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Sam’s 11th Birthday

Tuesday, July 29th, 2008


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Oops. Spoke Too Soon. Grand Champions!

Sunday, July 6th, 2008

Another one...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I think I’m still wearing that shirt….. Maybe not.

Can you say GRAND CHAMPION?

Sunday, July 6th, 2008

Grand Champion
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Massive Blockage

Tuesday, July 1st, 2008

I’ve been staring at our lightly read and mostly neglected (by us) blog every night, trying to get something going. There has been a massive outage of the little creativity I have. So when that happens, I guess it’s time to share an update of what’s going on at the Hope estate.
 
My eldest is currently taking a beginner guitar class at the local park and rec and seems to be liking it. He’s not really too enamored with my Fender Mustang and wants his own new guitar. Of course being a Dad I am telling him he has to prove his interest, blah blah blah, you have to practice on your own, blah blah, take responsibility, blah blah only then you’ll be able to have a new cheesy fender copy like all your friends, blah blah blah. It plays out like an old sitcom you’ve seen 100s of times. We’re both in our roles. Honestly, he’s doing well and seems to have a knack.
 
He was complaining about the guitar strap and wanted a new one. That’s reasonable… What made me do a double take was the comment that followed:
 
“Maybe one with SKULLS or something…” Yikes.
 
In other related Epicenter of St Paul Culture news, I tried to engage my two children in a dialogue regarding Elvis Presley. I was playing them videos on Youtube, making a case for his position as the King. As I was going through my final arguements, my youngest looked at me and said: “DAD, I’M A KID AND KIDS DON’T LIKE ELVIS.” No Peter Guralnick penned biographies for that young lady this Christmas.
 
We’ve pretty much decided that we’re done with the Target Archer Farms Cinnamon Muffins.
 
I was sentenced to attend a seminar on Managing Priorities last week and was surprised when the only software besides Outlook that the instructor mentioned was ACT! They were also giving out free copies of Mosaic at the door and mentioned these things called VCRs that we’ll all be using soon to record television shows in our homes. On the bright side I have a lot of new ideas regarding the filing of paper and the use of a Franklin Planner.
 
Last and certainly not least, my wife and a local writer (working independently of each other), exposed me to an unbelievable video from a guy named Matt Harding called Dancing 2008. I have yet to watch it and not end up choking up and going all emotional. Within a week or so it’s everywhere, but if you haven’t seen it, treat yourself. If you’ve just seen it on youtube and have a good connection, watch the version below on full screen mode, crank up the volume and enjoy the video in High Def. Most Def. Really, no matter who you are, this is something else. I’ve seen writers speak of this as “silly.” It’s hardly silly. It’s change-your-life-make-your-heart-grow-a-couple-of-sizes-greatness. If you’ve seen it, watch it a dozen more times. It’s worth it.
 

Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

That’s a Relief

Sunday, June 1st, 2008

A couple great Spelling Bee moments…

That Smell

Saturday, May 10th, 2008

OK, I don’t know about you, but with spring comes the smell of rotten things buried under the seats. These mysterious things found next to used pokemon wrappers and alongside almost empty cups of Oreo Blizzards fared well throughout the winter, but the opportunity presented by warmer weather always brings many microbes and stinky bacteria to dine on the derbis we (I do mean We because it ain’t just me) have carelessly left around throughout the winter.
 
Here’s an example:
Towards the end of last week that familiar odor started invading the cab of my vehicle. Hmmmm, I thought to my self, This smells like rotten eggs. I did try to take stuff out from under the seats and found a few surprises, but the smell did not go away. During last weekend my two progeny were making gagging noises from the back seat as we ran our usual errands. No one had lost consciousness by the time we made it to Target to get some groceries. We completed shopping and as I was unloading the bags into the trunk I noticed a filled Target bag that didn’t belong among the familiar junk I’ve grown to know and love. Upon further examination it WAS a bag of rotten eggs. It must have been a leftover from the week (or two or three) before. Good thing we don’t keep Sam and Margaret back there.

Now I’m scared

Wednesday, May 7th, 2008

I realize with the tiny amount of posting we’ve been doing I should do more than point to somebody else’s blog but this scares the crap out of me

Things we can’t take for granted.

Saturday, March 29th, 2008

The Man Behind the 4000th number
 
 
Taken from Crooks and Liars

Status report

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

I always think that the mundane day to day stuff we go through here at the Hope compound is dull and not worth writing about, but you know, we are so special and so fascinating that I’m sure that humanity is interested.
 
Yesterday, I got home from work late, and Rosalyn had made pizza so I had a few pieces waiting for me. Not only did I have a few pieces waiting for me, but I also was able to read the paper. That hasn’t happened in ages. Sam was stuck on a level of Super Mario Galaxy and I was able to talk him through it. (complete uninformed guessing, but it worked). Rosalyn and I watched the second part of the John Adams biography on HBO and that ruled. Then after my beloved went to bed, I was able to get through “Hit Me With My Best Shot” on Guitar Hero III on the Hard level so I was feeling quite skilled.
 

My toothache continues for the start of the fourth week. Today a Calgary dentist I always visit really stepped up and gave me the red carpet treatment and even threw in a pulled wisdom tooth. So I have that going for me.
 

Allergy season is starting too…. Have I ever told you that I think my 24 hour decongestant really only works for about 23 hours and 15 minutes? That’s another post.
 
Oh, and thanks for all the cards, flowers and small clumps of hay that you all sent for Huey. He seems to be out of the woods for now. Still congested, but much more spirited.
 
There you have it. I believe you’re up to date on all the doings here at the epicenter of St Paul culture.
 
The most important reason I had for posting this info is that Charlie is going to drop our feed unless we provide some new content. He is our only reader so I feel we should appease him.
 

One of life’s mysteries has been solved

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

I’ve always wondered (a lot) about where the merchandise printed up for the losers of the super bowl or world series went. Tonight I found out. Follow the link….