Monday, September 1, 2014

Boyd and Sylvia, Labor Day 2014

It's Monday night. Three-day weekends truly have become one of my favorite things. And that's coming from a guy who works from home. I can imagine how you feel!


Sylvia and Boydee, taken today at Rod and Lupe's place. Sylvia is 6 months old. Boyd, 2 years, 11 months. Sylvia is Rosalina and Brent's little girl.


Tomorrow is Adro's birthday. Wish her well, if you see her. Tell her Seth sent ya'.


My unbridled energy continues. I swam for a few hours with Boyd. Hung out at Jessica's. That doesn't sound like much, but trust me — it was a BUSY DAY.

Yet I went back to work tonight and edited/proofed 5 pages of the magazine.


Here is your shocking stat of the day: In August of 2014, Especially Evey (But Also Boydee) had 1,000 hits. That's shocking to me. I really thought it was down to just Adrianne, Damon and I at this point. But apparently there are still some of you out there. Thanks for reading! Sorry for the occasional swearing and drunk blogging.

I wonder how much of it is random web surfing from people who have no idea who we are and stumble here, somehow. I really do wish I knew who everyone is who knows of this site. Why? It would stroke my ego.

I've been a professional writer/editor for 17 years now, but it still tickles me that someone besides my mom would read my stuff.


On that note, check out the new issue of Kansas magazine, where I have a fun little article.


And please do click over to Golfdom, on a regular basis. And Athletic Turf.


Then there's this. I had fun!


The big news of the weekend, I think, is the massive leap Boyd took in swimming. Judy took him to swimming lessons this year, and it shows. But on Saturday, Boyd was pretty much a bobber in the water, and you had to try to convince him to paddle. Today (Monday)? It was like he had two rudders underwater... he puttered all over the pool!

He also enjoys diving in feet-first off the diving board. That impresses Rod. It does show some guts, I guess. But at the same time, it's one small step.


I should mention that this weekend was notable because Adrianne found inspiration to buy me some new clothes. Suddenly, I'm not such a slob. New shoes, new shorts, new shirts... thank you Adro! Sorry I hate shopping for clothes for myself. But, as I've told you before... you keep me farting in cotton. Like right now.

(Also, apologies for fart jokes. That might have been the first one, though.)

Happy birthday, Adrianne! I love you.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

I'm blogging on Saturday night, tired. UPDATE: I'm pro-duct-ive

This is the Labor Day weekend of pro-duct-ivity so far... don't know why, exactly, but digging it.

Friday Adro got off work a little early. Despite my office closing at 3 p.m. EST, the Eudora office stayed open until 4:30 p.m. CST. Adrianne and Boyd arrived, Evey and I were unprepared. We quickly got ready and hit the door.

Dinner? Yeah, dinner. Somewhere fancy, right?

Well, I stayed at the Ritz-Carlton Dove Mountain all week. Walked out of there with a $1K+ folio. Felt like taking it a little easy. How about Wendy's? Yeah. At the Legends. Good food, friendly older couple sat beside us and chit-chatted with us (reminded me a little of my Dad... told me to take the kids to Omaha for their air museum, zoo, etc.), and all for the low, low price of $13.

Next stop, Nebraska Furniture Mart. Wife did all the research. Found the new KING SIZE bed we wanted. Bought it. Thank you, we're gone.

Did not get the poker table I want, but it's in the works.

As we're heading towards the door, we're questioning... are these windows tinted, or is something Biblical heading this way?

Then, a lightning strike. Uh-oh.

Hauled ass to the Tucson. Intermittent rain the whole way home. Loved the way the new tires handled on the Tucson. Drive was a breeze, really. Evey, a little freaked out.

I get home, still more energy in the tank. Not sure why. I start cleaning the kitchen. Suddenly, I hear Evey screaming, "Get it off, get it off!"

