The Super Bowl Halftime Show As Art

When I was a high school senior, I took an AP Art History course. It was the most challenging class I took at Mead High School as I struggled with identifying, analyzing, and re-creating (yes, there was a hands-on component) most of the art.

I also faced an uphill battle from another perspective: I simply wasn’t interested in the subject matter. I had an incredible teacher named Carla Nuxoll who did her best to instill in me the same passion she held for art. But it was to no avail.

My same “ho-hum” attitude for the course remained even though it was effectively taught to me that we were studying masterpieces. My class was learning about art that had stood the test of time for its brilliance. Art critics from around the world and throughout different eras could all agree that the stuff I was looking at in my textbook was the best of the best.

It didn’t matter. The art didn’t resonate with me and I dropped the course at the semester.

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It seems to happen every year. After the Super Bowl halftime show concludes, an intense debate convenes at water coolers and on social media about the merits of what transpired. In the same way that Ms. Nuxoll was passionate about art, people who watch “The Big Game” express similar passion about the halftime show artist and the performance that was given.

This year was no exception. In fact, and perhaps I am wrong, but it seemed like the back-and-forth about Kendrick Lamar’s halftime performance was even more hotly contested than those halftime shows of recent past.

The Kendrick Lamar halftime show has proven to be quite polarizing (photo courtesy of Getty Images).

I kept hearing a couple recurring arguments/opinions that didn’t sound fair to me. The first argument was that the halftime show was garbage because it didn’t appeal to enough people and that Kendrick Lamar wasn’t well-enough established (never mind all the Grammys he won earlier this month) to headline the show. In response to that, I go back to what I said in my Super Bowl recap. The Super Bowl doesn’t select a halftime show to please you nor to please the most people. The entertainment is selected based on a strategically identified target audience and the potential to sell more advertising because of that audience. Agree or disagree, that’s the Super Bowl’s right.

Speaking of agreeing or disagreeing, fans also have the right to still determine whether or not they like a halftime show.  Predictably, many people expressed that they didn’t care for Lamar’s performance. Their dislike was countered by an argument that I thought was equally unfair as those who thought the show should appeal to a larger audience. Even before Lamar had left the stage, the internet was abuzz with the symbolism, hidden meanings, and different layers infused into the performance.

Advocates of the show reasoned that the show went so beyond surface level that it deserved a spot in the hall of fame of halftime shows. Furthermore, those who disliked the show must be crazy and insensitive for not enjoying the many finer points of Lamar’s performance.

This reasoning brought me right back to my Art History class. The point was made over and over that many of the pieces we studied went way beyond the canvas. The backstory, the time devoted, the nuances, the cultural ramifications, the painstaking attention to detail—how could it not inspire and transform you? How could it not be the single best thing you ever saw in your life? Well, based on my own experience, I couldn’t articulate eloquently why all these masterpieces didn’t inspire me. But did I really need to? In my mind, what makes art so great is that it is subjective.

It has now been 20 years since I took that class. Even though the art didn’t resonate with me, I still had foundational respect for it. Would I want to hang it in my room? No. But did I understand that someone worked extremely hard to produce it? Yes. I think we can take a similar attitude to the Kendrick Lamar halftime show. Don’t Blink.

Our Father/Daughter Dance Tradition

This past Friday, Sloan and I attended the St. Mary Father/Daughter Dance for the third straight year. It was once again an awesome evening where we bonded and enjoyed time with our St. Mary community.

If you know my wife, she always says that, “Brent loves a tradition” and that it usually only takes us doing something once for me to christen it “a tradition.” Well, according to those terms, after three years now, the Father/Daughter Dance is a full-blown, longstanding tradition for us.

Sloan with her friend Allie at the 2025 St. Mary Father/Daughter Dance.

Our evening has started the same way the past three years: Sloan and I take photos outside the house before leaving. Usually, like this past Friday, it is freezing.

The past three years prior to the St. Mary Father/Daughter Dance we have taken outdoor photos at our house before leaving.

