tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20459829098128852422012-02-16T00:12:39.139-08:00Evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03305680547241798979noreply@blogger.comBlogger4171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045982909812885242.post-15345912049877208722011-09-08T11:18:00.000-07:002011-09-08T11:21:09.271-07:00

Did anyone watch the GOP debate last night? I did, and I'm determined to rant and rave about it, so if that's not your thing then tune out until the next post. :) It wasn't terrible as debates go, and there were some things at play that made it worth watching, like it being Rick Perry's debut. As I watched it there were plenty of dull moments, plenty of canned lines, and several moments that

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Today has been a long one! Most of the excitement has died down; The Wife is resting at the hospital, I'm waiting for the in-laws to look after The Boy so I can head back, and The Baby seems to be just fine. Thank you all for your support and for following along. There was some kind of screw-up with the mobile blogging and the official announcement post didn't make it out initially. Oh well.

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Daniel O'Bannon Rowley was born at 12:35 pm, he weighs 8 pounds, 5 ounces, 21 inches long and he's perfect in every way (albeit a little prune-ish).

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Apparently it's a very busy day here. Still in a holding pattern waiting for the baby catchers (I picture clumsy fat men with nets like in Heathcliff cartoons).

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It's crazy how many people are just cruising around while I wait for my invitation into the op room. They're so calm because THEY aren't having a kid in minutes

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Daddy's all scrubbed up! Let's do this baby thing folks. Next post should be the big announcement. Things will be happening too fast to post, I'm afraid.

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30 minutes until The Wife goes under the knife. We're about to do the anesthesia thing. Here goes nuthin'

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Off to the hospital we go. The Boy is at a friend's house and we will soon be a family of four. Whoa.

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I spent last night reading the posts before, during, and after Jack's birth. Those were good times. Becoming a parent is pretty magical, and I'm guessing that welcoming a second child is going to be similarly amazing. I haven't quite grasped the fact that we are going to be a family of four in a few hours. I'm unprepared emotionally and physically, and I've got a feeling that this one is

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The finish line is in sight, and we are aware of the finish line only because this little parasite we will soon call "son" has decided he has no interest in moving. Thus, the powers-that-be have decided that The Wife will indeed have a c-section. This will be happening tomorrow at noon CST. I'm fairly certain that this time around won't be quite as enthralling as last time. As you may

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I think most people think of a pregnancy as being nine months long. I think most women above the age of twenty think of it as forty weeks. The Wife is thirteen days overdue with no signs of changing any time soon, which is essentially forty-two weeks, which is dangerously close to a tenth month. Did I mention we were aware of this pregnancy as soon as scientifically possible? So we've been

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The Boy and I have a new routine for days that I'm not at work (I took today off because I can't get any work done with the anticipation of Baby Boy #2's arrival): 1) wash the car at the self-wash place (he LOVES it when I spray his window), 2) go to Chick-fil-a and get some nuggets, chocolate milk, and a fruit cup, 3) go to Academy Sports to wander around, try on football helmets, bounce balls,

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...lighting a firecracker, watching the fuse burn down, then having it fail to explode. The result is that you let your guard down, or maybe not your guard, just that preparedness for the explosion (or is that my guard?). And then... BOOM!! I was all ready for kid number two, but this waiting has distracted me from what is to come. I'm focused on the waiting and not the coming explosion. I think

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So... Mary is overdue, one week tomorrow. The poor thing must spend half of her day either bouncing on an exercise ball or walking, just trying to shake Baby #2 out. We finally broke our string of days over 100 degrees out here; yesterday it only got up to 93. That's the first time since June 29th... yes, that means the entire month of July was 100+ out here. Tomorrow she goes to the doctor

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I'm totally boiling over right now with thoughts on this whole GOP nomination race, but I don't want to go all Vesuvius on the blog right before I begin coverage of NewBaby's arrival. I'm torn. My thought is that prior to Thursday's big debate in Iowa I'm going to go through each of the candidates and jot down a few thoughts and questions I'd pose to each (is that wishful self-importance??).

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And no, it's not happening now, which may not be great news if you're The Wife dealing with highs of 109, but I think we'll be waiting a while. Stay tuned!