I run into the living room. My little angel has one of those commons house spiders -- I don't think they bite -- on her leg. Harmless, but big and hairy, to a 7-year old. (In reality, the spider was smaller than my pinky fingernail.) I grab it, squish it a little, lose it, it falls between her legs again. I rebound it, and then smash the mutha &*#$@&'in shit out of it right in front of her. Evey is FREAKED OUT. But good wins over evil. Adrianne is holding her at this point. Evey asks if the spider is dead. I laugh. Apparently she didn't watch me annihilate it.

Typically, I hate killing things. I toe'd a grasshopper 10 times to get it out of the garage the other day. We're all God's creatures, I figure.

Freak out my daughter? You're DEAD.

Everyone goes to bed. I stay up late and continue to watch The Godfather 2... my first viewing.


INTERMISSION: three hours have passed (in blog time)... a few more beers consumed.



Adro makes the kids pancakes because Boyd has been demanding pancakes lately. Usually I make breakfast (and usually it's breakfast burritos) but I refuse to make pancakes (I think they're an awful, awful breakfast food) so this throws off the usual routine of Saturday mornings a bit. But the Joneses... they persevere.

On a typical weekend, while waiting for Adro to finish getting ready, I sit there and watch SportsCenter. Not this weekend, no, my friend. This weekend? I took Boyd and Eve outside, and started cleaning the garage.

BJ and Evey played Shinobi while I cleaned the garage and Rain-X'ed the windows on both vehicles.

See what I'm saying about pro-duct-ivity? And it's only Saturday morning!

Head to Lawrence. Stop by the animal shelter, apparently they don't open until 11:30 a.m. on Saturday mornings. We are looking to obtain a dog, once we meet the right little guy.

On to the barber shop. Adro drops the kids and I off. The place is packed, so we go shopping instead. We went shopping for Adro's birthday presents. The kids both picked out their own gifts for their mom. I got Adro a C-note to take to the casino. Good times.

Finally, the barber shop, where Boyd and I got cuts. Mediocre ones, at best. C'est la vie.

Adro came to pick us up. Back to the shelter. We didn't meet Mr. Right. The hunt continues.

From there, late lunch at McDonald's. We're apparently visiting every major fast food place this weekend. It was OK.

Then, on to Lupe and Rod's, where we swam for a few hours. Swimming at their place has become a favorite weekend activity, because their pool is awesome, private, and not-too-far. I pound a few beers, Evey does a few cannonballs, Boyd does a few belly-flops. We get to see the Vignerys and their baby Sylvia, who is a favorite of Evey's.

Finally, the drive home. Saturday is winding down.

(This post has become a brutal blow-by-blow. But I can't stop now.)

I pull into the house at 7:30. Enough time to mow the front yard? WHY NOT???

So I get into it. It's the weekend of pro-duct-ivity, right? Then, inspiration strikes. I decide to run-mow the backyard. Got it all done. Sweating profusely.

Come inside. Kids go to bed fairly early. Thinking about doing the same thing. Tired.

Instead? Blog. Make jukebox note cards. Look through old comics, searching for Marvel Super Heroes # 18. Stay up until 2 a.m. (Don't find Marvel Super Heroes # 18. Pissed.)

It is the weekend of pro-duct-ivity.

Until tomorrow.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Welcome back, Evey

Here is another pic of Evey and Boyd on Evey's first day of 2nd grade.

I still have the photos we took on the back porch to post... we've taken that photo (Adro and I) with both kids the last three years in a row... a tradition I hope to continue. So we can compare how the kids (and my face and belly) grew over the last year.

Evey is enjoying 2nd grade. I introduced myself to Mr. Powers when I picked her up today, and he told me Evey was a real pleasure to have in class, and he was happy that she was "off the charts" (the best level on their daily behavior chart) today.


I've been issued the ice bucket challenge by Lervik. I'm going to go complete the task tomorrow at Lawrence CC, with my bud Bill Irving. I'm looking forward to it, it looks like fun.

I haven't been able to complete the task in 24 hours, but that's because I was in southern Pennsylvania on business most of this week. But I'm back now.


Speaking of business trips, looking at the calendar, I've been on 16 business trips this year, for a rate of two a month. But I only took one in both March and April, so that's why it feels like much more than that.

