When he got tired, Mom asked Deuce if he wanted to take his nap under the tree. He said, "No, it might fall on me, but I will sleep next to the tree."
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Friday, December 22, 2006
Sleepy
Mom watched Deuce today while I was at work. We're trying to make sure that Mrs. JK-1 takes it easy so that Little Rose does not come too early.
When he got tired, Mom asked Deuce if he wanted to take his nap under the tree. He said, "No, it might fall on me, but I will sleep next to the tree."
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When he got tired, Mom asked Deuce if he wanted to take his nap under the tree. He said, "No, it might fall on me, but I will sleep next to the tree."
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
A Banner Day for Phoenix Sports
Yesterday, the ASU women's hoops team played at Chase Field with the dome open and got rained out. A rain-out at a basketball game! They stopped the game at half-time, with the Lady Devils up by 15 or so. There were over 8,000 fans and players in windbreakers.
No, that's not it.
The Suns set a franchise record 15-game win streak today. Somewhere, Sir Charles is very sad.
No, that's not it.
Quickly, before I go much farther. Everyone, make sure to vote for AI for an Eastern All-Star. Let's just see what happens.
The game of the week occurred in our very own Washed-Up World Cup. Enbraz USA faced off against the Pyros earlier tonight. Enbraz had no subsitutes and was missing its team captian due to food posioning (most likely sabotage by the Pyros). But then again, he's really only the captain because he has everyone's email address; but we missed him!
Pyros also had a full second line to match up against the battered and depleted Enbraz team. Enbraz was also missing one of its leading scorers due to an injury from last week's match.
Early in the first half, about 4 minutes in, Enbraz' star defenseman, JK-1, was maliciously boarded. For the rest of the night, he could not put much weight on his right leg due to a twisted knee. Stay tuned for MRI reports in the morning. Knowing that his team needed him, JK-1 refused to stop playing.
Enbraz went down 3-0, but refused to stop playing. JK-1, hobbling on one leg, played stellar defense, saving two goals right off the line.
By halftime, the score was 4-3. JK-1 continued to struggle, infuriating several Pyros players in a Raja Bell like manner. One frustrated Pyro went so far as to do the chest-bump-thingy and exclaim that JK-1 was "all over him!" JK-1 calmly replied, "You're just pissed because I took the ball away and then dribbled around you on one leg."
With three minutes left in the match and the score tied 5-5, JK-1 decided it was time to make his move. After dispossessing a Pyro at midfield, JK-1 sent a through pass to his striker and ran to the open spot in a classic give-and-go manuever. The pass was too strong and into the corner. Drat the inferior passing skills of JK-1's teammates!
Chasing the ball into the corner as fast as his disabled leg would take him, JK-1 regained possession of the ball and carried it back to the middle of the attacking third -- right into two defensemen! With a clever shoulder drop, followed by a fake shot (kind of like a deke, for you hockey fans), he split the two defenders. With precious little time to spare, he scanned the goal to ascertain the goaltender's position.
Fortunately, the goaltender was out of position! Instead of coverin the near post, he was smack in the middle of the goal. "Fool!" thought JK-1. JK-1 leaned heavy on his left (plant) foot as if to go far post, but put left-english on the ball to curve it into the near post. Gooooooaaaaaallllll!!!
Victory.
Now, at m wife's suggestion, I plan to take about two weeks off to rehab my aching knee.
No, that's not it.
The Suns set a franchise record 15-game win streak today. Somewhere, Sir Charles is very sad.
No, that's not it.
Quickly, before I go much farther. Everyone, make sure to vote for AI for an Eastern All-Star. Let's just see what happens.
The game of the week occurred in our very own Washed-Up World Cup. Enbraz USA faced off against the Pyros earlier tonight. Enbraz had no subsitutes and was missing its team captian due to food posioning (most likely sabotage by the Pyros). But then again, he's really only the captain because he has everyone's email address; but we missed him!
Pyros also had a full second line to match up against the battered and depleted Enbraz team. Enbraz was also missing one of its leading scorers due to an injury from last week's match.
Early in the first half, about 4 minutes in, Enbraz' star defenseman, JK-1, was maliciously boarded. For the rest of the night, he could not put much weight on his right leg due to a twisted knee. Stay tuned for MRI reports in the morning. Knowing that his team needed him, JK-1 refused to stop playing.