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Just a test run before baby #2 arrives. Once again I'll be providing rapid updates of what's happening on the blog. I think it'll be better than using FaceBook.

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I get chills watching fireworks while listening to the anthem... even if it's just on TV. That was the extent of our fireworking this year; we didn't even hear our neighbors fire off anything... not even a firecracker. Weird, and I live in Texas!I've gone on record many times about my love of the 4th of July and why. In fact, some my best blog posts ever (in my opinion) were reserved for this

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I'm pretty certain few would notice if I didn't say anything, but I have finally updated my enormity tracker in the upper right corner there. Prior to the current status, the last update was in February and it was at 199.5. What the enormity tracker didn't tell you was that after February it would have shown an extra dozen pounds or so; thankfully, I have regained control of myself for now and

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When we put The Boy to bed, whether for a nap or for the night, we sing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" as a lullaby. I'm sure there are plenty of good reasons, but the fact that it's just plain awesome should suffice for now. Well, since we're Padres fans, the fifth line of the song in our house finishes "...for the Padres," The Boy in his infinite cuteness translates "Padres" to "pahbees." So

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To celebrate our 4th anniversary, the three of us spent the weekend in Galveston. We knew we had to drive to wherever we were going to go, and it's pretty much the only place within driving distance that we had never gone. The whole weekend was pretty illuminating, and I was surprised (in good and bad ways) by most of it. For starters, the drive through East Texas on the way to Houston is

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Summer blockbusters are right around the corner, and I'm pretty stoked about it. I must have spent about half an hour watching trailers this morning. It appears that I'll have a movie to see nearly every week for a few months. So, I give you my list:May 6 - Thor - I can't miss a Marvel movie, and this one actually looks pretty decent.May 20 - Pirates of the Carribean - I know, the last two sucked

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There's some serious madness going on at the pumps these days, and there's even more madness being spewed on how to solve the problem. Let's get some really quick and simple myth-busting out of the way right up front. BHO says that oil companies shouldn't be profiting while we're struggling to keep up with increased gas prices, and that in response we should eliminate government subsidies for

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Now that the whole Shutdown drama is long gone, good times are ahead. We're heading to SLC this week for me to run the SLC Marathon with my brothers and to see The Wife's family. If anyone still reads this thing and will be in Utah, then let me know because it would be great to see some folks. I dare say that my people are underrepresented on the itinerary thus far. Oh, and in the interest of

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I've been thinking a lot about the looming government shutdown lately, mostly because whether or not I have to go to work on Monday depends on what the idiots in Washington, D.C. decide to do. I'm going to spare you as much of my anger as possible, and keep it simple. We are in this mess because the Democrats in congress and the President wanted us to be in this mess. In 2010 the Democrats

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Finding out that Newbaby is a boy has launched the process of picking out a name, which I've decided is one of the most stressful things two people can do. It's such a dang minefield. For one, it's a total power play between spouses whether it's admitted or not, and in the end a big part of the decision is a matter of taste, which always means that there is no "right" answer. I'm sure this is why

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Who's got two thumbs and just learned that he supplied the Y-chromosome... again?This guy! That's right, it's a boy! Poor kid is destined for a life of hand-me-downs.

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Well, it's not really insomnia if you can't sleep because of your idiot neighbors and their thumping bass is it? Either way, I'm awake, and it's about 2am, so I'm feeling a little crotchety. The internet is out of interesting news, and when I run out of news stories I (unfortunately) read comments about news stories. I'm pretty certain this is always a mistake. It should come as no surprise

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I felt like blogging again, which is to say that I'm pretty sure The Wife would (did?) get tired of hearing everything that's on my mind these days. I've decided to make life a littler easier on anyone reading along by restricting any and all posts to one of three categories: Family, Food, and Ranting.Chalk this one up to category #3, I guess. The Oscars were decent this year, but mostly

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In honor of Halloween, I thought I'd share a scary realization I just had. (Prepare to be underwhelmed and perhaps even bored.)Say your gross household earnings are $75,000 per year; this would qualify you for about $1,750 in total home costs per month (using the 28% method, which also assumes your other debts combined with your home payments don't amount to more than 36% of that $75k we started

