June 20th-21st - 13-13

Fathers' Day. I don't get it. I did things for my dad a kid, but now that I'm a dad, I really just don't get it. I'm not at all lying to you when I say that if Fathers' Day came and went without an acknowledgement from my family, I wouldn't care at all.

But they did stuff for me. The kids made a little paperweight. Tieraney bought my some chocolate covered cherries and Seattle Seahawks corn hole bags.

Do I need to explain corn hole? Is that just a midwest hick thing?



I don't play it. I get angry at those who do play it. But Tieraney found Seattle Seahawks corn hole bags at the mall. Knowing there are absolutely no other Seattle Seahawks items at the mall. She bought them. She purposely bought four, because you need eight to play, and she didn't want to imply that I should play. She just wanted to buy something of the Seahawks, and the lady said she had to buy at least four.

That's the way Tieraney and I work. It's good.

Saturday I did nothing. Sat around. Played games with the kids. Hung some shelves in the garage. Oh, we did play some miniature golf. Found a couple nice courses near Hartville, and tried one out. It would've been a decent course had the kids not been there to tear the place up. They're going to learn to respect the game or they're going to sit in the car.

Went to work from 6:30 a.m. to 10:30 a.m. on Sunday, then to the in-laws for a cookout. That was decent enough, I suppose, but we came home to find that Gelert had crapped in her crate. Got her and the crate cleaned out, then she puked twice in the house. Not sure what she ate, but I'm thinking probably it wasn't a good idea. Hope this doesn't last. That dog's coming close to ending my marriage.

Good weekend is a two yard loss, but the sick dog is called for being offsides.

Life's ball: 1st and 5 on it's own 25.