My New Blog

I have decided to start a new blog. I have a lot of opinions about sports and in particular the NBA. But I know that people who check in on this blog aren't always interested in them. So I have created a blog dedicated to my rants on sports. It can be found at:

http://belthighdribble.blogspot.com/

Christmas Eve 2008

Like most parents Kate and I wish that the kids would go to bed at a decent hour on Christmas Eve, so that Santa Claus can come before it gets really late. This year I decided to take the kids sledding during the day in an attempt to wear them out. It didn't work. But we still had a great time. Cousin Warren, who lives in Las Vegas had a chance to take in some good snow while here. Here are some of the things that we learned while sledding:

-Filming while sledding is not a good idea.

-If you are going down and Bean is coming up and you buzz her, she will take a swipe at you.

-Sometimes the camera man, while attempting to get a good shot, gets too close the the action, and gets plowed.

-When a 200 pound man sledding at full speed hits a tree, it hurts. A lot.

Mr. C

Kate found the following letter, which was addressed on the outside to 'Mr. C'. I am pretty sure that Mr. C will write her back.

A Couple of Real Performers

Tonight we attended a dance recital for Samantha and Bean. There were 46 numbers in the program, and Samantha's was 38th. It made for a long night. But Bean managed to steal the show. When you see the video, you'll understand. This was to be her dancing debut. It may also have been her finale.

Sums me up pretty well

The following document was found in Whitney's backpack this week. I don't know what the parameters of the assignment were, but it paints an interesting picture of me...

Shooting My Mouth Off Again

The following ran in the Sunday Sports section of the Salt Lake Tribune this week.

If you can't see it very well, go here

Using the wrong bowl!

I realize that I post about Patrick quite a bit. Probably more often than the other kids. But it should be noted that not all of the posts about Patrick are always positive. Case in point, an incident that happened this morning. It should also be noted that this post may qualify under TMI: Too much information.

So here is what happened. I was being lazy and didn't want to make lunch. I told the kids that if they wanted to have cereal for lunch they could. Patrick and Whitney were the last two to eat, and before long I heard Whitney running up the stairs calling for me. "Patrick just peed in Bean's cereal bowl!" she cried.

"I had to go!" Patrick expalined when confronted. "And I wasn't going to make it to the bathroom!"

Looking on the bright side, I am glad that Bean was done with her cereal.

The incident reminded me of several things:
1. When I was a kid it was popular to ask of someone who was grumpy "Who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?"
2. A line from the movie Steel Magnolias where a woman says of her friend's husband "I'm sure he's a real gentleman. He probably clears the dishes from the sink before pissing in it."
3. A story that one of my mother's co-workers shared with her about when she was potty training her son, and he woke up in the middle of the night, went to the kitchen, opened the refirgerator and pooped in the salad crisper. The best part of that story was a week after the woman told it, they had a pot luck lunch, where the woman brought a green salad, which no one ate of course...

Eat up!

Guitar-zan

I haven't uploaded a video recently, so I thought I'd share this one about Kate and the kids rocking out. I love Guitar Hero. Everyone at our house loves it, except Bean, who prefers her Jonas Brothers. I especially love Patrick's stance while jamming and how he dances while the star power is on. What I don't love is that Kate kicks my butt every time we duel. But I guess I shouldn't feel bad. She kicks everyone's butts.

Miles to Go

This coming Saturday Patrick starts his first season of Junior Jazz. I hope he enjoys it more than he liked soccer. Being a person who was born and raised with basketball, I am very excited that he wanted to play.

For those who are not familiar with Junior Jazz, I can tell you that one of the things they do is, when teams are organized, each coach is given jerseys for each player. The numbers on each of the jerseys correspond to players currently on the Jazz roster. So you can imagine that mothers all across the state are signing kids up to play in the hopes that their child will draw the #26 jersey. So whose number did Patrick’s coach give him? Deron Williams’ #8? Memo’s number 13? Boozer’s #5? How about Andrei’s #47? Nope…


Number 34: CJ freaking Miles! Oh the humanity! Are you kidding me? Maybe the coach knew that Patrick is left handed and wanted him to feel comfortable in a fellow south paw’s number. I must look on the bright side, though: At least the coach didn’t dole out the #31 to my son…

P.S. When you Google search for pictures of CJ Miles, you get more than shots of basketballs. Apparently there is a young woman with the same name, and she doesn’t like to wear clothes…

The Space Shuttle Extravagance


When I woke up that morning I wasn’t planning on buying a new vehicle. And I sure as hell wasn’t aware that I was about to be without 4 wheel drive. But when Kate took the Durango in to the shop we found out that the strange noise it was making was a big problem. Weighing the options we decided not to put more money into repairs on the old beast than the old beast was worth.

So now we have a Space Shuttle (Chrysler Town and Country). I’ve been criticized for buying a new car during these times of economic recession, but really, I found it was a good time to buy. You can all but name your own price.

I’ve also been criticized for getting all the extras: 20 gig hard drive in the dash, a removable table in the middle, dual DVD players with wireless headsets, rear camera, leather seats, cold drink dispenser. But I have only one thing to say to all you complainers: you don’t have to drive it…