Bits of Randomness

Hunger Strike: Our normally voracious little man has decided that isn’t much interested in eating the past few days. The process of getting him to eat has become quite the struggle as of late, but cutting five teeth all at the same time is the culprit. In order to get him to consume anything of substance we are back to completely pureed food and, whenever possible, something cold. Fortunately now that he is a year old he has taken to yogurt and he’ll eat that pretty much at will. I wish there was more I could do to ease his pain, but the battle royales we’ve been having at meal time are getting a little old.

Marriage is all about communication: My wonderful wife organized a date night for us on Saturday night to celebrate my birthday, which was very cool until I realized it was right in the middle of the NFL draft. As I mentioned last week I am a NFL junkie and the draft is an offseason fix that I need to get me through until training camp. She kindly offered to change our plans so I could be home to watch the draft. However, since it has been several months since we have even attempted a date night, we left the plans in tact. My only request was to have a friend of mine text me with updates on my team, and my team only, to which she readily agreed. It was an excellent night and something we need to do more often now that little man is a little older and, as parents, we are a little braver.

The Communion Burger, new from Hardees: So, on Sunday we were going into our church for weekly services when we passed a man firing up a big grill that was the size of a trailer and attached to his SUV. I opined to my wife that it was nice that they were giving us burgers and hot dogs for communion this week. I don’t know what came over me, but the next thing out of my mouth was: “This is my body, which I have ground up into a patty and grilled for you. Take and eat, especially with some cheese and spicy mustard.” Yes, I know, I’m going to hell for that one.

On the express bus, as it turns out: After unleashing my inner Carlin outside church, things didn’t get any better after we went in and got settled. During the announcements we found out the service would be performed by a substitute pastor. As he began the service I first thought he sounded a little like Deputy Dog, but after he started in on his sermon I quickly changed my mind. He definitely sounded more like comedian Tim Wilson, which made me think of this comedy bit of his and effectively ruined the rest of the service, the mental midget that I am:

Got your Mother’s Day gift yet?: Here’s a great way to honor the mom in your life.  Support the Mrs. Dude Boob Fund whose goal is to raise $30K to help fight breast cancer. Check out my post on this yesterday here, or visit Hugh Weber over at Dudetodad.com.

Tagged as: Breast cancer, date night, Health, Kids, Mother's Day, National Football League, NFL, NFL Draft, Sport utility vehicle, Teething, Tim Wilson