We then head to the Spokane Valley Red Robin for dinner. We order burgers and the same beverages (Shirley Temple for Sloan and a Blue Moon for me).

Before heading to the dance at St. Mary, dinner at Red Robin is a must.

But we don’t dine alone. Red Robin is also where we meet our double date—Riley and Colie Golay. We love hanging with Riley and Colie and really appreciate their loyalty over the past few years.

Sloan and Colie over the years.

After we finish at Red Robin, we head to the St. Mary Gym, usually arriving right when the doors open at 6:30 p.m. Our first order of business upon checking in (after Sloan chooses her corsage) is to head to the fine arts room to get our picture taken. It is easy to admire the photography skills of Mrs. Schmidlkofer.

Our official St. Mary Catholic School Daddy/Daughter Dance photo from 2024. Can’t wait to see what our 2025 photo looks like!

From there we usually snag some punch and treats. We meet back up with Riley and Colie at a table and then we hit the dance floor.

Sloan at the past three St. Mary Father/Daughter Dance.

I am usually good for a handful of dances as Sloan rotates between her old man and her friends. The dance organizers and DJ always keep things light and fun with classic hits that everyone knows and are easy to dance to.

A raffle is then conducted at the end of the night. Mr. Schultz, the 8th grade teacher, always begins the raffle by making the girls pledge not to get upset if they don’t win. The pledge isn’t always kept. Thankfully, Sloan won for the first time this year and was able to enjoy the final dance that always follows the raffle with a big smile on her face.

The top photo of the collage shows Sloan at the prize table after her name was called for the raffle.

Please check back with me in five years. My prediction is that our Father/Daughter Dance tradition will look very much the same as it does now…that is, of course, if the Golays still put up with us. Thanks to St. Mary Catholic School for always putting on such a memorable event. Don’t Blink.

My Super Bowl LIX Review

Everyone is a critic. This cliché rings especially true on Super Bowl Sunday. Those who tune in for the big game suddenly become a head football coach, American Idol judge, entertainment guru, and advertising executive. Don’t think for a second that your esteemed blogger is any different. For the ninth time, I am back to offer my unsolicited and annoying commentary on the game action, national anthem, halftime show, and commercials. So let’s get started with my Super Bowl LIX analysis…

The Game: For the fan with no horse in the race who just wanted to see a close contest, could the game have been much worse? Even the lopsided 40-22 final score doesn’t come close to how one-sided the Eagles’ victory over the Chiefs was. Throw in plenty of penalties—many of them of the ticky-tacky variety that nullified big plays—and you can imagine that a lot was left to be desired. With the game at one point 34-0 in the second half, I think most of America was ready to take a snooze. If there was a redeeming quality, the game did feature some big pass plays that went for touchdowns but other than that this game was forgettable.

For the most part, the game itself was a snoozefest.

The Anthem: I fully understand that the game was in New Orleans and the rendition of the Star Spangled Banner possibly reflected the vibe of the city, but it wasn’t necessarily my cup of tea. I thought Jon Batiste was drowned out by his own piano and the background music. He was simply tough to hear. A lot of “extras” seemed to be going on that took away from the song. I questioned whether repeating “land of the free” three times was necessary but my thought paled in comparison to those who bet the under on the length of Batiste’s performance. With the over/under set at 120.5 seconds, the anthem ended right at the 120-second mark. If there was a fourth “land of the free” added in, there would be some pretty miffed under bettors.

Jon Batiste’s rendition of the Star Spangled Banner wasn’t my favorite (photo courtesy of Page Six).

The Commercials: In what I would consider an off-year for the Super Bowl when it came to the game/anthem/halftime show, I think the commercials provided somewhat of a bright spot. But first for the bad: I was rather repulsed by the attempts from Little Caesars and Pringles to use Eugene Levy’s eyebrows and mustaches of famous people, respectively, to generate laughs for their products. Sorry, don’t want to think of brow hair or facial hair when eating pizza or chips. Ditto to the Coffee-Mate ad with the hyperactive tongue…yuck. Also, I experienced Matthew McConaughey fatigue by the third quarter from his spots with Uber Eats and Salesforce.