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1) Even if you take the Obama administration's word for it, that his stimulus saved or created 3.5 million jobs (which you'd almost have to be a hopeless partisan to do), that means that each one of those saved or created jobs cost taxpayers $233,000 apiece. You don't have to be a right-wing nut job or a tea-partying deficit hawk to realize that dollar figure is a problem, not a solution. 2)

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Occasionally I allow myself to indulge in a little intellectual snobbery. This sort of thing isn't new to any of you, I imagine. Sometimes The Wife even joins me as we make sport of people and their malapropisms (and other just plain stupid things they say). Usually it's just funny, but certain things have become so common that people think that they're correct, and that needs to stop. Since

Evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03305680547241798979noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045982909812885242.post-72511857137218016202010-10-02T18:50:00.001-07:002011-03-06T00:35:07.137-08:00

As I suspected (in my previous post), the return of beautiful weather has had a dramatic effect on my mood. Central Texas in the early Fall is amazing; the only thing that leaves it slightly behind San Diego is the lack of an ocean breeze. I'm serious, it's that great. So that's the backdrop of my great day...Actually, yesterday's events put a ceiling on how great today could have been, which

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I just needed to write something to say that I posted in September.I'd write more but I just finished watching Rachel Maddow in all her Olbermann-esque glory spout off a bunch of really stupid stuff about how scary it would be if the GOP tried to privatize VA healthcare. Calling it their "agenda," and showing a bunch of clips of candidates and sitting politicians mentioning efforts to privatize

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Controversy, here we come!I've been thinking about this one for a while, and now that we've got a Presidential take on things (as well as the predictable reaction) I think it's safe for me to weigh in. Sifting through everyone's opinions has been a relatively easy task because everyone either falls predictably too far left or too far right, and they make no attempt at hiding it. What is now

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Peggy Noonan wrote a thoughtful piece on how, for the first time ever, American's feel like their children's lives will be worse than theirs. She went on to talk about our growing pessimism as a nation and what it means. Thumbing through our latest Entertainment Weekly it's clear that we're in trouble. Here are the five top-rated TV shows from last week:1- America's Got TalentT-2- NCIST-2-

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This is what happens when your son is too tall, and a gigantic salad bowl is on the table.

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Last night Jack started to cough in his crib, which is nothing new, and so we waited to see if it would wake him up and whether he'd go back to sleep by himself. Unfortunately, amid the coughing I heard the poor kid vomit... a lot. Without getting too detailed, he pretty much emptied his gut with the first go 'round, and then spent the next couple hours heaving. He went back to bed around

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I know, I know... I don't blog anymore, and when I do it's not so much worth reading. I blame Facebook and my hum-drum life. However, I plan to right this ship. So here's the line-up for the near future (in no particular order):-Overpaid Government Employees(?)-Housebreaking Our Puppy-The Boy Turns 1-My iPhone 4 Dilemma-Inception and Opinions-Food, Food, and More FoodIn the interim, here are

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"(Independence Day) ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations from one end of this continent to the other from this time forward forever more."-John AdamsFrankly, I don't think I could capture my feelings any better than I did last year; little has changed. We remain fortunate to live in a nation whose foundation is freedom.

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This morning instead of working out I headed off to wait in line for my shot at an iPhone 4. I woke up a half hour early (4:30am) as if it were Christmas morning. When I arrived I was #39 in line, and then when you factor in all the unethical "spot savers" I probably fell back to about #50. thankfully the guy next to me had the inside scoop and told me that they had 60 phones for the morning

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Father's Day is always bittersweet for me. 9 years ago, tomorrow, my Dad died--just a few weeks after it was discovered he had brain cancer. It's quite a combination of feelings when 1) we set aside a day to turn our hearts toward Fathers, 2) my Father isn't around these days, and 3) in fact he passed away on or near Father's Day. On the other hand, it's much easier for me to appreciate how

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Daddy is getting a raise! I'll have more to say about this later, since my ilk and I (government employees) are getting pilloried by fiscal conservatives/deficit hawks/Tea Partiers/anyone without a job. Buuuut... for now can I just say that I'm thrilled to be getting it? I know the economy sucks and people don't want to hear about other people's good news, so I'm sorry for mentioning it if

Evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03305680547241798979noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045982909812885242.post-29065932690779429172010-06-05T08:50:00.000-07:002010-06-05T09:07:22.933-07:00

I hope this isn't part of some three-part loss of my sports heroes going on. John Wooden, the Wizard of Westwood, the greatest coach ever at any level, in any sport, and probably one of the greatest human beings the last century saw, died yesterday. There aren't enough superlatives to describe his impact on UCLA, basketball, and sports in general. If that wasn't enough, he was a sterling

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I hope I didn't disappoint anyone who decided to read this full post thinking it contained pictures of my kid. Sometimes there are things that need to be discussed more than my son. In this case, I'm referring to the greatest baseball player of my generation. Ken Griffey, Jr. announced his retirement yesterday, and it made me feel old. When my love of baseball began, there was nothing cooler

Evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03305680547241798979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045982909812885242.post-20953086670457460252010-05-31T20:00:00.001-07:002010-06-01T04:33:37.464-07:00

Spike TV is running a marathon of Band of Brothers today for Memorial Day. I just watched the episode where they come upon a Nazi death camp, and it brought me to tears to think of the horrific things that have happened in this world; then what was even more moving was to think about those who suffered through it or witnessed the horror and carried that with them throughout their lives. I'm

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6:45am - woke up to the sounds of The Boy jabbering to himself in his crib. That's 6:45, i.e. over an hour later than usual, which means Daddy got an extra two hours of sleep. 7:25am - got out of bed, because The Wife took the early shift today (in return for me taking the early shift yesterday, as well as doing the night routine solo on Saturday night).7:30am - realized that I am now

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Don't get me wrong, there's a lot I like about our current whereabouts. In fact, I sing its praises far more than I ever imagined myself doing. But...This month, the local publication "The Wacoan" published their "Best of" issue. Since we haven't really tried that hard to experience all Waco has to offer, it's a nice way for us to see what else is out there. Naturally we gravitate to the

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Supreme Court nominee Elena Kagan vs. Jon Lovitz

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FIrst of all, Yahoo had a link on their front page about baby names; naturally, I checked it out. The bad news is that Aiden, Braden, and Jayden are still way high on the list (sorry to all those moms who named one of their sons that!). More bad news is that one of our leading contenders for a girl is now Top Ten, which kind of sucks. However, I have a top 50 name... who knew?! Also good news

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I'm having one of those "It's so freaking awesome to be married and have a kid!!!" days. I love those. Visits from family, pizza, and afternoon naps probably help keep that mood alive, too. Life is good.

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So now AZ has amended its law to say that "lawful contact" is only when someone is already in contact with an officer upon suspicion for another offense, and they further tweaked it to protect even more against racial profiling. At this point I'm wondering why all the demonstrations against it. I don't see what's bad about the law. Sure it's being demonized, but I'm kind of shocked people are

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By now I'm pretty sure everyone is up to speed on what's happening in Arizona. Depending on which ear you hear your news in (left or right, people... get it?) Arizona either passed a bigoted law led by anti-Mexican animus that will lead to racial profiling, or Arizona took a necessary step to secure its border from the illegal immigrant onslaught. Hopefully we can all agree that the truth is

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It's not quite the same when you wake up to a fussy boy, and then have to quickly run the math through your head, "Should I put him right back to sleep? If I get up with him, when will his nap be? We can get to church at 9am if I get him back to sleep by 7am." All of this has to be decided the minute he wakes up, which is complicated by the fact that it's 5am and my brain isn't working. So I

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That's what I get when I listen to audio archives of General Conference, which I'm finally downloading right now. I can't believe I've waited this long since they've been available. Work has been unnecessarily stressful, and the unnecessary part makes it that much more aggravating, so I could have used the added measure of peace last week. Regardless, I encourage one and all to take a listen.

