Summer is here! I hope you have all had a nice first week of this beloved season and that the weather has complemented it. Although summer has arrived, this blogger isn’t on vacation. Let’s begin the latest Thursday Rundown…

Zoom Truth – I thought I would start off today’s post with some humor mixed with reality. A friend recently shared the below meme that will resonate with those of us who spend much of our day on Zoom. I was fortunate enough to have my most recent professional headshot taken by the talented Judy Johns who of course made me look way better than I actually do. So, by the time my last meeting of the day arrives at the end of the week, I don’t look anything like my polished photo…the contrast is real.

This meme about Zoom is true.

Ryan’s Mystery Egg Disaster – Sloan loves Ryan (“Ryan’s World”), the YouTube sensation who reviews toys and has his own line at Target. Ryan does a good job of pushing his merchandise during his videos and these plugs are not lost on the toddlers watching them. After constant begging from Sloan for a Ryan’s Mystery Egg, basically an egg-shaped container with a bunch of junk in it, we caved after a week of good behavior. We staged an elaborate scavenger hunt for Sloan to find it and let her spend that Friday night playing with it. Unfortunately, one of the items in the egg was putty. After playing with it non-stop, she placed it in her pocket and it went through the washer. When we started to fold laundry we noticed hardened spots on our clothes. It took us a few minutes to realize it was the putty. Basically, we blame 8-year-old Ryan for ruining a portion of our wardrobe.

At the end of the scavanger hunt, Sloan had found her egg.

Looking Back on Sloan’s Baptism – On this date three years ago, Sloan was baptized by Deacon Bob Jones at St. Andrew Catholic Church in Myrtle Beach. Family, friends, and mentors joined us for the special and holy day, one that I remember well. It is important to remember and celebrate the day of your baptism while praying for the person who performed the sacrament. We have helped Sloan out with this today. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit (Matthew 28:19).

Sloan was baptized three years ago today.

Latest Energy Drink Review – A few months ago, I ripped the cotton candy Bang energy drink I tried. I thought it tasted unpleasant and cheap. I was told by numerous people that I tried the wrong flavor and needed to give Bang another chance. Well, okay. Today I tried the black cherry vanilla flavor and I must say it was much better. It was not only drinkable but it actually tasted good. Although it didn’t give me the same jolt of intensity that the Coca-Cola ENERGY drink I tried last week did, it still helped me power through the work day.

I tried Coca-Cola ENERGY last week and Bang Black Cherry Vanilla this week.

Watch You Like a Hawk – For those people interested in nature, a hawk visited my parents’ yard this past weekend. This guy swooped in and perched himself atop our basketball hoop. He stayed there for probably 10 minutes before taking off. To be honest, I really didn’t think it was that cool but my dad did so I thought I would share. Nothing but total transparency here.

This was the hawk that visited my parents’ house on Saturday.

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That’s all for tonight, folks. Busy weekend for us as we move our stuff into our new house. Hope your weekend is productive as well. Will catch up next week! Don’t Blink.

Before froyo, there was frozen yogurt. Believe it or not, the business used to be about quality, not quantity. Scales need not apply. People didn’t need the “freedom” of self-serve. The horror of paying a whopping $9.47 per cup seemed impossible.

But here we are in 2020. Although I did get caught up in froyo mania for a while, I soon saw the light. Three years ago, we were visiting Spokane. While out running a few errands, Sidney and I stopped by Didier’s Yogurt & More, a frozen yogurt place I frequented countless times as a child. We walked inside mainly for nostalgia purposes but once I actually tasted some of the yogurt I realized what I had been missing for years. After frequenting the gimmicky froyo stores that had seemingly taken over on every corner of the country, I had forgotten what good frozen yogurt actually tasted like.

Didier’s is a superb frozen yogurt location in North Spokane.

Growing up, my family celebrated stellar grades, athletic victories, and good behavior by going to Didier’s. A North Spokane mainstay, we equated it with achievement and tradition. Prior to driving to the store, we would call and ask for the flavor lineup as it changed daily. I remember crossing my fingers that a couple of my favorite yogurts, marshmallow dream and Snickers, would be on the handles that night. Oh man, I can still feel the anticipation thinking about it right now.