Despite star power, I didn’t like the Pringles ad.

But like I said, there was also a lot to like. Kudos to the brands who incorporated their ads into the game. Rocket.com used the song “Country Roads” as the soundtrack to its impactful spot and when the FOX broadcast resumed, fans in the Superdome were singing it. I also applauded Angel Soft for purchasing the first ad of halftime and using it as a “PSA” to use the restroom. The “drink on the job” spot by Liquid Death made me Google the company, the Dunkin’ commercial that made fun of bougie coffee competitors made me laugh, and the Bud Light cul-de-sac ad made me do my best to keep up with the star power. I feel this Super Bowl also offered effective ads that advocated for women. I loved the NFL-produced ad that pushed for girls’ flag football to be a varsity sport in all 50 states and I thought the Dove ad that used “Born to Run” to warn against criticizing body types was well-done.

I thought the way the AngelSoft ad incorporated itself into the game was pretty creative.

When it came to my favorite ads from Super Bowl LIX, I have three: First, let’s start with the Google ad that promoted Gemini. It pulled at my heartstrings. Practicing for an interview by answering questions relating to the job of a dad was genius and the visuals that went with it sealed the deal for one of the best commercials of the night. The Harrison Ford ad about “freedom” was touching, clever, and even funny . The voiceover was so well-written and the background track fit it perfectly. Finally, on the lighter side, there was the Ritz ad that featured one of my favorite actresses and one of my favorite actors—Aubrey Plaza and Michael Shannon. The hilarious commercial played on the deadpan personalities of both stars and was a lot of fun…even if the spot was meant to draw attention to how Plaza and Shannon aren’t fun. I give the commercials this year a B+.

I always opt for impactful over funny, but that didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy the Ritz Super Bowl LIX commercial that just happened to have two actors I really enjoy in it.

The Halftime Show: I am an admittedly non-hip, old dad. How do I know? Well, I can give you lots of reasons but one of them is that this year’s halftime show with Kendrick Lamar did absolutely nothing for me. Although I dug some of the choreography and lighting, I was never inspired, energized, or impressed. I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised considering I couldn’t name one Lamar song prior to tonight but I was hoping something would have grabbed my attention. To be fair, Samuel L. Jackson’s cameo and speaking parts came close, but for the most part the show was a big “miss” for me (which probably means the Super Bowl did it right).

The Kendrick Lamar halftime show failed to resonate with me (photo courtesy of Getty Images).

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To all those heading to work this Monday morning, I hope you have your Super Bowl recap talking points ready. Congrats, Philadelphia Eagles, on your NFL title. However, can you do me a favor? Please take a break from the Super Bowl next year…and that goes for you too, Kansas City Chiefs. Don’t Blink.

Past Super Bowl Commentary
Super Bowl LVIII
Super Bowl LVII
Super Bowl LVI
Super Bowl LV
Super Bowl LII
Super Bowl LI
Super Bowl 50
Super Bowl XLIX

Fr. David Gaines Dispensing Healing and Forgiveness

It is always interesting and uplifting how a seemingly disturbing incident can produce fruit.

On Tuesday evening, Our Lady of Lourdes Cathedral held the second day of prayer for the Lourdes Novena for Healing. Our Lady of Lourdes is the mother church of the Catholic Diocese of Spokane to which our family belongs. It is always a blessing and a treat when we attend mass at the Cathedral as it is a magnificent and beautiful house of worship. As is the case with most mother churches in dioceses across the world, things are usually done on a grander scale—or how us Catholics describe it—with extra “smells and bells.”

Our Lady of Lourdes Cathedral is the mother church of the Catholic Diocese of Spokane. It is a beautiful place of worship and attracts people from all walks of life.

Our Lady of Lourdes is located in the heart of downtown Spokane in a very urban area. The throngs of worshippers who attend the parish come from all walks of life. Attend any service at the Cathedral and you are bound to see a vast representation of all God’s children. Many people who walk through the grand cathedral doors are suffering greatly.

