Bitchin' Jeep

Back home after a few days out west. Glad to be back. Although I did enjoy the 80-degree weather.

I rented a convertible jeep for my trip. I took it through the mountains a little bit one evening. It was a fun ride.

Now that I'm back home, I can catch up with Evey and Adro. Hopefully Evey did something funny while I was away, like make up a story about an imaginary family, or something... but probably not. I'm so screwed in my Blog War with Kendall.

I look forward to starting it soon, though. She's going down!!!

The Game-Stopper

Evey was way too hyper all day yesterday. It's like she knows when the Jayhawks are about to lose, so she chooses that time to be as chatty/needy/high-energy as possible.

And for some reason, she was all about ME yesterday. Adro was sitting there quietly, casually watching the game. But Evey only wanted my attention, not Momma's, and it was non-stop.

Read a book. Play a game. Play pretend -- you be Zurg, I'll be Jesse.

I tried to play pretend -- I be watching the game and cussing, you go play quietly elsewhere -- but she wouldn't go for that.

And I couldn't go watch the game elsewhere because I couldn't leave my lucky seat.

Just brutal. Evey put on a Tyrel Reed-like performance during the game yesterday. She did everything she could to keep me from watching, like Tyrel did a lot of things to keep us from winning. (Sorry, Tyrel, that was just a really poor game from you. It happens.)

Thoughts on the game: We got outplayed by a better team. We had terrible 3-pt fg%, ft% and too many turnovers.

I disagreed with Kenny "The Jet" Smith at halftime, he said VCU did nothing special. Shooting 60+% from the 3-point line is special, I don't care who you are. Nine 3-pointers in the first half? How many teams did that to us all season? Heck, how many teams hit nine 3-pointers in a half, against anyone?

Oh well. Next year.

Blog wars

I'm starting to believe that my wife's favorite blog is "The Incredible Shenanigans of a Boy Named Grey," ..........and I'm not going to lie... that's a pretty good name for a blog.

ALTHOUGH... I would remind my wife a few things:

• Especially Evey is, indeed, focused on her one-and-only Evey Jones
• The black background with red typeface on Grey's blog can at times be menacing or foreboding
  
• We have no idea how many hits this "Shenanigans" blog has received, since it has no counter
• It's always funnier when it's not your kid
• We have a professional writer updating Evey's blog
• If my kid was into Star Wars instead of princesses, maybe I could be funny, too
• I would have totally worked the "Fancy" Football joke differently for maximum ba-dum-bum! effect
• Evey's blog is nearing it's 1,000th post
• Obama has written a letter to our blog before he wrote anything to Grey... or Gaddafi
• Most of my posts are written while I'm drunk, while most of Kendall's posts are written while she's pregnant (lately, at least) and I can't compete with that
  
• I'm taller than Kendall (what?)

So, what does this all mean?

I'm declaring BLOG WARS on Kendall Heiman and her shenanigans blog.

Kendall, you pick the week. Then we'll see who has the better STUFF that one week. And no, we don't have to post every day. In fact, I think we should limit it to, say... three posts.

Then we both post polls on our blog to see who did better. (Or maybe we elect Bella Boom's blog to be the third party of the poll?)

Yeah, I expect to get crushed. But it still sounds like fun to me. (And maybe people will start reading my blog again... since, apparently, they've all migrated to GREY'S BLOG.)

K-Hei, you just let me know what you think.

And remember, I've already defeated your husband in "Fancy" Football for one championship!

Man, I really should have shut it down after that last beer...

BLOG WARS!!!

You are a child's plaything

Just got back from Toy Story 3 on Ice at the Sprint Center. My sister picked us up some tickets, so we had the entire Jones family there (even my Mom).

It was mildly entertaining. Yo Gabba Gabba! Live was way more entertaining, but also a lot more expensive. This was only $10 a tik, YGG was like $50, I think.

But of course Evey had a blast. She pretended to be Jesse the whole way home. And it was nice to have the whole family together, even if we just ran in and out of the Sprint Center for 2 hours.

Who's there?

This photo is dedicated to the four people still visiting Evey's blog... me, Adro, you and you.

Did you get a haircut? Looks great.

Make a splash

I was flip-flopping around with Evey tonight when she told me she wanted to give me a "big splash."

You might remember that suplexes got outlawed a few months ago when I busted Evey's lip. So the new WWF move is the "big splash." It's like a half-assed body slam. It looks like a body slam, but I catch myself with my arms and my knees before my torso can squish Evey.

When she gives me a big splash, she goes all-out, and I just catch her mid-air, then slowly let her down, to prevent injury to either of us.

The only other key to the big splash is you have to yell, "Big splash!" when you're giving the aforementioned big... splash. It is most effective when you do this in a WWF announcer voice.

Whoever is on the receiving end of the BS shouts out, "NO! DON'T GIVE ME A BIG SPLASH!!! NOOO!!!"

