Sunday, April 30, 2006

Observations:

1. Burping a baby at 3:00 in the morning is no treat. Plus, formula burps STINK so bad.

2. At 3:00 in the morning, there is nothing on TV. EVEN ON SATELLITE. All that is on is infomercials and advertisements for Girls Gone Wild. Even Disney was a paid advertisement. Didn't we pay a chunk of money to actually have something to watch when we got the dish this weekend?

3. Here is my Audrey Moment of Zen:

Friday, April 28, 2006

Can somebody give me some stinking good news?

All morning I've been inundated with horrible news- kids getting shot, poor health diagnoses, kids losing files and papers.....ENOUGH! Give me something good!

So I need people to leave comments that ONLY contain good news in them.

NOW!

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Yesterday I finally remembered how to play golf. On the coldest, windiest nastiest day of the year, I finally put it together. Made me look like I actually knew what I was doing. Ahhh.......

Natalie kept little britches for me last night and I slept from 9:30 straight through to Dawn! It was awesome! YEE HA! I forgot what 8 hours of sleep felt like!

In other news, all of you need to keep in your hearts and minds the Kansas City Chiefs Organization. Saturday is the draft. They need a Wide Receiver, a cornerback, and a stud defensive End. Please pray that they meet these goals, because I cannot stand to watch them have another horrible defensive season.

Amen.

Yesterday I finally remembered how to play golf. On the coldest, windiest nastiest day of the year, I finally put it together. Made me look like I actually knew what I was doing. Ahhh.......

Natalie kept little britches for me last night and I slept from 9:30 straight through to Dawn! It was awesome! YEE HA! I forgot what 8 hours of sleep felt like!

In other news, all of you need to keep in your hearts and minds the Kansas City Chiefs Organization. Saturday is the draft. They need a Wide Receiver, a cornerback, and a stud defensive End. Please pray that they meet these goals, because I cannot stand to watch them have another horrible defensive season.

Amen.

Yesterday I finally remembered how to play golf. On the coldest, windiest nastiest day of the year, I finally put it together. Made me look like I actually knew what I was doing. Ahhh.......

Natalie kept little britches for me last night and I slept from 9:30 straight through to Dawn! It was awesome! YEE HA! I forgot what 8 hours of sleep felt like!

In other news, all of you need to keep in your hearts and minds the Kansas City Chiefs Organization. Saturday is the draft. They need a Wide Receiver, a cornerback, and a stud defensive End. Please pray that they meet these goals, because I cannot stand to watch them have another horrible defensive season.

Amen.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

There will be showers of blessing......

RAIN!!! YEEE HAW! FINALLY!

In other news, yesterday was a day of great joy and great frustration. First, the bad news. Last night was the first night that Audrey, our NOW 4 week old daughter (already going so fast) just flat out cried for no apparent reason. Actually, we're pretty sure she just had gas pains, which is a pretty big source of irritation for little ones. But she flat out WAILED last night...not so much during the late night hours, but during that critical 5 to 8 window that I like to use to wind down. No matter how I held her, what I sang to her, how I rocked her, walked her, whatever, she wouldn't stop crying. Even Natalie had a hard time getting her to quiet down. She cried the entire time between feedings, and then finally at 7:00 she settled down on Nat's chest and laid there for nearly 4 hours. Natalie was afraid to move and wake her up.

Plus I sat up with her as she was WIDE AWAKE from 12:00 until 2:30 am.

But here is the good news.

For the first time in a LONG time, we had something to watch!

Yes, we had satellite installed. Dishnetwork HD! HD!! HD!!!! I watched a few innings of the Cubs-Marlins game in HD, about a third of the Heat- Bulls NBA game in HD, even a little NASCAR roundup in HD. (I hate NASCAR AND THE NBA). But the kicker was that at 1:30 in the morning I watched...shudder....spanish major league soccer in HD.

Watching HD is like looking through a picture window into reality as it happens. I cannot WAIT to see how great football looks. Heck, I think I'd watch Celebrity nose picking if it was in HD. Paint drying in HD. I have 20 something channels of HD. Marty Stuart was playing in concert in HD. I hate Marty Stuart. I watched it anyway.