Enbraz went down 3-0, but refused to stop playing. JK-1, hobbling on one leg, played stellar defense, saving two goals right off the line.
By halftime, the score was 4-3. JK-1 continued to struggle, infuriating several Pyros players in a Raja Bell like manner. One frustrated Pyro went so far as to do the chest-bump-thingy and exclaim that JK-1 was "all over him!" JK-1 calmly replied, "You're just pissed because I took the ball away and then dribbled around you on one leg."
With three minutes left in the match and the score tied 5-5, JK-1 decided it was time to make his move. After dispossessing a Pyro at midfield, JK-1 sent a through pass to his striker and ran to the open spot in a classic give-and-go manuever. The pass was too strong and into the corner. Drat the inferior passing skills of JK-1's teammates!
Chasing the ball into the corner as fast as his disabled leg would take him, JK-1 regained possession of the ball and carried it back to the middle of the attacking third -- right into two defensemen! With a clever shoulder drop, followed by a fake shot (kind of like a deke, for you hockey fans), he split the two defenders. With precious little time to spare, he scanned the goal to ascertain the goaltender's position.
Fortunately, the goaltender was out of position! Instead of coverin the near post, he was smack in the middle of the goal. "Fool!" thought JK-1. JK-1 leaned heavy on his left (plant) foot as if to go far post, but put left-english on the ball to curve it into the near post. Gooooooaaaaaallllll!!!
Victory.
Now, at m wife's suggestion, I plan to take about two weeks off to rehab my aching knee.
Darth Guinness
Ahhh, my two loves in one name.
Part of the reason I’m writing this is because I want to see if any of the members of the Blue Milk Cult ever visit. I will now know who is truly loyal.
One of the things, though, that’s always got me thinking is how chemicals influence thought – not just beer, but all sorts of stuff. Endorphins. Lithium. Dopamine. Caffeine.
Yes, caffeine. Sometimes, I get up early just to be groggy and take a hit of coffee. That groggy-kind-of-awake feeling. Then, the crash; you’re kind of sleepy around mid-day and get a really deep, comfortable nap. Ahhh, napping – my boy still takes an afternoon nap and that’s what I do on Sunday afternoons after my “Washed Up World Cup” game.
Right now, though, I’m on the straight-and-narrow with the pregnant wife and all. She’s going to pop any day. Can’t be drunk for that, now. So, I’m down to a couple in the morning to stop the shakes and a few at night to get to sleep.
No … but it will be a good night out on St. Patrick’s Day because (hopefully) that’ll be about the time jk-3 is sleeping more than 2 hours at a time and we’ll be rollicking at the O’Ceallaigh’s Second Annual St. Patrick’s Day party. It’s a Saturday, so I think we’ll order a Jumping Castle for the kids.
This has been kind of a pointless entry.
Part of the reason I’m writing this is because I want to see if any of the members of the Blue Milk Cult ever visit. I will now know who is truly loyal.
One of the things, though, that’s always got me thinking is how chemicals influence thought – not just beer, but all sorts of stuff. Endorphins. Lithium. Dopamine. Caffeine.
Yes, caffeine. Sometimes, I get up early just to be groggy and take a hit of coffee. That groggy-kind-of-awake feeling. Then, the crash; you’re kind of sleepy around mid-day and get a really deep, comfortable nap. Ahhh, napping – my boy still takes an afternoon nap and that’s what I do on Sunday afternoons after my “Washed Up World Cup” game.
Right now, though, I’m on the straight-and-narrow with the pregnant wife and all. She’s going to pop any day. Can’t be drunk for that, now. So, I’m down to a couple in the morning to stop the shakes and a few at night to get to sleep.
No … but it will be a good night out on St. Patrick’s Day because (hopefully) that’ll be about the time jk-3 is sleeping more than 2 hours at a time and we’ll be rollicking at the O’Ceallaigh’s Second Annual St. Patrick’s Day party. It’s a Saturday, so I think we’ll order a Jumping Castle for the kids.
This has been kind of a pointless entry.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
A Family Tradition
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Notes from Deuce’s first Suns’ Game.
