I gave blood on Sunday.
Not a big deal. I love that I can. I’m O positive and have some special particles or sorcery in my blood that makes it good to give babies. Who doesn’t want to give good stuff to babies? I’d rather give baby crackers or baby nunchucks than my blood, but …
If they need it, I’m glad mine is compatible.
I watched my blood – which looks not surprisingly like barbecue sauce, in those little bags – go out of my arm, and clear saline solution flow in. I do something called double red cell donations, so they take the red stuff out and wash me out with the saline.
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I argued with a friend about politics while she waited for her egg, sausage, and cheese English muffin at work on Thursday.
I know. I’m so far removed from politics since my media purge in October, but now and then, a news story works its way to my attention, between audiobooks and Matchbox 20 on Pandora and Yahoo! Sports updates on Colorado Rockies games. Much of current events are foreign to me.
The subject of our disagreement isn’t the point.
It’s the fact that our belief systems can feel right as rain and can change and sometimes can’t be changed. Where does belief even come from? It’s in conviction, what we know to be right, but what if others know it to be wrong? That doesn’t change it for us.
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Seems as if there’s room for just one challenge in this coach’s bag at a time.
Those of you not participating (and probably a percentage who are) probably turned the calendar to May with a touch of gratitude. We’re cultish, we A to Z knuckleheads. We flood your inbox and social media feeds with sorcery and daily posts and crazy rules.
And who the hell blogs every dad-burn day? We do.
The cleverest among us have compiled posts of their favorite posts from each of 26 days of the challenge. Others have shared their most viewed and commented-on posts. I’m not among those cleverest, but you can bet 10 publish buttons I will next year.
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I’d wanted to write, during this A to Z Challenge, about my girls’ stuffed animals.
All three have one that has meant something to them over the years. Haven’t we all? I had a stuffed dog I found in a park when I was a boy. I named him … boy. I loved him until he fell apart.
One of my girls loved a German Shepherd, so big she could use him as a pillow.
Another slept with a bear named Daddy. I last saw him tucked behind her headboard. Unceremoniously. A third girl kept a rasta monkey I won her at her bedside. I scrapped the idea, although to read the first four paragraphs here, you wouldn’t know it, right?
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If only it was only eight.
It’s eight – times something. Eighty? Eight thousand? Eighty-eight thousand? That depends on if you count car keys and wallet as two things, left behind regularly, or one for every time. I wouldn’t want to do that math.
If God had a cosmic lost-and-found bin, even The Great I Am would assess me a storage fee.
I’ll forego listing the plastic dinosaurs I buried beside my house just before dad put on a sidewalk, or the UNC Charlotte sweatshirt left on the bus in Louisville. Same, too, for the stormtrooper Tervis, the actual stormtrooper from my youth, a few tons of innocence …
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I told a co-worker that I staged a hunger strike because of her leaving the company.
Most hellish 13 minutes of my life, I announced. This food-related sacrifice plays right into the mindfulness challenge I participated in for March. I softened it to be carnivore-friendly: March was a beef-free month for me.
Jen Schwartz’s challenge was to give up meat completely, like a liberal. I believe in miracles, yes, but also in the universe’s balance. I could no more easily go veg for more than a single bean tostada as an NBA star could expect to play every game on his team’s schedule when he’s healthy.
My own depravity – which challenged in duration the time Jesus spent in the wilderness that one time or the average drought between quality starts for an Arizona Diamondbacks starter – taught me.
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I’m the king of the assinine question.
“What if Jeeps cost a nickel?” I asked my college friend, Bobby Keith – while we both were still in college. “I’d buy many Jeeps,” he answered. “What if packs of gum were $5,000?” I followed with. “Then I wouldn’t chew any gu – where the hell do you come up with this??” he asked.
Fair enough question.
The six words question for March isn’t asinine – but it is unusual. It comes from a wonderful source of thought-provoking questions from #Q4KIDZ. Grace and I have both contributed to the question pot, which spits one out daily for you and your kids.
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We tell the kids stuff not to do all the time. Here’s 42.
- Don’t eat cookies in bed. Share them on the couch with dad.
- Don’t leave the door open!
- Don’t leave the fridge open.
- Don’t drink daddy’s soda.
- Don’t drink daddy’s rum.
- Don’t play your saxophone after eating a KitKat.
- Don’t run in the street.
- Don’t pick the cat up by the tail.
- Don’t text in church.
- Don’t quote Macklemore songs in church.
- Don’t use your tablet after you’ve eaten a rack of ribs.
- Don’t yell, “don’t listen to coach!”
- Don’t wear sweatpants with words across the arse.
- Don’t wrestle by the fish tank.
- Don’t leave your soccer ball at the bottom of the stairs.
- Don’t use a throw pillow as a placemat.
- Don’t spit sunflower seeds in the living room.
- Don’t retaliate for a foul.
- Don’t leave bubble gum in your pockets.
- Don’t talk to the refs.
- Don’t pick your nose if the Kiss Cam is going.
- Don’t grab a catfish around the fins when you’re taking the fishhook out.
- Don’t use the same hand to eat Double-Stuft Oreos as you do for baiting your hook.
- Don’t change the station if Electric Light Orchestra is on.
- Don’t sneak pizza slices into your jacket pockets at CiCi’s.
- Don’t fall down in the shower the morning of game day.
- Don’t try to call time out in a soccer game.
- Don’t pop more than three M&Ms, or any candy, in your mouth at once. Savor them.
- Don’t root for the Seattle Seahawks, externally.
- Don’t let go of the Wii remote.
- Don’t pass up a chance to watch soccer on TV. Or in person.
- Don’t walk barefoot in a dog park.
- Don’t disparage your president, the pope or Kesha.
- Don’t put an egg in the skillet, and go upstairs to paint your nails.
- Don’t pay retail for banana chips.
- Don’t forget to stand up for your friends. And even those who aren’t your friends.
- Don’t sing or cry with your mouth full. In church, at least.
- Don’t skimp on the cheese.
- Don’t forget mother’s day.
- Don’t say anything bad about Samantha Ponder within earshot of daddy.
- Don’t drink dad’s rum when it’s in his Coke (Thanks for this, John).
- Don’t burn crepe myrtle.
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Last night, I was late to kickoff.
Of no fault of my own, mind you. Our schedule set kickoff against the team we’d consider our biggest rivals – if we could beat them, that is. We set off to arrive at 5:15 for a 6 p.m. kickoff on the lush grounds of Gray Stone Day School.
Only, the game was to start at 4:30.
I let Gaby the reborn Pontiac Grand-Am take the country roads between us and them with patience and grace, not willing to imperil myself, my daughter or her teammate – or Gaby, really – because of a “miscommunication.” We’d get there in time.
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I don’t care for some of the stuff I find in press boxes.
Others, I love. Krispy Kreme donuts, for instance. Some places have those! I also love people I meet, like Stacey Dales and Jackie Servais and Alicia Barnhart. Stacey is my favorite NFL Network reporter (and a Coach Daddy reader.)
Jackie, a former volleyball star and an intern with the Carolina Panthers when we met, now works for the University of Mississippi.
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