During the prayer service on Tuesday, a shocking episode happened. As the celebrants knelt to pray in front of the Mary statue nestled in the makeshift grotto, someone rushed the sanctuary. The individual sprinted from his pew, ascended the stairs, and attacked Fr. David Gaines who knelt directly behind Bishop Thomas Daly. The assailant threw wild punches at Fr. Gaines as he managed to make contact with varying degrees of success. I have watched the stream numerous times and one thing is for sure: it is tough to watch. It is near impossible to defend yourself when someone is charging you from your blind spot while on your knees.

A screenshot from the Our Lady of Lourdes livestream of the attack on Fr. Gaines (edited photo courtesy of Metro).

Thanks be to God, parishioners and Cathedral staff quickly overpowered the 40-year-old mentally ill individual and removed him from Fr. Gaines.

Two things from the incident stand out that exemplify the compassion taught by Jesus Christ.

1. While he is literally being attacked, Fr. Gaines is calmly telling his attacker, “It’s okay buddy. It’s all right, just calm down.” With someone trying to seriously injure him, this warmhearted priest is trying his best to comfort the troubled gentleman.

2. After the man was removed, Fr. Darrin Connall, who was leading the Novena, didn’t scorn him. Instead, he prayed for him. He led the congregation in a “Hail Mary” for the guy who tried to harm his brother priest.

I met Fr. David Gaines during Hoopfest 2023. He came and watched our team play and then we got to hang out with him afterwards.

The aftermath has been just as inspirational. Thanks to the live streaming capabilities of Our Lady of Lourdes, the local media ran the video and covered the incident. It didn’t take long for the national media to follow suit. Media giants like TMZ and the New York Post latched on. NBC News did too—and they even interviewed Fr. Gaines.

Fr. David Gaines speaks with Camila Bernal of NBC News. What a great ambassador of the faith that Fr. Gaines has been.

In his humble and Christ-like nature, Fr. Gaines didn’t hesitate to express his forgiveness for the man. In fact, he even went beyond. In his own Pope John Paul II moment (the former pope/now-saint met with the person who shot him), Fr. Gaines said he would also like to meet with the person who sought to do him harm.

My brother and I received a blessing from Fr. David Gaines right outside of Our Lady of Lourdes Cathedral during Bloomsday 2024.

What an amazing example of what it means to be a Christian! I am proud to be Catholic, proud to be part of the Diocese of Spokane, and proud to know Fr. Gaines. Please pray for the healing of everyone, especially those dealing with mental illness. Don’t Blink.

Chopsticks Thursday Rundown

We are in the midst of a February snowstorm here in Spokane. Lucky for the kids in the area, this snow is perfect for snowmen and forts. Lucky for your favorite blogger, tonight is the perfect time for a Thursday Rundown. Here we go…

Beau’s Birthday – We are hosting Beau’s birthday party tonight but that didn’t mean we let his actual birthday quietly pass by last night. He opened presents and dug into an enormous slice of cake I picked up for him at Safeway. In fact, it was so gargantuan that everyone in the family got to eat some. The Spider-Man party theme will be in full effect tonight as we have grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins coming over!

Beau with his slice of birthday cake.

Cookie Comic – When I first looked at this comic in Sunday’s paper, I passed it to Sidney. I am just checking, but do you get this? She immediately started laughing, both at the joke itself and my own stupidity. I guess it was pretty obvious. To be fair, I went with my intuition and was able to tell her the comic’s gist (a chocolate chip cookie jumping to the oatmeal raisin cookie stack to avoid being chosen as someone’s snack since no one likes oatmeal raisin cookies).

Perhaps I am not the smartest cookie.

National Chopsticks Day – Time to embarrass myself again. I am really bad with chopsticks. So bad, in fact, that I have no business celebrating National Chopsticks Day (which is today). Thankfully I know how to function with another mainstay at Chinese restaurants—the fortune cookie. I must plug the time that I shamelessly walked into a whole bunch of different Chinese restaurants in Missoula just so I could compare the fortunes inside. Proud moment for sure.

This is the stuff I liked to do in my free time.

