Taxes

Last week I found myself on the 19th floor of the Bank of America Financial Center overlooking downtown Spokane. No, I didn’t have a sudden career change. Rather, I was there with my EWU crew filming a video on one of our students who is interning for an accounting firm that leases lucrative office space in the financial center.

My team setting up on the 19th floor of the Bank of America Financial Center.

It was a very nice gesture of the firm to allow us to visit during the busiest time of the year for accountants. With tax season in full swing, I know it probably didn’t help anybody (except my crew) to have lights, equipment, and a camera filling up their conference room.

Don’t worry, I didn’t ask for any free advice when it comes to my household’s taxes. It might not come as a surprise to those who know me, but I try to file our taxes within the first couple weeks of filing season. For the past several years I have used TurboTax to file and it always seems to work out fine.

Well, let me clarify “fine.” It works out fine in the sense that TurboTax is easy to use and it has never led me to make a mistake. The final outcome, however, has been mixed over the years. We have received nice returns before but there was also a year when we had to pay much more than what we expected.

I have had different outcomes when it comes to tax time over the years.

An accountant friend has told me that I should strive to neither pay nor receive money when I do my taxes. One year I came close to achieving that benchmark but it has definitely been elusive over the past 18 years or so that I have been responsible for paying taxes.

Due to insane mortgage rates, we are usually able to itemize which typically means that a return is imminent.

One final note on this completely unsolicited blog post about tax situation: Although Washington is an expensive state to live in, I do appreciate that there isn’t an income tax. Yes, a recent bill was passed that does tax the income tax of millionaires in Washington but I don’t have to worry about that.

When we first moved back to Washington and I started receiving my first pay checks, it was nice to be spared from the state income tax I had to pay when I lived in Montana and South Carolina. Although paying state income tax would probably lead to a larger overall return, I don’t miss filling out the additional forms on TurboTax.

You still have a month until taxes are due but know that April 15 will be here before you know it. Make sure you don’t get audited! Don’t Blink.

Menace Thursday Rundown

It’s that time of the week again. I hope you have had a nice Thursday and are now ready to relax with five random topics (that must be super exciting to you). Here we go…

2026 Father/Daughter Dance Photo – Last week our official “couples” photo from the St. Mary Father/Daughter Dance was delivered to Sloan. I don’t think there was a better way to start off this rundown than by displaying this true “Beauty (Sloan) and the Beast (me)” picture.

The official photo of Sloan and me at the 2026 St. Mary (Spokane Valley) Father/Daughter Dance.

Favorite Part of St. Patrick’s Day – It was 10 years ago this month that I wrote about my favorite part of St. Patrick’s Day. At the time, I explained that it wasn’t the green beer, the leprechauns, or even the shamrocks. Rather, what I liked the most about the holiday was actually a sound. Can you guess what I am referring to? BAGPIPES. I love the sound of bagpipes and would always enjoy listening to them at St. Patrick’s Day parades. But that was soooo in the past because there is something I like about St. Patty’s Day waaaaaay more than an instrument that makes a cool sound. March 17 happens to be Sloan’s birthday!

Me sporting a St. Pat’s shirt while hanging with my parents during a visit from them in Myrtle Beach on St. Patrick’s Day 2015.

Knights of Columbus Fish Fry – As I have mentioned before, the St. Mary Knights of Columbus council I belong to stages a fish fry every Friday during Lent. It has always been the best one in town but I think the food quality has gotten even better this year. If you live in Spokane and want a terrific dinner, stop by the St. Mary gym for the three remaining fish fry events this Lenten season (3/13, 3/20, 3/27).

This was my plate at last Friday’s St. Mary Knights of Columbus Fish Fry. Attendees can enjoy fried or baked cod, French fries or baked potato, clam chowder, and a roll. Cole slaw is also available.

Sloan Playing Basketball – In third grade, students at St. Mary can start playing on the basketball team. Sloan signed up this year and it has been fun to watch her. The team (comprised of third and fourth grade girls) is currently halfway through the season with a 2-1 record. I will provide an update when the season concludes early next month.

Sloan is playing basketball this season for St. Mary.

