War Eagle.” We hope you are getting to see the game this evening. We all know you and Matt will be routing for the Bengal Tigers from Baton Rouge. Should be a good one!
This should be interesting. We get to battle a couple of times over the next three weeks.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Political Rant
What in the World are they doing in Washington? My fellow Americans, it is time to clean House and Senate! This is like a week of watching another planet.
We have Senators that are being investigated by the FBI, there is another who can’t decided whether he did it or not, and we have a third who is under investigation. The Senate Ethics Committee goes so slow it moves backwards.
The House is not Legislating. Executive isn’t getting it done and the Judicial, that system is broken. It is like a Constitutional three stooges. Each time one of the talking heads that represents one of the bodies of government speaks I can almost Larry, Moe and Curly, poking each other in the eye, smacking each other on the head or just messing up another fine situation. (Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk)
To recap, this group hasn’t decided on its operating budget, they have decided to tell other countries that what happened in their past was genocide, and they faced off over a program for children’s health care that hasn’t been budgeted for and at this rate it will expire in a couple of weeks.
The worst part of this is watching the cast of characters that wants to run the Executive Branch in the up coming election. It is like picking the last kids for dodge ball when you were a kid. If they were good it would be easy. We are actually trying to figure out who can do the least amount of damage.
We need to develop a coalition form of government. Either, Or just isn’t a choice. Maybe Richard Pryor’s Movie Brewster’s Millions developed the best option – Vote! None of the Above!
We have Senators that are being investigated by the FBI, there is another who can’t decided whether he did it or not, and we have a third who is under investigation. The Senate Ethics Committee goes so slow it moves backwards.
The House is not Legislating. Executive isn’t getting it done and the Judicial, that system is broken. It is like a Constitutional three stooges. Each time one of the talking heads that represents one of the bodies of government speaks I can almost Larry, Moe and Curly, poking each other in the eye, smacking each other on the head or just messing up another fine situation. (Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk)
To recap, this group hasn’t decided on its operating budget, they have decided to tell other countries that what happened in their past was genocide, and they faced off over a program for children’s health care that hasn’t been budgeted for and at this rate it will expire in a couple of weeks.
The worst part of this is watching the cast of characters that wants to run the Executive Branch in the up coming election. It is like picking the last kids for dodge ball when you were a kid. If they were good it would be easy. We are actually trying to figure out who can do the least amount of damage.
We need to develop a coalition form of government. Either, Or just isn’t a choice. Maybe Richard Pryor’s Movie Brewster’s Millions developed the best option – Vote! None of the Above!
During a development day at work we had the chance to play a fun game. Mad Gab. The phrases are called mondegreens. A phrase containing small words that when put together make a new word or phrase. For example, "These If Hill Wore" when pronounced quickly sounds like "The Civil War."
Mad Gab is a game created by Mattel. We laughed and enjoyed our time. It is even funnier when you have discovered the meaning of the phrase and you hear other team members continuing to repeat the phrase over and over. Lots of fun.
I’m heading to Wal-Mart to find it this weekend.
Mad Gab is a game created by Mattel. We laughed and enjoyed our time. It is even funnier when you have discovered the meaning of the phrase and you hear other team members continuing to repeat the phrase over and over. Lots of fun.
I’m heading to Wal-Mart to find it this weekend.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
There Ain’t Nothing Like it No Where
With apologies to the Marketing people at Dreamland Ribs, Southeastern Conference Football, There Ain’t Nothing Like it No Where. Watching on Television is one way to enjoy, but for those who haven’t been to a game, check the calendars, pack the vehicle and get your game on! By the way these are Pork ribs we will be enjoying today! Um, fresh Hog! The whole Wilson crew attended the Auburn versus Arkansas game in Fayetteville, Arkansas, yesterday. What a great experience!
By arriving early we found Tiger Walk. This is the Auburn tradition of a pep rally as the players walk into the stadium. The Minister and Queen were in heaven. So were the rest of us. We were among Alabama people. This is the highest privilege. We talked to people who understand sweet tea, the location of Anniston, and they don’t wrinkle there nose when referred to as ma'am or sir. Princes Dabba and Boodles, (a die hard, Alabama fan), got caught up in the excitement of the events. We met some great people and experienced their generosity first hand.
Queen did find the Auburn band, it came to her! The pep band with about 45 people in it walks up to support the Tiger Walk. Queen and I walk over to meet the trombone players and see if she can make a connection on the Auburn fight song music. Bingo! These folks are wonderful. They are very excited that there is a person at the game interested in their skill and to know that Queen loves the school made it better. After a short conversation, e-mail addresses are exchanged, high fives, and music for a part are in the hands of the Queen, more to follow by e-mail. My thanks to the Auburn Band members for encouraging the continued development of the Queen’s music skill. (This even made this Grinch’s Crimson Heart grow just a little softer or more orange!)
The day was beautiful, warm, clear, and breezy. The game didn’t start until 6:45 p.m. The Minister of Plain pointed out this was very close to his bed time as we walked to the game. Princess Dabba was a trooper. She walked, she “War Eagled”, (for non-Auburn people, this is the beginning of every interaction even the casual, if the shirt looks orange and/or blue, so sling it out there, if the appropriate return response is given, that is “War Eagle” you have found an instant friend.), she played, she sang, and she shook the heck out of some pom poms. Being four finally caught up with the little princess while sitting in my lap with 11:28 to go in the fourth quarter. (Pictures to follow) The sound o meter at the stadium was rocking and she was snooooozing. Didn’t move a muscle. Then just as Auburn wins the game. She arises from her nap for the post game festivities, waving at Aubie, seeing the band, and the walking back to the car.
Remember Minister's comment about the late hour of the game? As two F-18 fighter jets pass overhead at the start of the game he quickly became unconcerned with the time. He and I were seated together to start the game. We had guy time! Talking about the hits, reviewing offensive and defensive formations, and he pointed out the skill of the cheerleaders, he liked the jumbo TV above the scoreboard. There were questions about hooking up X-box to something that large. I couldn’t tell if the cheerleaders or the television was getting more attention. At the end of the game a very amped up excited young man says this is the best day of my whole life. Now, it doesn’t get any better than that! (The Crimson Grinch’s Heart stretched yet again!)
Boodles during the game moved with the Queen down to sit with me and Minister. Lieber and Princess initially were 8 rows up behind us. Arkansas has a strange Public Address announcer…After the team covers ten yards. He says, “That play covered X yards, that is enough for an Arkansas Razorback…” And 68,000 people scream back, “First Down”. Boodles begins to laugh hysterically. There seems to be a message in the tone of the delivery of the crowd, it had to be subliminal in nature since it didn’t happen a lot. Boodles, being the person who is all about fair play and good sportsmanship, except when siblings are involved, asks as Auburn gets a first down why didn’t the announcer make the same comment for Auburn? Quickly, she knew the answer! So, a little fun was had. As Arkansas would get to the end of a series of downs the Auburn fans, about 4,000 of them would response with, “That play didn’t cover the X yards needed, so we have an Arkansas Razorback, and Boodles sings loudly, “fourth down.” The grin on her face, made the stadium light up for me. Back to the fair play, Boodles, (now carrying enough Auburn shakers to sink a ship), as we leave the stadium is telling Arkansas fans, “Nice game”! I wish I would have had a camera to capture the reaction of the vanquished. A number of people smiled. One man, who was sharing his explicative filled opinion with the world, had nothing to say. He smiled and nodded! (We are back at the Grinch’s heart again!)