I was really only hoping to make it to half time, but we made it the whole game.
When we walked into the arena, he was in awe. He loved the lights, the big pictures of basketballs (he pointed them out to me), but, most of all, the evegators (his word for both elevators and escalators – since we’re in the nosebleed section, we need to take the escalators up).
He also likes tickets, due to Polar Express. He likes to give his ticket to the ticket-taker like in the movie. He gave his ticket to the ticket-taker-man – an older fellow either working part-time for fun or for his wife’s prescription co-pay. The fellow said, “I like your light-up shoes.” So, the boy, did his Happy Feet dance (like the penguin in the movie) to show the old fellow the lights.
He loved the introductions. According to him, “It got a little dark, then there was fire. The players did not get too close because it is very hot. You cannot touch the fire. After that, the game started.”
He’s a big fan of the Gorilla. Isn’t everyone? After the game, when I asked him, “What did the Gorilla do?” He says, “The Gorilla plays basketball.” During the game, he informed me that the Gorilla does not play soccer, nor does the Gorilla play football. Good to know.
He enjoys chanting, “De-Fense! De-Fense!” while pumping his fist in the air. He did it most of the car ride home.
As some of you may already know, he’s a big Steve Nash fan. Golden State was doing well and we needed a shot, so good old MV3 dribbles up and takes a SuperShot. He hits it and the fans jump out of their seats and cheer. Deuce jumps up, throws his hands in the air, and yells, “Yay! Steve Nash!” I’m not sure he knew it was Nash, but he knows to cheer for Nash. He could also tell that something good happened.
We’ve also been working on some of the other players’ names. Sometimes, when he knows the answer to a question, he’ll ask that question. For example, when he knows he’s going to Target (he loves that store), he says, “Where are we going?” I answer, “I don’t know. Where are we going?” and he responds, “We’re going to Target.”
So, on the ride home, he asked, “Who did we see play basketball?” I said, “I don’t know.” And, he started rattling off players’ names.
They included:
Steve Nash
Amamire (which, I believe, is supposed to be Amare Stoudemire)
Boris Diaw (easy to pronounce)
Shawn Airion (he just forget the “M”)
And, for some reason, he thought he saw Pat Burke played tonight
After hitting the concessions stand (the first time), we picked up some napkins. While there, a young (25 or so) couple saw us. The man said to the woman, “When we have kids, I’m going to get them a Steve Nash jersey like he [Deuce] has.”
I hope they get to have a boy who loves to wear his Steve Nash jersey.
I was really only hoping to make it to half time, but we made it the whole game.
When we walked into the arena, he was in awe. He loved the lights, the big pictures of basketballs (he pointed them out to me), but, most of all, the evegators (his word for both elevators and escalators – since we’re in the nosebleed section, we need to take the escalators up).
He also likes tickets, due to Polar Express. He likes to give his ticket to the ticket-taker like in the movie. He gave his ticket to the ticket-taker-man – an older fellow either working part-time for fun or for his wife’s prescription co-pay. The fellow said, “I like your light-up shoes.” So, the boy, did his Happy Feet dance (like the penguin in the movie) to show the old fellow the lights.
He loved the introductions. According to him, “It got a little dark, then there was fire. The players did not get too close because it is very hot. You cannot touch the fire. After that, the game started.”
He’s a big fan of the Gorilla. Isn’t everyone? After the game, when I asked him, “What did the Gorilla do?” He says, “The Gorilla plays basketball.” During the game, he informed me that the Gorilla does not play soccer, nor does the Gorilla play football. Good to know.
He enjoys chanting, “De-Fense! De-Fense!” while pumping his fist in the air. He did it most of the car ride home.
As some of you may already know, he’s a big Steve Nash fan. Golden State was doing well and we needed a shot, so good old MV3 dribbles up and takes a SuperShot. He hits it and the fans jump out of their seats and cheer. Deuce jumps up, throws his hands in the air, and yells, “Yay! Steve Nash!” I’m not sure he knew it was Nash, but he knows to cheer for Nash. He could also tell that something good happened.
We’ve also been working on some of the other players’ names. Sometimes, when he knows the answer to a question, he’ll ask that question. For example, when he knows he’s going to Target (he loves that store), he says, “Where are we going?” I answer, “I don’t know. Where are we going?” and he responds, “We’re going to Target.”