Dennis the Menace Anniversary – It was on this date in 1951 that the first Dennis the Menace comic strip debuted. As a lifelong newspaper reader, I have enjoyed the strip over the decades thanks to its single frame and minimal text style. It looks like in today’s commemorative strip that even Mr. Wilson can seemingly tolerate Dennis. Just wait until tomorrow though 😉. Happy 75th anniversary, Dennis and friends!

Today “Dennis the Menace” is 75 years old. I have read the strip for decades.

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Thanks for your readership, friends. Pray for peace in our world. Don’t Blink.

7/11 Trauma

One of our favorite shows was recently the result of reminding Sidney of past trauma…

The date was July 11, 2025. My wife kindly picked up on a tradition my parents started with the kids and took them to 7/11 for Free Slurpee Day. Her good intentions transformed into chaos…

This was a screenshot I took from a video that Sid took of the kids post-chaos at a local Spokane 7/11 on July 11, 2025.

In an act that can only be described as direct insubordination of my wife’s direction, Beau decided he wanted to pour his own Slurpee. He didn’t give a damn that many other Slurpee-loving customers were behind him nor that a 5-year-old had no business operating a Slurpee machine in the first place.

Deciding not to induce a major meltdown from her son, Sidney allowed Beau to pour his own Slurpee—CORRECTION—attempt to pour his own Slurpee. Ask him how that turned out. 😂

What resulted was a colorful, overflowing mess. Sidney was mortified at the snafu and the resulting humiliation at the register. If I remember hearing the story correctly, both Sid and Beau were so sticky it was a godsend that the Slurpees were free because any cash exchanged would have stuck to my wife’s hand.

Beau and Sloan hold their free Slurpees right outside of my parents’ local 7-Eleven earlier today. This was the year before Beau tried to take Slurpee pouring into his own hands.

Oh yes, you are probably wondering what television show beckoned this messy memory. It was our beloved “The Food That Built America” program that we catch on Hulu. As you probably surmised, the episode was completely devoted to 7/11. The show did a great job talking about how the invention of the Slurpee was revolutionary but they failed to analyze how it can be really tough on moms. Just two other cool things about 7/11…

Believe it or not, 7/11 invented the concept of to-go coffee and the to-go coffee cup itself. It was unheard of at the time for motorists to have a disposable cup conducive to sipping a piping hot beverage like coffee. It makes me wonder that if not for 7/11 would we have the million coffee stands that line our streets here in Spokane?

It didn’t take Jim Carrey in “Dumb and Dumber” to make the Big Gulp a significant player in American culture. When the soda fountain container was introduced, the average fountain beverage cup was just SIX OUNCES. Not only did the Big Gulp make soda enthusiasts happy, but it also set off the distinctively American trait of “the bigger the better.” After 7/11’s roll out, chains like McDonald’s and Burger Kings started offering “super size” options to their customers.

Guess what? We are exactly four months away from Free Slurpee Day. Make sure to mark your calendars but I am pretty sure Sidney is giving this tradition back to my parents. Don’t Blink.

Anxiety and Panic In A Random U.S. State

Many years ago, I was a finalist for a higher ed marketing job at an out-of-state university. It was a mad dash to leave work in middle of the day, fight Myrtle Beach traffic, and make it to the airport on time. Once I finally arrived at the airport the pressure didn’t let up as I had to sprint across the parking lot, navigate the check-in line, and make it through security. Needless to say, I barely made my flight.

I arrived at my destination that night and checked into my hotel. My interview was the next day so I had some time to relax after a very hectic 12 hours. Despite some interview jitters, I slept well that night.

The university I interviewed at was about 90 minutes from the airport I landed at. The drive to the university (which was GORGEOUS) was pretty relaxing after the hectic late morning/afternoon. The drive back the next day? The exact opposite of relaxing….read on to find out why.

The next morning, something dawned on me as I ate a minimal breakfast that corresponded to the nerves I had in my belly. My keys were missing. I figured they were somewhere in my hotel room as I had carelessly thrown my stuff on the bed when I checked in the previous night. Surely they were somewhere on the floor, under my duffel bag, or on top of the other bed. I looked for a few minutes but I had to head out for my all-day interview.