Leiber and I loaded the crew in the vehicle and patiently waited to leave. All change into snoozing gear. There was discussion about the game, phone calls to friends and family, Observations about the departing crowd, the process of leaving, and the day, were made by all. Eventually, Lieber and I were the only occupants of the vehicle able to withstand the ride home. A great day was had by all. (We began discussing attending the Alabama vs. Auburn game on the weekend of Thanksgiving, in Auburn, Alabama in November. (The Grinch’s heart leapt with Crimson hope!) Liber drove the last 15 minutes of the trip home.
By arriving early we found Tiger Walk. This is the Auburn tradition of a pep rally as the players walk into the stadium. The Minister and Queen were in heaven. So were the rest of us. We were among Alabama people. This is the highest privilege. We talked to people who understand sweet tea, the location of Anniston, and they don’t wrinkle there nose when referred to as ma'am or sir. Princes Dabba and Boodles, (a die hard, Alabama fan), got caught up in the excitement of the events. We met some great people and experienced their generosity first hand.
Queen did find the Auburn band, it came to her! The pep band with about 45 people in it walks up to support the Tiger Walk. Queen and I walk over to meet the trombone players and see if she can make a connection on the Auburn fight song music. Bingo! These folks are wonderful. They are very excited that there is a person at the game interested in their skill and to know that Queen loves the school made it better. After a short conversation, e-mail addresses are exchanged, high fives, and music for a part are in the hands of the Queen, more to follow by e-mail. My thanks to the Auburn Band members for encouraging the continued development of the Queen’s music skill. (This even made this Grinch’s Crimson Heart grow just a little softer or more orange!)
The day was beautiful, warm, clear, and breezy. The game didn’t start until 6:45 p.m. The Minister of Plain pointed out this was very close to his bed time as we walked to the game. Princess Dabba was a trooper. She walked, she “War Eagled”, (for non-Auburn people, this is the beginning of every interaction even the casual, if the shirt looks orange and/or blue, so sling it out there, if the appropriate return response is given, that is “War Eagle” you have found an instant friend.), she played, she sang, and she shook the heck out of some pom poms. Being four finally caught up with the little princess while sitting in my lap with 11:28 to go in the fourth quarter. (Pictures to follow) The sound o meter at the stadium was rocking and she was snooooozing. Didn’t move a muscle. Then just as Auburn wins the game. She arises from her nap for the post game festivities, waving at Aubie, seeing the band, and the walking back to the car.
Remember Minister's comment about the late hour of the game? As two F-18 fighter jets pass overhead at the start of the game he quickly became unconcerned with the time. He and I were seated together to start the game. We had guy time! Talking about the hits, reviewing offensive and defensive formations, and he pointed out the skill of the cheerleaders, he liked the jumbo TV above the scoreboard. There were questions about hooking up X-box to something that large. I couldn’t tell if the cheerleaders or the television was getting more attention. At the end of the game a very amped up excited young man says this is the best day of my whole life. Now, it doesn’t get any better than that! (The Crimson Grinch’s Heart stretched yet again!)
Boodles during the game moved with the Queen down to sit with me and Minister. Lieber and Princess initially were 8 rows up behind us. Arkansas has a strange Public Address announcer…After the team covers ten yards. He says, “That play covered X yards, that is enough for an Arkansas Razorback…” And 68,000 people scream back, “First Down”. Boodles begins to laugh hysterically. There seems to be a message in the tone of the delivery of the crowd, it had to be subliminal in nature since it didn’t happen a lot. Boodles, being the person who is all about fair play and good sportsmanship, except when siblings are involved, asks as Auburn gets a first down why didn’t the announcer make the same comment for Auburn? Quickly, she knew the answer! So, a little fun was had. As Arkansas would get to the end of a series of downs the Auburn fans, about 4,000 of them would response with, “That play didn’t cover the X yards needed, so we have an Arkansas Razorback, and Boodles sings loudly, “fourth down.” The grin on her face, made the stadium light up for me. Back to the fair play, Boodles, (now carrying enough Auburn shakers to sink a ship), as we leave the stadium is telling Arkansas fans, “Nice game”! I wish I would have had a camera to capture the reaction of the vanquished. A number of people smiled. One man, who was sharing his explicative filled opinion with the world, had nothing to say. He smiled and nodded! (We are back at the Grinch’s heart again!)
Leiber and I loaded the crew in the vehicle and patiently waited to leave. All change into snoozing gear. There was discussion about the game, phone calls to friends and family, Observations about the departing crowd, the process of leaving, and the day, were made by all. Eventually, Lieber and I were the only occupants of the vehicle able to withstand the ride home. A great day was had by all. (We began discussing attending the Alabama vs. Auburn game on the weekend of Thanksgiving, in Auburn, Alabama in November. (The Grinch’s heart leapt with Crimson hope!) Liber drove the last 15 minutes of the trip home.
Saturday Update – October 13, 2007
Roasted Pig – I hope. We received some good news on Friday. Lieber was able to secure tickets to the Arkansas vs. Auburn Football game in Fayetteville, Arkansas. We will be able to meet up with an old friend that has moved to Texas. Paul is coming back to the area to attend the game. Huge, Auburn Fan. Doesn’t beat out the Roberts or The Queen of Chocolate but he is getting up there on the fan-atic scale. We are going to tailgate and attend the game. Queen of Chocolate is looking to see the Auburn Band members so she can get the sheet music for trombone to be able to play the Auburn fight song. She already sings the fight song. Now she wants to be able to play it.
Purple Dragons – One beat down and one win this week. Last Tuesday night the young warriors had pictures before the game. Since pictures were 90 minutes before the game there was lots of time to practice before the game. Ooops! The warriors were a little tired once it was game time. The other team went by us like we were standing still. In a couple of places we were actually standing still. The other team had a very talented player. He seemed to do everything. Once I pointed this out to the other coaches on that team and reminded them of the everyone plays every position rule the scoring stopped. But not until after the damage had been done. I was not a happy camper. (I don’t like to loose at anything.) Breathing deeply only works until your about to hyperventilate. I tried the are we having fun with the warriors in the huddle, young Kyler looked at me and said, “Coach, are you kidding?” We smiled at each other and finished the game.