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"Salad days" is an idiomatic expression, referring to a youthful time, accompanied by the inexperience, enthusiasm, idealism, innocence, or indiscretion that one associates with a young person. Thank you, Wikipedia.This week, The Wife and I went veggie. Inspired by the fruits of our "holiday" binge, we desperately needed a way to feel like we were doing our bodies good. Fortuitously, this

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Yet another chapter in the Diary of a Fat Man...I woke up this morning with a burning/tingling sensation on the outside of my lower right thigh. The rest of my leg feels fine, but that part feels kinda like a bad sunburn, but without as much of the burn sensation. Anyway, I briefly indulged my inner cyberchondriac and the first (and most likely) search result was meralgia parasthetica, which is

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My 2-year old niece (who just learned to count to 10) said to me as we left, with the complete sincerity only 2-year olds have, "Seven, do you want a kiss?"

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It's snowing and in the 30s in Salt Lake City; meanwhile it's sunny and in the 80s deep in the heart of Texas. Let's go ahead and cross SLC off the short list.

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I just love that he crawled under there himself, then flipped around to chew on his chair. Awesome.

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I'll try to cut to the chase. I figure there are three things worth discussing about the whole thing: The Process, The Bill, and The Spin.The ProcessI hope no one out there at this point thinks the way this thing got passed is anything but horrendous. The idea that only results matter is asinine, considering our whole nation was founded on process (see Constitution, The). I also wonder how

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There's more to come on this, so check back later today, but in keeping with the title (and because I need to tend to The Boy right now) I'm going to have to punt on the remainder of this post. Sor-ry.. . .Okay, now where was I?Ah, big changes. As I'm sure the granddaddy of all "change"-ophiles could tell you, big changes are never easy and they take a lot of time, planning, and effort. (I'll

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Dear Wal*Mart, Your patrons are FAR too stupid to make self-check lines a good idea. Please spare us all and hire more cashiers.

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They got rid of this chick before I had a chance to point out who she reminds me of.And America dumped the wrong dudes. I don't feel too bad about Todrick, but Tim has gots to go! Dude should be fronting a church band. Come to think of it he probably already does.

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Forgive me while I 1) speak in generalities (for anonymity's sake), and 2) complain about work. A "client" recently requested a copy of his file from my employer. This is nothing new, and we were happy to oblige. Soon after sending off a copy of his file, we receive a request for a benefit payment for a burn injury. It turns out that pouring gasoline into the carburetor of a hot engine isn't

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As you can see on the sidebar, I'm almost on the right side of the Mendoza Line. By the end of this week there will finally be a 1 at the front of my weight. That is a giant (or should I say "obese?") sigh of relief. I imagine that I'd be there by now if my "cheat day" splurge wasn't a pint of Ben & Jerry's Imagine Whirled Peace, which is still the best flavor there is! Try it!! Actually, I

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Never in a million years would I have expected myself to enjoy (this much) having my 7-month old son chew on my forehead, cheek, nose, and chin. The forehead is actually the funniest one. He doesn't have teeth yet, so that's a plus, but boy does he drool. At first it seemed like just a cute gesture of affection and curiosity, but now--like all shrewd parents?--I'm realizing that his

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The other day The Wife rightfully pointed out that she was coming into her own as a Stay-at-Home Mom (she may have said housewife, or just wife; I can't remember). I had to concur, and was grateful to be able to do so. It seems like now that Jack is growing up and some of the shock (the bad kind, not the good kind) has worn off, we're more able to run the show. Initially I think we were both

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Before answering a single question at the Dog & Pony Show on February 25th, AKA Obama's faux bipartisan healthcare forum, GOP congressional leaders need to ask a simple question and then point out the obvious. Something like this:Since several sources have already leaked that Pelosi and Reid have decided they are going to push the already-passed House and Senate healthcare bills through

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The carnage.The culprit.

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I guess that's not really a sound. How about "This is what me caving in looks like..."

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Goal #1 is within reach. Two more weeks Sixteen more days, five more pounds. Tangible results make staying committed so much easier. Gotta go!

