Mavericks Game

Last night, Grant treated Emery, Cam, Addie, Bailey, Molly, Ceri and I to a Mavericks game on Ebmeyer Charter Munchie Monday. Nachos, hamburgers and small sodas were a buck each. I think I won the most food downed award with 4 orders of nachos, 3 burgers and 3 drinks. Cam had 3 burgers and a nachos, Bailey had 2 nachos and 2 burgers, Addie ate 2 nachos and a burger. Emery picked at some nachos, but finished a whole burger.

The game was a blowout. It was 16-3 66ers in the 5th inning. We left in the 7th inning when the score was 16-8. The game ended up a 17-11 loss for the Mavs. It was still a fun game though. They played stupid songs for the 66ers when they came to bat, one guy had "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" which was pretty funny. They had a promotion where one of the 66ers had to strike out in order for the fans to get $1 beer. The kids got to run across the outfield chasing Wooly Bully in the middle of the 5th inning. After the run, Bailey, Addie and Cam all got him to sign their hands. Emery was mortified whenever the mascot was around. Emery had a great time when Wooly Bully wasn't around, and shook her stuff to the music in between innings.

Brad Ebmeyer was there, and I was talking to him while putting stuff on burgers and nachos. I lost track of which nachos were mine and ended up putting jalapeños on his nachos as well, which he no longer wanted. I'm sorry Brad :)

We all had a pretty good time, I hadn't been to a kooky single A game for probably 15 years.

Kids Books

We're going through a bunch of stuff getting ready to move. Jenn found these old coloring books that we let the kids color in at church. She said that she didn't order these books specifically, that they came in a large cheap package deal. The bookstore must have been dying to get rid of them.

I tried to describe them before posting the pictures, but my words won't do them justice.





Balding kids, bearded kids, mustachioed kids, and kids in jail. It's amazing these books couldn't sell on their own. I don't think you need to turn Paul into a child to get kids to color him in. If you're going to turn biblical prophets and apostles into kids, at least don't make them mutants.

Adventures in Census Taking

I've had the chance to meet quite a few people in the last few weeks. Most have been very cooperative, a few have been a bit paranoid about how the information would be used, but until today, I hadn't run into the scum of the earth.

Last week at about 1:30pm, I was knocking doors, and saw a man loading a car out in front of a house that was on my list. I told him who I was, and asked him if he had a moment to answer a few questions. He told me "Not now, come back tomorrow, but earlier" I asked if noon would work for him, and he told me 1:00. I went back the next day right at 1:00 and no one was there.

I finally made it through my area today, and I started going back through all the houses that didn't answer their doors the first time around. As I was walking down the other side of the street, I recognized that man from a week ago, and called out to him. I apologized that I had missed him the previous week, and asked him if he had a moment to help me fill out my form. He got annoyed, told me that he had already filled it out, and what he wanted to do was show me the form that he had already filled in but forgot to mail. I explained that if the mailed form doesn't make it in on time, I am required to fill out a form with them. He started yelling that that was not what he and I had agreed to do, and that I needed to get the hell out of there. He said a few more choice words, told me that I had better leave, insulted me as I walked to my car, and demanded that I come back to him to take a flyer I had left at his door. When I continued walking to my car, he screamed at me, crumbled up my paper, and threw it in my direction. I just kind of laughed to myself in my car as I drove away. I don't know what would cause someone to blow up over something as trivial as the census, maybe a census worker ran over his dog.

Anyways, I'll have to get his information from a neighbor, at least the number of people who live there. I have a feeling he's there alone.

Cam the Baserunner

I won free tickets to a Bees game when I joined a March Madness bracket group started by one of the local sports radio stations. Cam and I went on Saturday night.

The game was pretty boring, and the Bees lost 6-2. After the game, the promotion for the night was letting the kids run around on the field, which I thought would be pretty cool.

We got to go down on the field, and they let each of the kids take off running from home around all the bases.

I took video of most of it, but I wanted to get a nice picture of Cam when he was getting close. He was running so fast that he blurred it.

Walk it off

Addie came home today with bandages on both of her knees. They didn't look too good, the bandages looked like they had been soaked through with something. She was hobbling around really slow. Jenn didn't pay really close attention to what had happened, and really with good reason because Addie is a huge baby and has no pain threshold whatsoever.

Both of the older girls had activity days today, it's close enough to walk. A couple of neighbor girls came over and wanted Bailey and Addie to walk with them. They were running a little late, so Jenn started to threaten Addie with trouble if she didn't move her butt with the rest of the girls. "I swear Addie, if you make the rest of the girls 20 minutes late to activity days you're in trouble" and "It won't hurt if you don't think about it" They set off somewhat briskly, and Addie was already lagging behind. Jenn was yelling out the front door "ADDISON, YOU'VE GOT TO BEND YOUR KNEES, YOU CAN'T WALK THAT WAY!!! WALK NORMAL!!!" I asked Jenn if she had even looked at Addie's knees and she said no. I said they looked pretty banged up to me. Then I went downstairs.

A few minutes later, Addie came back home, alone, and crying. Jenn finally looked at her legs, which were pretty chewed up. Apparently, today at school Addie was running to try to get first in line on the monkey bars, and she tripped and fell on the concrete, skinning her knees something fierce. She went to the office, where they put some bandages on her, and told her to call home. They let Addie use the office phone, but since she doesn't use the phone much, she didn't know what to do when Jenn's voice mail picked up. Then rather than try to contact us themselves, they sent Addie back to class where she probably suffered through the day. Her left knee isn't too bad, looks like a rug burn, but the right knee has lost a few layers of skin and looks really painful. We slathered it with antibiotic, and let her watch cartoons.

Jenn feels bad now, but I think it's funny. I wouldn't ever think about using the word heartless to describe my wife, so the thought of her screaming menacingly at her hobbled daughter as she struggles to keep up with her healthy sister and friends strikes me as humorous. Now Jenn has set a precedent for how I can treat the kids' injuries. Rub some dirt in it and walk it off you big baby.

Storytime with Emery

This morning, I got out of bed and heard Emery telling a story to Cameron on the couch upstairs. I laid down and listened too. I asked her if she wouldn't mind telling the story to the camera, and she said she would. She froze up when I turned on the camera, but when I put it down on the table and laid back down she eventually got back into it.

This is Emery retelling Goldilocks and the Three Bears as told to her by Cameron. He probably heard it it school or something, because Goldilocks isn't on my rotation of bedtime stories.

Gooey Cinnamon Rolls

Once upon a time, Costco sold a box of 6 cinnamon rolls that were just drenched in frosting. I've never been too fond of sweet foods (I mean, I'll eat them, I'll eat ANYTHING), but I had a soft spot for those cinnamon rolls, with the cream cheese frosting that made your eyes roll back into your head.

They stopped making them years ago, probably because they don't go through your digestive system, they just clog it up. After a while, I forgot that they ever existed.

When I went to San Antonio in January and brought home the giant cinnamon roll, I remembered the lovely Costco ones, and lamented that they weren't available anymore. The giant cinnamon roll was ok, but it's popular for it's size more than for it's quality. The Costco rolls are what sweet food must be like in Heaven.

A few weeks ago I was buying diapers, baby formula, and milk at the Orem Costco. I noticed a circular tin of 9 cinnamon rolls that looked somewhat familiar. I passed on them to go and do the rest of my shopping. When I was waiting in line to checkout, an employee walked by announcing a new bakery item, gooey cinnamon rolls, and he was holding a few tins that had just come out of the oven and were still warm. I figured I was destined to take them home.

They were amazing. Just as good as I remembered them. Maybe even better.

If you're lucky, they're at a Costco near you.