Thursday night was a very different game. Our gang was playing great. Logan ran the ball well. He was an inspired runner. Coach B was very excited. The offense ran some long plays and we threw the ball. Our guys did a great job. Mr. Lincoln was running so fast he as knocked out of his shoe and had his hand stepped on when he rolled across the ground. We attend to the bumped up Warrior. Pulling out his mouth piece so he could talk we listened to his report of what happened. We asked him to sit out a couple of plays after we put his shoe back on him. As young Lincoln runs back in to play he asks for his mouthpiece. “Coach Wilson, you have it!” I begin patting down my pockets. He dashes back to the sidelines wondering where is my mouthpiece? Coach B finds it in his jacket pocket. Lincoln runs out pushes in the mouth piece takes his spot just as the other team snaps the ball. We were all laughing so hard about finding the mouthpiece we almost missed the next play. Minister of Plain was the Quarterback on a touchdown. He also was thrown a pass near the end of the game in the corner of the end zone. The game went well. Three more games to go.
Marching, marching, marching
The Queen of Chocolate and the Minister of Plain marched in the Homecoming parade for our resident home town. Queen as a member of the band and Minister in his football jersey moved down Main Street on Friday afternoon. Queen marches today in the local University Homecoming parade. We are then headed out to the pig roast.
P.S. Should have sent this out earlier on Saturday. At 1:30 a.m. Sunday morning the urgency of the update just wasn’t there. My apologies to the loyal readers for not actually updating on Saturday.
Purple Dragons – One beat down and one win this week. Last Tuesday night the young warriors had pictures before the game. Since pictures were 90 minutes before the game there was lots of time to practice before the game. Ooops! The warriors were a little tired once it was game time. The other team went by us like we were standing still. In a couple of places we were actually standing still. The other team had a very talented player. He seemed to do everything. Once I pointed this out to the other coaches on that team and reminded them of the everyone plays every position rule the scoring stopped. But not until after the damage had been done. I was not a happy camper. (I don’t like to loose at anything.) Breathing deeply only works until your about to hyperventilate. I tried the are we having fun with the warriors in the huddle, young Kyler looked at me and said, “Coach, are you kidding?” We smiled at each other and finished the game.
Thursday night was a very different game. Our gang was playing great. Logan ran the ball well. He was an inspired runner. Coach B was very excited. The offense ran some long plays and we threw the ball. Our guys did a great job. Mr. Lincoln was running so fast he as knocked out of his shoe and had his hand stepped on when he rolled across the ground. We attend to the bumped up Warrior. Pulling out his mouth piece so he could talk we listened to his report of what happened. We asked him to sit out a couple of plays after we put his shoe back on him. As young Lincoln runs back in to play he asks for his mouthpiece. “Coach Wilson, you have it!” I begin patting down my pockets. He dashes back to the sidelines wondering where is my mouthpiece? Coach B finds it in his jacket pocket. Lincoln runs out pushes in the mouth piece takes his spot just as the other team snaps the ball. We were all laughing so hard about finding the mouthpiece we almost missed the next play. Minister of Plain was the Quarterback on a touchdown. He also was thrown a pass near the end of the game in the corner of the end zone. The game went well. Three more games to go.
Marching, marching, marchingThe Queen of Chocolate and the Minister of Plain marched in the Homecoming parade for our resident home town. Queen as a member of the band and Minister in his football jersey moved down Main Street on Friday afternoon. Queen marches today in the local University Homecoming parade. We are then headed out to the pig roast.
P.S. Should have sent this out earlier on Saturday. At 1:30 a.m. Sunday morning the urgency of the update just wasn’t there. My apologies to the loyal readers for not actually updating on Saturday.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Invite Yourself to Dinner Night.
That is what I said. This game we invented with good friends while living in Anniston, Alabama. There are rules. There must be a call a number of hours in advance. Due to the limited notice you will have whatever is being served that evening. Portions maybe smaller or cause a level of meal creativity not previously seen. House cleaning is not to be done other than picking up drawers or basic straightening. The invitee can bring whatever is needed or can assist in the effort.
Challenges come with school night sessions and during sports seasons. This is a wonderful opportunity to have friendship, laughs, and downtime with your friends.
The dads cooked on these nights, also, no free pass. Let me see some of my specials on those nights were Chicken ala Colonel, Pepperonis on a Round Dough from Dom Inos. There were also health meals. No one ever went hungry or thirsty, especially thirsty.
Explain the rules. Then reach out and call your friends. This way it gives you that chance to hear from them.
Challenges come with school night sessions and during sports seasons. This is a wonderful opportunity to have friendship, laughs, and downtime with your friends.
The dads cooked on these nights, also, no free pass. Let me see some of my specials on those nights were Chicken ala Colonel, Pepperonis on a Round Dough from Dom Inos. There were also health meals. No one ever went hungry or thirsty, especially thirsty.
Explain the rules. Then reach out and call your friends. This way it gives you that chance to hear from them.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Spider Paratroopers
Last night on the way home I had the opportunity to see in person the live version of the ending to Charlotte’s Web. The new young spiders were floating through the air beneath their silk parachutes. It was really an interesting sight and I wished I had a real camera with me not my TREO or cell phone that can get this picture.
I was so excited about observing nature that I had to take a more active part. I decided to stop and watch the event. Trying to multitask I decide to pump gas into my car. I whip in, jump out. Looking into the setting sun I am watching the flying spider paratroopers.
Then in a moment, what have I done? I begin to realize, yes. These are flying spiders. I determine the direction of the wind and make sure I keep the car between me and the arachnids that are flying through the air. A millisecond later something touches my ear. No kidding. The hair on my arms begins to stick up. I push my neck lower in my collar. My mind is racing. What kid of spiders fly? Charlottes’ Web was a book and a cartoon movie.
All of a sudden my car has plenty of fuel. I fumble for the gas cap. Put the nozzle back in the pump. Moving rapidly toward my open driver’s side door, where are my keys? Who participates in nature anyway? Didn’t bad stuff happen to the guys on Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom? I know things turned out poorly for the Crock Guy. Then something touches my ear, again. There are mini paratroopers executing Operation Overlord, the World War Two invasion of Normandy in my car. As the silk touches my ear yet again I begin to wonder about the location of the trooper who had been hanging from that chute. My arms are racing around my head. Calmly I pull away from the pump and decide maybe let’s leave the nature watching to the professionals.
I was so excited about observing nature that I had to take a more active part. I decided to stop and watch the event. Trying to multitask I decide to pump gas into my car. I whip in, jump out. Looking into the setting sun I am watching the flying spider paratroopers.
Then in a moment, what have I done? I begin to realize, yes. These are flying spiders. I determine the direction of the wind and make sure I keep the car between me and the arachnids that are flying through the air. A millisecond later something touches my ear. No kidding. The hair on my arms begins to stick up. I push my neck lower in my collar. My mind is racing. What kid of spiders fly? Charlottes’ Web was a book and a cartoon movie.
