One more pic that I found on Golf Girl's blog.

These are some pictures that I've been saving to blog about, but I might just T.O. myself instead.

Tivo List

Since I don't have a Tivo, I'll just have to post a list of the shows that it would hypothetically be set up to record. In no particular order I present the following:

My Name is Earl
NFL Cheerleader Playoffs
Desperate Housewives
Grey's Anatomy (for my wife)
Dancing With the Stars
Biggest Loser
Project Runway
Heroes (this might suck, but I'm interested to see how fast I'll get bored with it)
Bones (I've seen one episode, it looked ok)
Iron Chef America (in the hopes that somebody kills Bobby Flay)
Girls Next Door (don't judge me)
America's Next Top Model (seriously, don't judge me)
Any Justice League Cartoons
Teen Titans

Oh yeah, and Endurance or Endurance Island, whatever it's called. It's kind of like Survivor with 13 year olds. It's fun to watch because these kids aren't completely tainted yet and some of them still have morals. They want to do the "right" thing and stand by their "friends" even though it's strategic suicide.
Oh and anything that has the words "WWE" and "diva" in it.

Youth Soccer Update

We are a few games into my daughter's first season with our start up soccer team and I think we are coming upon a crucial juncture. We are 0-2 at this point and if we don't have a good showing Saturday I'm afraid the girls are going to lose faith that they can do this. We've got our obstacles and I knew this was going to be a tough season a while back. Only two of the girls (one of them mine) has ever played before. On top of that we are one of only two new teams in our division. All of the other teams have been together at least a couple of years. This makes a monumental difference at this stage, and I think even more so with girls. They are having to learn about competition. Not just skills, not just soccer, but competition. This is a concept that I think a lot of little girls are shielded from. Me against you and I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that you lose. This isn't about us all having fun, because truthfully losing isn't fun. Our first game was against a really rude team that started smack talking and insulting our girls after they got up a couple of goals on us. This really upset our players. On top of that they were pulling hair, hitting, tripping and doing anything they could to fight for the ball. Whereas I don't condone any of their actions (in fact I complained to the commissioner). In the end I think it was a good thing for our team to face them in the first game. The girls realized that the other team wasn't out there to make friends. It was a good wake up call for all of them. We actually finished the game rather strongly and I think that if we faced them again that we would probably win. The second game we were short handed and had only one substitute. All of the girls had to play substantially longer than they were used to. I saw improvement on some things (positioning, aggressiveness, kick offs, throw ins). This team was better behaved than the last time, but was also better skilled. They beat us pretty soundly, but at points it was obvious that our girls were just exhausted. Once again it was good experience for the girls that were there. They learned that you have to push yourself, exhausted or not, until the game is done.
So game 3 is Saturday and I am excited. I honestly get really excited about all of them. We've had two strong practices where I'm seeing progress (spacing, passing, defending) and I hope this is the game where we turn our fortunes around. From what I understand this will be against the other team that is new, so it means that much more to me.

Thundercats Are On the Prowl

Oh nostalgia, nostalgia, nostalgia. Thanks to our recent free trial period with Blockbuster Online I've gotten to watch some DVD's that I wouldn't have been able to otherwise. I've now been able to share with my kids some of the joys of my youth. It was fun to see them getting into Thundercats and even better when I caught my son singing the words to the theme song of The Greatest American Hero after watching a couple of episodes of that one night. He liked the show, but just thought the theme song was too cool. I have to agree that it is one of the best themes of all time, so it was really neat to share this with my kid. I was so excited that the following week I decided I needed to share the Thunder with the people at work. Remember, Dagromm will always share the Thunder.

Football Football Football!!!

It's time! That day that every red blooded American male looks forward to. the start of American Football. Trying to prep myself for gametime and of course my fantasy football matchup I decided to go onto Fanball today and read up on some recent football news. I'm not a member and I just read the free articles so I was glad to see their main football article for today was their "expert" opinions on who the most over-hyped players going into this season are. It's not a bad article and I agree with a lot of what they said, but I shuddered when I read the senior editor's thoughts on someone selecting Frank Gore, "Let's face it, trusting a second-year player who has already blown out both knees is more foolish than swimming with stingrays." Ouch. The body isn't even cold. Having personal relations with the Q/Erwin family, I have to say that this is pushing the boundaries of callousness, into the realm of distaste.
This does lead me to another topic though, which is don't fuck with wild animals. It apparently becomes too easy to get to a point where you are comfortable and forget your own mortality. I'm not faulting anybody here, but they are called animals for a reason. They screw around with them long enough then I'm not shocked when a tiger rips one's arm off, or a grizzly tears one to pieces, and on and on and on. It's really not much different to me then Nascar drivers being killed in a crash. Sad? Yes. Tragic? No. Tragedy is when you do everything to avoid that kind of danger and it still finds you.

So in summation: Go Football!

I Need a Digital Camera!!!!

Over the course of one week I have now seen three seperate things that made me curse the fact that I bought a digital camera for my wife and not for myself. The first one occurred when I was on my way to meet up with the Q for a trip to Texarkana and Shreveport. While approaching the new Preston Rd overpass on 121 I saw graffiti painted in purple, blue, and black. Aside from noting that it was obviously done by someone who knew what they were doing I was also taken by the message they wrote next to the picture. In a very emphatic statement written in purple the artist had deemed it neccessary to state, "Pluto is not a planet!" I'm glad to see that the youth of America are so involved with our current scientific events of the day and want to get the word out. On the same trip and same day as the Q and I were making our long and lonely trip to Texarkana we passed what must be the most bad assed retaurant in the world. That's right, the sign said it all. The Q and I went into shocked disbelief and a quiet respect for "Ninja's Restaurant". We dared not enter for fear of being found unworthy. It admittedly didn't look too busy, but I imagine that the stealthy patrons who would enter there are too well trained in the shadowy martial arts for us to detect them. Kick ass! Lastly, the other day while traveling down the highway with my wife, I saw a newer looking Dodge pick up towing a new looking sporty boat. I didn't get a good look at the driver, but he appeared to be in his twenties and doing pretty well for himself. On the back of the boat in large letters he had written, "The Prostidude" which alone was enough to crack me up, but what puushed it over the top was what was written beneath that. Also in very large letters it continued, "AKA Ovarian Assault". All I could say was, "Wow". I couldn't tell from my wife's reaction to it what she thought. Amused or disgusted. I can only imagine the look on the poor father whose daughter gets picked for a day at the lake by this young fellow and doesn't see the inscription on the boat until it's driving off. I wish I could share pictures of all of this with you, but alas I don't yet have a digital camera. Keep it real America.