Of course, my eyes were crossing and I was teetering on the verge of falling out of my chair, but I watched until baby girl finally crashed out.

Then I woke up again at 3:30 when she woke up again, howling. It was Natalie's turn then, and I stayed the heck in bed. On red days I have to wake up at 6:00 to get everything done for class. 6:00 came VERY early. VERY early indeed.

Tonight....I get to watch SUMO wrestling in HD! I can't wait to see their big sweaty diapers clear as a bell! HD fat guys!

Monday, April 24, 2006

There will be showers of blessing!

Looks like we finally will get some rain.....oh man how we need it. The more the better- keep on pouring, baby!

In other news, we figured out something great this weekend about Audrey. She is a belly-sleeper. We were having major battles every time we'd try to put her down- she simply HATES lying on her back unless she's being held. But we finally tried just putting her close to sleep on our chests, then laying her down on her belly in her crib. Viola! Sleeping Audrey! Woo-Hoo! Now it's only a 30 minute process instead of a 2 hour apocalyptic battle to put her down! Of course, we don't leave her like that, since we were practically threatened with being flayed alive if we let the baby sleep on her belly because of SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome), despite the fact that ever since we had her every one who's ever had a baby has told us that they put THEIR kids down on their bellies, because newborns naturally prefer to sleep in that position.

But we'll do whatever is the safest for her, although I suspect that the belly-sleeping is frowned upon because a lot of parents try to make their kids TOO comfortable and litter their cribs with blankets, pillows, stuffed toys, etc. They don't need all that stuff. Kids (Audrey especially) could sleep in a dump truck driving through a rock concert being held at a nitro glycerine plant.

OUT!

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Fletcher's tidbits:

My daughter is destined to be an opera star. The girl has a set of lungs on her that could fill the Rose Bowl. Boy can that girl get loud!

Senior-itis has set in BIG time for this year's graduating class. And with the weather like it was yesterday and today, who can blame them? Baxter's Golf Coach, Glen Crotts, suggested that from April until the end of the school year class should dismiss at noon. I think we should at least have elective classes in the afternoon like "Napping in Hammock 101" or "Fishing" or "Napping While Fishing."

It's coming to the annual time of year where my buddies and I geek out and go to a midnight screening. Last year it was Star Wars III, the year before that it was Spider-Man 2, the year before that it was X-men 2, the year before that, Spider-Man, ahh........good memories. This year it will be X-men 3 the night before school gets out, at 12:01 am Friday May 26. Bwahahahaha! Dorks of the world unite!

I played the worst golf in my life yesterday. I might as well have been swinging a wiffle bat instead of a golf club. I went home to my "driving range"- the practice soccer field by Carl Junction High School's baseball field and football stadium- and relaxed. I did much better.

My yard is out of control. I have two firm beliefs in my life- 1) There is a God, and I'm not him, and 2) mowing sucks. I have never mowed a yard in my life. Never have, never will. My father in law does it for us. We don't even have a lawn mower. My neighbors' boy is going to mow it for us. But right now, our yard resembles the Amazon Rain Forest. Last night I'm pretty sure I saw a band of gorillas nesting behind my back porch.

Speaking of Gorillas, I went to the PSU Spring Football game last Saturday with Juice and T-Ho. Good times. Ate at Bob's Grill. VERY good times.

Finally, at our Easter Service at church last Sunday, we did a Living Lord's Supper, in which 13 men take the role of one of the disciples and Jesus as portrayed by Leonardo Da Vinci. I was Andrew, the bearded fellow on the end holding his hands up like he was being mugged. Let's just say that for 21 minutes we all had to remain perfectly still, which is much more difficult than it sounds. Plus, I was the last disciple to get to pick out an outfit. There was nothing left at all except for scraps and random bits of clothing. So Disciple Andrew looked like a Hurricane Katrina refugee. I was SCRAGGY, man. SCRAGGY. I wore the same outfit Quasimodo wore in the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Rumor has it that we all looked good- I haven't seen the tape yet or any pictures. I look forward to it. St. Andrew the Tall and SCRAGGY!

