So, last night, I was lucky enough to go to the season opener of the Bengal's game. It was a good time, I was dressed in my Carson Palmer Jersey and the weather was as good as it could be for a game in the early part of September.
It was loud, especially at the end, I had beer spilled on me (a whole one almost), but fear not, it was a Bud Light, so no good beer was harmed. I also had the chance to go to the Pro Shop and look around and think of all of the things that I want Santa to bring me this Christmas. Will not get any of them of course, but I have been extra good this year. **If you know different, just play along, will ya??**
Well, I talked about all of the above and did not 'complain' about any of it. So, I have to be honest, there was one thing that I could not help but notice, one fan in particular. So let me set the stage for you some first.
I have season tickets that I share with family. I get to go to about every other game, and always have a great time. When you have season tickets, there are people that you get to know. I have the guy right in front of me that is hardcore serious. He comes by himself, has his headphones on and listens intently while watching the game. Then there are the four guys right next to him. They are there for the party, plain and simple.
We then have the young girl in front of them, she is there for the attention. She dressed the part, talks the talk, you name it. I mean, last night alone, who seriously wears a skirt to a football game? (And if you are reading this sweetie, you pulled it off quite well, so keep up the good work)
You get to know these people, you may not know their name, but it is like going to a family reuinion. You all know what I mean, you know the faces, and you know it is Aunt Something or Another, Uncle You Know. You talk, you catch up and you are not worried about the details of names and such.
Well, all of this brings me to the purpose of this post. Turns out last night we got a new member to our season pass family. WOW! This guy is intense. I have never seen someone get so into a football game before.
Let me give you a scenario: The Bengals were driving the ball in the 2nd half, were within 10 yards of a touchdown. They were lined up and it looked like they were going to run the ball. And the elf (he kinda looks like one) starts screaming for them to pass it. Well they did not and he goes nuts. When Rudi made the touchdown, I thought, "Well, at least they made it." Well, that did not stop him. He went crazy still. Then when they lined up for the extra point the scenario repeated. So, I felt the need to say something....
I made the comment that they made it, lighten up. Well, he unleashed his magical elf powers on me to shut me up. It was then that my 'family' came to my aid. We all talked to him about lightening up some, since there were some kids around and his choice of words were pretty strong. He did not like what we had to say.... He left. We were happy, we were sad. OK, we were mostly happy.
So, the purpose of my post. It's a game people. I know it can be fun to scream, cheer, yell. But when you are in that stadium, I dont care what seat you have, they can not hear you on that field. So calling Marvin an idiot is not going to impact him. I am positive that Carson Palmer is not on the field lining up a rushing play, hears a fan scream "Pass it" and go, "Duh, why didn't I think of that?"
Have fun, have a beer, and enjoy the game. No point in having a stroke out of frustration....
Tuck out!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
A 7 Year Old's Independence
You know, for those of you that have kids, we want to make sure that we raise our kids to be independent. To think for themselves, take responsibility for their actions. Well, what can I say other than the fact that we are so stupid sometimes.....
You know, not too long ago, my 7 year old mastered the telephone. She would answer it when my mom (her Ga-Ga) called. She would tell me what her phone number was. It was all so cute. And then it happened.....
I would be doing something around the house and the phone would ring. And I noticed that it stopped after a ring. Did not think a lot of it, but later found out that she answered it. Cute you say, well, tell that to the telemarketer that called to sell us a water softener. Good news for him, bad news for me. He sold 12 of them to my house that day. Guess her mom showed her how to memorize credit card information as well... Yeah, you laugh now. Wait til you open your Christmas present.
But I found out how this independence came back to bite me a few days ago.
A few months ago, I got a call from here while I was at work. It was so cute. She called me on her own to tell me how much she missed me. I know, I know, isn't that adorable? I told everyone at work how she did it and they all thought it was cute.
But that was a couple of months ago, remember? Well, Monday she called me to tell me about something her friends did. I will spare you the details but it involved her friend, her friend's sister, a frog, a key turtle and a house. As you read this, you probably thought the same thing that I did when I heard it... HUH? Well, ten minutes later, I figured it all out. Made me not appreciate it anymore.
Then another thing clicked with me. She was whispering. I then asked why, followed up with, "Where is Mommy?" And I got the reply back, "Dad, don't tell her we talked about this." Well, then mom got on the phone. Turns out the whole frog thing was a touch subject....