All of a sudden my car has plenty of fuel. I fumble for the gas cap. Put the nozzle back in the pump. Moving rapidly toward my open driver’s side door, where are my keys? Who participates in nature anyway? Didn’t bad stuff happen to the guys on Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom? I know things turned out poorly for the Crock Guy. Then something touches my ear, again. There are mini paratroopers executing Operation Overlord, the World War Two invasion of Normandy in my car. As the silk touches my ear yet again I begin to wonder about the location of the trooper who had been hanging from that chute. My arms are racing around my head. Calmly I pull away from the pump and decide maybe let’s leave the nature watching to the professionals.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Where Was I when You and Mommy Got Married?
How about this question from Princess Dabba? Our youngest who just turned four was listening to a conversation about an upcoming anniversary. On November 9th, Lieber and I will be celebrating our sixteenth wedding anniversary. As we discussed the event, all of a sudden from the mouth of babes,” Where was I when you and Mommy got married the other day?
In the world of the Princess, at this point of her development, everything is yesterday and tomorrow. She remembers events and people from long ago with the clarity that at times scares me she is so accurate.
So there is a pause as I try to develop an answer. I get bailed out of the answer by our twelve year old Queen of Chocolate who says, silly, you were in Mommy’s tummy with the rest of us.
I about bit a hole in my lip trying to get out of the room. The resulting conversation saved me from a modified version of the birds and bees. Where is Dr. Seuss when I need him?
In the world of the Princess, at this point of her development, everything is yesterday and tomorrow. She remembers events and people from long ago with the clarity that at times scares me she is so accurate.
So there is a pause as I try to develop an answer. I get bailed out of the answer by our twelve year old Queen of Chocolate who says, silly, you were in Mommy’s tummy with the rest of us.
I about bit a hole in my lip trying to get out of the room. The resulting conversation saved me from a modified version of the birds and bees. Where is Dr. Seuss when I need him?
Weekly Update - Saturday, October 06, 2007
Purple Dragons –
The Dragons were idle this week, only one practice. Our Thursday game was moved due to a Cross Country meet. Now, with all due respect to the World and National class runners in my family, it was tough enough when the Soccer people, of whom I am one, tried to declare that since more people around the world play football, soccer, that soccer is the real football. Okay, that may be the case in the rest of the world but not here in the Midwest. But, to be bumped by Cross Country, the world is beginning to spin off its axis. Fine, pause the game while the herd runs through then resume the game. Cancelling? Oh! Well.
Our finely tuned machine of flag pullers were in rare form last Monday evening. Coach B was working in a few new plays. The LSU fake field goal was cool as was the Tennessee Titan’s Statue of Liberty. We don’t get to kick so that play was pulled. The additions to the play book came after seeing the spread offense of a number of Saturday teams. We are still working on which is left and which is right. We did have a revelation that a couple of our players on offense when they learn in the huddle they are to get the ball raise their hands. We have always wondered how we seem to be playing these Mensa monsters of the midway that swoop in to get the flags within milliseconds. A parent on the sideline pointed out that tidbit. In the words of the comedian, Bill Englwald, there’s your sign.
Purple Dragons will be back in business on Tuesday, October 9. The cable deal is still pending. Thanks for asking!
Blog Etiquette and Acronyms
I have started to get into the world of Blogging. I have met some great people and had the opportunity to read some very creative and interesting perspectives of the world. Within a couple of days of Busy Dad Mumbles, going into operation I began to learn you are not just to read the materials on a blog but you are also to provide comment. Not commenting is called lurking. The name implies awful sounding things but it is just a way to get blog readers to provide some acknowledgement to blog writers. (Read my Creates a Hallmark Holiday on Lurking.)
There are acronyms that describe the writers, SAHM, are a Stay At Home Mom. SAHD is a Stay at Home Dad. (I have mentioned this to Lieber a couple of times this week as my next career move.) Lieber and I have qualified in the acronym world as SIMK’s. (Single Income Multiple Kids) There are also DINK’s (Dual Incomes No Kids). Lieber and I have figured we are NEIMCEAMW, (Not Enough Income Multiple College Educations and Multiple Weddings.) There are more acronyms than the Military.
There is one Blog called Wordless Wednesday. Being in a house full of young providers of words. I thought initially this site was a parents dream. Please note that I had to edit out any spouse type references here. But, the concept was right on. Once I learned it is a picture on your site and really is testing the old adage of a picture is worth a thousands words. I participated for the first time using a picture of my late dog and cat. Got lots of comments. The fuel of blogs. You should try it sometime.
Blogging has been lots of fun. I have met some great people all over the country that read and comment on the stories posted. I look forward to meeting more and providing worthwhile content. TEFN = (That is enough for Now)
School Fund Raisers
Climbing up on my soapbox. Hear Ye, Hear Ye! Taxation without representation! That is what I am calling the continued school fund raisers. I have three kids in public school. So annually they come home with packets of items to sell to friends, neighbors, co-workers, relatives, or anyone else that is within earshot. Now mind you we already provide paper towels, toilet paper, cleaning supplies, markers, snacks for that class, etc.
Now, don’t get me wrong. As a kid I pitched in for bake sales for someone’s band trip, sold Christmas trees and popcorn, car washes for school outings, donations for new uniforms, etc. The effort was for a specific one time event. Off limits in this discussion are Girl Scout cookies. This group is providing a community service, the annual allotment of thin mints! (Fill in your favorite cookie)
Back to the Soap Box. My fourth grader tells me about a 45 minute assembly at school to see the cool products and the big prizes for selling the most items. We can’t have outside games at school like dodge ball or exercise. But, a 45 minute sales meeting? The kids and the teachers will then get weekly updates on their sales progress. Oh! In the written materials it say, “We do not encourage door to door sales, sell to neighbors, friends, and relatives.” First, I behave poorly enough that this group of people barely speaks to me for any extended length of time. Now, to hit this group with 3 sellers of trinkets and trash from one household. Enough already!
But the way, the neighborhood kids don’t listen in the meetings or read the materials after seeing the prizes. We have had five pairs of kids at our door requesting we buy. When I or Lieber explain very nicely that we have 3 competitive sales associate in our homestead we get the look of oh! Sure! You’re just saying that.
What is the money going to? Who is making the money and who controls the distribution? Have these people heard of Child Labor Laws? Parents with youngsters unite! Those of you with pre-schoolers watch out. Juice box and stroller tickets are coming!
Who are these companies that, out of the goodness of their heart, are providing products for sale to assist our community? I’m in business. That doesn’t sound like a good return on investment. There is obviously a sales rep, there are marketing materials being printed, prizes being purchased, and there is a distribution process which can cost the sellers should the buyer not make good on the purchase or mover outside of the delivery area.
Another question. Are the tax dollars of these sales being returned to the community? People in this area got all exercised when a retailer was coming into town to take money for the pocket of locals. “The items in the pamphlets don’t say, Made in the Midwest. So I am guessing there is some large percentage of the sales revenue leaving the area.