Here – For this weekend’s Netflix binge, you might consider “Here.” The film receives an A+ for creativity (or perhaps laziness?) as 99% of it is shot from the exact same spot in the corner of a house. The movie chronicles the happenings of different generations of families who move in/out of the specific home. The unique concept—and the acting of Tom Hanks—kept me engaged. Although I feel bad that my parents actually went to the theater to watch it (who wants to watch such a 1-dimensional film in a theater), I felt “Here” made the perfect Friday night film.

I thought “Here” captured an original idea.

Super Bowl Saturday – It has now been 10 years since I publicly broached this topic with a Don’t Blink post, but I still feel as passionately about it now as I did in 2015. Simply, the Super Bowl should be played on a Saturday. In that blog post, I stated my case (quite convincingly I must say) that people become way too invested in the game to expect them to begin a new work/school week the very next day. Of course my argument goes into much more detail than that so you will just have to check it out. But again—just so we are clear—the Super Bowl has no business being played on a Sunday.

It was a big thrill for me when the Seattle Seahawks won Super Bowl XLVIII. But I wish they would have won it on a Saturday.

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Okay, let’s wrap this thing up. Hope your February is off to a fine start and that you enjoy the Super Bowl this weekend. Time now to party like I am Spider-Man! Don’t Blink.

Beau’s Golden Birthday

What an occasion! Today is Beau’s golden birthday and with it comes the freedom to finally hold up all digits on his hand to express his age. Perhaps with both of these things going for him, I was looking for something more profound when I asked him about the day’s significance. But when I asked my son what excited him the most about turning 5, he responded by yelling one word: “CAKE!”

Beau turns 5 today. Oh, how I love this little boy! (photo courtesy of Nicole Lynn Photos).

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Beau is a simple little guy who is easy to please and easy to love. And thank goodness for that, because his older sister brings enough sophistication to our family for everyone. But forgive me, Sloan will have her moment next month, so let me focus on Beau.

Beau’s official Pre-K4 school photo.

Like I was saying, Beau is so easy to love. He is sweet, helpful, and sensitive. I know I sound like a prideful parent, but our birthday boy truly is special. Although most people refer to him as “Beau Bear,” I have always called him “little man” since birth. However, I could get away with also calling him my “little buddy” because that is exactly what he is to me. Always there to assist me, sit with me, ride with me, and do whatever he can to impress me, Beau’s love is so genuine and pure.

This little guy has quite the personality

It was such a joy to be around him as a 4-year-old. Even when Beau went through a two-month period where listening dwindled and boundaries were tested, he would always return to his sweet self at the end of the day and want to cuddle with us. Over the past year he played t-ball, attended many birthday parties, dressed up as Spider-Man a million times, managed to stay out of the emergency room (🙏🏼), and became a skilled Lego-builder.

Throughout his time as a 4-year-old, Beau was often dressed (to some degree) as Spider-Man.

As he begins his next chapter as a 5-year-old, we are buckling up. Beau will travel to some amazing places, play sports, start Kindergarten, ask more questions about Jesus, dance his heart out, and much more. I am certain he will do this all with his optimistic and loving spirit.

Beau sitting at his desk ready to start his first day of Pre-K4.

If you know our son, he loves to extend his arms and flash double “thumbs up” to express his approval. Trust us, Beau’s thumbs are waaaaay up for turning 5. Although my thumbs don’t know exactly which direction to go with my little man turning another year old, you better believe my love for him continues to be sky high. Don’t Blink.

I Wish I Was A Little Bit Taller

Do I wish the height lottery didn’t pass me over? I guess so. To put it simply, people who possess tall stature are more highly regarded. Those blessed with height enjoy more athletic opportunities, stand out among the vertically challenged, and can perform everyday tasks with more ease.

In the same way that my parents held out hope that I would be a prodigy, they also crossed their fingers that I would be gifted with some of the height they were deprived of. My doctor gave false hope. When I was born, he predicted that I would shoot through the six-foot threshold. He tabbed me at 6’2.

I would have been happy with just reaching 5′10.

