Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Buzz Beach Ball 2016

It was a wild time at Buzz Beach Ball this weekend! Thanks to Judy for watching the kids on Saturday, and to Adro for watching the kids on Sunday so I could go back!

We had a blast tailgating with Jess and Rosalina. And then I had a good time hanging with Joe on Sunday.

The Violent Femmes, Cage the Elephant, Eagles of Death Metal, Glass Animals... it was quite a two-day festival for Kansas City!


Boyd's room is a mess.

It's so bad he looked at it the other day and told Adrianne, "Mom, we're going to need to get help to pick this up!"

She said, "You think?"

"Yeah... we need Evey, Dad... Grandma..."

"That's a lot of help!"

"Mom, we even need Memow to come over to help out with this mess!"


We're about to lose our nice view here at the casa.

Since we've lived here, there's been two empty lots across the street, giving us a nice view of a valley/drainage ditch across the street.

Construction has begun! I'll post photos soon.


Evey is excited lately, because I gave her my old iPhone. It's not a working phone, just an iPod now. 

She's changed the password, the wallpaper... she mostly just uses it for Pandora right now. But she thinks it's pretty cool.

She's such a good girl, she's having a good summer. She doesn't ask for much. I'm happy a little gift like that can make her so excited.

How much longer until we activate it, and turn it into a working phone for her?

Monday, July 18, 2016

Boyd's new toothbrush

Boyd has been really sweet + cute lately. Just now he asked me to take this photo and send it to his friend Jaxton Abasolo!

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Making waves

4th of July

It wasn't as big as last year's party, but the same number of people were injured: ZERO! So we're calling it a success.

Grilled burgers and dogs, nice evening. Boyd actually asked his mom if it was OK if they called it a night.


DURANT TO GOLDEN STATE HOLY &*$*@*#*@*@*#$&$&#&&&@*@*@@*@*$($)$%)%))$))$)$

(My mind just exploded!)

Sunday, July 3, 2016


Happy 4th of July!


Boyd and I went fishing after work on Friday. Boyd caught two bluegill, I caught one. We could have caught more, but we were on a bad streak of fish swallowing hooks (2/3) and I didn't bring my needle-nose pliers... and at the end of the day, I hate hurting animals and didn't want to hurt anymore little fishies for no good reason.

We fished Lone Star Lake and found a nice little spot. We'll go back. With more gear, including the needle-nose pliers and a buck knife.


Boyd has been pretty good this 4th of July weekend, really. He stuns me at how his eating habits flop back and forth; he's a good eater one day, a non-eater the next. 

I remind myself that here in a few years, he'll be eating me out of the house.


Boyd's photo was in the St. John's newsletter this weekend! A cool pic of him smashing a confetti egg on top of Dexter's head.


Evey and Adro had a "Girl's Night In" on Friday, when they watched Adventures in Babysitting, did make-up stuff, etc.

When Boyd and I got home from fishing, Evey said it was time for her and Mom to "put on their masks." Boyd shouted, "I'll put on a mask!" and then ran upstairs and found his homemade bear mask in his room.

Neither of us understood the masks the girls then put on...


We bought some stuff today: a new stove, microwave, and a new bed for Evey.

Our little girl is growing quickly... feels good to spend some money on her, she's such a good girl.


Ribs, corn-on-the-cob and baked beans for dinner tonight. Last night was fajita night. Tomorrow? gourmet cheeseburgers, with shredded cheese and bacon pieces inside. And if the weather clears up... the pool!


Grandma Judy took Evey to see "BFG" on Friday, which stands for "Big FRIENDLY Giant," allegedly. 

I don't know, I haven't seen the movie yet.


Bought a fresh keg of Boulevard Wheat on Thursday night.

I forgot what a Wheat hangover felt like, until this morning....

Monday, June 27, 2016

St. John's Fiesta

Evey and Judy working the T-Shirt booth.

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.