Life in Chattanooga: Ramblings of a stay-at-home dad, pastor's husband, brother, son, all around silly guy, schmuck, and whatever else you’d like to call me.
This is awesome! For more information on the genius AND the launcher go to beerlauncher.com . Definitely go there because this is an unauthorized video on YouTube. The real video is here. Apparently, WordPress won’t allow embedding video from this site so I had to go a different route to share with you.
It’s okay. I’ll take the heat. All in the name of science, beer and laziness.
Enjoy!
Morning routines in my house are an interesting thing (at least to me). I like a slow non-stressful start to my day. I want it low key from the time I get up until the time I walk out of the door to go to work. I wake up earlier than really necessary just so I can have some morning me time. Some coffee, some Mac, some blogs and news. Maybe a shower. Maybe some breakfast. Kiss the ladies and then I amble out of the door. The Elder Extroverted Holy One, however, loves her sleep. She’ll sleep as long as humanly possible and still leave the house at a predetermined time. If I am off during the week and get to experience this it just stresses me out and kind of ruins my calm morning off.
It starts out nicely enough. The Young Extroverted One will wake up first, usually, and is extremely cute and cuddly. Family hugs, family snuggles and then requests to get up and eat some breakfast. The problem with that is she is a sloooooowwwww eater. With the EEHO extending her sleep time this leaves very little time for the YEO to be a slow eater and have time to get dressed and out the door. By the time EEHO is ready for the day it’s all GO, GO, GO. Repeated names and requests to get dressed, to get shoes on, to brush hair and then out the door.
“Oh wait! I didn’t have my vitamin!” Vitamins are found and then taken. Walking towards the door . . .
“Oh wait! I need a sleep buddy!” “Alright, go find one. . . . Let’s go.” Hunting around the house to find just the right stuffed animal to nap with. Walking towards the door . . .
“Oh crap!” The realization that Kongs need to be filled with a treat and peanut butter and the dogs kennelled so the alarm can be set. Alarm is set and walking out the door and gone to their respective schools.
Whew! It stresses me out just writing it. Don’t get me wrong. I love to sleep. It’s just more important for me to have some time multislacking and relaxing before I arrive at that potentially stressful place that I affectionately call ‘work.’ That’s just how I roll.
In the end, though, after the whirlwind of my wonderful bride and the fruit of my loins leave the house I just have to smile. In all of their crazy morning routines they are both pretty awesome. I think I’ll keep ’em. And then take some Xanax and enjoy the rest of my morning.
I present to you a fine brew handcrafted by my friend at work. Mmmmm . . . me likey. I believe he calls it Demonbock and it sure is tasty.
Anyone in the Nashville area that is without a place to worship or want a change of scenery should come to Trinity Presbyterian Church tomorrow. This is where the Elder Extroverted Holy One will preach at 11:00AM. I’ll be there even though by then I will have heard it for the fourth or fifth time. I guess it makes up for all of the unchurchiness I have done in the past.
My lovely bride is so awesome up there preachin’ to the masses!
“Dinosaurs didn’t die. Dinosaurs became mammals and then mammals became humans.”
— Young Extroverted One
She’s definitely not ready for the Kansas public school system.
So, the Nashville Predators added Peter Forsberg to their roster. At first I was excited and then it kind of spiralled down from there. Not quite despair. It seems that David Poile is building a team for Lord Stanley’s Cup. Nothing wrong with that but what about the future?
Now, I’ll be the first to admit I haven’t been following hockey as avidly as I used to when I had DirecTV‘s Center Ice package (insert longing ‘sigh’ here) so my observations aren’t as educated as they used to be. But, Forsberg is getting old. He’s on the tail end of his wonderful career. Is he still as spectacular as he was 7 or 8 years ago? Probably not. So, I’m not so sure this was a wise choice.
Selfishly though, it’s pretty awesome. As long as I can get some tickets and see some games! Which is probably why Poile made this call. Butts in the seats. Which kind of pisses me off. Nashville has this kick ass team and no one is going to see them. Plus, if you were a hockey fan you’d recognize the talent (both old and new) on this team. If I had the opportunity I would be there every night.
I miss hockey so much.
I believe the following list of songs grew out of hearing the Young Extroverted One sing along with the chorus of Todd Snider’s “You Got Away With It.” Call it indoctrination of certain progressive ideals, call it brainwashing, call it what you will. The YEO is a very cool four-year-old and I’d like to say it’s all because of her wonderful parents. But, it could be what we listen to as well.
We do love our music and the YEO has been hearing it since she was a little parasite within the womb of the Elder Extroverted Holy One. I guess it’s only natural that she has had a certain groove (musically and socio-politically).
So, enjoy . . .(in no particular order):
The majority of the songs in this list is available on the iTunes Music Store. If you’d like what you see go buy it and support these artists. Or comment below and we can discuss how wrong it is to steal music from big corporate monster record labels.
“Ah jest don’t see how you can take a man who’s already a high school
graduate and start gradin’ how he talks,” said Buddy Emerson, a session
musician who has played behind Porter Wagoner and Minnie Pearl, among
others. “Ah think it’s un-American to make people speak good English.”
This is great! I have always been a bit leery of this new English speaking only bill that has come about. And then I find this article to point out the silliness of it all. The majority of the residents that are American born citizens barely speak proper English. Where do you draw the line?
Listening to people talk around here brings to mind listening to Boomhauer. I wouldn’t call his dialect a different language, however, I can’t understand it as if it were a different language. Is it the ‘Queen’s English’ that we must speak lest we be arrested for not speaking the proper English? If so, the public schools and parents have a lot of work cut out for them!
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That’s better! 
On Groundhog day we had a little more snow. Not enough to sled on but enough to play in!
And then today we received another of what I’ll call a heavy dusting. 
Not only do we have a washer and dryer now but all of the modifications that I made electrically worked! AND I didn’t give myself electro-shock therapy while doing it.