Didier’s was a hallmark of my childhood.

Didier’s wasn’t just a family obsession, it was the official hangout of my high school. If you were a Mead Panther, it was the place to see and be seen. You know how certain bars are known on college campuses for their weekly specials? If it was a Tuesday night, you could find roughly half of the Mead student body at Didier’s. That is because the store would offer heavily discounted frozen yogurt. For a long time, you could purchase a medium dish for $.99. Although the price has increased over the years, the value is still there and whenever you think of Tuesday you think of Didier’s.

This is a medium dish at Didier’s with Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup and strawberry shortvake yogurt.

Besides the reverence that Didier’s held with my family and high school, it was held in high esteem by my friends as well. I spent many summer days walking there with my buddies. We would walk through my neighborhood, cut through some woods, and stroll through another neighborhood before arriving at our frozen yogurt mecca. The journey was just as rewarding as the cold stuff.

Me eating frozen yogurt from Didier’s a couple years ago.

Last night, I took Sloan on the same walk that I trekked so many times during my childhood. It is on the longer side and you deal with some tough terrain but she did great. Our reward was sweet and delicious as we enjoyed our medium dishes (it was Tuesday after all) on the outdoor patio. Sloan ordered half watermelon yogurt and half French vanilla yogurt with gummy worms on top. What a winning combination.

Sloan had a great first Didier’s experience.

I am delighted to see that Didier’s has continued to prosper despite the newer froyo model. I have many good memories there and was so happy to make some more with my daughter. Don’t Blink.

Father’s Day this year was significant for a couple reasons. For starters, it was my first time being celebrated as a daddy of two. Although it just takes one to enter the extremely special fraternity of fatherhood, I guess it is like an extra badge when you reach the holiday and your family has grown. Truly, Father’s Day was even sweeter this year with Beau.

It was my first Father’s Day as a dad of two.

The other reason for Father’s Day 2020 being unique was that I had the pleasure of spending it with my own dad. It had been years and years since I last spent a Father’s Day with him so to finally celebrate by his side, as a father myself nonetheless, was a distinct honor. So yes, you better believe I savored the opportunity to play golf with him and enjoy one of his signature grilled steaks.

I had a blast playing Father’s Day weekend golf with my dad and brother.

After spending the past few months living with my dad, it is plainly obvious that he has not lost a step when it comes to being an incredible father. In fact, he seems to have taken his game to a whole new level. On a daily basis, I witness him extend the same fatherly love he has always given me to Sid, Sloan, and Beau. What a guy.

It was a joyous occasion yesterday. On an absolutely gorgeous summer evening, my dad had all of his children and their families out on his prized back deck eating a delicious meal. Everyone was enjoying themselves and living in the moment. My dad wouldn’t have it had it any other way.

We sure enjoyed our Father’s Day cookout.

Just prior to all of us congregating in the backyard, my dad opened some gifts. One was a special project that Sidney worked on all weekend. The long white panel had the handprints of all his grandkids with The best Papa HANDS DOWN written above it. It goes without saying that “father” and “father-in-law” could be substituted (and some handprints) in there as well.

My wife made this beautiful gift for my dad.

I hope everyone had a good Father’s Day. In a time when many of our celebrations are on hold, it feels good to be able to unequivocally honor the special men in our lives. Don’t Blink.

Summer starts this weekend and we finally have the weather here in Spokane to back it up! Saturday and Sunday both call for highs in the 80s as we celebrate Father’s Day. Here we go with the latest Thursday Rundown…

A Little Girl’s Best Friend – Sloan has already grown close to her Spokane cousins and she has enjoyed going on play dates with some neighbor girls, but there is another close bond she has developed. Sloan made quick friends with Muffin, my parents’ cat. The admiration is mutual between the two, which is a tad surprising, because Muffin can be hard to get along with sometimes. Nonetheless, the two love each other so much that Sloan now says her favorite animal is a cat.

These two have developed a special bond.