When I have asked each of the sellers what the items are being sold for they say school, then prizes. There is not a consistently understood end result that this dubious work is being applied too. I did hear one answer that it was for overhead projectors? OH! You mean we are going to replace that fine Monk in the basement with the stone tablet and chisel? Are those overhead projectors still being used outside of designing the homecoming float or drawing the pre-game run through for a sports team?
We just had the honor of our taxes being raised first by a vote, then by a goofed up assessment system. (Another story, another time) The property taxes were raised to provide for education and the schools. You mean we are about to build a school that needs the kids to go door to door for the leading edge technology of an overhead projector? OH! Yea. We are going to be rocketing up the rankings of the international world in education once we have the dollars for equipment. Maybe we can convince everyone in the school system to play Monopoly at McDonalds. I’m sure we have just as good a chance of getting the winning ticket as the kids do in seeing the result of their sales.
Let’s begin asking the next candidate or political party that calls looking for money if they would like to buy some school fund raiser materials? Maybe there can be a debate on this topic? Down off the box.
Great football weekend both in live and Fantasy.
Also, I got to watch hockey on television the other night. There will be more on this topic as the Pittsburgh Penguins’ journey toward winning Lord Stanley’s Cup.
The Dragons were idle this week, only one practice. Our Thursday game was moved due to a Cross Country meet. Now, with all due respect to the World and National class runners in my family, it was tough enough when the Soccer people, of whom I am one, tried to declare that since more people around the world play football, soccer, that soccer is the real football. Okay, that may be the case in the rest of the world but not here in the Midwest. But, to be bumped by Cross Country, the world is beginning to spin off its axis. Fine, pause the game while the herd runs through then resume the game. Cancelling? Oh! Well.
Our finely tuned machine of flag pullers were in rare form last Monday evening. Coach B was working in a few new plays. The LSU fake field goal was cool as was the Tennessee Titan’s Statue of Liberty. We don’t get to kick so that play was pulled. The additions to the play book came after seeing the spread offense of a number of Saturday teams. We are still working on which is left and which is right. We did have a revelation that a couple of our players on offense when they learn in the huddle they are to get the ball raise their hands. We have always wondered how we seem to be playing these Mensa monsters of the midway that swoop in to get the flags within milliseconds. A parent on the sideline pointed out that tidbit. In the words of the comedian, Bill Englwald, there’s your sign.
Purple Dragons will be back in business on Tuesday, October 9. The cable deal is still pending. Thanks for asking!
Blog Etiquette and Acronyms
I have started to get into the world of Blogging. I have met some great people and had the opportunity to read some very creative and interesting perspectives of the world. Within a couple of days of Busy Dad Mumbles, going into operation I began to learn you are not just to read the materials on a blog but you are also to provide comment. Not commenting is called lurking. The name implies awful sounding things but it is just a way to get blog readers to provide some acknowledgement to blog writers. (Read my Creates a Hallmark Holiday on Lurking.)
There are acronyms that describe the writers, SAHM, are a Stay At Home Mom. SAHD is a Stay at Home Dad. (I have mentioned this to Lieber a couple of times this week as my next career move.) Lieber and I have qualified in the acronym world as SIMK’s. (Single Income Multiple Kids) There are also DINK’s (Dual Incomes No Kids). Lieber and I have figured we are NEIMCEAMW, (Not Enough Income Multiple College Educations and Multiple Weddings.) There are more acronyms than the Military.
There is one Blog called Wordless Wednesday. Being in a house full of young providers of words. I thought initially this site was a parents dream. Please note that I had to edit out any spouse type references here. But, the concept was right on. Once I learned it is a picture on your site and really is testing the old adage of a picture is worth a thousands words. I participated for the first time using a picture of my late dog and cat. Got lots of comments. The fuel of blogs. You should try it sometime.
Blogging has been lots of fun. I have met some great people all over the country that read and comment on the stories posted. I look forward to meeting more and providing worthwhile content. TEFN = (That is enough for Now)
School Fund Raisers
Climbing up on my soapbox. Hear Ye, Hear Ye! Taxation without representation! That is what I am calling the continued school fund raisers. I have three kids in public school. So annually they come home with packets of items to sell to friends, neighbors, co-workers, relatives, or anyone else that is within earshot. Now mind you we already provide paper towels, toilet paper, cleaning supplies, markers, snacks for that class, etc.
Now, don’t get me wrong. As a kid I pitched in for bake sales for someone’s band trip, sold Christmas trees and popcorn, car washes for school outings, donations for new uniforms, etc. The effort was for a specific one time event. Off limits in this discussion are Girl Scout cookies. This group is providing a community service, the annual allotment of thin mints! (Fill in your favorite cookie)
Back to the Soap Box. My fourth grader tells me about a 45 minute assembly at school to see the cool products and the big prizes for selling the most items. We can’t have outside games at school like dodge ball or exercise. But, a 45 minute sales meeting? The kids and the teachers will then get weekly updates on their sales progress. Oh! In the written materials it say, “We do not encourage door to door sales, sell to neighbors, friends, and relatives.” First, I behave poorly enough that this group of people barely speaks to me for any extended length of time. Now, to hit this group with 3 sellers of trinkets and trash from one household. Enough already!
But the way, the neighborhood kids don’t listen in the meetings or read the materials after seeing the prizes. We have had five pairs of kids at our door requesting we buy. When I or Lieber explain very nicely that we have 3 competitive sales associate in our homestead we get the look of oh! Sure! You’re just saying that.
What is the money going to? Who is making the money and who controls the distribution? Have these people heard of Child Labor Laws? Parents with youngsters unite! Those of you with pre-schoolers watch out. Juice box and stroller tickets are coming!
Who are these companies that, out of the goodness of their heart, are providing products for sale to assist our community? I’m in business. That doesn’t sound like a good return on investment. There is obviously a sales rep, there are marketing materials being printed, prizes being purchased, and there is a distribution process which can cost the sellers should the buyer not make good on the purchase or mover outside of the delivery area.
Another question. Are the tax dollars of these sales being returned to the community? People in this area got all exercised when a retailer was coming into town to take money for the pocket of locals. “The items in the pamphlets don’t say, Made in the Midwest. So I am guessing there is some large percentage of the sales revenue leaving the area.
When I have asked each of the sellers what the items are being sold for they say school, then prizes. There is not a consistently understood end result that this dubious work is being applied too. I did hear one answer that it was for overhead projectors? OH! You mean we are going to replace that fine Monk in the basement with the stone tablet and chisel? Are those overhead projectors still being used outside of designing the homecoming float or drawing the pre-game run through for a sports team?
We just had the honor of our taxes being raised first by a vote, then by a goofed up assessment system. (Another story, another time) The property taxes were raised to provide for education and the schools. You mean we are about to build a school that needs the kids to go door to door for the leading edge technology of an overhead projector? OH! Yea. We are going to be rocketing up the rankings of the international world in education once we have the dollars for equipment. Maybe we can convince everyone in the school system to play Monopoly at McDonalds. I’m sure we have just as good a chance of getting the winning ticket as the kids do in seeing the result of their sales.