Upcoming trips include Tucson, Sheboygan, Louisville (again) and Orlando (again).


I spent the last few days at Nemacolin Woodlands Resort in Pennsyvlania. Beautiful country, nice resort.

It was a North Coast Meeting, first all the editor-in-chiefs of the six different pubs owned by NCM, then a EIC/publisher meeting.

It was cool, and fun to hang out with my counterparts of the different magazines. Interestingly to me, I had this feeling that I belonged, but also a feeling of respect and admiration for the other editors in the room. Age-wise, I was right in the middle: three older than me, two younger than me.

But no one would argue that I possessed the best hair.


Jayhawks West Fantasy Football Draft is this Saturday. We've got nine of the 10 guys confirmed for the draft. Do me a favor and don't call early on Sunday morning... I'm anticipating a level-three hangover.


Not sure if you saw this video, but it's an interview I did for Golfdom at the recent PGA Championship. Actually, I don't expect you to care, but I'm posting it here just to have it in the blog. You can view more Golfdom TV videos here: 

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Back to school... Almost

Evey wasn't the only one excited for her first day of school... so was her brother Bubba!

He helped walk Evey to her class. Even packed his own lunch, just in case.

We thought he might get mad when it was time to leave Evey at school, but he was fine with it. He was ready to bounce.

But in just a few years, Boydee... you'll be heading to school too!

Jones Family

Love 'em.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

WB in town

WB and I at Louise's West on Friday night.
Great to see my college roommate and my best man at my wedding, Will Baxter, back in Lawrence for a few days.

WB lives in Bangkok, so I'm lucky if I get to see him once a year.

I was flattered that this year, he booked two days in Eudora to hang out with me. Considering his other U.S. stops were to see his brother in Chicago and his mother and oldest brother in Austin, I thought that was pretty cool that he made time before flying back over to stop here for a bit, and just hang with me and see my family.


We started off the journey with a trip to Funky Monkey in Eudora. Sadly, FM is going out of business. How can I tell? Well, the first sign is pretty common: cash only. The other signs are more rare: all the booths had been sold off, leaving only tables and chairs... all the taps were empty, leaving only bottled beer... all the TVs were off, meaning cable has been cancelled... and 100% of the staff were either no-shows or new hires, meaning the regular staff had already seen the writing on the wall.

Too bad. We enjoyed the place, though it didn't last very long.

From FM to Rick's, where Willy and I only had a few beers, but managed to play all the bar sports. In a controversial ending, Will tried to declare overall victory, despite the last game of shuffleboard ending before all the pucks could be thrown. On to Red Lyon, where we played darts (WB beat me fair and square there.) On to home, where we played Texas Hold 'Em and drank tequila into the wee hours of the night. And yes, I did take all of WB's baht (Thai cash) that night. It's probably worth $5, total.


Friday morning we ventured on to the golf course (Eagle Bend), at 9:30 a.m., despite my inability to concentrate, speak or walk from all the tequila the night before. Ande Parks met us out for golf. We walked 18, walking a total of 6.5 miles, according to Ande's iPhone app.

Golf was awesome -- a great day, weather-wise, to be on the course. And a good cure for a hangover. Also, I hit some really nice shots. The game is coming together.

From there, lunch at 23rd Street, then a much-needed nap.

WB, Arnett, Jones... at Rick's.
On to Rick's, to meet Arnett. Then we went to Rick's actual house, to see how he was recovering from his brain surgery (progressing nicely, it seems.) Then Louise's West (pictured) for $2 schooners and for old time's sake.

From there, Johnny's, where both Copy Jesus (Eric B.) and Ted (Ted) stopped by to say hello. A few other friends were missing, apparently the victims of "the dog house," whatever that is. Beers and pizza there before heading BACK to West and Rick's, telling some old stories, the bullshit meter reaching peak bullshit, and then closing it down.

Left the bars in fine enough shape to get back to Eudora, Kan., where I then took WB down in another game of Hold 'Em, earning me another 2,000 baht (approximately $3). Then, sleepy time.