Make no mistake about it, when I left the hotel I was a little concerned. On a morning where I should have only been battling interview stress I was now also entertaining the stress of what would happen if I couldn’t find my keys.

Once I started my interview itinerary, I was able to forget about my lost keys to a degree. However, whenever I would have a couple moments between sessions, my mind would go right back to where they could be. As the morning went on and the interview went well, I started to build some confidence. “Those keys were probably right in front of you. You will find them once you get back to the room.”

Because the hotel was actually on the campus (such a cool concept!), I was able to return to my room in the middle of the day during a break and do a quick search. Nothing. I was really starting to get nervous now.

The second half of the day went well but once I finished my culminating presentation to the university’s marketing and communications department, I wasn’t worried about an ensuing job offer. Rather, I just wanted to find my keys. Back in my hotel room I turned it over trying to find them. When my man-made tornado search yielded no results I checked the hotel’s lost and found. When that turned up empty I walked to the student center that I had visited the night before and checked their lost and found. Nothing again.

Mind you, I didn’t need my keys that night to leave the state and get home. My rental car key was in my pocket and you obviously don’t need a key to board an airplane. But something just felt so deflating about losing my house/car/work keys in a random state. I thought about all the work that would have to be done to replace and re-key. What would I tell my current employer…Sorry, I lost my office key 1,500 miles away while interviewing for a different job?

After the final room search and the lost and found inquiries turned up empty, I had to face a sobering truth: I wasn’t returning to Myrtle Beach with my keys.

Upon leaving town I had dinner with the hiring committee chair. I actually disclosed to him that I lost my keys. He was supportive and cautioned me not to stress too much. After dinner I called Sidney and let her know about my dilemma. I was more distraught over the keys than I was pleased with how the day went.

Before jumping in my car to drive the 90 minutes from the college campus to the airport, I did one more fruitless “tracing of my steps” between the hotel and student center. This put me way behind schedule and it was another nerve-wracking drive to the airport as I was once again in jeopardy of missing my flight.

Thankfully I made it just in time (once again) to catch my scheduled flight. After the frantic dance of turning in my rental car, checking in, passing through security, and getting to my gate, I finally had the chance to relax for a few moments once I slumped into my seat on the plane.

That’s when I saw it. I looked down at my phone to see that I had a text notification from my wife. I opened it up to see a photo of my car in the Myrtle Beach Airport parking lot. The image showed a note placed on my dash. In scribbled handwriting it said:

You left the car running. The keys were brought to the police office. Locate any airport police officer to get your keys back. 🤦🏻‍♂️

This was the actual note that was left inside my car. After all the searching I did on the college campus, my keys had actually never left Myrtle Beach.

I was so frantic and so rushed upon my hasty arrival that I just grabbed my duffel bag and laptop and made a run for it without giving a second thought to turning off my car. I wouldn’t have the presence of mind to realize I didn’t have my keys any longer until the next day when I was on the other side of the country. By that time, I had just assumed I lost them on the college campus.

Yeah, it was a stressful trip.

I got my keys and I also got the job a couple days later. I declined the position, figuring my self-inflicted shit show was an omen to stay away from that particular state. I think I made the right choice.

Honestly, what spurned this whole story is an unshakeable feeling I now get. Many times when I catch the bus to work via the Jefferson Park & Ride, I find myself sprinting from my car to avoid missing it. As the bus rolls out onto the highway, I always find myself thinking, Did I turn off my car? Did I lock the doors? Do I have my keys?

Although that last question is easy to answer, sometimes I am kept guessing about the other two throughout the day. It is slight torture. But I don’t think anything compares to the panic and anxiety I felt that one day on that one college campus. Don’t Blink.

The New Way I Bonded With My Daughter

This Saturday I spent the entire day with Sloan. The reason? Well, let me tell you…

Back in October I wrote about Sloan joining the St. Mary chess club. I mentioned that her desire to learn the game opened an entirely new way for us to connect. Suddenly, I was playing nightly chess matches with my daughter.