From middle school and beyond, I was always average when it came to height. I stood in direct contrast to one of my best high school friends, Erik, who is 6’9.

At first, it looked like my doctor knew what he was talking about. Through elementary school I towered over most of my classmates. I walked at the back of the line, stood on the top risers at Christmas programs, and was placed in the back row for class photos. For those years, I knew what it felt like to be tall.

But it is all a distant memory now. I didn’t grow in middle school but my classmates did. They sprouted past me as I was relegated to a person of average height (if not a tad short). When I entered high school and still didn’t grow, I knew I was destined to be 5′9 forever.

I always say that if I had a few more inches…and some speed…and some natural talent…I might have been a decent athlete 😂. Oh well, I did try hard and that actually did get me somewhere in terms of very minor athletic glory. At least the Reser family wasn’t totally cut off from the height gene. My brother stands at the height I hoped to grow to—6′2.

We never received height projections from the doctors on Sloan and Beau. For their sake, I hope they benefit from the decent height of Sid’s dad while also perhaps capturing some of Uncle Glen’s loftiness. However, I wouldn’t bet on it. Don’t Blink.

Four Chaplains Day

This past Saturday I became aware of a tragic war event that also packed courage and inspiration. I hope you will follow along as I summarize it…

Fr. John P. Washington was ordained to the priesthood in 1935. He served several New Jersey parishes for a handful of years. However, his ministry took a different turn with the attack of Pearl Harbor in 1941. Deeply impacted by the event, Fr. Washington made the choice to enlist in the U.S. Army so he could bring the message of God’s love and his sacraments to the service people defending our country.

This is First Lieutenant Fr. John P. Washington.

The priest from New Jersey would earn the rank of lieutenant and eventually found himself at Chaplains School at Harvard University. Destined for deployment to Europe, the school was to prepare him for his ministerial mission. While at Harvard, he met three friends—Alexander D. Goode, a Jewish rabbi, George L. Fox, a Methodist preacher, and Clark V. Poling, a Reformed Church pastor.

The four friends, who all wished to minister to troops on the battlefield, were first assigned a mission to what seemed like a much less hostile location—Greenland. They boarded the USAT Dorchester that was bound for the country’s Army Command Base at Narsarsuaq. Unfortunately, the voyage wouldn’t be smooth sailing.

These are the four chaplains who were assigned to sail the Dorchester to Greenland.

About two weeks after departure a German submarine struck the Dorchester with a torpedo. The strike devastated the ship and it became apparent that it only had about 30 minutes before complete sinkage. As chaos ensued, the four chaplains banded together and helped direct traffic and lead troops to the life boats. As things became increasingly bleak and life preservers ran short, the four friends removed their own life jackets and gave them to others. During this time, Fr. Washington gave absolution to soldiers as they entered the waters.

With only moments left before the ship was completely submerged, the four chaplains linked arms, prayed for those in the water and those still on the ship, and sang hymns. Survivors say the final image they had of the ship before it went completely underwater was this show of unity between the men who gave their lives for the troops and God.

One survivor said of the powerful scene: “It was as close to Heaven as I ever hope to be.”

An artistic depiction of the four chaplains on the sinking Dorchester.

The Dorchester sank on Feb. 3, 1943. Today is officially remembered as Four Chaplains Day. I didn’t know about this historical event until this weekend, but I hope that from this point forward I will always turn to it for a courageous example of faith and selflessness. Don’t Blink.

Sid’s 33rd Birthday Thursday Rundown

Let it be known, it is still the birthday week of Sid so I will continue to treat her like the Birthday Queen she is. In fact, I will go beyond that and celebrate with vigor throughout the remainder of her birthday month! (Just don’t tell Sid her birthday week ends the same day that her birthday month does). Okay, here we go with tonight’s rundown…

Sid’s Birthday Cake – I think this might be the fourth straight year I got Sid a cake from Rosauers. Looks good, right? Tastes even better! And if you noticed, I wrote “taste” in present tense because we have a lot left over. I opted for a quarter sheet cake. So, if you want to join us for dessert tonight, please don’t hesitate to stop by. One more final note: This was the first time I opted to have Sidney’s nickname (“Ninny”) reflected on the cake.