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After last month's complete abstention from all things unhealthy, I dropped 8 pounds without any exercise. Yep, that's how bad the holidays were. On February 1st I welcomed Tony Horton back into my living room in hopes of reprising last summer's slim-down. So after a week of nearly crippling workouts (for someone as out of shape as I am) and total adherence to the P90X eating plan I managed to

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This morning, after she was snoozing a little more than her fair share, I awakened The Wife, who promptly realized that she was now running behind, sprang from the bed, and declared "I hate being awake." I'm quite certain she meant it. Lately I feel the same way; I'm becoming someone who likes to sleep in, which is unheard of for me. My work schedule is slated to undergo some serious changes

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So we rented (500) Days of Summer tonight, and I think it's safe to say that we both loved it. However, it put me in such a weird, reflective/emotional place. It just made me recall all the ups and downs of adolescence, and believe you me I was a roller-coaster. Maybe it was because my parents split when I was 13, or maybe I was always one of those rare/weird dudes who seemed to think in terms

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I'll cover the rest of it later, but for now all I can say is that for a sitting President to say what he said about the Supreme Court during the State of the Union address was one of the most brazen and uncomely thing I've ever seen a President do. I think he knew it when he said it, too, which is why the transcript of the speech differs from what he actually said. Watching him say that the

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Early this morning I felt--for the first of what will surely become many times--how heavy a small child can be when he's completely asleep. Jack isn't feeling too great right now; he had his 6-month shots and we also had to give his dangle an extra tug (a little bit of adhesion if you know what I mean), which I'd cry about, too. So he's pretty uncomfortable right now and making plenty of

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I have become an ardent fan of David Brooks, columnist for the NYT. He is to Conservatism what Candidate Obama was to Liberalism: a cool head that gets the bigger issues, speaks plainly, and avoids gross overstatement. His columns are incredibly fair, chastise his "side" as much as the "other side," and somehow manage to form some sort of ideological consensus without sounding like equivocation

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Just a quick note about "judicial activism:"In my somewhat educated opinion there are two forms of "judicial activism," the first is when a court creates law from the bench, typically by creating "rights" that never existed except as "penumbras, formed by emanations" of actual Constitutional rights. The second form of "activism" is when a court will take what could be a narrow question/issue and

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This guy is crawling... somewhat. He is scooting forward off of his knees, and we think he's got it figured out. [I'm guessing it will take another few weeks for him to really put it all together.] Go figure that his motivation appears to have been the remote control. Jack is a true American. ;)I'm home sick from work so I got to witness his second effort, The Wife alerted me after the first

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[At the behest of The Wife I'm going to bold the essential parts so the light readers can freely ignore my verbosity. Don't say I don't think of you, the readers.]I'd say "hallelujah" but I worry that cultish devotion to a politician is part of our nation's problem, not the solution. Folks from both (of the far-) sides of the political spectrum will rush to define what Scott Brown's election

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I have left the ranks of the clinically obese. Granted, one's BMI is essentially an arbitrary number that doesn't apply all that well to everyone but I consider it a moral victory. I was obese... that's almost incomprehensible to me. Anyway, that makes 6 pounds down from New Year's Day so far, due solely to what I eat; actually, it's more about what I don't eat. Maybe it's both? There's been

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The birthday girl, and the half-birthday boy. Awww.Yesterday, The Wife joined me in old age! Congrats on hitting 30 with grace, babe. It's all downhill from here. ;)Actually, I'm sure it was not all that she dreamed of and more. We're all still sick, and she and Jack are competing for the crown of who can be the sickest in the house, which is a double-whammy for her because guess

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In your recipe for sauteed zucchini, when you said to slice my 4 medium sized zucchini into 1/4-inch slices (resulting in approximately 20 slices per zucchini) and eventually add them all to a large skillet, just how large a skillet were you contemplating? Because just one of the zucchini, when prepared as you stated, created a single layer in my 10-inch skillet. Should I have created a mound

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Jack is sick, I'm sick, and The Wife is sick. We've probably all got the same thing, it would make sense, but each of us is manifesting in slightly different ways. I'm coughing up stuff, The Wife has a sore throat, and The Boy is a heaping pile of snot. Here's why snot sucks: You try to put the kid to bed, but he's too snotty to fall asleep with a pacifier in his mouth. So you decide to suck

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Gentle readers, when I started this blog I had no idea that one of the primary themes--if not the primary theme--would be the rollercoaster that is my weight. I truly think this is karma really sticking it to me for those years in high school where I made fun of the fat guys on my football team. So here we are again: I'm gigantic, and thus my quest to shed weight begins anew. This year, The