We enrolled Sloan in Chess Club at St. Mary (Spokane Valley) and it has opened up another opportunity for me to bond with her.

Sloan enjoyed fall chess club so much that she re-enrolled for the spring session. Thus, the past few weeks she has stayed after school on Mondays to play and learn more about the game.

Early last week, she asked me a question: Daddy, can I play in the chess tournament on Saturday?

Hmmmm. I loved the idea of her playing chess as an after-school weekly activity. But did I really want to invest an entire Saturday at a chess tournament?

My hesitation was twofold. First and foremost, it was what I alluded to above: I didn’t necessarily want to sit in a random elementary school from 9 a.m. – 4 p.m. on a coveted Saturday. The other reason? I didn’t think Sloan was ready. Although it was organized by the chess organization her club is staffed by (Inland Chess Academy), this was a public chess tournament for children from all across the city. I didn’t like her chances and even though I firmly believe that losing builds character, I didn’t want to place her in a situation where there was absolutely no chance to succeed.

I had my reservations about Sloan playing in a chess tournament but her desire to play convinced me to sign her up for Inland Chess Academy March Madness tournament.

But Sloan kept asking and asking if she could play. On Friday night I finally gave in. I was able to send a text message to a general number and enter her into the tournament. I was informed that she would play five rounds, regardless of whether she won or lost.

The tourney was played at St. John Vianney Catholic School. Once we checked in at the school library, it was obvious that competition was going to be steep. Kids who played in many of these tournaments before were rolling in and you could tell they were serious about chess. With that said, the event organizers had told me that Sloan would be placed in the beginner category, affectionately called the pawns division.  

After the check-in period concluded, the tournament director called the event to order by greeting all competitors/families and explaining basic rules/procedures. After that introduction, the kids were able to head to the chess hall to begin the competition. I was able to accompany Sloan to the hall (aka the school gym). To get there we had to walk out of the library and turn left down a long school corridor. At the end of the corridor were double doors that whisked us outdoors. It was then an approximate 50-yard walk in the elements to the school gym.

A look inside the St. John Vianney (Spokane Valley) gym at the Inland Chess Academy March Madness tournament. The tourney was well-organized.

Inside the gym was a picturesque scene of what you would envision a chess tournament to look like. More than 20 tables were lined up on the linoleum floor. At each table were two chess sets and four chairs, allowing for two games to take place simultaneously at each table station. When the kids walked in, they referenced a printout that had their table assignments. Sloan’s first placement was Pawn White 15. I made sure she sat down at her assigned spot and then a member of the tournament staff banished all the parents back to the library.

I took this photo of Sloan before her first match right before I returned to the St. John Vianney library.

Back at the library, the tournament director explained the reasoning for why parents were forbidden from the gym during play. Children perform worse, he explained, when mom and dad are watching. Anxiety and distraction negatively impact chessboard decisions made by kids when they sense the pressure of their parents watching. This reasoning sounded completely rational and I totally supported it.

John Dill from Inland Chess Academy, who served as one of the tournament directors, explains to us parents why we weren’t allowed in the chess hall during play.

As the tournament director gave this explanation, kids had already started to return to the library. You see, after a match concluded, participants were told to head back to tournament headquarters. When I saw these competitors return within just five minutes of the tournament starting, I envisioned the legendary four-move checkmates you see in movies. The other observation I made was that you could almost tell immediately by the look on the child’s face if they had won or lost. I knew once Sloan walked through the doors I would immediately know the outcome of her match.

About 10 minutes after I left her in the gym, she returned to the library. Yep, the result was obvious. She had lost. I stressed that today’s competition was a learning experience and she would have several more chances. And thus started the grind of an all-day chess tournament…

Sloan and I quickly learned how these chess tourneys worked. A round is played. Once all games are complete, the tables are re-set and new pairings are determined. Everyone is then called back to the gym to begin the next round. Rinse and repeat. The only thing is that a round doesn’t simply fly by. With 40 games being played each round, not every match is going to result in an instant checkmate. Thus, there can be a lot of waiting between rounds.

Sloan was all smiles prior to her second match. Unfortunately, it would end in defeat as well.