Let’s begin asking the next candidate or political party that calls looking for money if they would like to buy some school fund raiser materials? Maybe there can be a debate on this topic? Down off the box.
Great football weekend both in live and Fantasy.
Also, I got to watch hockey on television the other night. There will be more on this topic as the Pittsburgh Penguins’ journey toward winning Lord Stanley’s Cup.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Causing a Halmark Holiday
My fellow bloggers. Please allow me to apologize. Being new to the process of blogging, a rookie, I was following links, learning from other sites, and visiting the heck out of blogs. Having a big time. My spouse, Mine Lieber, being smarter than I, and a real blogger, asked if I had left comments. What? My first dilemma was how am I supposed to answer this question. Second, who am I, a rookie blogger, to comment on/about the work, thoughts, and creativity of others? How was I to know not leaving comments is called Lurking?
Not being the sharpest tool in the shed I could tell by the name this was not a positive descriptor. Yet, I was in the dark. Then of all days, Lieber, informs me this is a blogging social dysfunction. Oh! Great. It usually takes me a number of interactions with people to hose up the relationship or make some kind of poorly timed comment.
Then I felt a little piling on from a couple of my fellow bloggers, postings begin to appear with National De-Lurking Day. Oh! Great. I've caused a new Hallmark holiday! Lieber explains that this takes place a couple of times per year. And although I believe the world revolves around me this is just a case of bad timing. Phew!
Lieber being a responsible blogger, enforced my time in the penalty box for Lurking. I lost my computer privileges for a short time to Princess Dabba, was forced to match socks and given two school fund raising requests to review. Enough already! Step one achieved. Step Two, Hi! I’m Busy Dad Mumbles and I have lurked. It has been one day since I last visited without commenting.
Learning and recovery all at the same time.
Not being the sharpest tool in the shed I could tell by the name this was not a positive descriptor. Yet, I was in the dark. Then of all days, Lieber, informs me this is a blogging social dysfunction. Oh! Great. It usually takes me a number of interactions with people to hose up the relationship or make some kind of poorly timed comment.
Then I felt a little piling on from a couple of my fellow bloggers, postings begin to appear with National De-Lurking Day. Oh! Great. I've caused a new Hallmark holiday! Lieber explains that this takes place a couple of times per year. And although I believe the world revolves around me this is just a case of bad timing. Phew!
Lieber being a responsible blogger, enforced my time in the penalty box for Lurking. I lost my computer privileges for a short time to Princess Dabba, was forced to match socks and given two school fund raising requests to review. Enough already! Step one achieved. Step Two, Hi! I’m Busy Dad Mumbles and I have lurked. It has been one day since I last visited without commenting.
Learning and recovery all at the same time.
Template Contest
Thought I would give this a try since I am new at this . I would like to get a new look for my blog.
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"Special Prayers"
The last few days have been unusual in a sad and positive way. On Friday evening a young man was killed within a few miles of our house in a motorcycle accident. We learned of a couple that had a 13 month old child pass away suddenly and two people we know had relatives pass away. Our youngest was working to understand the events that she heard being discussed in and around the house. From the mouth of babes, "Dad, all we need to do is talk to God and say some special prayers." And before she went to bed that is exactly what she did. I hope she put in a good word for me.
The positive part of the weekend is a number of friends have found out that they are expecting. They also have our thoughts and prayers. Our kids all think they are having children to provide playmates for them. Isn't great how simple life can be when you are four and seven.
The positive part of the weekend is a number of friends have found out that they are expecting. They also have our thoughts and prayers. Our kids all think they are having children to provide playmates for them. Isn't great how simple life can be when you are four and seven.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Saturday Update - September 29, 2007
Watch out Public – Here it comes. The official opening of Busy Dad Mumbles. This is my blog. An electronic place to collect my past mumbles and share thoughts on whatever I would like. Your thoughts and comments are appreciated.
My lovely bride came to me today and said, isn’t this a perfect Saturday? I’m thinking, there is lots of really good football, we are going to grill out tonight, and the kids were quiet, yep! So the answer that escapes from my mouth is “yea, pretty perfect.” However, I instantly knew the answer was not on target. The pause between my answer and next comment from the inquisitor was a dead give-away. Secretly, in my head, I am thinking what did I miss? Then I get to hear the answer I should have given. “Today, the mail delivered the weekly People Magazine and the 2008 IKEA catalogue.” Oh!, Yea that is exactly what I was going to say next! (I have to admit IKEA has some pretty cool stuff.)
The Purple Dragons Update. This week only one game to report on for the Purple Machine. Lots of cool things took place. We threw multiple passes this week. In our league the rules indicate you have to throw on certain parts of the field or when you are ahead of the opposing team by a two touchdown lead. We were none of those at the time the aerial attack took place. The other team was very surprised at the successive throws and completions. This increased the number of requests in the huddle to play quarterback or to be a receiver. By the way, this week we had a substitute offensive coordinator, me. Due to business Coach Bowen was traveling. Coach Vernon our regular sideline coach stepped in to help. The game was also unique because we played iron man football and coaching. Only seven of our young warriors were available for the game and two coaches, no substitutes. Our stated goal is that every member of the team will score an offensive touchdown and pull a flag on defense. Well, we have achieved the later. In a David versus Goliath moment the littlest member of our team found himself in the path of an on coming train, that is how it must have looked to him and his mom hollering on the sidelines. The ground between the two was being closed quickly. Our little guy wasn’t moving at first. Then a step, then another and just as there was about to be a collision a small hand shoots out and little man goes flying through the air. Not the he dove, this is illegal, the wind from the passing truck blew him off his feet. Then a whistle and the arm shoots up in the air and two looks of surprise. Our little guy, David, that he has a flag, and the train, Goliath, that he has been stopped by the little man. The whole place goes crazy, the parent of little man, the other 6 members of the Purple Dragons, two coaches, and the high school age referee. Little man acquired two other flags this game. Now to work for the touchdowns goal
There have been some strange cell phone calls this week from some guy named Charlie. He wants a copy of the Purple Dragon offensive playbook.
He said his name is Charlie Weiss. He has a New England accent, with a hint of Irish. It has to be a prank call.
Bama News. Congratulations to the Georgia Bulldog fans. Going into Tuscaloosa and laying some lumber to the Tide. Things do look much better than last year. Alabama seems to believe they can win. We are thrilled to have Coach Saban, for now. You know us Crimson fans have high expectations. We would love to put a beating on Grandpa Bowden this weekend.