WB and I watched the kids in the morning so Adro could garden on what turned out to be a SPECTACULAR weather weekend. Then Boyd and I took WB back to el aeropuerto.

BJ fell asleep pretty fast into the car ride. He was a little dismayed that Will was gone when he awoke, especially after declaring that Will was his "best friend" that morning. (Boyd has many best friends, it seems. Or, maybe, his 2-year-old brain doesn't quite grasp the concept yet.)

All in all, a fun weekend with WB. I look forward to his next visit. And I thank Adro for
WB and I at Red Lyon. My T-shirt, btw, is a  LeBron James/CLE shirt.
understanding that the guy literally flew around the globe... might as well take him out for a few cold ones!

Monday, August 11, 2014

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Even though this little boy is a stinker...

I miss him. And I wish I could tell him a story about Adam Strange tonight.

Now, my little girl? She's an angel... and I REALLY miss her!

(And yes, I'm fine with my son knowing when he gets older that he was a stinker at age 2 years, 10 months!)

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Two superheroes

My mom got the kids super-hero capes, and as you can imagine, they're a big hit.

Kids are doing good. Evey starts school in a few weeks. Boyd is starting to care about getting out of diapers.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Evey at the range

Beautiful weather today. What was the high, 75? In late July? Crazy.

I took Evey to the driving range for the first time today. I was worried she might hate it, but she loved it! She hit a couple nice shots, too.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Pic from 2010

I found an old memory card the other day. Downloaded it, there's a bunch of pics from 2010. Like this one, from February of 2010. (I'm pretty sure I have posted this to the blog before.)

So Evey was 3 in that photo, right? And, didn't know it at the time, but that would be my last Golf Industry Show as a staffer for Golf Course Management magazine. So much has changed in the last 4 years!


Evey had the best weekend ever. Spent the night at her friend Adira's on Friday night... her cousin Marina's birthday party on Saturday afternoon... then swimming at Lupe's house with the Abasolos on Sunday!

OK, it was actually a pretty awesome weekend for ALL the Joneses...


Boydee has recently fallen in love with the 1970s TV show Wonder Woman.

His new move is to spin around a few times, then he says, "I'm Wonder Woman!" (It doesn't worry me at all, because I've seen the way he tries to hit on the aforementioned Adira.)

The other day, Boyd told Adrianne, "I'm Wonder Woman, and you're the bad guy!" And Adrianne said, "Ok." Then he scowled at her and shouted, "WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?!?"


Boyd likes jumping in off the diving board. I swim down to the deep end to catch him.

So he tells me he wants to go in off the diving board, I tell him OK. I left him on the stairs (MISTAKE), and scooted past Mike, so I could swim alongside Boydee as he walked to the diving board.

As soon as I scooted past Mike, I looked behind me to see where Boyd was. All I saw were his two feet, sticking straight up in the air. "Grab him!" I told Mike. Abasolo grabbed him by the life jacket and pulled him up out of the water. ("I'm your Godfather... and I just saved your life," Mike later told him.)

Boyd was crying and in a panic. Mom came over to help. Boydee was fine, but he did have a little mouse on his forehead. I was worried it was going to balloon, but it quickly went away.

So we get home. Boyd then tells us that his "favorite part" of the pool was when he fell down, hit his head, and was spinning around underwater.

Yup... that's Boydee. 

Thursday, July 17, 2014

It's not even Mother's Day

But here are some of the best ladies on the planet, pictured.

(Well, minus the lady in red. I don't know her.)

((I'm not saying she's not nice, or that she's even mildly disagreeable. I just don't know her. Apologies if that's your grandma. Or you.))


Just got back from a few days in Cleveland. Good times. Fun to pop into the home office. The guys always take me out for good food, and then drinks inevitably ensue.

It occurs to me that there are a bunch of guys in Cleveland who work for North Coast Media, who probably have wives who hate me. Because I can imagine them using me as an excuse to booze it up. "I'm sorry, honey, Seth is the editor-in-chief of Golfdom, and he lives in Kansas! It'd be rude for me not to go out and grab a beer with him!"