So, raise your kids to be independent, but let me give you one extra criteria to add to their independence. When they feel the need to express their independence. Give her the phone number of someone else! Let them deal with. If I am making her independent, why involve me in the first place??
Tuck OUT!
You know, not too long ago, my 7 year old mastered the telephone. She would answer it when my mom (her Ga-Ga) called. She would tell me what her phone number was. It was all so cute. And then it happened.....
I would be doing something around the house and the phone would ring. And I noticed that it stopped after a ring. Did not think a lot of it, but later found out that she answered it. Cute you say, well, tell that to the telemarketer that called to sell us a water softener. Good news for him, bad news for me. He sold 12 of them to my house that day. Guess her mom showed her how to memorize credit card information as well... Yeah, you laugh now. Wait til you open your Christmas present.
But I found out how this independence came back to bite me a few days ago.
A few months ago, I got a call from here while I was at work. It was so cute. She called me on her own to tell me how much she missed me. I know, I know, isn't that adorable? I told everyone at work how she did it and they all thought it was cute.
But that was a couple of months ago, remember? Well, Monday she called me to tell me about something her friends did. I will spare you the details but it involved her friend, her friend's sister, a frog, a key turtle and a house. As you read this, you probably thought the same thing that I did when I heard it... HUH? Well, ten minutes later, I figured it all out. Made me not appreciate it anymore.
Then another thing clicked with me. She was whispering. I then asked why, followed up with, "Where is Mommy?" And I got the reply back, "Dad, don't tell her we talked about this." Well, then mom got on the phone. Turns out the whole frog thing was a touch subject....
So, raise your kids to be independent, but let me give you one extra criteria to add to their independence. When they feel the need to express their independence. Give her the phone number of someone else! Let them deal with. If I am making her independent, why involve me in the first place??
Tuck OUT!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
I survived...
Yes, that is right, I survived. What did I survive you might ask? Well, I made it the entire weekend without cable tv, cell phones, the internet and all other forms of modern communication. What natural disaster occurred that put me in this awkward place you ask? Well, let me tell you.
Yes, that is right, I did it on purpose. Am I into punishing myself you ask? Am I going to consider becoming a monk and shunning the modern world and I did this as a test run? Well, I did not do it for any of the above reasons. I did it to relax. I know, I know, how can one relax when disconnected from the world like that? And I will tell you it was not easy.
Take Saturday for instance. We had a great day on the lake, enjoying the nice weather. We were kicking back, relaxing, having a few adult beverages and then it occurred to me. I have no idea what Paris Hilton is doing right now. Is Victoria Beckham finally in America? Has Britney allowed her hair to grow in completely and what color is it coming in? I closed my eyes, scared to think about what might happen to me since I did not know any of this. Then I opened them, and I opened them slowly of course.
And to my surprise, the sun was still shining, the birds were still flying and people were actually enjoying themselves. How can this be, what secret source of information were they using to find all of the answers to the questions I posed. I thought about it and I thought about it for a very long time, maybe all of three seconds. Then it dawned on me. Honestly, who cares....
I got to see my daughter do some of the silliest dives she could think of off of the boat. I sat there and watched my son try to talk anyone he could find into riding his bike with him. I watched him as just a week ago I had to help him start on a bike ride and he jumped right on that bike and away he went. I caught up with friends. I sat down and made dinner. And it was done not using a microwave.
So, my advice to all of you, try it too. See if you can handle it. It may be tough at first, but it will be more than worth it.
Till next time,
Tuck out!
I went camping!!
Yes, that is right, I did it on purpose. Am I into punishing myself you ask? Am I going to consider becoming a monk and shunning the modern world and I did this as a test run? Well, I did not do it for any of the above reasons. I did it to relax. I know, I know, how can one relax when disconnected from the world like that? And I will tell you it was not easy.
Take Saturday for instance. We had a great day on the lake, enjoying the nice weather. We were kicking back, relaxing, having a few adult beverages and then it occurred to me. I have no idea what Paris Hilton is doing right now. Is Victoria Beckham finally in America? Has Britney allowed her hair to grow in completely and what color is it coming in? I closed my eyes, scared to think about what might happen to me since I did not know any of this. Then I opened them, and I opened them slowly of course.
And to my surprise, the sun was still shining, the birds were still flying and people were actually enjoying themselves. How can this be, what secret source of information were they using to find all of the answers to the questions I posed. I thought about it and I thought about it for a very long time, maybe all of three seconds. Then it dawned on me. Honestly, who cares....