Monday, April 17, 2006

Sydney Kong

I was looking on my computer at a review of the new "King Kong" DVD that came out two weeks ago, and my cat was sitting in my lap staring at the screen with much interest. I think the picture of Kong standing astride the Empire State Building, desperately swinging at attacking airplanes, has inspired my cat Sydney to imitate Kong.

Guess what his new hobby is?



The darn cat has been using the railing on our back porch to leap on the house. I've caught him up there 3 different times. The first time he was scared to jump down on his own and I had to reach up and pull him down. Got a few scratches for that adventure. Now he's overcome his fear of heights and he just jumps down on his own.

I better not be around when I watch The Lion King. Next Thing I know he'll be wandering off to the woods, and instead of bringing home a warthog and a Meerkat, he'll bring home a groundhog and a chipmunk, then they'll attack me.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

This is the beginning of a post that will explain why golf is one of the greatest games on earth and one of the dumbest at the same time.

Reasons why golf is great:

1. It is hard. So hard that when you make a good shot, you really feel like you accomplished something.

Why golf is stupid:

1. It is hard. So hard that unless you spend an inordinate amount of time and money playing the game, you will never get better. There are very, very few natural golf players, primarily because the tools they give you to accomplish a relatively inane task (putting a ball into a hole) are vastly inappropriate for the job.

Why golf is great:

1. It is quiet. A well played round of golf is a nice, relaxing way to spend the afternoon (or all day). There is no loud Rap music meant to "hype" me up to play golf, no screaming crowds unless you make a nice hit and are a PGA tour member, and whistles or coaches screaming at you.

Why golf is stupid:

1. It is quiet. There has never been a grimmer, more somber game ever invented (except maybe for chess, in which ultra-nerdy announcers commentating on a game will wet themselves over a seeminly innocuous move such as "He moved his knight's pawn to Bishop rank file 3! That is a grievous error, and the crowd looks for Yuri Oskori to hang himself after such a dunder-headed mistake!") There is no cheering. You must not talk. You must not breathe, no matter how far away from the "action" you may be. Tiger Woods got all poopy at the Masters the other day when someone on a tee box 100 yards away happened to drive the ball at the same time he did. The other player's PING-sound messed Tiger up, he said, and that was the excuse he used for shanking a 300 yard drive into the next county. Boo-fricking-hoo.

Why golf is great:

1. It is slow. It forces you to concentrate. Every shot counts. If you walk the course, you have time to clear your mind and focus on the task at hand.

Why golf is stupid:

1. It is SLOW. Watching paint dry can be more exciting to the outsider. Watching some players play (high school and up) is like watching a 40 hour documentary on the mating ritual of the three toed sloth. They get behind the ball, look at the hole, take three practice swings, pull out another club, take three more practice swings, then adress the ball. Aim. Take a practice swing. Re-aim. Reach down and pluck the leave ten inches in front of the ball that could not in ANY WAY affect their shot from the earth. Bend over, settle into their stance. Bend their knees. Re-aim. Finally, they swing. The ball goes three feet because they topped it, and the process starts all over again. No sport should take 6 hours to perform an average of 90 swings of the club. No way. I have ADHD when it comes to golf, because honestly after 9 holes, I'm bored and ready to do something else. A nice round of golf for me should take 3 hours, possible less. But not golfers. Nope.

Why golf is great:

1. It is a great game to play with friends. Even friends who are terrible golfers. Several hours on the golf course is a great way to catch up on news (gossip), to reminesce, and to just play in a relaxed, comfortable atmosphere.

Why golf is stupid:

1. It is a terrible game to play with strangers. Put a random group of people together on the golf course, especially men, (this rule does not apply to women, who can have fun no matter where they are doing no matter what), and they will immediately go stone silent and puff their chests out. It is time to go to work. It is time to be serious. Golf amongst strangers, especially rivals, is a bloodthirsty, cutthroat affair. Now to be honest, this rule doesn't apply ALL the time, but a great deal of the time, at least as it comes to SEK League coaches. For some people a round of golf is a test of manhood, as silly as that may sound. To me a more logical test of manhood would be to wrestle a bear, or engage a band of ninjas in hand to hand combat or to climb a sheer-rock faced mountain with out any rappelling gear. Nope, to these guys your validation as a man depends on how far you hit a little white ball. Every guy on the first tee takes about a million practice swings, gets up, and swings as hard as they possibly can to see who can outdrive each other. There are some big hitters in the league, there are some finesse players, and then there is me. So when these pissing contests (my blog, I'll say it if I want to, because that is what it is) begin, career golfers tend to frown upon beginners, forgetting that they too were newbies at one time.

