I know it is wrong to covet. But Quantico Tactical is one of those great stores that you just feel compelled to support, and the ad I got today in an email is just one of those "must have" occasions. Imagine how cool it would be to have your very own Claymore attached to the receiver hitch on the back of your car. Well, thanks to the brilliant folks at QTS, here's your chance:
My order's been placed. Support your local "hero store" and order one today.
Since Jack has learned to walk, he has developed several interesting habits. Take, for instance, the thing he likes most to do in the morning while we are getting ready for work (Doc) and school (me). He wanders around, pulling things out of containers and off shelves, sometimes with the exploratory chew. Then he wanders into the bathroom, where he heads directly for the toilet paper roll mounted on the wall:
For all of our faithful readers, we have some great news: we are expecting Number Two in early August 2010. My, how quickly two becomes five (I insist we count Dean as a family member). Here's a pic of the little lad / lass:
We are understandably excited about this terrific news, and on the ultrasound he/she looks like a vigorous little creature. We'll keep you updated with more info as it becomes available.
I got started off this morning with an introduction to the Law of Remedies, or more precisely “The means by which a legal right is enforced, or the manner by which a violation of a legal right is prevented, redressed, vindicated or compensated.” Fun stuff.
As I sat there, it occurred to me (mainly by noticing everyone else's Facebook and Twitter posts) that this is my last First Day of School. Kind of a milestone, and while no one knows what fate and happenstance may bring, I expect I will not find myself sitting in a classroom again as a student for quite some time. I have to say, both the intellectual pursuits and the pace of life these last three years have been a treat and I have tried hard to enjoy this phase of my life.
Bar prep starts Tuesday and late July will begin looming over the horizon. But for now -particularly after a wonderfully tasty gyro at Jack's Corner Grille with Doc - this has been a pretty good day.
I am glad that we have a very tolerant dog. Dean is, well - he's special. He's smart (but not all the time) and he is obedient (some of the time) and graceful (hardly ever). But at the very least, he is tolerant of the growing interactions between him and his little brother from a different mother.
For instance, when he was just a pup I taught him to calmly play catch while laying on the floor across the room from me. He lays there and I roll the tennis ball towards his snout. He catches it, chews on it a bit and rolls it back in my general direction. He'll do this for about a half hour before he starts to lose interest (which is about 5 times longer than I'm willing to do it). Recently, this dog-bility has worked well with Jack's newfound penchant for throwing things. Jack sits on the ground and rolls the ball to Dean; Dean rolls it back to Jack. This usually only lasts for a few minutes, since Jack's new throwing skills usually end up in a errant toss behind his back or over his head (we're still working on his release timing).
Last Saturday, we were sitting on the floor playing and watching hunting shows on VersusTV (which is fast becoming our Saturday morning routine when Doc is working). We topped it off with a little country music in the background. So it was fitting that Jack and Dean's newest game - Dog Bone Keep Away - was fit to the soundtrack of Hillbilly Bone by Blake Shelton. Jack would taunt Dean with the bone, Dean would lick it and try to take it away. Then Jack would triumphantly remove it from Dean's snout. And then try to lick it himself (but I stopped the game right there). For most dogs, I think the kids life might have been in peril at that point, but not with Dean. Good dog, indeed.
Anybody remember The Fall Guy? I am certain that this was one of my favorite shows growing up, and not just because of Heather Thomas.
I mean, forget all the reality shows on TV today - this was a story about real life the way it is supposed to be: about a guy (Colt Seavers) that grows up to be a Stunt Man and a Bounty Hunter, with a faithful sidekick, a smokin' hotgirlfriend, and a 1981 GMC 4x4 truck with a 6" lift, chrome roll bar and brush guard, Warn winch, and 35-inch Dick Cepek
off-road tires mounted on a 16-inch chrome wagon style wheel. Awesome.
By the way, re-runs of this show (although I am pretty sure I remember some originals - it didn't go off the air after the '86 season) are one of the only things that saved me after they pulled the Dukes of Hazzard.
Well, I am starting to think that Jack would like to grow up to be the Fall Guy's successor. He seems to have a natural predisposition for crashing into things - deliberately. Just check out this video clip:
I even caught him humming the tune to the title track the other day.
Well, I'm not the kind to kiss and tell, But I've been seen with Farrah. I've never been with anything less than a nine, so fine. I've been on fire with Sally Field, Gone fast with a girl named Bo. But somehow they just don't end up as mine. It's a death-defyin' life I lead, I take my chances. I die for a livin' in the movies and TV. But the hardest thing I ever do is watch my leading ladies Kiss some other guy while I'm bandagin' my knee. I might fall from a tall buildin', I might roll a brand-new car. 'Cause I'm the unknown stuntman That made Redford such a star. I've never spent much time in school, But I've taught ladies plenty. It's true I hire my body out for pay, A hey, hey! I've gotten burned over Cheryl Tiegs, Blown up for Raquel Welch, But when I wind up in the hay, it's only hay, A hey hey! I might jump an open drawbridge, Or Tarzan from a vine, 'Cause I'm the unknown stuntman That makes Eastwood look so fine.
On nights like tonight, when I'm 20 hours in to a 24+ hour shift, it's the image of my sweet little boy sitting on the mat at daycare today, banging two blocks together and throwing his head back with peels of laughter with each clang, that gets me through. That and the thought of walking in the back door to the welcoming arms of all my boys, still in their pjs, cooking a grand breakfast feast to the smooth voice of Ella or Louis. If one kid is this much fun, is two simply exponentially better?
Over the last few days, Jackson's walking aptitude has really progressed. Monday, he accidentally took four steps after letting go of the ottoman, before crashing into my lap. Tuesday, something clicked and he purposefully let go and triumphantly took those same four steps, to the tune of a half-dozen iterations.
And tonight, he ran circles around his room and the den, opening and closing the door, climbing over the dog, and every now and then crossing from one part of the room to the other, laughing and smiling with newfound glee. I think he is about to go on a tear.
Anybody remember 
