Thursday, June 23, 2016

All about Dad

Here is a photo of Evey and me taken yesterday at Rick's. I had to run a few errands in Lawrence, including picking her up from Judy's house. 

We started off at Pyramid Pizza (which Evey now prefers over Papa Keno's — that's my girl!) and played a few video games: generic Galaga, Ms. Pac-Man and Donkey Kong, which Evey was interested in based on that Adam Sandler movie Pixels.

From there, on to Rick's, where we played maybe seven games of Pop-a-Shot. Based on the score of our first game, I spotted her 40 points per play, to make it interesting. She beat me every game with that 40-point spot. The last game she went off for 40! I was regularly scoring in the mid-60s, so there was no way I was going to win the last, Grand Master Championship game. 

Pretty sure I got hustled.


Boyd had a "Donuts for Dads" day at Montessori School recently. He was excited for me to attend. I had just gotten back from the U.S. Open, so I was happy I was able to go.

The joke I had with Boyd was, "Can I eat six donuts? Seven?" And he'd fuss, "NO, DAD! ONE DONUT!" This is a regular joke I have with the kids, usually over brownies, or whatever dessert is in the house.

Well the answer was I got a half a lousy donut — yes, a donut cut in half, the perfect picture of cheap-ass

I won't tell you how much we pay a month for Boyd to be told that fantasy (like super-heroes) are bad for his intelligence (even though I credit my "talent" for writing to comic books) but apparently it is only enough for Montessori to afford half a donut. 

But that's not my point. The whole ordeal was pretty much a mess, as there was no one directing traffic, or saying hello. Just dirty looks from the teacher while we all sweated outside. 

Dammit, that's still not my point.

My point is that the highlight of the event (for me, pretty sure Boydee has a blast) was as I exited, another adrift father pointed to me that there seemed to be some questionnaires for us that were set out. (I only assume they were meant for me to pick up and take with me.)

So here is Boyd's questionnaire he filled out about his Old Man:

I think my dad is: 39 (correct!)

My dad loves to eat: queso (Incorrect! But I love it because this is clearly sarcasm, as Boyd knows queso pisses me off... not because I don't like it, but because the family expects us to order it whenever we're out to eat Mexican... and I don't like my kids to expect an appetizer.) 

My dad works hard. His job is to: put the fence back up if a storm knocks it down. (I think he's being honest here. Adrianne would consider that sarcasm, but Boyd might actually think I did a decent job of putting it back up... even though it took me about two months to finally reattach the door, and also because I had to call Neuty to help me get the stumps out.)

My dad is really good at: working on his computer. (Nice, Boyd. I do basically work on a computer all day. Thankful for that. I'd be lousy at manual labor.)

I love my dad because: some days he lets me watch Rescuebots on Netflix. I like to play in the water sprinkler with him. You're the best Dad! (Well, Boyd, you continue to get me in trouble with your teacher. Your teacher hates Netflix, and Rescuebots is based in fantasy, which they said is a no-no. Maybe that's why they pulled out the plate full of half-donuts when I got there. Son, we've got to work on you knowing when to keep your mouth shut. But I love you too. Now, pass the queso.)

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Happy Father's Day

My son and I, Saturday morning.

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Do not arrest this man!

Being handsome is NOT a CRIME.

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Love to read!

What's your favorite?

Evey has been asking me a lot of tough questions lately.

"What's your favorite jungle animal?"

"What's your favorite Christmas gift?"

"Who is your favorite singer?"

For Christmas gift, I answered DESTRO, an individual G.I. Joe toy I got back in 1985 or 1986. Just a cool design. He's still on my bookshelf, I showed him to Evey today...

Somewhere, I think there's a photo of me holding Destro up, on Christmas Day.

Which reminded me of this old photo, and if she's never interested in comic books again... here's at least proof that she enjoyed them at Christmas 2015....

Monday, May 23, 2016

Evey got a haircut!

And lost two teeth on the same day. It was a big day.

Toothfairy dropped a $5 bill on her for the two teeth, better than her normal $2 bill!

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Should I blog about Mom?

I'm not sure when to blog about Mom. I feel like Mom's passing has given me writer's block, a slight taste of depression, but mostly a highball glass full of anger.

There's a very good chance I'll spend the next 90 minutes writing and thinking, and then I'll delete it anyway.


Just the facts: the coroner chose "atherosclerotic cardiovascular disease" as Mom's cause of death. Google it, and let me know what it says.

Not a fact: Pretty sure 90 ounces of Coca-Cola everyday, a bad sleep schedule and a lousy diet didn't help. But I'm not a doctor.

Dad's passing killed Mom seven years ago. It just took her this long to mount enough of an attack on her own constitution to finally succumb to sweet, sweet death.

Rest in peace, Mom.


When Dad passed, I felt honored to write about him in the past tense, like he went out on his shield. It was merciful. It was OK. It was over.