So Evey was about to give me a big splash, but apparently, I wasn't playing the part well enough.

She said, "Daddy, you have to yell, 'DON'T GIVE ME A BIG SPLASH!'"

But when she started quoting me, she lowered her voice as low as it could go, trying to imitate me saying this.

Evey trying to do a Daddy voice? Well, it was not quite the mix of baritone and monotone that is my voice. It was more, "Evey needs to clear her throat" than anything else.

Yet I was still impressed.

BIG SPLASH!

Last week was quiet

Apologies, it was a big deadline week combined with St. Pat's and the NCAA first rounds. Crazy week!

I'm writing this at halftime of the KU/Illini game, so I don't know what to say... just NERVOUS!

OK: One quick story -- we picked up a wifi Blu-Ray player this weekend, and so far we LOVE it. Streamed NetFlix on it Saturday night, super easy to set up... I hope this thing lasts us for a while, because it seems like a really cool new toy.

OK, game's back on! ROCK CHALK!!!

Jukebox update, 3/11/11

Update to the jukebox, Friday night:

REMOVED:

Air (Talkie Walkie)
James Taylor (Greatest Hits)
Kanye West (Late registration)
Echo & the Bunnymen (compilation)
Kill Creek (Best-of)
DJ Kool (EP)
Nada Surf (Lucky)
Nada Surf (The Weight is a Gift)
Simon and Garfunkel (typical Simon and Garfunkel sad harmonizing BS)
Pearl Jam Live @ Jones Beach, discs 1 and 2
White Stripes (Get Behind Me Satan)

INSERTED:

Beastie Boys (Check Your Head)
Beck (Guero)
Counting Crows (Best Of, bust most important, “Mr. Jones”)
8Stops7 (Did they have more than one album? This makes only me and Lervik happy)
Harvey Danger/Credence Clearwater Revival mix (contains unreleased Harvey and greatest hits of CCR)
Kings X (Dogman, does anyone else remember them?)
Queens of the Stone Age (Rated R, thanks Mar)
Pearl Jam (Yield)
Pearl Jam (Binaural)
Saul Williams (Self Titled, we’ll play it loud Amazin' Asian!)
White Stripes (White Blood Cells)
Depeche Mode (Some Great Reward)

Magic Kingdom

Evey told Adro that she had a dream, but she didn't want to tell Adro the dream, because "you'll get mad at me."

Adro told her, "Sweetie, no one will ever get mad at you for a dream. We all have crazy dreams!"

So Evey confessed... in her dream... an ogre proposed to her.

Adro didn't say anything. But I know what she was thinking: At least you just dreamed it, kiddo... have you seen your father? I'm living that dream.

Sorry, Evey

In hindsight, it was a bad idea to take you on the "Snow White's Spooky Forest" ride.

Dammit, and now I'm my Dad, taking a 5-year-old Seth on Space Mountain, scarring him for life.

"When you hate something, don't you do it, too?" Sage words, Eddie Vedder.

Sorry, Evey.

I wonder how Judy's photo turned out?

Because my photo of Evey partying with the stilt lady turned out pretty good.

WINNING.

March Sweetness

The Kaminskis invited us to the women's game the other day... here's a photo of Sadie and Evey together during the game. As you can see, this is the first photo of Evey with her "monkey paw" on the blog. The bandages are all off now, and the hand is pretty much healed.

You can't make an omelet...

Without breaking a few eggs.

Or if you're ME, apparently.

I was making the girls breakfast on Saturday morning (one of my favorite things in the world to do) and Evey wanted to know if I'd make her a cheese omelet. I said "sure."

Then she asked me, "Daddy, do you know how to make a cheese omelet?"

I laughed and told her I did.

About three minutes later...

"Daddy, are you SURE you know how to make a cheese omelet?"

A little annoyed now, "YES, EVEY I DO."

So I delivered the goods.

"Daddy... this isn't a cheese omelet."

So I ate it myself. I don't know what she thought it was, but I thought it was pretty darn good.

Clutch vs. The Urge

I wasted $6 today.

I've been shopping for music CDs a lot lately, especially at Love Garden. Great selection, awesome prices, all used stuff. Right now, in fact, I'm listening to this excellent Elliott Smith tribute CD, that I wouldn't even know it existed, had I not seen it in the used bin at LG.

When I can't find something new and cool (to me) I go with something I used to listen to when I was a kid. Sometimes this works, sometimes, I hate the music tastes of 1997 Seth.

It worked when I picked up The Urge's "Receiving the Gift of Flavor" on eBay for $4. That's still fun music. I dig it.

But the old Clutch CD I bought today at LG for $6? OOFTAH! That's BAD. It's like Rob Zombie and Helmet got together and had a musically challenged baby. Even the "hit" sounded tired and methodical.

Maybe it's best to leave some of this "lost" music lost.