See that margarita/beer drink in the pic with my mom? I had one of those in Cleveland. Because, what the heck?

But then I felt like this was not a masculine drink, so I drank it quickly. A beer and a Maker's Mark was next.

Interestingly, I woke up feeling great despite a smorgasbord of alcoholic beverages. Hmm... maybe the margarita beers is somehow medicinal? 


We're in Day 72 of Boydee being a holy terror. Tonight's stats: injuring Evey (1), thrown toys (2), refusals to eat dinner (2), kicking fits (3).

Evelyn has asked about moving out. I've asked her to stand strong. To learn self defense. And to pray.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

"The Catch"

Evey, age 7, pictured this weekend in the backyard play area.
Just talked to my mom before the start of the Argentina/Germany game. She told me something that made me smile.

A week or two ago, Evey was feeling a little blue, probably sad that her brother was being mean to her, or something. She decided to write letters to both my mom and her Aunt Jessica. I read them both, we sealed them and set them aside for mailing. (Not sure if we ever mailed Jessica's.)

The other day my mom stopped by the house (and made us spaghetti, coleo and linguini salad... all excellent.) Evey gave her the card. I wasn't around when this happened.

Mom just told me on the phone that she opened the letter when she got home... and it made her cry. Happy tears. I guess there was a nice note to "Noni" and a drawing of the two of them holding hands. My mom said it made her day.


There is a joke here at the house between Evey and I, and it's about the blog post I have not written.

I will finally write it... today.

This was two summers ago. Evey was 5. I had one of those stress balls, a little firmer than most. A good ball to throw around at each other. It was solid black.

I was on the top deck in the backyard. Evey was in the yard. She was tossing the ball to me, I was gently tossing it to her, trying to get her to catch it. She wasn't having much luck.

We were about to go inside. I told her to go further up the hill in the backyard, farther away from me. One last try, I told her. I was going to throw it high...

I throw it straight up in the air, a pop fly, as hard as I could. I'm guessing the ball went 30 feet in the air.

Evey shuffled back, then forward, put her hands up towards her chin... and POP! Caught the ball, trapping it between her hands, her chin and her chest. I was shocked, and so was she.

This catch has become "The Catch" at the house, and Evey has been asking me for two years if I've written about it on the blog. Finally, I can tell her "yes." And now you know the non-story that is the Catch.


Went and saw Edge of Tomorrow on Friday. I thought it was decent.

I've been on a Tom Cruise kick lately, since I saw Oblivion. I thought Oblivion was surprisingly great... and it occurred to me that even though he's weird, he does mostly exciting action movies.

So lately I've watched Valkyrie, Jack Reacher, Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol and now Edge of Tomorrow.

Edge of Tomorrow was Groundhog Day meets Independence Day. I love time travel movies. And it was interesting seeing the Groundhog Day twist on time travel thrown into a sci-fi movie.

Overall I'd say it was a good flick. There was once I was actually on the edge of my seat. And the bad guys looked pretty cool.

(Of those other Cruise movies, I'd say Oblivion was the best, followed by Ghost Protocol and Jack Reacher. Valkyrie was good in its own way, but it's based on a true story, and the topic -- a failed attempt on Hitler's life -- is hard to enjoy in a 'hey, I'm having fun watching a movie!' way. And that's the mood I've been in for movies lately.)


Boyd, armed and dangerous. Mostly dangerous.
Boyd has been relishing in his terrible twos lately. His favorite victims are his sister, our sleep schedule and world peace.

He's all boy, though, that's for sure. Just likes to smash, throw, hit, yell, etc.

We took him to Lupe's pool yesterday and that's the best he's ever done at the pool. He can't swim but he does like to jump in off the diving board. Once he jumped in off the side when I wasn't there to catch him. He was wearing a life jacket, but Adrianne had to reach in and fish him out.

He won't be this age forever, so we're trying to enjoy it for what it is. But I know Evey, for one, is looking forward to Boydee version 3.0.


