Saturday, January 21, 2012


It's an icy morning in the Cincy area.  The BMan and LL are heading to grandchild #3's birthday party.  The roads are getting better , so we are ready to go.  Now the BMan thinks grandkids are the greatest thing that was ever invented.  Why is that?  It really is true that you like your grandkids better than your own kids (that's like not love).  My belief is that without any real accountability to the grandkids and not seeing them every day brings about a relaxed responsibilty that if I get them home safe and happy I did my job.  It is so funny when their parents drop them off for us to watch them, we get sometimes these written list of rules, these do's and don'ts.  What do they think the LL and BMan are going to do, give them whatever they want, change their napping and bedtime habits, let them eat and drink what they want, and watch whatever they want on TV?  Well, yes we are.  But we're free, loving, teach them things they really shouldn't know, what's wrong with that.  They will recover.  The parents brought them into this world, it's their job to do the discipline, not ours.  Heck, we've already spent more on our grandkids than we ever did with our kids and that's the way it should be.  End of that story, so yes grandson #1, we can keep a secret when you want several pieces of candy from the BMan's stash.

We went to see "Billy Elliott" at the Aronoff last night.  It was a great play.  We usually go on Saturday nights, but we had a conflict for tonight.  The LL exchanged tickets and got us on the floor front and center, she loves that.  Our regular tickets are in the LOGE level.  She kept telling me to get better tickets, but I didn't because they were cheaper in the LOGE.  The  LL says if there was a ball on the stage, we'd have the best tickets in the house.  OK, next year the LL will win, the BMan will get tickets down on the floor front and center.  But maybe I can move our Bengals tickets to the 50 yard line.  You know, fair is fair.

The son that lives in the basement will be home alone this week as both the LL and I are out of town, so I have to get ready and go to the grocery so he has something to eat.  He left a list of what he wants, but no money, go figure.

Happy Birthday dad, 77 years old today!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012


The BMan has been extremely busy the past few weeks and has dropped this blog.  I really believe no one hardly noticed , however.  A lot has been going on.  I have been in a new job in sales.  I really did not know if I would like it, but I really do.  It is really different work.  I sell Professional Development around many education initiatives and it takes time.  My perspective as an educator does get me in many doors and I can develop the relationships and talk the language that is practical and what they understand.  There is a fine line from being pushy and patient.  I already have many customers in the pipeline ( that was a new term to me) and am pushing things forward.  So we'll see if I can close these things.

The BMan is over the playoff loss by the Bengals, but it took a while.  In reflection, it was a great year and we did better than expected, but once they made the playoffs I wanted more.  It's kinda' like getting the date with the girl you never thought you had a chance with and then you don't even get past 1st base.  Things are looking up for next year.

It is about time for football to be over and that really bums me out.  The Reds will keep me interested and the college basketall tournament is always enjoyable.  Until then, it is a lot of the History Channel and  stuff like that.  I'm on the road so much, though, I just fall asleep and go to the next place.

Why do women want to always know what is wrong and have men talk it out?  WE DON'T want to talk it out, just let us pout and deal with it.  As you know we really only think about sex, beer, and sports and at the BMan's age it is mostly sports.  So if I'm sad, some team or person I like lost, so let me deal with it.

Why women bring up things we said that hurts them 2-3 weeks after we said them?  The LL said I said something at Christmas that hurt her.  I don't remember saying it, although I know I probably did.  I really don't get that and most men don't.  Those that know me know that I don't have a very good filter on what I say, the more relaxed the situation, the less I filter.  I really don't mean anything about what I say I'm just spouting.  My loved one's in the family should know this by now.  Wait until I get to be 75, I bet I really won't care what I say.

Happy 1st birthday to Daniel grandchild #3 tomorrow!!   I love you buddy and he won't remember what I say and I'll give him money or anything else he wants.