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Forgive me while I wade briefly into the cynical side of The Pants. In the past year we've seen/heard/read a whole lot of finger-pointing from the folks (across the entire political spectrum) in Washington who purportedly represent us. This is a snippet of what I'm talking about."It is telling that (the other guys) and others seem to be more focused on criticizing (us, the good guys) than

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Perhaps the most rewarding gift we received for CHristmas was a package of hot chocolate and two packages of Tim Tams. Apparently Tim Tams are "Australia's favorite cookie." I can see why. This is no ordinary cookie, my friends. If you have not experienced this, you're in for a treat. If you have, then shame on you for not sharing this with me. You take a Tim Tam, we tried the chocolate

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(I had to give a nod to my heritage, now let's talk about Christmas)Baby's first Christmas. Well, I feel a bit sheepish because I have proclaimed for years the folly of those who spend money on kids for birthdays and holidays when the kid would be equally entertained with a potato. Although I still think there are better uses of money, especially when we're talking about expensive gifts for

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So guess who gets to go to work today for 4 hours; that's right, me. It's actually pretty cool that it's only 4 hours, and I don't have to use vacation time. The good news and bad news is that work is going to be a ghost town today, and rightfully so. I could either get lots of work done or be so trunky that I can't function. On the one hand it's been pretty lame working all week, and even a

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Considering we're only 4 days from Christmas, I've been extraordinarily conflicted of late. Part of me wants to relish in the season where we celebrate the birth of the Savior, when we say "Peace on Earth, and good will toward men," and sometimes people really mean it! The other part of me, the hopelessly human part of me, sees so much wrong with where this world, this country in particular is

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That the overwhelming majority of holiday traditions mentioned in the last post (to include the comments, of course) revolve around food provides a fitting segue to this post. At no other time than the holidays is it more obvious how food brings people together, creates warmth and good feelings, provides lasting memories, and becomes a labor of love. I realized the power of food soon after

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I've come to realize that holiday traditions are possibly the best part about the holidays. I know that's a little bit of circular reasoning there, but what I mean is that I've become a huge fan of the unique things that different people or families do to celebrate different holidays. Our friend Jenny's family does this thing where all the ladies get together and bake tons of tasty stuff, which

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Christmas music is now playing at every restaurant and mall, and as far as I can tell, in everyone's car. I keep hearing Wham! sing the song "Last Christmas" and every time I hear it I can't help but ask just one question: How was anyone surprised by the fact (when it became very public in 1998) that George Michael is gay? Am I right, or was everyone else not surprised? Or was the surprise only

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Ol' man Jack has reached the venerable age of 5 months old, and it seems like it happened really quickly. Then again, it also seems like we've had him forever; I can hardly remember not having him, and it's even harder for me to picture myself five months ago (there have been some drastic changes, trust me, but that's for another post). Anyway, you are all overdue for a What's Happenin' with

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We made it out to Southern California for the last week of November, and it was glorious! It took me the following week to fully digest how great it was. The Wife has already discussed this over on her blog, so I'm just going to do highlights and lowlights. The Highlights (in chronological order):-Jack was perfect on his first-ever flight. Hallelujah. Our neighbor remarked that he was the

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Winter has hit Waco! I'm watching snow fall (but certainly not stick) for the first time in 3 years. It's barely cold, but people are hilariously over-dressed.

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This is the state of our news today. This screen capture was taken from Time.com this morning while I read an article about public opinion on Federal Government intervention. I realize that salacious news sells, see "On Tiger." below, but isn't The Huffington Post billing itself as an actual news website (note their "Breaking News and Opinion" header, or perhaps their claim of being "The

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Everybody else is talking about it, so I thought I'd chime in. First of all, I've always thought Tiger was a giant douche. However, that was because he whines and cries like a sissy while golfing, takes himself far too seriously (on the golf course), and needlessly behaves like an ass (on the golf course) by either throwing clubs and cursing when he hits a bad shot, or fist-pumping when he does

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...to bring you this important bulletin:If you live anywhere near Waco, and you read this blog* (and you're not The Wife), go to the Woodway HEB and buy leeks. I decided that with the autumn weather it was high time to make some soup. After a quick perusal of The Best Recipe, we decided that I'd make some potato leek soup, some butternut squash soup, and some lentil soup this week. Potato leek

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