The Ducks are playing the Cal Bears this afternoon. The Quack Attack has slayed the Cougars, Bulldogs, a color (The Cardinal), and the Wolverines of Michigan. Can they make a Bearskin rug? We are hoping the Quackers keep focused. It has been a tough week for the ranked teams. Ask the Mountaineers and OH! Who? (Oklahoma University). This time Oh! Who? Can’t blame the refs for ending the pursuit of the crystal trophy. Last year a Duck this year a Buffalo stampede. Udder destruction is taking place on television….Kansas State is handing it to the Milk Cows in Austin. There are so many OU and UT fans I must schedule meeting with this coming week. (I can’t contain myself)
Cultural Events begin! (Please read with a British Accent.) The National Hockey League season has started in England? I didn’t say New England but the Old, King George, Queen Elizabeth, Camilla Parker Bowles, England. At O2 Arena, in London, England to be exact. The first face off of the season took place in a real foreign country, not like Canada. To get to this game you had to cross an ocean. The first “puck off” was in jolly olde England. You know that culture has finally arrived in Europe when the National Hockey League comes to town. On! On!
Males Unite. There is one of our own that is being culled out from the herd for doing what he was asked to do. You know, the Male Compliance Brain, doing what was asked of you, not what was meant of you. This guy, trying to complete his assigned task didn’t know there were options, especially, the unspoken, no instructions manual, didn’t get the estrogen based magazine article, or secret the decoder ring message. And the symbol of this oppression! Our own Liberty Bell. Support (Peter)! This is a great story on the Blog of Rhonda. Father, trying to help…. Isn’t this how most of our stories of woe being?
Everyone have a great weekend. More mumbles to come.
My lovely bride came to me today and said, isn’t this a perfect Saturday? I’m thinking, there is lots of really good football, we are going to grill out tonight, and the kids were quiet, yep! So the answer that escapes from my mouth is “yea, pretty perfect.” However, I instantly knew the answer was not on target. The pause between my answer and next comment from the inquisitor was a dead give-away. Secretly, in my head, I am thinking what did I miss? Then I get to hear the answer I should have given. “Today, the mail delivered the weekly People Magazine and the 2008 IKEA catalogue.” Oh!, Yea that is exactly what I was going to say next! (I have to admit IKEA has some pretty cool stuff.)
The Purple Dragons Update. This week only one game to report on for the Purple Machine. Lots of cool things took place. We threw multiple passes this week. In our league the rules indicate you have to throw on certain parts of the field or when you are ahead of the opposing team by a two touchdown lead. We were none of those at the time the aerial attack took place. The other team was very surprised at the successive throws and completions. This increased the number of requests in the huddle to play quarterback or to be a receiver. By the way, this week we had a substitute offensive coordinator, me. Due to business Coach Bowen was traveling. Coach Vernon our regular sideline coach stepped in to help. The game was also unique because we played iron man football and coaching. Only seven of our young warriors were available for the game and two coaches, no substitutes. Our stated goal is that every member of the team will score an offensive touchdown and pull a flag on defense. Well, we have achieved the later. In a David versus Goliath moment the littlest member of our team found himself in the path of an on coming train, that is how it must have looked to him and his mom hollering on the sidelines. The ground between the two was being closed quickly. Our little guy wasn’t moving at first. Then a step, then another and just as there was about to be a collision a small hand shoots out and little man goes flying through the air. Not the he dove, this is illegal, the wind from the passing truck blew him off his feet. Then a whistle and the arm shoots up in the air and two looks of surprise. Our little guy, David, that he has a flag, and the train, Goliath, that he has been stopped by the little man. The whole place goes crazy, the parent of little man, the other 6 members of the Purple Dragons, two coaches, and the high school age referee. Little man acquired two other flags this game. Now to work for the touchdowns goal
There have been some strange cell phone calls this week from some guy named Charlie. He wants a copy of the Purple Dragon offensive playbook.
He said his name is Charlie Weiss. He has a New England accent, with a hint of Irish. It has to be a prank call.
Bama News. Congratulations to the Georgia Bulldog fans. Going into Tuscaloosa and laying some lumber to the Tide. Things do look much better than last year. Alabama seems to believe they can win. We are thrilled to have Coach Saban, for now. You know us Crimson fans have high expectations. We would love to put a beating on Grandpa Bowden this weekend.
The Ducks are playing the Cal Bears this afternoon. The Quack Attack has slayed the Cougars, Bulldogs, a color (The Cardinal), and the Wolverines of Michigan. Can they make a Bearskin rug? We are hoping the Quackers keep focused. It has been a tough week for the ranked teams. Ask the Mountaineers and OH! Who? (Oklahoma University). This time Oh! Who? Can’t blame the refs for ending the pursuit of the crystal trophy. Last year a Duck this year a Buffalo stampede. Udder destruction is taking place on television….Kansas State is handing it to the Milk Cows in Austin. There are so many OU and UT fans I must schedule meeting with this coming week. (I can’t contain myself)
Cultural Events begin! (Please read with a British Accent.) The National Hockey League season has started in England? I didn’t say New England but the Old, King George, Queen Elizabeth, Camilla Parker Bowles, England. At O2 Arena, in London, England to be exact. The first face off of the season took place in a real foreign country, not like Canada. To get to this game you had to cross an ocean. The first “puck off” was in jolly olde England. You know that culture has finally arrived in Europe when the National Hockey League comes to town. On! On!
Males Unite. There is one of our own that is being culled out from the herd for doing what he was asked to do. You know, the Male Compliance Brain, doing what was asked of you, not what was meant of you. This guy, trying to complete his assigned task didn’t know there were options, especially, the unspoken, no instructions manual, didn’t get the estrogen based magazine article, or secret the decoder ring message. And the symbol of this oppression! Our own Liberty Bell. Support (Peter)! This is a great story on the Blog of Rhonda. Father, trying to help…. Isn’t this how most of our stories of woe being?
Everyone have a great weekend. More mumbles to come.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Saving the Planets Resources One Wiz at a Time
Sustainability - My employer is discussing saving the resources of the planet. Here is one way to save water. This is wonderful simple and makes good sense. Congratulations to the Sloan Company for developing a product that helps us to use less water. Waterless Urinal
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Week of Champions
Heeeellllloooooo. Hope all are doing well this week.
First, nods to champions of all kinds. “Fire and Brimstone” has made another appearance after 27 years between contests. With a win last Sunday in a Church Chili Contest in Maryland international acclaim status can be bestowed on “Fire and Brimstone”, my Mom’s chili. First win was in Germany when “Fire and Brimstone” was entered by children on behalf of the busy, multi-tasking, multi-eventing, entrant. Go Mom! Could this chili be coming to store shelves near you?
Reporting from Walton’s Mountain has been a quiet week. I must thank Mr. Saban and the team from Tuscaloosa for downing the Fayetteville Razorbacks. The swine have been remarkably subdued this week after the fourth quarter comeback last Saturday. I have noticed a number of comments about 2008. Only 358 plus days to go! There must be some correlation between before game contact and after game comments! My shout out to a Bama Fan on Walton’s Mountain. Last Monday morning as I walked to work, there, at the front row, in a parking lot equal to the size of the Pentagon, flew a Bama pennant from a car window. The accomplishment is one, getting there that early, to be in the front row. Also, being right next to the crosswalk made the flagless parking lot seem so, well…..flagless.