Audio Tweets – Twitter recently started rolling out audio tweets and this morning I discovered that it is available to me. Of course, I had to give it a try. The feature allows you to attach a voice memo to any tweet that you publish. Kind of underwhelming, right? I figure that if I want my followers to hear my voice, I will just post a video or livestream. I think my social media colleague Matt Haugen described the shortcomings of Twitter’s newest rollout best by questioning why an audio tweet feature was introduced before a tweet editing option.

I tried out Twitter’s audio tweets this morning.

Sweet Honeymoon Flashback – Last week, I was reminiscing about our wedding so that means this week I get to reminisce about our honeymoon. Four years ago on this date we were wrapping up our romantic and relaxing stay in Cancun. Sidney and I reflect on it a lot. I feel bad that so many couples who had planned similar trips for this summer will have to put their tropical getaways on hold. But, for those who are still able to make their dream honeymoons work over the next couple months, here is a blog post I wrote about making the most out of it (make sure to get photos taken!).

Our honeymoon was awesome and I feel bad that others won’t get a similar experience this summer.

My Latest Energy Drink Review – Coca-Cola has made a big deal about its energy drinks so I was happy to finally try one today. I tested out the Coca-Cola Energy Cherry option. It had the Cherry Coke taste but it was much milder than that of the actual soda––but definitely enjoyable. It also delivered on its intended purpose––to energize! The drink gave me the perfect jolt I needed for a Thursday morning. So, what else can I say? Coca-Cola Energy Cherry tastes good and it works! I recommend it if you crave an energy drink every now and then.

If you like Coke and you like energy drinks, I recommend Coca-Cola ENERGY.

Anniversary Weekend – Sidney and I celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary by enjoying some time at Northern Quest Resort and Casino. Assured by the facility’s social distancing measures, we had a fabulous time highlighted by good food, beautiful accommodations, and loose slot machines. When we checked out on Saturday morning, Sidney walked away $50 richer.

We had a great time celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary at Northern Quest.

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Wow, you managed to read all five topics tonight?! Thanks! Make sure to wish your dad a happy Father’s Day this weekend and enjoy the start of your summer. Don’t Blink.

Today is National Mascot Day and it kind of hits home for me. Ever since I developed nightmares of McGruff the Crime Dog after encountering him at a parade, I have always found myself connected to these furry characters. But let’s skip my weird childhood mascot anecdotes and fast forward to adulthood…

When I worked at the University of Montana, one of my duties was to serve as the mascot coordinator. I had the pleasure (and sometimes the headache) of managing Monte, the institution’s beloved costumed grizzly bear and two-time Capital One National Mascot of the Year winner. Although scheduling his 200+ appearances per year, organizing his elaborate football entrances, and answering to the community whenever he did something questionable added some stress to the job, managing the mascot program had its perks. I had the pleasure of accompanying Monte to national competitions, traveling with him to away games, and watching first-hand as he made thousands of Montanans smile.

I had many good times with Monte.

I didn’t stray too far from my mascot roots when I landed at Coastal Carolina University. Although I was now in the central marketing and communications office, I still had mascot access to Chauncey, a fearless and unique Chanticleer. During this time at CCU, both the athletic department and the marketing/comm office had Chauncey suits. Athletics would of course have its Chauncey perform at sporting contests and external events while our Chauncey would be scheduled for academic engagements. Heck, the “Academic Chauncey” (as we called him) even had a pair of oversized glasses to drive the emphasis home. Needless to say, I was around him a lot.

Just like with Monte, it was a pleasure working with Chauncey.

Bottom line, people who are skilled enough to be mascots work extremely hard. While in the suit it is tough to move, it is hot, and it can be downright hostile. Trust me, kids aren’t the only ones who tug and pull. Also, don’t forget about the immense pressure these students (yes, students) are under to continually push the envelope and please their fan bases.

The students who serve as mascots are very talented.

With that said, I can’t wait to finally meet Butch, the mascot of Washington State University. The quarantine has delayed our introduction.

I love Butch! (photo courtesy of WSU Athletics).