I got to see my daughter do some of the silliest dives she could think of off of the boat. I sat there and watched my son try to talk anyone he could find into riding his bike with him. I watched him as just a week ago I had to help him start on a bike ride and he jumped right on that bike and away he went. I caught up with friends. I sat down and made dinner. And it was done not using a microwave.
So, my advice to all of you, try it too. See if you can handle it. It may be tough at first, but it will be more than worth it.
Till next time,
Tuck out!
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Don't Tell Me I Can't
As you can tell from my previous posts, I am not one to mention things to serious in here. Well, let me re-phrase that.
I talk about serious things, I just put a very light hearted approach to it. So hopefully as people read these things, they get a little smile and there is a small message in there that eats away at them and they see it eventually. Well, today is a little different.
For those of you that may not know me, I have recently started to get into more of an active lifestyle. I used to be the typical couch potato. Sitting on a Friday night, watching a movie, basically eating everything I could find. Well, that all changed after a picture was taken and gave me the motivation that I needed.
The old me did not have the most positive people in my life and when I said I was going to do trim down, run a 5K, etc. Was told that it could not be done. And for a while I listened to it. Then I decided not to listen anymore.
Now, I am not going to say that it has been easy. There are people out there that hate to see you succeed at things like this. They try to sabatoge your success. Simple things, have another piece of cake, would you like a big bowl of ice cream. Have another drink with us tonight. Some know what they are doing and some people do not. And the worst, people who know what they are doing. Those are the people that want you to be worse than them, so it makes them look better.
OK, you are probably wondering, where is this guy getting at.....
So, I have trimmed down. I went from a size 42 pants to a 34/36 depending on the lunch I eat that day. I ran my first 5k last September. I trained for the flying pig, but a bad ankle sprain ended that for me. And it was that point where I found my next thing. A 150 mile bike ride.
This is a ride where you ride 75 miles on one day and then return the next. Hence 75 plus 75 equals 150. It is probably not going to be easy, I don't know what to expect, but I am going to do it, and I am going to finish. Will not be the first to finish, and I know I will not be the last.
And when I finish, I get a simply little medal. But I also get the chance to look at those people that said I could not and simply give them a grin knowing they were wrong. So, stay tuned to the old blog to see how I did. Tell you about how my back side is killing me, you name it.
And remember, the only person that can tell you that you can't do something..... you.
Don out!
I talk about serious things, I just put a very light hearted approach to it. So hopefully as people read these things, they get a little smile and there is a small message in there that eats away at them and they see it eventually. Well, today is a little different.
For those of you that may not know me, I have recently started to get into more of an active lifestyle. I used to be the typical couch potato. Sitting on a Friday night, watching a movie, basically eating everything I could find. Well, that all changed after a picture was taken and gave me the motivation that I needed.
The old me did not have the most positive people in my life and when I said I was going to do trim down, run a 5K, etc. Was told that it could not be done. And for a while I listened to it. Then I decided not to listen anymore.
Now, I am not going to say that it has been easy. There are people out there that hate to see you succeed at things like this. They try to sabatoge your success. Simple things, have another piece of cake, would you like a big bowl of ice cream. Have another drink with us tonight. Some know what they are doing and some people do not. And the worst, people who know what they are doing. Those are the people that want you to be worse than them, so it makes them look better.
OK, you are probably wondering, where is this guy getting at.....
So, I have trimmed down. I went from a size 42 pants to a 34/36 depending on the lunch I eat that day. I ran my first 5k last September. I trained for the flying pig, but a bad ankle sprain ended that for me. And it was that point where I found my next thing. A 150 mile bike ride.
This is a ride where you ride 75 miles on one day and then return the next. Hence 75 plus 75 equals 150. It is probably not going to be easy, I don't know what to expect, but I am going to do it, and I am going to finish. Will not be the first to finish, and I know I will not be the last.
And when I finish, I get a simply little medal. But I also get the chance to look at those people that said I could not and simply give them a grin knowing they were wrong. So, stay tuned to the old blog to see how I did. Tell you about how my back side is killing me, you name it.
And remember, the only person that can tell you that you can't do something..... you.
Don out!
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Ginger. Love her or Kill her?
For those of you out there that do not know me, I have a dog by the name of Ginger. She is a beagle mix that is going on 8 months old. Now, I will have to say that I adore this dog, while at the same time, I want to kill this dog most days.
I got Ginger for my kids around Christmas last year. We had a dog already, but Huggs was getting up in years and I thought a new dog would be a good idea for multiple reasons.