Why golf is great:

1. The clubs, man! The clubs! All different colors, shapes, sizes.....you could literally spend ten hours a day reading about new clubs, new technologies which allow the creation of golf balls which, if hit properly, could reach orbit, deposit an independent satellite manned with three astronauts and a monkey named Otto, then return for a soft two bounce landing on the green AFTER it stops to pose for a photo with Tiger Woods at Augusta National. I only have a cheap set of clubs, because Natalie said I can't buy new ones until I can hit the crappy ones I have. Besides, as Kyle Anderson told me, he could hit the tar out of his $19 Wal-Mart Driver, but when he bought a $400 Cobra, he couldn't keep it in the fairway. (That's a phrase I like to think sounds dirty but isn't. "Keeping it in the fairway." Heh heh.) Newer expensive clubs can mask some problems with more forgiving sweet-spots, but they can also make your mistakes catastrophic.

Why golf is stupid:

1A. The clubs, man! The clubs! I did an ebay search for golf clubs for sale this morning, and the search results generated 6,626 items for sale. I looked at a few of them- you know, honestly, to the average golfer, one club is just as good as another. But it's not about the club- it's about the STATUS, man, the STATUS. Just as a guy pulling into our school parking lot in a new 2006 Mustang GT Convertible is sure to get some oohs and ahhs, a guy with a new Titleist 100000 cc Mega-Death Howitzer Fairway Raper driver is sure to have people flocking to him, begging to touch the club, hold the club, take practice swings with the club, and, if it is his birthday, bar mitzvah, or a national holiday, actually HIT A BALL with the club. Instant 15 minutes of fame. When I'm with the other coaches swinging sets of clubs that are far more valuable than my car, I always feel a little inadequate pulling out my set of "CrapMasters." I shouldn't, because when I hit my clubs well I hit them just as well as those fancy-pants guys.

1B. The balls, man, the balls. There are more brands of golf balls than you can choke a whale with. The differences in the balls vary, including weight, dimple distribution, 2 piece and 3 piece constuction, soft feel, hard feel, long, hi spin, lo-spin, side-spin, blah blah blah. Now, to really good golfers, this really can make a difference. Absolutely it can. But I just nearly die of laughter when I see some of our high school golfers ramble on about the attributes of each ball and then proceed to whack the ball all over the course. It doesn't matter a single lick at this level. Not a lick.

1C. The clothes, man, the clothes. Why in the world are you required to dress up to play a game? That is retarded. You could argue, I guess, that it is no different than baseball uniforms, but the requirement most courses have that all shirts have collars is simply ridiculous. WHO CARES if there are collars on a shirt? Not this man. I could play in over-alls, hiking boots, and a wifebeater T-shirt if it wouldn't set off the fashion alarm of every sensible dresser in the county.

Why golf is great:

1. It is exclusive. It is kinda nice to know that when you go out to play golf you will only be joined by people who WANT to play golf. No crying babies, no screaming old people, no REALLY drunk folks (some regular drunks, but generally no obnoxious drunks wanting to start fights).....no mall rats, etc......kinda nice.

Why golf is stupid:

1. It is exclusive. Golf is (and let's face it) a middle to upper class white guy's sport. In a financially depressed area like we live, your average lower income guy or gal is not going to drop the $20 on greens fees to spend an afternoon playing golf when they can instead grab their pole, dig some worms, buy a six pack of the beverage of their choice, and spend several hours by a pit, creek, pond, river, or fish hatchery. The only way I get to play golf in the off season is to make an EFFORT to save my pennies and pony up for the greens fees. The golfing community is a tight knit yet welcoming one; however, it is still less than inclusive.