Well, perhaps I should say it has delayed our “adult introduction.” I promised I wouldn’t resort to childhood mascot memories but #sorrynotsorry. Growing up I was a big WSU fan, and my love for the Crimson and Gray extended to the best mascot on the planet. Seriously, I thought Butch was the absolute greatest. Going to a football game was as much about watching the team play on the field as it was watching Butch roam the sidelines.

Happy National Mascot Day to all those who have put on an awkward and most likely very smelly character suit. You have made the days of millions and deserve to be celebrated. Don’t Blink.

There was a bowling alley bar in Missoula that I would sometimes frequent with my friends. In the corner of the watering hole was a basketball hot shot game. Trouble visualizing what I am talking about? It was a coin-operated game consisting of a mini basketball hoop with netted sides that would challenge you to sink as many baskets as possible in a certain amount of time. But there was something unique about this particular hot shot game…

For those brave or drunk enough, you could challenge a certain talented bartender to a shootout. Now I don’t remember her name, but she was barely five feet tall and didn’t necessarily look like a basketball all-star. But once she pressed the “START” button on the game and those mini basketballs were released down the ramp, it was lights out.

This is how the challenge worked: The bar patron would pay for him/herself and the bartender to play. The challenger would go first and register a score. It was then up to the bartender to beat it. If she did, you simply lost your money. If she didn’t, you won a free drink. But trust me, from what I saw, that bar never needed to pour any complimentary beer.

I love these basketball “hot shot” arcade games. This one is similar to the one at the bar.

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As someone who has frequented many arcades ranging from major chains like Dave & Buster’s to the Spokane family-owned Wonderland my family visited this past weekend, I believe there is one common game that provides the greatest value of them all: Hot Shot Basketball.

Although arcades have evolved over the years, hot shot has remained a mainstay along with skee ball and air hockey. Any entertainment center worth a damn will have multiple basketball games to play and with good reason…

1. Cost – Hot shot won’t eat up your credits. For those looking to waste your money in quick fashion, you can play the newest shoot ‘em up gun game for $3 or you can spend a couple quarters and pretend to be Michael Jordan sinking last second shots.

2. Redemption – Not only is hot shot cheap, but you earn tickets for playing it. So if you are set on winning a couple pieces of candy or a toy ring, you can achieve your goal by shooting basketballs. Playing life-sized 3D Pac-Man won’t satisfy your sweet tooth.

3. Competition – Hot shot tests your accuracy and stamina, two things that carry bragging rights. Sidney and I went back-and-forth last weekend trying to beat each other. One year in elementary school at our end of the year ice cream social/carnival, I spent my entire time at the hot shot station, determined to register the highest score out of everyone at the event.

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Despite all my hot shot experience leading up to that one night in the Missoula bar, I still couldn’t beat the bartender. But perhaps all that experience isn’t worth that much in the first place because Sidney still beats me more often than not. Regardless of how good or bad I really am, I do know one thing––I love hot shot. Don’t Blink.

I remember some of those summer evenings pretty vividly. All the kids on my street would walk over to the neighborhood park for some unique fun. My dad and a couple other neighborhood fathers designed a pretty powerful device using common medical supplies. They used surgical tubing and a common container to make a water balloon launcher.

They would take the contraption down to a picnic shelter and tie it to the posts while us kids would gather in a field about 75 yards away. The dads would then draw from an overflowing large bucket of water balloons and let ‘er rip.

I don’t necessarily share the same passion of getting wet as I did 20 years ago, but it seemed like all of us youngins tried to be magnets for the balloons as they shot up into the sky and descended into our mob. Don’t worry, most of the water came from the balloons although some of it was of the tear-variety when impact to the face produced more of a bruise than cool relief from the sun.

Many years later, I found myself in the same park. This time, the picnic shelter was gone and so was the balloon launcher. But not the water balloons.

My parents hosted a family reunion during the summer of 2017 and my always-entertaining aunts, uncles, and cousins decided to stage an epic water balloon fight. We filled up more than 2,500 water balloons and let them fly! We owned the park that afternoon as onlookers gazed at the massive water struggle unfolding on my old childhood stomping grounds. This frenzy reinvigorated my fondness for water balloons.