1. She will make the transition easier for the kids if something happens to Huggs
2. Huggs could help train the dog
3. Could give the kids something to allow them to understand the value of chores and
4. I am a typical male - I wanted a bigger dog.
Well, I got all of that and more. Before long it was clear, the kids did not get a dog, I got a dog. If I go somewhere in the house, Ginger goes with me. And she can surely keep the house interesting.
For everyone in my house, kids and animals included, they all have a special nickname their daddy gave them. Ginger's is simply "PIMA". For those of you that don't know what PIMA means, it is quite simple, 'Pain in my ass' and that she is. When I walk in the door, I yell PIMA and you better get out of the way. So, I wanted to share with you two funny things regarding Ginger. One she did, and one I did back to her.
Ginger's new Fence reinforcements
Ginger has a knack for breaking out of the fenced in back yard. Well, I decided to outsmart her (which is still debatable) and put reinforcements on the fence so she could not get out of them. I went to the hardware store, got the wood, stood there for a while analyzing the situation and then decided to get to work.
I was working diligently and at one point I was bent over nailing a board to one of the fence posts when all of a sudden I discovered that I was on the ground. Turns out someone knocked me over. As I got up, I looked to see Ginger crouched down and the minute we locked eyes, she barked at me. And although it was a bark, it really sounded like a laugh to me. I took off after her and she bolted the other way.
Well, to be honest, it was just what I needed. I was a little tense from stuff earlier in the day and after the initial few seconds, I realized what she did and started laughing. When I finally caught her, we both took a long needed break and decided to wrestle around a little bit. Now for how I paid her back
Ginger and the Laser Pointer
My son has a toy gun that has a laser pointer built into it. And like other animals, it drives Ginger nuts. Ben and I were playing with her and we got it out. We had her chasing it for a few minutes, you know, shutting it off at just the right time and such.
Well it was then that I decided to have it do large circles. It was then that Ginger started to follow it and simply started spinning in circles. The faster I moved that red dot, the faster she would chase it. Well, I kept this up for about a minute, when all of a sudden she stopped and simply fell over. She made herself so dizzy that she could not stand anymore. I have not laughed that hard in a long time. It also helped that Ben laughed so hard he was crying as well.
She was a little upset with me for a few minutes after that, but as Ginger and I always do, we made up. We sat downstairs later in the night and I brushed her while she layed next to me and we watched some tv and just took it easy.
I got Ginger for my kids around Christmas last year. We had a dog already, but Huggs was getting up in years and I thought a new dog would be a good idea for multiple reasons.
1. She will make the transition easier for the kids if something happens to Huggs
2. Huggs could help train the dog
3. Could give the kids something to allow them to understand the value of chores and
4. I am a typical male - I wanted a bigger dog.
Well, I got all of that and more. Before long it was clear, the kids did not get a dog, I got a dog. If I go somewhere in the house, Ginger goes with me. And she can surely keep the house interesting.
For everyone in my house, kids and animals included, they all have a special nickname their daddy gave them. Ginger's is simply "PIMA". For those of you that don't know what PIMA means, it is quite simple, 'Pain in my ass' and that she is. When I walk in the door, I yell PIMA and you better get out of the way. So, I wanted to share with you two funny things regarding Ginger. One she did, and one I did back to her.
Ginger's new Fence reinforcements
Ginger has a knack for breaking out of the fenced in back yard. Well, I decided to outsmart her (which is still debatable) and put reinforcements on the fence so she could not get out of them. I went to the hardware store, got the wood, stood there for a while analyzing the situation and then decided to get to work.
I was working diligently and at one point I was bent over nailing a board to one of the fence posts when all of a sudden I discovered that I was on the ground. Turns out someone knocked me over. As I got up, I looked to see Ginger crouched down and the minute we locked eyes, she barked at me. And although it was a bark, it really sounded like a laugh to me. I took off after her and she bolted the other way.
Well, to be honest, it was just what I needed. I was a little tense from stuff earlier in the day and after the initial few seconds, I realized what she did and started laughing. When I finally caught her, we both took a long needed break and decided to wrestle around a little bit. Now for how I paid her back
Ginger and the Laser Pointer
My son has a toy gun that has a laser pointer built into it. And like other animals, it drives Ginger nuts. Ben and I were playing with her and we got it out. We had her chasing it for a few minutes, you know, shutting it off at just the right time and such.
Well it was then that I decided to have it do large circles. It was then that Ginger started to follow it and simply started spinning in circles. The faster I moved that red dot, the faster she would chase it. Well, I kept this up for about a minute, when all of a sudden she stopped and simply fell over. She made herself so dizzy that she could not stand anymore. I have not laughed that hard in a long time. It also helped that Ben laughed so hard he was crying as well.
She was a little upset with me for a few minutes after that, but as Ginger and I always do, we made up. We sat downstairs later in the night and I brushed her while she layed next to me and we watched some tv and just took it easy.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Cell Phone Etiquette
OK, I am not normally one to tell people how they should do things, but I do have a few things that I have to say bother me.
Now, I admit that I might be labeled a little old school, but there is one thing that bothers me when it comes to this new technological era that we live in.
That's right, I am one of the people in the world that feel that cell phones should not be used in the bathroom. Let me paint a picture for you. I was in the bathroom the other day at work and as I was doing what you are supposed to be doing in there, I heard someone's cell phone ring from one of the stalls. Now, you know it is bad when I thought to myself, "Please don't answer that phone!"
Well, I was not so lucky, he answered it. And then goes on to have a full conversation with the person on the other line. I mean, honestly people, do you really want to be on the phone with someone and hear toilets flushing, people washing their hands, you name it. Because, let me clue all of you in on something, WE CAN HEAR IT ON THE OTHER END. And when we do, it creates a sense of awkwardness for all of us.
Now, everyone likes to think that their job in important and that if they miss that call, bad things are going to happen. But let me tell you this. You are not that important that you can not take time to do what everyone does and do it in private. And if you are, you are really underpaid.
OK, time for me to get off of my soapbox for the day.
Everyone have a great day, and remember, don't answer it!
Now, I admit that I might be labeled a little old school, but there is one thing that bothers me when it comes to this new technological era that we live in.
Cell Phones in the Bathroom
That's right, I am one of the people in the world that feel that cell phones should not be used in the bathroom. Let me paint a picture for you. I was in the bathroom the other day at work and as I was doing what you are supposed to be doing in there, I heard someone's cell phone ring from one of the stalls. Now, you know it is bad when I thought to myself, "Please don't answer that phone!"
Well, I was not so lucky, he answered it. And then goes on to have a full conversation with the person on the other line. I mean, honestly people, do you really want to be on the phone with someone and hear toilets flushing, people washing their hands, you name it. Because, let me clue all of you in on something, WE CAN HEAR IT ON THE OTHER END. And when we do, it creates a sense of awkwardness for all of us.
Now, everyone likes to think that their job in important and that if they miss that call, bad things are going to happen. But let me tell you this. You are not that important that you can not take time to do what everyone does and do it in private. And if you are, you are really underpaid.
OK, time for me to get off of my soapbox for the day.
Everyone have a great day, and remember, don't answer it!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Let's Get it Started.....
To quote the literary geniuses the Black Eyed Peas, Let's Get It Started...
I have to admit to everyone that I am new to this blog thing. I have no idea what I should post to this, what is an acceptable post, etc. I have seen things on blogs from people's political views to the what they had for dinner the night before.
I can ensure you, I am not up to date enough in politics to form an opinion that everyone else will battle me over and my dinners, yeah, well they are not that exciting by any means.
Instead, I am lucky/unlucky enough to simple have these random thoughts pop into my head from time to time and I am going to use this as an opportunity to explore those and share with all of you. Just to give you an example of these, why is it that Donald Duck never wears pants? I mean seriously? What does that say about Mickey? Yet, when Donald comes out of the shower, he puts on a towel.... And is that really an issue for a duck? Their feathers naturally repel water!So he should come out of the shower and be completely dry.
Wow, I got a lot deeper on that one than I expected......
I have to admit to everyone that I am new to this blog thing. I have no idea what I should post to this, what is an acceptable post, etc. I have seen things on blogs from people's political views to the what they had for dinner the night before.
I can ensure you, I am not up to date enough in politics to form an opinion that everyone else will battle me over and my dinners, yeah, well they are not that exciting by any means.
Instead, I am lucky/unlucky enough to simple have these random thoughts pop into my head from time to time and I am going to use this as an opportunity to explore those and share with all of you. Just to give you an example of these, why is it that Donald Duck never wears pants? I mean seriously? What does that say about Mickey? Yet, when Donald comes out of the shower, he puts on a towel.... And is that really an issue for a duck? Their feathers naturally repel water!So he should come out of the shower and be completely dry.
Wow, I got a lot deeper on that one than I expected......
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