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I’m more of a hockey guy, but, tonight I am going to bask in the greatness that is the Green Bay Packers as they take on the Tennessee Titans in their last preseason game! I’m not big on preseason games but this is the only chance that this Wisconsin-boy can see his team of the homeland.

Heck, the last time I vaguely remember seeing the Packers play was back when I was little and they played at Milwaukee County Stadium.  All I remember is that it was very cold and my mom saw some dude dancing naked on top of an RV after the game.  Must’ve been a good game! I don’t even remember the year.

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Must have started drinking earlier than usual on the day of the game.

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Well, I survived 35 years on this planet.  Or is it mathmatically 34?  However it works out I’m glad to still be here!

Yesterday b-day recollections in a nutshell:

  • Birthday morning Kroger-brand blueberry loaf(?) and danishes with the youth group at church:

around 5 or 10 bucks (not really sure the Elder Extroverted Holy One bought ’em)

free for me ’cause I’m a member of the Beer Police! =)

$4.50 each (or priceless as far as I’m concerned)

  • Home-made cake by EEHO and the Young Extroverted One and so artfully decorated by the YEO

the cake! YEO and the cakeYEO and IO blowin’ out candles

PRICELESS

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From the Urban Dictionary Word of the Day

dinner badge August 23

 

Dried stains of kebab juice, curry sauce or gravy all over your shirt from messy eating.

 

That’s an impressive dinner badge you’ve got there. What did you eat, pizza?

   
   

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I’ve been known to say this when describing my beautiful bride; “When I say better half, I mean it!”

Happy Anniversary Elder Extroverted Holy One! Eight wonderful years that just keep getting better. Even with the addition of one cat. And then a second cat. And then a kid. And then a dog. Most of the time it is I, the Introverted One, who is more dog-like and kid-like than our dog and kid.

Whenever I look over at her I am amazed that someone like her, a beautiful woman pursuing her masters of divinity degree to be ordained in the Presbyterian Church (USA) at Vanderbilt Divinity School, wanted to marry me, an introverted college drop out, techno/movie/TV-geek, with granola/hippie tendencies.

Maybe wedded bliss is more like ignorance is bliss. Hee hee.

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Hi, we’re the Extrovert/Introvert family. We’re co-sleepers.

I was going to post earlier when the Young Extroverted One slept through the night in her own bed. But I’m glad I didn’t because it has been hit and miss the last couple of days.

We started co-sleeping with YEO when she was a newborn. Apparently, we were lazy parents and didn’t want to play the ‘it’s-your-turn-to-get-the-baby game.’ Hey, it was great. YEO cries for food the Elder Extroverted Holy One rolls over and pops it in and everyone goes back to sleep. It was system.

However, the transition to crib after the weening process did not go too well. For starters, I’m not a big fan of letting the kid cry and get over it. It kind of makes me sad. So, the YEO has been with us for 4 years.

When she got older we tried everything to make sleeping on her own appealing. My folks got her a Thomas the Tank Engine tent when she was into the Thomas schtick. No dice.

When my lovely ladies were working in Montreat for the summer I painted the extra room a cool green color (her favorite color at the time), put glow-in-the-dark stars (even made the constellations that are in the night sky on her birthday. Yup, I’m a geek) and got her her own ‘big girl bed.’ She no likey.

As we all grew, either in heighth or width, we stepped up to a queen sized bed. Finally! Then we figured that maybe she didn’t like the small bed and that she would prefer a full sized bed. So, we move the full sized bed into her room. Uh . . . as if .

Well, since the summer and the increased renovations on the house next door to us we’ve had increased incidents of brown recluse spiders . So, the whole big girl room/bed thing was way out of the question. So, one day while the YEO was at her grandma’s house EEHO and I carefully picked everything up out of her room and literally threw it out in the backyard. We killed several of the buggers in the process and I still feel creepy-crawly all over my skin. Ugh.  Our neighbor was wondering if threw the YEO out of the house. If I was going to do that her stuff would be in the front yard!

So, with her room cleaned out and her original big girl bed replaced and some different arrangements of the rest of the furniture she seems very excited about her new, exorcised room. Her first night in there she slept there all night! It took her awhile to get to sleep but when she did she passed out. It was great! And continues to be great. The other night she came back into bed with us and last night she did as well but said she was crowded and moved back into her room. I think we’ve turned a corner. Just in time to do it all over again with the new parasite. What is it the kids are saying/typing/texting these days? W00T? I have no idea what that means.

All I know is that I am very proud of my big girl for making transitions when she felt it was the right time. The EEHO and I have always been the organic-like parents. We never really stuck to a rigid bedtime. We don’t do the vocabulary/science/math flash cards . . . anymore. When she ate the second pack of cards and didn’t get any smarter we gave up on the osmosis theory and the cards. Just Kidding (or is it, JK?). I kid because I love. We never forced giving up the pacifier. When she sucked her favorite one so hard it tore she looked at it and then us and said, “Paci broken.” And then threw it away herself. Very nice.

Every once in awhile we get impatient and try to force something. Like the sleep-in-her-own-bed thing. But we are the ones who get frustrated. And then the YEO will just do whatever it is whenever she is ready. ‘Nuff said. If she is going to grow up into a fine young woman or gamma girl it will be when she’s darn ready to.

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Now that we’re back in the world of satellite television and digital video recorders I’m a little behind on the shows that I like to watch. One of the best, IMHO (hee hee, look at me! I’m doing the intertubes lingo thingy. Whatever that means.), is Alton Brown’s Feasting on Asphalt.

It’s got all the things that I’m a sucker for: road trips and food. I’m a huge sucker for beer but it’s not a show on road food and good beer. Beer and driving do not mix.

This show is like Blue Highways with food and a motorcycle.  I just love travel/road trip/hiking books/movies/television shows.  Maybe I enjoy reading/watching it because it’s just something that I can’t do anymore.  Even though I’ve had some great road trips in the past (shout out to Mountain Kilter who, by the way, needs to write more!)  I’ve even spent 21 days backpacking, canoeing, mountain biking on an Outward Bound-type of program called Discovery.  Plus, some smaller, shorter backpacking trips.  This whole road trip/travel thing I’ve done a little bit of but don’t anymore.  And I never wrote about the trips.  I guess I just like to read and watch them.

Among the things that I love about the show is the transition to commercials. The camera pans up a collage of photos of the past events and then ends on a quote. I guess I’m a sucker for a good quote too.  I’ve got collections of quotes stashed in random places that I can’t even remember.

Great.  Now I have wanderlust, I’m hungry and thirsty for a frosty beverage and it’s only 8:40AM.

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Well, it seems that the building near the building where I work caught on fire a little bit. See news here.

As I leave work everyday in the most capable hands of a great A/V technician (pssst . . . he blogs on occasion here) I tell him, “If the place blows up call me, okay? I have a bag of marshmallows in the trunk of my car. We’ll roast some ‘mallows over the ashes of our building.” Apparently, he didn’t take me seriously because I had to call his cell phone to make sure he was okay and not making s’mores without me.

So, either Fleming’s or P.F. Chang’s is the new hot spot. But, you Nashville folks should avoid it this weekend.

Speaking of hot . . . it was 101°F on my front porch. My front porch that is covered and on the north side of my house. Ugh.

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