A look at some of the water balloons we filled up for the water fight in 2017.

Now three years later, I have once again found myself in close proximity to Camelot Park. Over the past month, I have taken Sloan across the street numerous times. It was only a matter of time before I busted out the water balloons.

Yesterday, Sloan and I made a stop at the store to pick up an assortment of balloons. We came home and she followed me to the bathroom sink where we filled up the balloons with water, just like I did decades ago. After we had a small basket of colorful balloons filled with H2O, we took it outside. As an actual water balloon fight will come a little later in her life, I let he simply experiment with them. She popped them with a long toothpick, burst them with a plastic baseball bat, and threw them on spiky grass. It was Water Balloons 101.

Sloan enjoyed playing with water balloons the other day.

Water balloons symbolize summer as much as hot dogs or fireworks. As we approach the summer solstice, consider purchasing a pack or two of them for the long evening. Don’t Blink.

There is a Maren Morris song I am quite fond of. It is called “The Bones” and it explains that any relationship will endure and prosper despite obstacles as long as the foundation is strong.

When the bones are good, the rest don’t matter. Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter.

As I sit here and reflect on four years of marriage to the best girl I know, I think we got good bones. I went back and read the anniversary blog post I wrote on our third anniversary and realized that the three factors I attributed to our solid marriage cultivated themselves even more over the past year…

It has been a blessed fourth year of marriage

From Husband and Wife to Parents – A year ago, I mentioned that having a baby so early in our marriage strengthened it more than the common notion of weakening it. Sloan gave us a shared love but also motivated us to make sure our marriage was strong for her. This sentiment doubled over the past year with the birth of Beau.

Our family grew and so did the strength of our marriage.

The Best Examples – I can never say it enough. Learning how it is done from parents who are in long, loving marriages is extremely advantageous. This year, we got an even greater perspective on these strong marriages because we lived with both Sid’s parents and my parents for periods of time.

It has been a blessing to learn about what it takes to build a strong marriage from our parents.

Marriage Rooted in the Church – Making a commitment to each other and to God in his sacred place guided our marriage in the right direction from the onset. But over the past year, Sid and I took a serious journey in becoming closer to God. We took RCIA classes together that resulted in Sid’s conversion to Catholicism and my own increased faith. This only increased the bonds of our holy union.

With a marriage rooted in the Church, how can’t it be successful?

But it wasn’t just the reinforcement of these three tenets that kept our marriage healthy over the past year. Rather, it was also the emergence of an additional principle.

I am talking about the need to trust each other and take risks.

Sid and I made the biggest decision of our marriage to pack up and move across the country. We had a safe, nice life in Myrtle Beach. We also had a brand new son who was adjusting to the world. But we knew an opportunity awaited.

Seizing the opportunity entailed many leaps of faith. But after manufacturing the move, saying many difficult goodbyes, living apart for eight weeks, and adjusting to a new normal, the bones are as strong as ever.

After eight weeks apart, we were re-united in time to spend the last month of our fourth year of marriage together.

Happy anniversary, Sid! I am so honored and thankful to be married to you. Four years down, forever to go. Don’t Blink.

How come I never heard about this until today?

When scanning the paper this morning, I learned about an old man who was adventurous (crazy) enough to stage the treasure hunt of a lifetime. He buried a 42-pound treasure chest in a remote location in the Rocky Mountains and filled it with $2 million worth of gold, rubies, diamonds, and jewels.

This was 10 years ago.

Recently, a person finally found the jackpot. After a decade that motivated close to a half million treasure seekers to go exploring, the skillful new millionaire sent a photo of the unearthed chest to Forrest Fenn, the 89-year-old man who sponsored the hunt.

Fenn definitely has quite the personality. In his 2010 autobiography, he announced the treasure hunt and penned a 24-line poem that contained clues about where to find it. People didn’t think twice about quitting their jobs to become fulltime treasure hunterd. They also didn’t hesitate to sacrifice their well-being. At least two people died while trying to find the elusive treasure. Despite pleas from New Mexico Police (where Fenn lives) to call off the hunt, the old man believed people should be able to “immerse themselves in the wilderness” regardless of whether they perished or not.