After Sloan’s defeat to open the day, she experienced the same result in the second round. She hung in longer this time but still lost. She was discouraged but I echoed what I told her the first time and also pointed out that she was more competitive.

The next round saw continued improvement. She fought hard until a stalemate was declared. Her fourth match resulted in an amicable draw.

Sloan before her fourth match. She got to play five rounds during the Inland Chess Academy March Madness tournament.

It was close to 3 p.m. before the fifth and final round was set to begin. Sloan and I had spent a lot of time sitting side-by-side each other throughout the day as we waited together between rounds. Even though Sloan had not won a match, I had enjoyed my time with her. As we made the journey out of the library, down the hall, through the double doors, and into the gym for her last game, I didn’t expect a victory. But I did hope the result would be something we could build upon. Once she sat down across from her opponent I told her “good luck” and walked back to the library.

Sloan and I spent a lot of time together on Saturday. This is us eating snacks from the Rosauers deli in-between the third and fourth rounds.

The walk to the chess hall was one thing. I got to experience it five times with Sloan. It came with excitement and nerves. But the walk back? Depending on the result, I knew it had to be either a glorious waltz or a walk of shame for the kids. I knew that this past Saturday probably wasn’t going to be a day where Sloan experienced the former but I hoped that she would get a taste of it in the future.

Sloan before her fifth and final match. I was hoping it would end with a positive result.

Well, the victory stroll came a little quicker than I expected.

Probably about 20 minutes after I left her for the final time in the gym, she returned around the corner with a grin from ear-to-ear. She had managed to put her opponent in checkmate and won her first tournament chess game. Even though my daughter’s enthusiasm from her win wasn’t needed to justify a positive and educational day spent with Sloan, it sure ended the afternoon with a major exclamation mark.

A photo I took of Sloan just moments after she won her game. She was glowing.

When I look back on Sloan’s first chess tournament, the top highlight wasn’t that she managed to win a match. For me, it was that she put herself out there and at the end of the day she said, “I want to do this again, daddy.”

Call me a participation trophy dad, but I got Sloan ice cream after the March Madness Inland Chess Academy tournament because I was proud of her for insisting she play and then competing to the best of her ability.

Thank you to Inland Chess Academy for a fun and organized tournament. I appreciate the fact that it was set up to allow beginners to get needed exposure to the game at a very reasonable price. As Sloan requested, we will definitely do it again. Don’t Blink.

King Thursday Rundown

It is my pleasure to welcome you to the safe space that is my blog. And on Thursdays it is even extra safe because I rundown five random topics. Let’s do this…

Roofman – Sidney and I watched a movie over the weekend that might be worth your time. If you have Paramount+, look up “Roofman.” It is a new release, it happens to be based on a true story, and it stars Channing Tatum and Kirsten Dunst. The film centers on a man named Jeffrey Manchester who escaped prison and managed to evade capture for six months. But the truly remarkable feat is how he went so long before being re-arrested: He hid in a Toys “R” Us. Of course the movie has to intertwine a love story but we were entertained and even managed to watch it in an entire day (which is sometimes difficult to do around here). Although it is billed as a comedy, I found it to be more of a drama with plenty of nostalgia packed in.

“Roofman” entertained us!

King Size – It was on this date three years ago that I made Sid pretty happy: I bought her a king size bed. I am as low maintenance as it comes regarding sleep. All I need is a small space to lay my body and a single pillow. My wife on the other hand? She had been asking for an upgrade from our queen bed for probably a couple years. Now that we have enjoyed our king bed for three years, I can’t say whether I prefer it to the queen but I sure do enjoy the remote control that allows me to prop the bed up when reading or working on my computer.

Sloan and Beau hang out on a mattress. This is the queen version of the mattress that we actually got.

National Cheese Doodle Day – As you can tell from this topic’s heading, today is National Cheese Doodle Day. My only connection to this “cheesy” day is that I once had Sidney compare a Cheeto to a Cheese Doodle. The verdict? The Cheeto was crunchier and fresher. Although I don’t know for sure if a Cheez Doodle is actually a Cheese Doddle, I am calling it “close enough” for this post.

