One of the happiest feelings I get is when I pick up DaugterGeeding in the church nursery. No one ever told her to come running about 40 yards away into my arms at full speed yelling “Daddy” when she spots me walking down the hall. It’s a genuine moment, and don’t think for a moment that I don’t realize that it won’t last.
I watched my nephew play a baseball game at the Texas Rangers Youth Ballpark that’s right outside of the real thing. His team got a tour of Rangers Ballpark the day before, which must have been pretty cool for them. The youth ballpark wasn’t as nice as I would expect. Heck, the scoreboard didn’t even work (sounds like something you would find in my hometown when I was a kid). I was a bit surprised that the grass between the stands and the baselines were artificial.
The number of stretched Hummer limos at Cowboys Stadium taking girls to the Taylor Swift concert was beyond crazy. I have a feeling the line for the men’s restroom at that concert was pretty short.
When I attended by brother’s high school baseball games, I remember the concessions giving out a free snowcone for every homerun and foul ball retrieved. I was all over that.
When Bob Dole made his comments this weekend, I think liberals nodded in agreement and conservatives shook their heads thinking the old man has gone senile.
Back in 2011, my favorite pastor as of late wrote a piece about the connection between God and the forces of nature after the tornado outbreak in April 2011. I love his perspective on things, and he even addresses the “everything happens for a reason” assumption. I thought it was worth sharing.
HBO did more to honor Memorial Day than the History channel. History just had a Pawn Stars marathon when HBO showed Taking Chance in the afternoon.
This weekend a close friend went for his first bike ride of the year only to break the frame during his ride. I’d think most frames carry some sort of warranty.
I’m about halfway through the new season of ‘Arrested Development’ and it’s greatness. The cameos are off the wall, and I’m impressed with the screen writing, it’s so creative and I can’t believe how they are able to tie things together and come up with so much stuff. But then again, it has been off for what, a seven years?
My insurance didn’t approve my sleep study center visit, but opted for an at home test. For three days I wore a device, about the size of a mobile phone, on my arm an attachment to my finger and tubes that went around my chest and below my nose. When I woke up, all I had to do was plug it in and the results were uploaded using the Verizon network.
We ate at Kenny’g Burger Joint in Frisco over the weekend. That place was so family friendly it looked like you could only enter with a child in tow. It was a good burger, the fries were so-so, but the onion rings were cut too wide, like almost two inches, and were too greasy.
I noticed a new Top Golf being build on 121 in The Colony. That would be the closest one to GeedingManor.
There has to be some sort of parallel with the comparison of margarine (new, indestructible and butter (fresh, traditional) and the relationship between Don/Betty and Peggy and Abe/Ted and Peggy and Don/Ted.
Roger is a lonely man – two divorces, his daughter doesn’t think much of him, he can’t see his grandchild, Joan keeps him at a distance from her and their child.
It was nice see Ducky again, and he gave Pete some great advice that he’ll ignore.
It was good to see Don lower his guard and actually sing with his son.
“She doesn’t know that loving you is the worst way to get to you.”
There’s something more to that Bob Benson. I bet we find out he’s a spy, maybe for Ducky, or a murderer.
Earlier this season Don calls Sally after the Grandma Ida incident and says it’s his fault for leaving the door open. This week we see Betty leaving the door open for Don.
I'm still uncertain about Bob Benson. At first I thought he was just a brown nose trying to schmooze his way up the ladder. After the genuine concern for Joan and the help he gave her, I think he might be a nice guy after all. Time will tell.
History Channel isn't about history anymore. It's about ratings.
That "Daddy!" is worth more than Fort Knox. Cherish it.
I love the fact that when my key turns the lock on the front door when I return home from work, my 5-yr-old son starts running and yelling "Daddy!", followed by a huge bear hug before I can even put my things down. It used to happen every day, but now it's more like 3-4 times a week. I know the time is coming when it will stop happening, but man it does my heart good to still hear it when I can.
Betty may have uttered the line of the season (series?) with that one.
Pete is almost turning into a sympathetic character. Almost. Same for Roger.
Pay attention, GOP – when you have men like Bob Dole saying you've lost touch, alarms should be going off and red flags should be waving.
Ten or so years ago I read a biography about him. Growing up in a farm town in Kansas [Russell} he worked very hard, mornings and weekends, at different jobs all through high school as well as being a star player in several varsity sports. After graduation he ended up with an athletic scholarship at the University of Kansas. World War II interrupted his college career and he joined the Army to fight, I believe in Italy, where he was seriously wounded. As I recall he was returned to his family, barely alive, in a full body cast.
The prognosis was very poor and the doctors said they could not do much for him. But his mother, who ran the family, refused to listen to the doctors and took him to a number of medical facilities until she found one which thought it could help him recover. As I recall she temporarily moved to live with him throughout his rehabilitation, which took a very long time.
Dole is a great man and his mother was a remarkable woman.
The story defined for me what it means when someone is said to have grown up in the Heartland.
My son is nearing the end of his running into my arms yelling "Mommy!" when I arrive home every day. At the age of 5, I only get that special treatment 4 times a week – at least one day a week, it's a much calmer walk to greet me at the door. I'm going to miss this phase…a lot. But, I'm also proud to see them growing into themselves and becoming more independent. Bittersweet.
I'm still uncertain about Bob Benson. At first I thought he was just a brown nose trying to schmooze his way up the ladder. After the genuine concern for Joan and the help he gave her, I think he might be a nice guy after all. Time will tell.
History Channel isn't about history anymore. It's about ratings.
That "Daddy!" is worth more than Fort Knox. Cherish it.
I love the fact that when my key turns the lock on the front door when I return home from work, my 5-yr-old son starts running and yelling "Daddy!", followed by a huge bear hug before I can even put my things down. It used to happen every day, but now it's more like 3-4 times a week. I know the time is coming when it will stop happening, but man it does my heart good to still hear it when I can.
Betty may have uttered the line of the season (series?) with that one.
Pete is almost turning into a sympathetic character. Almost. Same for Roger.
Pay attention, GOP – when you have men like Bob Dole saying you've lost touch, alarms should be going off and red flags should be waving.
I was sad to see how far Bob Dole has slipped.
Ten or so years ago I read a biography about him. Growing up in a farm town in Kansas [Russell} he worked very hard, mornings and weekends, at different jobs all through high school as well as being a star player in several varsity sports. After graduation he ended up with an athletic scholarship at the University of Kansas. World War II interrupted his college career and he joined the Army to fight, I believe in Italy, where he was seriously wounded. As I recall he was returned to his family, barely alive, in a full body cast.
The prognosis was very poor and the doctors said they could not do much for him. But his mother, who ran the family, refused to listen to the doctors and took him to a number of medical facilities until she found one which thought it could help him recover. As I recall she temporarily moved to live with him throughout his rehabilitation, which took a very long time.
Dole is a great man and his mother was a remarkable woman.
The story defined for me what it means when someone is said to have grown up in the Heartland.
My son is nearing the end of his running into my arms yelling "Mommy!" when I arrive home every day. At the age of 5, I only get that special treatment 4 times a week – at least one day a week, it's a much calmer walk to greet me at the door. I'm going to miss this phase…a lot. But, I'm also proud to see them growing into themselves and becoming more independent. Bittersweet.