So, on the ride home, he asked, “Who did we see play basketball?” I said, “I don’t know.” And, he started rattling off players’ names.
They included:
Steve Nash
Amamire (which, I believe, is supposed to be Amare Stoudemire)
Boris Diaw (easy to pronounce)
Shawn Airion (he just forget the “M”)
And, for some reason, he thought he saw Pat Burke played tonight
After hitting the concessions stand (the first time), we picked up some napkins. While there, a young (25 or so) couple saw us. The man said to the woman, “When we have kids, I’m going to get them a Steve Nash jersey like he [Deuce] has.”
I hope they get to have a boy who loves to wear his Steve Nash jersey.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
A Third Way
Don't fight, don't give in, but win.
I learned this stuff in high school. If anyone's got further clarification, it would be appreciated.
Walk the Extra Mile
Roman law only allowed soldiers to force a non-citizen to carry the soldier's armor for one mile. Recall that there were mile markers on every road -- the Romans found that stuff very important. Anyway, the law was there to make sure that the Romans didn't entirely piss off the subjugated populations. Recall that one of the Colonists' beefs with the English was the law allowing the British Army to sleep in a colonist's house, i.e., "quartering" -- there is even an amendment forbidding quartering (the third, if memory serves).
So, imagine this: A Roman soldier forces a Jew to carry his armor for a mile. They hit the mile marker and the Roman says, "Okay, you're free to go," but the Jew keeps walking with the solder's armor. Now, imagine the soldier chasing the Jew down the road so as not to get in trouble with his superior officer.
Turn the Other Cheek
Back in the day, there were "norms" about whom you could slap and how you could slap them. A back-handed, aka "bitch slap" was reserved for those giving the worst of insults to the worst of society. For some reason, you could open-hand slap a peer or an okay guy.
So, you get slapped on one cheek (which causes your face to move) and you immediately turn so that the guy can bitch-slap your other cheek. "Come on, I dare you."
There are alternatives to fighting. Kill'em with kindness.
I learned this stuff in high school. If anyone's got further clarification, it would be appreciated.
Walk the Extra Mile
Roman law only allowed soldiers to force a non-citizen to carry the soldier's armor for one mile. Recall that there were mile markers on every road -- the Romans found that stuff very important. Anyway, the law was there to make sure that the Romans didn't entirely piss off the subjugated populations. Recall that one of the Colonists' beefs with the English was the law allowing the British Army to sleep in a colonist's house, i.e., "quartering" -- there is even an amendment forbidding quartering (the third, if memory serves).
So, imagine this: A Roman soldier forces a Jew to carry his armor for a mile. They hit the mile marker and the Roman says, "Okay, you're free to go," but the Jew keeps walking with the solder's armor. Now, imagine the soldier chasing the Jew down the road so as not to get in trouble with his superior officer.
Turn the Other Cheek
Back in the day, there were "norms" about whom you could slap and how you could slap them. A back-handed, aka "bitch slap" was reserved for those giving the worst of insults to the worst of society. For some reason, you could open-hand slap a peer or an okay guy.
So, you get slapped on one cheek (which causes your face to move) and you immediately turn so that the guy can bitch-slap your other cheek. "Come on, I dare you."
There are alternatives to fighting. Kill'em with kindness.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Oh, no! They're Flandersesses!
Just because I don't want to forget.
There's a Simpsons episode where Ned Flanders almost baptizes Maggie. Of course, Marge and Homer don't want Maggie to be a Flanders in God's eye. So, Homer goes to save her. Right now, I could use Homer's help.
I took Deuce shopping today. When the automatic door opened, he walked through and said, "Thank you, door." Just like Rod and Tod walking into the Kwik-E-Mart.
Save me, Homer!
There's a Simpsons episode where Ned Flanders almost baptizes Maggie. Of course, Marge and Homer don't want Maggie to be a Flanders in God's eye. So, Homer goes to save her. Right now, I could use Homer's help.
I took Deuce shopping today. When the automatic door opened, he walked through and said, "Thank you, door." Just like Rod and Tod walking into the Kwik-E-Mart.
Save me, Homer!
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