Boyd's room is all comic-book themed, which warms my heart. Adrianne found a lot of these oversized classic Marvel comics covers for wall art. Boyd knows who all the characters are. I think it's cool that I own half of the actual comics that are hanging on his wall...

One of the comics is Sgt. Fury and his Howling Commandos # 13, which, as you know, is famous in comicsdom as the first time Nick Fury and Captain America ever met.

Bucky, Cap's sidekick, is on the cover. Boyd likes to ask me who the little boy in blue and red is on the cover... I tell him, 'That's Bucky.'

Boyd now knows who Bucky is, at age 2. I didn't know who Bucky was until I was probably 10 or 11! (Because as you also know, Bucky was dead for most of the last 60 years... until Ed Brubaker wrongfully brought him back to life as the Winter Soldier a few years ago.)

Boyd has a Captain America shield. He'll tell me, "Dad, you be Captain America, I'll be Bucky!"

Terrible Twos or not, that's pretty darn cute.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Garage Sale Weekend!

I'm so happy with the results of our 4th of July weekend...
It was a garage sale 4th of July weekend at the Joneses. And we sold a ton of stuff!
That's me with my old Space Invaders game. My mom bought this for me back in 1987 or so, from a barbershop that was going out of business. I kept it for years and years, finally I said goodbye on Friday... but not before playing it one last time and taking a pic with it. This was my first arcade game. You never forget your first.

This sight warmed my heart. My two kids playing Shinobi together. Shinobi is my favorite arcade game EVER (Double Dragon and Galaga coming in 2nd and 3rd) and it's been encased in junk for the last couple years... was finally able to get it unearthed on Saturday, and it's playing great, I'm happy to report.

We had a wildly successful garage sale... and we cleaned out the garage... and we didn't set off a single firework!

The garage sale on the 4th was all Adro's idea, and it was a hit. Tons of traffic all morning. We almost sold all our stuff on that one day alone.

On Day two, Adrianne put out a bunch of the kids clothes, and then went crazy too. We were going to close at noon, and at 11:58, a mom with 6-month-old twin boys made us an offer on the entire lot of Boyd's clothes. We haggled a little bit and then settled on a price we both liked. Next thing I know, I'm loading boxes of clothes into her SUV! Win-win, baby!

We sold a couch... a bed frame... a bookshelf... a recliner... a couple lamps... clothes... an arcade game (NOT SHINOBI) and gave away an old mower, TV, printer and stereo receiver.

Most exciting is we cleaned the garage really well and got it back into operational shape. The Impala is back in, Shinobi is on and ready to be played (don't even worry about bringing quarters) and the bins with Christmas, Halloween, etc., are all clearly labeled and organized.

My hat is off to Adrianne, who did most of the work, and my mother-in-law Judy, who babysat the kids AND cleaned the house/did laundry while we were outside working the garage sale. Thank you ladies, well done.

Evey and Boyd helped as much as they could, too.

One funny moment from the garage sale: I lit a citronella candle to try to combat the flies. Not very effective, but I had to do something. So we're done, and cleaning the garage. I turn around and see flames shooting about two feet straight up off this butcher block table we have in the garage. "Fire, babe, FIRE!" I shout. I ran to it and saw it was mostly one large piece of paper burning.

I grabbed the paper, ran outside and stomped it out. Nothing else on the table caught, thankfully. Adrianne forgot the candle was there and set a piece of paper right on top of it.

I told her that my favorite moment of the garage sale was when we didn't burn the house down.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Evey and Grandma are home!

We're so excited that Evey and Judy returned to the Casa de Jones after a week in Des Moines, helping babysit Sofia.

Welcome home girls! We missed you so much!

Evey grew grew grew while she was gone. She said the worst part about being gone was that Dad wasn't around to be the tickle monster, and Mom wasn't around to watch "The Little Couple" with.

The best part? No bedtime!

Evey was super-excited to see her brother, too. She said, "Wow, Dad, he grew! Are you sure that's my brother? His head got even bigger, it's like (name withheld's) head on Boydee's body!"

Welcome home Evey and Judy. Evey, nice job being a good girl and representing your parents well while being away. That's exactly what we want you to do!