With Mom, I feel like I owe everyone an apology. Not sure who all still reads this blog (Mom didn't) but I'd like to say sorry to you, about the way everything went down.

These last several years have been really confusing, regarding my mom. But she was my mom.


It should be noted that I'm listening to Rage Against the Machine. But no, I have not consumed any Maker's Mark. But I did bring a bottle of Maker's Mark home from Mom's house.


It's a little over two weeks in now. There is one thing that I understand better now, since Mom has passed: I have wonderful friends.

From my wife, who has been the picture of positivity in order to help me, to friends like the Abasolos, Bauers, Nunns, Stoltman, Roberts, Richard, la familia, the neighbors...

My kids, Evey and Boyd, are the best.

Boyd won't remember his maternal grandmother. But he's doing a good job of being warm to me when I walk in the house after a trip to Mulvane.

I will clothesline him soon.


You know what's killing me? Evey has been reading the blog lately. She'll read this, if I don't delete it.

Evey is so sweet. I think her biggest concern though this whole thing? Is seeing me struggle a bit, and she's worried about me.

She's so sweet!


One thing that really makes me mad is I'm 39, and both my parents are passed.

But whoa is me — maybe I need to finally grow up.


Good night. I'll read this tomorrow, see if I leave it up.

Friday, May 20, 2016

Jax & Boyd

Wolverine vs. Wolverine!

Monday, May 9, 2016

Rest in peace Mom

Funeral on Tuesday. Details at Wichita Eagle.

Sunday, May 8, 2016


Today we went to the movies hoping to see Captain America Civil War but when we got there we found out that it was sold out. We just kept our cool and went to the movie Zootopa instead. In the middle of the movie it turned off because there was a huge storm but then about 10 minutes later it turned back on. We all agreed that it was good but we were still sad about Captain America but we still had a good time anyway.

By Evey

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Boyd does some math

Filmed tonight, April 28th, 2016.

Good times

Burgers, brats, buds.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Happy 39th birthday, me!

Evey and Boydee at Evey's 3rd grade musical,
early April 2016.
 So I turned 39 today. Whoo-hoo! Last year of the 30s.

How do I feel about it? Well, the 40s are creeping in on me, and that is a little weird. Heck, it was weird when my sister turned 40... and that was (redacted) years ago. So I'm OK with being a little weirded out about 40.

After all, I've been in my 30s, comfortably, for almost 10 years. Give a brother a break.


We had grand plans for my 39th birthday party. 

Dentists' appointment for Evey. (Huh?)

Dinner at Salty Iguana with the Joneses and the Johnsons (better).

Cake. (yup.)

But then, while Evey was sitting in the dentist's chair, I saw the radar. At 4:30 pm, it looked like all hell was about to break loose. Topeka, hammered. Wamego, annihilated. Manhattan? A memory. 

I called it all off. No way were we driving up K-10 in this apocalyptic weather. I was turning 39, and somewhere, a god was not happy (most likely Dionysus, but he can be an @$$h*le, especially on special occasions.)

Then all the weather went NORTH! Whoops. Cancelled for naught.

But that's OK... the back-up plan? Jim Shan Buffet take-out, my house, me, Adro, Evey and Boyd.

And it was AWESOME.


Lervik is in town, which is always a good time. We've been hanging out for the last 1.5 days. 

Since weather interrupted tonight's plans, we watched a movie downstairs (couldn't watch NBA — DirecTV was out with the live feed.)

We chose "Kingsmen" with Colin Firth and Samuel L. Jackson.

How was it? Pretty terrible. We got two laughs out of the movie...

Overall? A 3 out of 10.


I got some sweet gifts for my birthday. Boyd got me a badass Captain America wallet. Evey got me a sweet watch. Adro got me a nice suitcase... and it wasn't even packed!

Evey was a little bummed at the end of the evening, because she thought the wallet was from her... and she said that got my best reaction.

But, wow — I didn't realize the wallet got my best reaction, and actually, the watch and the suitcase are two items I'm even more in need of!

I tried to explain... but wow, my Evey Jones... she's so sweet, it's hard to know what's going on inside her head... but I know she loves her Daddy... and that's the only birthday gift I need, right there.

Friday, April 22, 2016

Oh man... licking poker wounds!

Boyd and Lindsey and Jeff's son -- Hayden -- on his 5th birthday.
OH WOW! Where to start?!?


The Jones family had a great weekend, thanks. Adro wanted to go to the casino so we went and checked it out... they were giving away $15,000. We did;t win the $15K, but I did walk in with $100, and walked out with $50 after a night of drinking and eating! Not bad!


Saturday we went to the barber shop to get haircuts... Boyd got a nice cut from Brandi... then on to the park, then Free State.

Evey is pretty much done with Free State.




Details to come.