There’s this concept of Old School Blogging – but how old school could blogging be?
It’s like the Carolina Panthers wearing throwback uniforms. There’s only a couple of decades to harken back to, and just one real uniform modification. A while back, my friend Andrea Mowry took a shot at an Old School Blogging challenge called The ABCs of Me.
(Not me, of her.)
So, what the hell? I’ll take a stab at it. Maybe you should, too.
A: Age | 44
Grace wants me to dye my gray. She doesn’t understand that snow on the roof is a final vestige of distinction for a middle-aged man. (A boy in her class said I looked 30, though. Great kid.)
B: BIGGEST FEAR | My girls growing apart
No one is closer to you in genetic makeup than your siblings. My lifelong wish is that my daughters never let any wedge push them apart. They should always have each other.
Tamales at 10 should make for interesting dreams.
C: CURRENT TIME | 9:45 p.m.
I just ate a second dinner, and I’m okay with that. Tamales at 10 should make for interesting dreams.
D: DRINK I LAST HAD | Can of Coke Zero
How else will a post get done at, now 9:47 p.m.? If you mean the last DRINK drink, it was a rum and Diet Coke in a hotel lobby after a Panthers game that set me back $10. That’s, like, a week of groceries.
E: EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO | My team
Erin, Chelsea, Brittany and Allie tolerate me as the odd man in. They’re spirited, talented women who know the value of quality time over a beer and a good burger. Love you girls.
F: FAVORITE SONG | Mr. Blue Sky
It’s the anthem I share with my girls. It’s on an old MP3 player that bounces around the house, from one girl to the next, in various stages in life. I hope they’ll always think of me when it comes on.
G: GROSSEST MEMORY | Post-movie projectile vomit
Fourth grade. Cute-girl Alicia was making shadows after a school film (remember those?) on the screen. Eric White upchucked all over her back. I mean, all over. Waist to head, fingertip to fingertip. She cried and walked with arms outspread to the office.
H: HOMETOWN | Charlotte, N.C.
It’s because that’s where I went to high school. (Garinger, class of 90). I’m a native of Greeley, Colo. But if I played collegiate sports, my high school town would be my hometown. (Did you know?)
There’s also daughters, ideas that flow from mind to fingertips, and pizza.
I: IN LOVE WITH | So many things.
I heard once that you never stop loving someone you’ve loved. I can see an argument for that. There’s also daughters, ideas that flow from mind to fingertips, and pizza.
J: JEALOUS OF | People whose pants fit.
You know who you are. How’s it feel to have your cuffs not fray like a scarecrow’s? That a rainy day isn’t an automatic 4 inches of rain-soaked pant leg right above your shoes?
K: KILLED SOMEONE? | Softly, with my song?
That’d be the way. I haven’t even food-poisoned my kids yet. I did once trample one of my middle school soccer girls. She folded under me like a bag of batons. It wasn’t pretty.
L: LONGEST RELATIONSHIP | This is heavy …
It’s me. It’s an ocean of ostracizing and a river of ruminations. I’m coming to peace within me that isn’t as horrible as the things I’ve heard about – and propagated – for myself.
M: MIDDLE NAME | Jon
Cool story. My mom was to choose a middle name for me after a saint. She chose San Juan. Juan was also her father’s name. The church said it had to be an Anglo saint! So she chose John, but spelled it with no H out of spite. I love that, actually.
N: NUMBER OF SIBLINGS | 1.
My sister loaded up that MP3 player with the good stuff. Los Lonely Boys in memory of dad; Electric Light Orchestra, Paul McCartney and Wings. Pretty much the soundtrack of our youth.
I’d wish for peace within myself, and see how far I could take it.
O: ONE WISH | Peace.
Sure, and end to gunfire in places like Afghanistan and Iraq and Somalia and Yemen would be nice. I’d wish for peace within myself, and see how far I could take it. I’d try my best with it.
P: LAST PERSON YOU CALLED | Lisa.
She’s a friend who I didn’t mean to call. She was making a difficult choice – to buy a beanie or a beer at the Carolina Panthers game. I called her when I meant to text. #DadProblems. (She bought the beer.)
Q: QUESTION YOU’RE ALWAYS ASKED | You’re in for it, aren’t you?
I want to write a whole post. People assume because I have three daughters that I’m awash in hormones and bitchiness. Just because they’re girls? And what does that say for boys?
R: REASON TO SMILE | Grace’s game.
She concocted a yet-unnamed board game (who among us hasn’t done this as a kid?) that includes a jail and a deck of cards labeled “circle of doom.” I so can’t wait to play it.
S: SONG YOU LAST SANG | Always Something There to Remind Me, Naked Eyes
Not well, I might add. It came on the radio after Grace and I took a run in the snow flurries this morning. I struggled with the high notes. Grace struggled with the auditory torture.
T: TIME YOU WOKE UP | 7 a.m.
It left just enough time to get Grace for a morning run. We turned some laps on the figure 8 amid snowflakes. I then got myself together in time for the Panthers’ win against the Seahawks on Sunday.
Yellow and green M&Ms? Green Bay Packers.
U: UNDERWEAR COLOR |Jesus Jones …
Plaid. Blue and yellow, like the Rams. Not to change the subject, but this is how boys see things – in team colors. Yellow and green M&Ms? Green Bay Packers. Now you know.
V: VACATION DESTINATION | Charleston, S.C.
Nowhere else has the culture, history, familiarity and wonder as this coastal town. I long for days I’ve spent there and pine for the ones I wanted to.
W: WORST HABIT | Depends on who you ask!
I have so many. How about self-propelling myself down blog-reading/writing holes? Losing track of pizza slices or not checking my blood sugar? My worst lately has been skipping meals by stretching out the one before it.
X: X-RAYS YOU’VE HAD | My hand
I saw one once of a broken bone in my hand. The cast on my jabbing hand was a trashy look. No one believed I broke my hand getting caught up in a baby rocking chair.
Y: YOUR FAVORITE FOOD | Kale chips.
I kid! You guys know this. I feel like talking about pizza in this space becomes a throwaway. Did you know I also like cheeseburgers and enchiladas?
Z: ZODIAC SIGN | Scorpio.
Let’s see what today’s horoscope says:
Interpersonal dynamics are more complex than they seem now. But your extrasensory antennae are so attuned to invisible mysteries that you won’t be fooled by the physical world. Nevertheless, you still may try to step around the scary shadows if you’re frightened or confused by what you don’t understand. There’s no time to waste clinging to the familiar because you’re feeling insecure about the future. Let go of anything that robs you of your self-confidence. You need as much faith as you can muster because today’s dreams are building the foundation for tomorrow’s castles.
How about you? Might you take a stab at these ABCs?