Sidney’s 33rd birthday cake from Rosauers.

Tooth Update – It was on this date a year ago that Sloan lost her first tooth. I chronicled the experience here. Fast forward 12 months and Sloan has lost an additional 3 teeth. Adult teeth are coming in and the Tooth Fairy is still coming. In fact, the Tooth Fairy made it to South Carolina after Sloan lost a tooth in Myrtle Beach at the very beginning of the year.

Sloan when she lost her first tooth on January 30, 2024, and Sloan smiling for the camera on January 29, 2025.

The 1960s – Far out! Yesterday, I attended the EWU New Year’s Party presented by the Office of the President. The theme was “Fashion Through the Decades” as departments were all assigned a different decade to model their attire after. Advancement (which Marketing and Communications falls under) was given the 1960s. My colleagues dressed to impress but the “gold star” award goes to my boss, Eric Limburg, who played the part of Austin Powers perfectly. I threw something together myself although it was hard—there isn’t necessarily a clean break between when 1960s fashion ends and 1970s fashion begins.

Our Eastern Washington University Advancement team at President McMahan’s New Year’s party. Can you spot me?

21 Flashbacks – As I was looking at old birthday photos of Sid, I came across a picture from when she turned 21. She celebrated the milestone with her first round of legal drinks at Outback. Nothing like a cocktail and steak, right? I thought it would be fun to compare her “21 photo” with mine. I celebrated my 21st birthday with a bar run in Missoula.

Sid and I on our respective 21st birthdays.

Drone Update – Back in December, I voiced my concern regarding the drones that kept filling the New Jersey sky on a nightly basis. I called the consistent aerial events as “unnerving.” Well, we finally got an answer for what was in the sky. President Trump had his White House Press Secretary, Karoline Leavitt, relay the message that the drones were authorized to be flown by the FAA for research and various other reasons. These sightings generated even more drones in the sky because it inspired hobbyists to fly their own unmanned aerial vehicles. Alas, the drones didn’t come from an enemy or outer space.

The mystery of the origin of the drones over Jersey is now solved.

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Thanks for joining me tonight. Please pray for those who lost their lives in the D.C. air crash. Also, let’s pray for the families of the victims and those participating in the recovery effort. Don’t Blink.

Sid Is 33

When I turned 33, I called it my “Mrs. Pryor Year.” Melva Pryor was a favorite teacher of mine who taught me in elementary school. She was my teacher for third grade and that year she turned 33. I remember thinking that age seemed so old and from that point forward it became a milestone birthday in my mind.

Today, another amazing teacher turns 33. Although it has been nearly five years since Sidney last taught in a classroom, her teaching skills come in handy each day. I hope she puts them to use tonight as she instructs Sloan how to make all those candles fit on her birthday cake!

Happy Birthday, Sidney! Today she turns 33 (photo courtesy of Nicole Lynn Photos).

Okay, sorry, I always try to include a bad joke in these birthday blog posts. But before we focus on today’s special occasion and the 364 days that will follow, let’s look back at what was an extraordinary year of life for Sid: she organized two exceptional birthday parties (Bluey-themed and Taylor Swift-themed), presented at two weekend retreats, pulled off a surprise cross-country trip for the kids, earned a promotion, and received a prestigious award at work. And that just scratches the surface!

Yes, 32 was good.

As she begins her trip around the sun as a 33-year-old, I know it is going to be epic. The career achievements she attained this past year will bear beautiful fruit this year but you will have to stay tuned to learn the specifics. Sid’s devotion to Christ continues to inspire and she has set herself up for even greater ways to evangelize this year. Finally, she has shown zero signs of wanting to trade in her title as the best mom/wife so expect more unique birthday parties, special memories, and classroom project volunteering.

Happy birthday, Sid! I admire your fearlessness, love for others, and willingness to chart your own path. I love you and can’t wait for these next 52 weeks. Don’t Blink.