I really like the game- don't get me wrong about that. But there are lots of things I DO NOT like about it, like golf tournaments (at least the ultra competitive ones- but that is my view on everything- once you get ultra-competitive, it loses the fun.) Most golf tournaments I've coached and witnessed, you have 54 VERY GRIM and angry boys moping around the course in a constant sour mood. They may be happy when it's over, but is 10 minutes of happiness worth five and a half hours of grimacing? I don't think so. Other sports have moments of celebration, yelling, a way to let off steam after you make a particularly great play. In golf, unless you are willing to risk a disqualification, you must pretty much remain near-silent as you play. There's a reason golf claps are quiet people. Hard to get excited with golf claps.

Oh well. Time to get ready for a golf tournament!

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

My sister's truck exploded Sunday during Church.

I am not making this up.

Well, okay, maybe I'm making a LITTLE bit of it up. The truck didn't actually explode, but it did catch fire, burst into massive flames, and melt the entire aluminum engine into the pavement of the Baxter Springs High School Parking Lot, which is where our church currently meets until we finish our own building north of Baxter Springs.

A little kid noticed it was aflame and called 911. Good thing the truck wasn't parked near anything else. That could have been bad.


In other news, Audrey was awake nearly ALL night. She wasn't crying or being overly fussy, she just has her nights and days completely turned around. She is asleep all night and awake all day. I took the 8 to 10 shift before I finally had enough. Natalie took over after that since I had to get up for work and she is still on maternity leave. Little girl was still awake, despite the fact that Natalie normally nearly gets her to sleep automatically every single time within a few minutes. Normally when I hold her of an evening time, in her mind it automatically means "PLAYTIME."

So I told her the first story in a multi-part series called "Jedidiah Fletcher: Indian Killer." Very un-PC, but still good because he is the Indian killer who doesn't actually kill Indians. He is their friend, and his name in Cherokee means "Flying Buzzard" because of his non-handsome looks and his immense size. Last night's adventure was called "Jedidiah Fletcher and the Silver Canyon." I made it up on the spot, and if I must say, it was pretty doggone good.

I get the inspiration for these stories because they are the tales that my dad used to tell us kids on long trips to make us shut up. My favorite story by my dad though was "The Chicken With the Shiny Hiney." It was about a little chicken who got his rear stuck in a feather plucker and ran all over the place with a shiney hiney.

Hey, when you're 7, you'll laugh at anything.

I love my dad.

Monday, April 10, 2006

I'm not sure what day it is right now.

In fact, I'm not even sure who I am right now.

People told me this would happen, but I didn't really believe them. After all, who would forget ME?

Well, as of two weeks ago today, my name is no longer Chad Fletcher. My new legal name (just finished the paperwork last night) is Audrey's Dad.

But that sits fine with me!

I have TONS of things to write about, I simply have not had the time to write them. From Friday night's Golf Tournament that Wouldn't End, to the Tornado that narrowly missed us Thursday, to Prom (in which I wore tights....tights!), to the nearly endless waves of people and visitors to see Audrey.....I am pooped.

But back to the grindstone!

Monday, April 03, 2006

This morning I left my baby girl at home to come to work for the first time.

It was so HARD!

I rocked her this morning, savoring each second, staring at her little fingers, her toes, watching with amazement as her little face showed each emotion in vast library of feelings- and then, at 6:55, I walked her to the bedroom, placed her in the pack and play, kissed my wife goodbye, and silently tip-toed out the door. I took a second as I sat in my car and said a little prayer for them both.

Then my car was dead and I had to jump start it for like the 10000000th time. Stupid car.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Yeah, yeah...it was April Fool's. Ha ha. I'm still just as poor as ever!

Right now there is a MASSIVE storm outside. It's 2:05 am. THere is no way I can sleep. None at all. Not with the thunder....and the lightning.....each one makes me wince, because I'm scared Audrey will be scared and wake up.

I go back to school on Monday- is it over already? Sniff, sniff. Oh well, I get to show more pictures off, PLUS I get to set my new favorite picture frame up at school!

The UNTHINKABLE HAS HAPPENED!

Last night on a whim I bought a lottery ticket to play the Powerball, figuring that is was my lucky WEEK with Audrey being born!

Guess who is a MILLIONAIRE!

331.3 million dollars!

HA HAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHHAH

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS