Posting Via Sidekick Again

Posting via Sidekick again. I’m following Michelle around the grocery store. We’re getting dinner for tonight and meals for tomorrow. I actually get to have pizza rolls and watch Cops and America’s Most Wanted. It’s my guilty pleasure of a way to spend a Saturday evening but I haven’t been able to indulge lately with all the running around we have to do for the kids and other social events.
It looks like we’ll be having deli sandwiches and chips for lunch tomorrow, and venison steak with mashed potatoes and tomato gravy for dinner tomorrow. I wish I could find a better way to post via email. I have to bracket this entry with HTML pre tags because the line breaks created by the email software look funny otherwise.
Just got a call about the spring soccer season. Jacob will be playing in the competitive indoor league at Sports City on Tuesday evenings starting after Easter.
Time to check out. Later.

20:26 Hello. I’m wandering through the grocery store behind michelle. We just left the hospital (research medical center) where we were visiting brandon. He got stabbed twice at a party last night at his girlfriends apartment. He turns 21 next week. His brother scott got stabbed last year at a party out in Blue Springs. These boys trouble avoidance radar needs some fine tuning. Whoa michelle is rushing across the store to get a birthday card for her sister Billie. She turns 38 tomorrow and we’re having dinner in her honor at Bill and Glenda’s (my in-laws) at 3:00, so we’re also here buying pasta salad to take with us. Jill is spending the night at a friend’s house tonight for a birthday slumber party. Jacob is sitting at home whining about being hungry, but he didn’t want to come the hospital with us so he has to wait until we get home for me to make him a Chef Boyardee pizza. Michelle is still perusing the cards. I wonder what kind of message she’s looking to send this year, funny or sappy. Ah, she’s done… Here we go across the store again. They are playing oldies over the speaker system here at the price chopper. Pop stuff from the 50s and 60s. Looks like we’re getting in line to pay. Later.

Howdy y’all. It’s lunch time, and I’m going to be heading out to McDonald’s to get a Cobb salad here in a minute. Lately, I’ve been eating a lot of quarter pounders and I’ve gained 10 pounds in the last month, so it’s time to switch back to salads. I’m sitting here in my newly remodeled kitchen/dining room and enjoying the view of the woods out the back door. It rained this morning and for some reason, that makes me realize that I really need to mow. Everything is still green and growing on this first day of October, but soon enough, everything will turn brown and die. Less than 5 weeks until the election. Michelle and I watched the presidential debate last night. I was pacing around and cleaning house for the whole 90 minutes. I was very nervous that Kerry would foul up somehow and ruin his chances to get elected. I don’t think I could stand another four years of George Bush. It’s not because he’s a Republican. I don’t disagree with everything the Republicans stand for, just as I don’t agree with everything in the Democrat’s platform. My biggest problem with George Bush is religious. We’re at war with Islamic fundamentalists abroad, but here at home, we’ve put the Christian fundamentalists in charge. I don’t want to be a Christian, and I don’t want to be treated like a second-class citizen for holding that particular opinion. I could rant on for hours about my beefs with the fundies, but I’m really starting to get hungry.

Buenos Dias from Fort Osage

Sitting in the dugout at Jacob’s baseball game. We’re winning 1-0 after 1 inning. We haven’t practiced in 2 months since the summer league’s season ended so they are doing better than expected. We left our kitchen remodelers in the house while we came out here. I’m looking forward to having our sink, dishwasher, and icemaker hooked up by the time we get back home. We’ve been eating out for a week since we’ve been sinkless, and I’m surprisingly unphased by it. It’s easier than messing with cooking and cleaning even if it is kind of expensive. However, I am looking forward to being able to indulge in my Saturday guilty pleasure of frozen pizza, an hour of Cops, and an hour of American’s Most Wanted instead of fighting the weekend crowds for table at the Olive Garden. 2 outs, time to get my head back into coaching.

9/11 Commission Report

I’ve been reading the 9/11 commission report over the last couple of weeks, and it has served as a reminder of the problems caused by religious fanaticism. I’ve also been reading some memetic analysis of Christian fundamentalism. For those of you who don’t know what memetics is, it is the study of the transmission and replication of ideas (memes). This has made me wonder what it is about certain ideas/memes that causes them to become viral. Where does one man’s speculation about the nature of the universe and how to act ethically within it turn it a religious movement that forces people to follow silly rules and convert or die? I don’t really have an answer to that, but it is going to be something that I am going to continue thinking about.