This man, Forrest Fenn, staged an epic treasure hunt.

After reading the article and thinking about it off and on, I just have a few thoughts about the whole thing…

– If you are looking to strike it rich and have at least remedial outdoor skills, finding buried treasure surely has better odds than winning the lottery.

– The man who found the treasure has indicated to Fenn his desire to remain anonymous. When he found the treasure, do you think he was able to haul it out of there without anyone noticing?

– What would have happened if Forrest Fenn died before anyone found the treasure? Did he have a sealed document (presumably in another 42-pound chest) that gave directions to where the treasure was buried?

– Seriously, when is the movie about this coming out?!

– In addition to all the gold and rubies, I kind of hope Fenn included a bottle of champagne and some non-perishable food as well.

– Could you imagine if someone like Warren Buffet wanted to stage 100 different treasure hunts like this? He could put treasure chests containing $2 million in two different locations in each state. People would go absolutely nuts (and many more deaths would probably occur).

– Is the guy who found the treasure going to trade it all in for cold hard cash?

– Who do you think would be more interesting to have a beer with? Forrest Fenn or the guy who found the treasure?

– Will a memorial be placed at the site of where the treasure was found honoring the people who died looking for it?

– Honestly, well played to Mr. Fenn for finding a hiding spot so good that it took 350,000 people more than 3,650 days to find it.

Next time, can we make this into a reality show? Don’t Blink.

Good evening, one and all. Hope your first week of June is going well and that your friends and families are healthy. What do you say we rattle off five more topics tonight?…

Retro Snack – Who else loved Dunkaroos as a kid? Before I developed a taste for dipping chips in salsa, I preferred dipping cookies in frosting! Dunkaroos bring back fond childhood memories so I was happy that after a long discontinuation, the snack was brought back this year. Sloan is able to enjoy the gloriousness of Dunkaroos thanks to Uncle Glen and Aunt Carrie––they bring her a package pretty much every time they see her. Now, if only I can convince her to share with me.

Sloan eating Dunkaroos. I used to love those things.

June Summer Nights – It is that time of the year when I encourage everyone to savor these summer nights. The longest days of the year take place in June and are prime opportunity for making memories and having fun. It stays light out longer in Washington than South Carolina, something that Sid and I are trying to take advantage of with Sloan. We are enjoying evening wilderness hikes, strolls through the park, and lawn games in my parents’ front yard. Just trying to soak it up.

Sloan and Beau have spent a lot of time outside with us (and gradnma) during these early June evenings.

National Cheese Day – Today has been designated National Cheese Day, something I have no qualms with celebrating. I don’t know what life would be like without dishes that depend on cheese such as pizza, nachos, and mac and cheese. My favorite snack is cheese and crackers. I live for the cheese trays you can buy at Costco. A restaurant that Sid and I adore is called the CHEESEcake Factory. But I wanted to mark National Cheese Day on Don’t Blink by revealing my favorite type of cheese. In a world full of delicious cheeses, pepper jack ranks at the top of my list.

Even parmesan cheese is worth celebrating on National Cheese Day!

Happy Anniversary – Wanted to end tonight’s rundown by extending a happy anniversary to my sister and brother-in-law. They said their vows nine years ago here in Spokane. I hope they get the chance to celebrate tonight. Congratulations, Miranda and Jay.

Miranda and Jay are celebrating their ninth wedding anniversary today.

Rocks – Remember in a recent blog post when I described “scientific” stuff I did outside? Well, one of the things I mentioned was collecting rocks. My old habit has rubbed off on Sloan. When we go on our walks around the neighborhood and in the woods, she will pick up “souvenirs” along the way. We will then ceremoniously place them in a plastic cup I have in my office. Better cool rocks than overpriced toys, right?

This is Sloan’s rock collection.

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Get out and enjoy your evening, it is beautiful! Thanks for reading and I will touch base next week. Don’t Blink.