Thanks to the readers of the weekly note. This has been a great way to get back in touch with family and friends. The stories you share are the slices of life that provide great joy and material. The responses to the stories are beautiful.
This is like the MasterCard commercial.
A few minutes at the computer: $ 10.00
Access to the internet: $20.00
Hearing Kim Gibson describing her husband Rodney’s reaction to the first Auburn turnover - Priceless
Catch’ in up has been fun. On a recent call Marc Woodward, in Atlanta, was feeding his son Nicholas. Marc, for those of you who don’t know him is one of the beautiful people in the world as is his lovely bride Jeanne. As we chatted on the phone he is feeding sweet potatoes to his son. All is well until the youngster begins to place the food items on the floor and in his hair. It’s hard to talk about stuff with sweet potatoes. I hope all is well.
Norte Dame – Latin for Mommy! Isn’t it interesting once the team has hit bottom now they remember the Catholic roots of the school. Also, I bet signing the 10-year television contract with CBS really is coming home to roost. In the old TV days the networks put teams on television that were doing well and left the not so well to mend. Not now! Norte Dame is on every Saturday even when they create a vacuum. Pretty bad when Norte Dame has to do reruns of the movie Rudy to see an offensive touchdown.
I do have to weight in on the Michigan vs. Notre Dame Game. It was an early bowl season. The Loser Bowl. Michigan fans were cheering as they beat Norte Dame. Interesting watching two OH! And two (0-2) teams play...someone had to win.
The Purple Dragons have achieved 1-1 and 1. There were two games this week. In this league we are not suppose to keep wins and losses, but the kids know. The tie game on Monday night was a big save by Mr. Hayden Wilson. As the other team ran a reverse, much to the surprise of the refs and the opposing coaches the whole team was faked out. Hayden put on the speed and caught this kid’s flag. The young man was 10 yards ahead of him and then Hayden was on him. This preserved our tied status and allowed both teams to walk off the field with two touchdowns. It also kept our unbeaten streak alive.
Thursday night was a different story. We ran into a buzz saw, the Flag football version of the Patriots. This team had some really big kids. We also picked up on a few (Belechik) tips that allowed them to seem so focused on finding the open receivers and a defense that seemed to know exactly what we were running. Not that our five page play book is all that difficult to figure out. We have always allowed our kids to pick who they are throwing to. We also just line up the defense and let them play. This team, within the rules, since that book was only two typed pages, tells the kids who to go after on defense or where to throw on offense. We showed them. They scored more running touchdowns with their two adult kids but we completed two passes in the game and came up with 8 knockdowns, a face smash, and two interceptions. The face smash was when our guys either try to catch the ball or knock it to the ground, however, on this type of play the ball crashes into the face of one of our players and causes sorrow and tears. (This causes two plays of checking on the player in the huddle.) We have one game this week and one practice. Keep us in your thoughts.
Have a wonderful week.
First, nods to champions of all kinds. “Fire and Brimstone” has made another appearance after 27 years between contests. With a win last Sunday in a Church Chili Contest in Maryland international acclaim status can be bestowed on “Fire and Brimstone”, my Mom’s chili. First win was in Germany when “Fire and Brimstone” was entered by children on behalf of the busy, multi-tasking, multi-eventing, entrant. Go Mom! Could this chili be coming to store shelves near you?
Reporting from Walton’s Mountain has been a quiet week. I must thank Mr. Saban and the team from Tuscaloosa for downing the Fayetteville Razorbacks. The swine have been remarkably subdued this week after the fourth quarter comeback last Saturday. I have noticed a number of comments about 2008. Only 358 plus days to go! There must be some correlation between before game contact and after game comments! My shout out to a Bama Fan on Walton’s Mountain. Last Monday morning as I walked to work, there, at the front row, in a parking lot equal to the size of the Pentagon, flew a Bama pennant from a car window. The accomplishment is one, getting there that early, to be in the front row. Also, being right next to the crosswalk made the flagless parking lot seem so, well…..flagless.
Thanks to the readers of the weekly note. This has been a great way to get back in touch with family and friends. The stories you share are the slices of life that provide great joy and material. The responses to the stories are beautiful.
This is like the MasterCard commercial.
A few minutes at the computer: $ 10.00
Access to the internet: $20.00
Hearing Kim Gibson describing her husband Rodney’s reaction to the first Auburn turnover - Priceless
Catch’ in up has been fun. On a recent call Marc Woodward, in Atlanta, was feeding his son Nicholas. Marc, for those of you who don’t know him is one of the beautiful people in the world as is his lovely bride Jeanne. As we chatted on the phone he is feeding sweet potatoes to his son. All is well until the youngster begins to place the food items on the floor and in his hair. It’s hard to talk about stuff with sweet potatoes. I hope all is well.
Norte Dame – Latin for Mommy! Isn’t it interesting once the team has hit bottom now they remember the Catholic roots of the school. Also, I bet signing the 10-year television contract with CBS really is coming home to roost. In the old TV days the networks put teams on television that were doing well and left the not so well to mend. Not now! Norte Dame is on every Saturday even when they create a vacuum. Pretty bad when Norte Dame has to do reruns of the movie Rudy to see an offensive touchdown.
I do have to weight in on the Michigan vs. Notre Dame Game. It was an early bowl season. The Loser Bowl. Michigan fans were cheering as they beat Norte Dame. Interesting watching two OH! And two (0-2) teams play...someone had to win.
The Purple Dragons have achieved 1-1 and 1. There were two games this week. In this league we are not suppose to keep wins and losses, but the kids know. The tie game on Monday night was a big save by Mr. Hayden Wilson. As the other team ran a reverse, much to the surprise of the refs and the opposing coaches the whole team was faked out. Hayden put on the speed and caught this kid’s flag. The young man was 10 yards ahead of him and then Hayden was on him. This preserved our tied status and allowed both teams to walk off the field with two touchdowns. It also kept our unbeaten streak alive.
Thursday night was a different story. We ran into a buzz saw, the Flag football version of the Patriots. This team had some really big kids. We also picked up on a few (Belechik) tips that allowed them to seem so focused on finding the open receivers and a defense that seemed to know exactly what we were running. Not that our five page play book is all that difficult to figure out. We have always allowed our kids to pick who they are throwing to. We also just line up the defense and let them play. This team, within the rules, since that book was only two typed pages, tells the kids who to go after on defense or where to throw on offense. We showed them. They scored more running touchdowns with their two adult kids but we completed two passes in the game and came up with 8 knockdowns, a face smash, and two interceptions. The face smash was when our guys either try to catch the ball or knock it to the ground, however, on this type of play the ball crashes into the face of one of our players and causes sorrow and tears. (This causes two plays of checking on the player in the huddle.) We have one game this week and one practice. Keep us in your thoughts.
Have a wonderful week.
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