I am forever sitting in parking lots while women shop. Today I am in the lot of the Harry Hines Trading Company. Jacob is asleep in the backseat while Jill and Michelle are inside. Jake’s team, the Gorillas, had a baseball game this morning that they lost 11-3. They had a game last night too that lasted until 11:00 so they were all tired this morning. It didn’t help any that the 1st base coach (me) let two of our runners get picked off. I don’t know what my problem was, but I was just frustrated and pissed at the umpires the whole time. Avoid playing ball in Blue Springs if you can avoid it, because the umpires are assholes who call people safe before they even get to the base. Well, the girls are back, with new purses, so time to go get Popeye’s chicken to take to Stacie’s birthday party. Happy 15th Birthday Stacie.

Willkommen to another day in the life of Trent. Sitting in the parking lot of the Price Chopper this time. Michelle and the kids are inside getting stuff to take over to her mom’s house tomorrow. We’re having a little get together for the holiday and to celebrate my brother-in-law Joe’s birthday. So I’m sitting out here smoking a cigar and listening to KPRS 103.3 (the local urban station). Well, Jake just sprinted across the lot with a cartful so G2G.

Hola. I’m sitting in the Walmart parking lot smoking a Swisher Sweet woodtip. Today was the kids’ last day of school. I remember how much fun the summer months were for me when I was their age. Walking to the convenience store to play pinball and buy a glass bottle of Dr. Pepper… Going swimming in the apartment complex’s pool darn near every day… Playing baseball out on the commons using anything we could find for bases… Dumpster diving for Playboys that we could hide in our clubhouse in an unused storage locker next to the building laundry room… Yeah, those were the days. I don’t think my childhood could have been any more idyllic. Not a tragedy in sight. I stayed innocent for a long time. I just hope like heck that I can have that for my kids. I’m not sure even what kind of job I’ve done in that regard so far. I just had an odd idea. It is amazingly self indulgent even by my low standards. I’m thinking that I ought to write down all my stories before I forget them. If I do a passable job getting them down then maybe I could even turn it into a book. The truth is though that that is unlikely to happen. I can’t even find time to keep my little blog up to date. Well, the girls are done shopping so we’re off to Chili’s for a late dinner. (Via hiptop). Hasta manana.

Good evening. It’s been a long, boring week of work, and I’m glad it’s over. Unfortunately, I’m on call so I’ll probably end up getting paged at least once this weekend. I guess that’s the price I pay for getting to work from home. Well, it’s been over two months since my last blog entry and the soccer season is in full swing and baseball season starts next week and softball the week after that. I’ll be chauffering kids to practices and games 4 days a week for the next two months, but I love it. It’s the only social life I have. Geez, that’s pathetic. Does every middle-aged parent become virtually friendless over the years, or is it just me? Today is Michelle’s payday, so she’s taking the family out to dinner tonight. She picked Sunday night when we went out to Kobe Steakhouse for the teppanyaki grill and sushi, so I get to pick this time. The crappy thing is that I’m jonesing for a taco burger from Taco Via, but I feel like I need to pick some nice sit-down, order-a-cocktail kind of joint. The Taco Via is out in Lee’s Summit on M-291 highway. It’s just a franchise Mexican place, but the food is terrific. I feel a little uncomfortable with the decor, but the employees are friendly enough to make up for it. The place is just covered in fundamentalist Christian artwork and posters. They kept up the nativity scene 3 months after Christmas, and only took it down so that they could replace it with the three crosses and purple robe for Easter. I’m definitely not telling these folks about my religious beliefs. I’d have to put up with “that look” every time I went in there from now on. You freethinkers will know what “look” I’m talking about if you’ve ever come out of the closet to a fundamentalist acquantaince. I was the same way when I was in my teens. I wasn’t a Christian, but I did believe in a personal god, and when I met someone who said they were an atheist, I just couldn’t grasp what they were trying to tell me. “Seriously, how can you not believe in God? Are you just yanking my chain?” At the time, the concept seemed so self-apparent that I was just baffled. Now that I’m on the other end of this kind of transaction, I can see the look forming in their eyes, and it is a dreadful thing to see. A very religious friend of mine thought he would try to offer some comfort to me when Jacob was in the hospital getting his appendix out. He tried to have the “come to Jesus” talk with me and asked me if I believed in God. I told him that it depends on what you mean by God, and if you mean an old, white-haired man that lives above the clouds, then, no, I don’t believe in God. My wife and I haven’t been invited over to their house since, and 3 years later, conversations tend to be short and superficial when we run into each other in public, and I still get the “look” from him and his wife. Oh, well, what are you going to do? Pretend to believe something that you don’t? Not me, fella.