Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Happy birthday Adro!

Do like Boydee, and take the rest of the day off...

Monday, August 31, 2015

Mt. Recycle

As long as we're renaming mountains, let's rename the recycle bin... It is now known as the pile of sh- uh, I mean, Mt. Recycle.

Carefully constructed by Adro Jones while I was in Austin over the weekend. And no, she does NOT have an engineering degree.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Evey and Boydee jamming

From my iPhone, I think this is from August 2014:

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Boyd started at Montessori School!

Good news! Boyd started at Montessori School on Monday, and he LOVED IT!

He is unlike me. I hated my preschool, Kindercare. I cried and cried and cried until Mom finally pulled me out and watched me at home until I was about 12, I think.

The worst thing Kindercare did? I remember crying to Mom, "They put CHICKEN in their SPAGHETTI!!!"


I wasn't there for this, but, from Adro:

Boyd, Evey and Adro are watching TV in bed while I was away on business. A bra/panties commercial comes on TV.

"Mom?" Boyd says, getting her attention. "...sometimes I see these commercials with these girls... and I wish those girls were real... and that they could come out of the TV... and hold me."

That's my boy! And yes, son, I've wished that before too. ...but it was, uh, 15 years ago...


Adro held Boyd's hand on his first day walking into Montessori School... and he went in, no problems.

The next day? "Mom, can you not hold my hand today?"


Both kids have soccer practice in full swing. I'm coaching both teams again. Practices are Mondays, 5:30-6:30 for the big kids, then 6:30-7:20 for the little kids. It makes for a loooong Monday.

But this Monday was awesome, because when we came home, tired and sweaty, Adro had made a big pasta dinner with fresh side salads and a fresh loaf of bread from Sprouts in Lawrence. All I had to do was sit down!

Evey suggested that this become a regular Monday night tradition. I agreed with that idea. And then she had an idea for Tuesday night dinners...

Taco Taco Tuesday? No.

Salad Tuesday.

No thanks!

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Miss these guys

2015 in San Diego for the day...

Saturday, August 8, 2015

National Root Beer Float day!

Evey and I celebrating this wonderful day on Thursday... Following the long drive to, and then halfway home from, Pierce City, Mo. (Evey didn't like her DQ float very much... And actually, I didn't either.)

Monday, August 3, 2015

RIP Grandma Velma Weibel

Very sad to report that Adrianne's paternal grandmother, Velma, passed away on Sunday.

She lived in southern Missouri, so we got to visit her a few times. She enjoyed being around our kids, and I could tell she had a fondness for Adrianne, who shares a middle name (Anita) with Velma's only daughter, who she lost in a car accident at a young age.

On one visit Velma gave Adrianne her tea cup collection, something she was proud of.

I told the kids this morning about the sad news. Evey's first response was, "You mean the grandma that gave mom the tea cups?"

I think Evey will remember her. Boyd, no, but at least we have photos of them together.

Most impressive to me is Velma remembered my name whenever I saw her. I thought that was really nice, considering I'm just a background character in her life. But she'd always address me by name. Nice.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Monday, July 27, 2015

Be Royal

I didn't catch the home run ball, but apparently the KC TV crew liked my Royals jersey, as I made the KC broadcast a few times, according to a bunch of my friends.

My phone was blowing up all game, asking if I was in Cleveland at the game. Lervik said the cameraman had a crush on me because he showed me about four different times.

As soon as the ball went over my head I figured I might be on TV, so I started waving my hat. The good news is, according to Brent Vignery, you couldn't see who caught the ball (or my feeble attempt at catching it) and it looked like I may have caught it... although on twitter, a superintendent friend of mine called me out for NOT catching the ball... so who knows.

The guy to my right caught the ball. For some reason he was asked by one fan to autograph a program... and that same fan asked me to also sign his program...

Princess camp 2015

Last year for princess camp. Evey loves it. She got home and excitedly told me which princesses (princi?) she got to dance with.

She is definitely my little princess!

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Bedtime! Well... OK...


Well, the kids are reading in bed... it's 10 p.m., but how am I going to tell them to shut that down? Hard to get mad when they clearly enjoy reading so much.


Evey had what seems to be her worst nightmare ever, last night. She was pretty freaked out.

It was 3 a.m. and it was hard to be sympathetic, but I tried my best. I suggested that maybe we just needed to DO SOMETHING at that awful hour... you know, wake up and play Uno or something, if it was that bad...

But then I fell back asleep and my little sweetie was still watching the shadows.

So then I'm asleep, and I sense something next to me, maybe breathing...

And Evey SHRIEKS, "A werewolf!" and I shoot awake.

It's Boyd, he's awake now, and just watching me sleep from the side of the bed. Evey somehow mistook her little brother for a werewolf. Yeesh.

OK, Boydee, get in bed. LET'S ALL GO TO BED, OK?!?

Then this morning, Boyd looks at me and says, "Dad, look! I have a werewolf on my head!"


So you know the Jayhawks were playing hoops at weird time this last week, right? The "University Olympic Games" or whatever it was called, was in South Korea... so weird tip times here in Kansas.

Monday's gold medal match tipped at 7 a.m. local time. I was up and ready. Boyd is an early riser, so he came down to watch it with me. He watched a little, played with Thomas the Train a little, meandered through the house a little... whatever.

The next morning, Boyd woke me up at 7 a.m. "Dad, can we watch basketball again?"

And I hate mornings (even 7 a.m.) but something inside me said "YES!" and we went downstairs and re-watched the first quarter of the Gold Medal game.

That's my boy!

Saw Cuz tonite

Great seeing Melissa tonight in Lawrence!

We started off at Salty Iguana with the family, then her and I went to Johnny's for a beer, before calling it a night.

Kind of a strange dinner, to be honest. Why? Well, Evey has become a pretty big fan of her pen pal, Melissa. She was SUPER excited that she was getting to see Melissa in person. But she wanted more.

"When are you coming over again?" "Come over!" "When are we making enchiladas again?" "Can you spend the night tonight?" -- those were the common questions from Evey. Usually she's not so aggressive. We all got a chuckle, but mostly I was thinking to myself, "What has gotten into Evey tonight?"

And then B.A. (Boyd Atticus most times, but Bad Attitude on this day) was being a stinker at the dinner table. Acting a fool. I let him get by as long as I could before we had to go outside and end our good time... but that's what happens when he eats rice and beans with his bare hands!

Still, it was great to see Melissa. I look forward to the next time.


Sidewalk Sale is tomorrow. I think I'm ready.


I asked Evey her three favorite ice creams. Her response:

1. Chocolate
2. Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough
3. Chocolate Bladder (?)


1. Strawberry
2. Strawberry cheesecake
4. Chocolate chip cookie dough (a flavor I used to dislike!)


Grabbed beers with Ted last night, and watched the All-Star Game. It was a fun night.

Maybe the best location was Louise's Downtown, and their $4.75 schooners.

We reminisced when we enjoyed $1 schooners...


I've got a bunch of random photos to post to the blog. Soon.


I better get to bed... sidewalk sale tomorrow!