Haven't checked in for a couple of weeks, largely because of life and it's many accessories. Been writing a bit, without terribly much inspiration or leeway, but pecking away nevertheless. I once had an English professor who compared writing to, well, diarrhea - you just gotta get it out there, and it ain't always pretty. Still, I'm determined to finish the (Next) Great American Novel...by 2014.
Took McKenzie camping last weekend, a 24-hour getaway to Bastrop with five other dads and their lil'uns (10 all told). Have to report that, for a kid/princess who sleeps with a rhinestone-speckled eye mask. goes through multiple costume changes a day and rarely leaves the house without pearls, she hung in there pretty well. True, she was a bit mortified when I told her to go squat in the woods - "Dad, that's just gross" - but she went fishing (no luck), roasted marshmallows, told a non-sensical ghost story around the campfire and took three slugs out of a beer. Not bad for a rookie.
She did, however, manage to break the zipper on our tent 'door' as we hit the sack. If you recall, it was a bit chilly on Saturday night - 28 degrees. Together, we slept like a s'more.
Asked Jenn if she would want to go as a family sometime. I received the same look as in '99, when we were driving home from our first and only camping trip together. We were dating then - courting - and she seemed adequately keen on the idea of a camping trip. So we got a fancy tent and the fixings and went on an overnight stay with friends. I thought it was a blast; Jenn, apparently not so much. Seems camping is a dating, not a married, thing. Bait, if you will, like the time she told me she would "love to" learn to play golf...
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
new day
Why anybody would want to be president - in general and in these times in particular - is beyond me. Me, I often got flustered waiting tables at the Black Eyed Pea, circa 1988.
But Barrack Obama - or Rocko O-ba-ba, as McKenzie calls him - seems an energetic, optimistic sort, and, though I still think the task is too tall for any one man to see over, we could certainly use an injection of hope. Time waits on his legacy, but, regardless of the direction I cast my vote, I wish the guy luck.
Travis County is decidedly Obama Country, and my little gym is a microcosm of such. I try to steer away from political speak around my hut, but I do have to admit that, though I took part in the process, we, as Texans, really played essentially no role whatsoever in the election results. If McCain was your guy, then as a Texan, you were a winner because the Lone Star State went red. But, wait, your guy got trounced in the big picture. If you gave Obama the nod, then your state lost, collected nary an electoral vote, but your man won.
To me, seems like Texas was a little-used kid in the team photo of the league champions. He gets the trophy, sure, gets to flash the 'we're number one' finger in the team shot and all, but he didn't play much.
But Barrack Obama - or Rocko O-ba-ba, as McKenzie calls him - seems an energetic, optimistic sort, and, though I still think the task is too tall for any one man to see over, we could certainly use an injection of hope. Time waits on his legacy, but, regardless of the direction I cast my vote, I wish the guy luck.
Travis County is decidedly Obama Country, and my little gym is a microcosm of such. I try to steer away from political speak around my hut, but I do have to admit that, though I took part in the process, we, as Texans, really played essentially no role whatsoever in the election results. If McCain was your guy, then as a Texan, you were a winner because the Lone Star State went red. But, wait, your guy got trounced in the big picture. If you gave Obama the nod, then your state lost, collected nary an electoral vote, but your man won.
To me, seems like Texas was a little-used kid in the team photo of the league champions. He gets the trophy, sure, gets to flash the 'we're number one' finger in the team shot and all, but he didn't play much.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Prayers and pigskin
Each night, when I lay my head to sleep, I say a set of standard prayers. Been saying them for years, virtually the same spiel, and could recite them in my sleep. I could add a few ammendums, however, such as:
* Please Lord, make McKenzie stop dancing like a Pussycat Doll. She's 7.
* Please Lord, make McKenzie stop treating McCoy like a P.O.W.
* Please Lord, don't ever let me be as hairy, concave and generally goofy as Chevy Chase before I jump into a swimming pool with a supermodel.
* Please Lord, let McCoy someday say something other than 'ball.'
* And thank you Lord, for letting the election come tomorrow.
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Exciting stuff on Saturday. While I was pulling for the 'Horns - okay, I admit it, I have a man crush on Colt McCoy - I still would have felt a little bad for the Red Raiders had they blown it. Even the most diehard Orangeblood would have to concede that TT look more prepared, more inspired and probably deserved to win. I guess it's the West Texan in me...
(A sincere apology goes out to the 117-pound busboy at Matt's El Rancho, where we took in the game. When Blake Gideon made the late 'interception,' I jumped on the poor kid's back and galloped him around the joint. Wait, he dropped it?)
Take heart, though, Horns faithful. In the same week last season, Ohio State lost to Illinois and was given up for dead. A couple months later, they were getting pounded by LSU in the national championship game. Lotta football left to play and upsets to be found, so keep the faith...
* Please Lord, make McKenzie stop dancing like a Pussycat Doll. She's 7.
* Please Lord, make McKenzie stop treating McCoy like a P.O.W.
* Please Lord, don't ever let me be as hairy, concave and generally goofy as Chevy Chase before I jump into a swimming pool with a supermodel.
* Please Lord, let McCoy someday say something other than 'ball.'
* And thank you Lord, for letting the election come tomorrow.
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Exciting stuff on Saturday. While I was pulling for the 'Horns - okay, I admit it, I have a man crush on Colt McCoy - I still would have felt a little bad for the Red Raiders had they blown it. Even the most diehard Orangeblood would have to concede that TT look more prepared, more inspired and probably deserved to win. I guess it's the West Texan in me...
(A sincere apology goes out to the 117-pound busboy at Matt's El Rancho, where we took in the game. When Blake Gideon made the late 'interception,' I jumped on the poor kid's back and galloped him around the joint. Wait, he dropped it?)
Take heart, though, Horns faithful. In the same week last season, Ohio State lost to Illinois and was given up for dead. A couple months later, they were getting pounded by LSU in the national championship game. Lotta football left to play and upsets to be found, so keep the faith...
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