That time Sidney tried a Cheese…I mean Cheez…Doodle. The Cheeze Doodles are on the left of the plate.

Touching Advice – I was saddened to hear about the passing of Lou Holtz yesterday. He was a great coach, Catholic, and human being. I heard some touching advice he gave a sports media personality (Mike Greenburg) when he told Holtz his wife was about to have their first child. Coach Holtz pulled Greenburg in and said, “Young man, the most important thing you can do for a child is to make sure every day they know how much you love their mother.” Enough said.

May eternal rest be grant unto Lou Holtz and let perpetual light shine upon him.

Throwback – Truth be told, I am kind of drawing a blank when it comes to a fifth topic tonight…so how about a throwback? This photo is of my siblings and me when we were all in our primes. I am thinking it is around the 2006 or 2007 range. Ahhh, to be young again.

The Reser “Big 3” probably around 2006 or 2007.

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We Aren’t Fighting If We Are Talking

“When two enemies are talking, they are not fighting.”

This past weekend I was directed to a Ted Talk with the theme above. Full disclosure, I didn’t stumble upon it because of the world events in the Middle East but I guess you could call the timing ironic.

The Ted Talk I watched was delivered by a man named Daryl Davis. A professional musician by trade, there is much more to Daryl than his uncanny playing of the boogie-woogie piano.

Daryl Davis is a pretty special human being.

Daryl is an African-American gentleman who spent many years of his childhood in a mostly white community. His first experience with racism occurred when he was 10 years old as he marched in a parade. After the incident, his parents sat him down and explained the sad and misguided ways of racism.

That discussion spurned what has become a lifelong question for Daryl: Why do you hate me when you know nothing about me?

During his 18-minute Ted Talk, Daryl speaks about a relationship he cultivated with a Ku Klux Klan member.

I strongly encourage you to watch Daryl Davis’ Ted Talk.

He had his secretary reach out to Roger Kelly, an Imperial Wizard within the Ku Klux Klan. The secretary, who was white, was able to arrange a meeting between her boss and Kelly. When the Imperial Wizard showed up to the meeting, he had no idea that Daryl was black. As you can imagine, Roger Kelly and the bodyguard he brought with him were caught off guard.

Daryl details another “caught off guard” moment during this initial meeting. While the men were nervously talking, there was a noise that spooked both Daryl and Roger, causing everyone to tense up and clench their fists. Daryl thought Roger made the noise and Roger thought Daryl made the noise but it was actually just a natural sound made by soda cans submerged in ice. The tense moment “broke the ice” while also illustrating how sometimes it is easy to always think the worse of someone else.

Long story short, Daryl and Roger met many times after that first encounter. Neutral meeting spots ended up giving way to discussions at their respective homes. Eventually, the bodyguard stopped coming. Although the changing of Roger’s ideology was slow, he eventually left the Klan and gave Daryl his robe.

Believe it or not, Roger’s robe isn’t the only one in Daryl’s possession. Dozens of former Klansmen left the organization because Daryl took the time to befriend them and listen to why they could hate him without knowing him.

It turns out that when engaged in conversation, things can get sorted out—even things as dark as racism.

After watching Daryl’s Ted Talk by myself, I watched it again with my family. If you are looking for inspiration and a powerful example of humanity, take the 18 minutes to watch Mr. Davis’ presentation. Don’t Blink.

Snakes In A Dream!

It was just over two years ago that I detailed Beau’s battle with bad dreams. When I published that blog post, he was having scary dreams at a pretty frequent rate. Each time he would have one, our son would refuse to go back to sleep because he “didn’t want to go back to it.” Like many of us, the moment Beau would shut his eyes he would find himself right back in the middle of the nightmare.

Beau is usually a happy kid…at least when he isn;t having nightmares.

Over the past 25 months Beau has continued to have bad dreams but nothing as frequent as when he was a 4-year-old. However, Sid and I have learned something about his bad dreams: they are usually directly related to what he watches.

If Beau watches something scary or graphic, there is a good chance it will show up in his sleep later that night. A perfect example wasn’t even Beau’s fault and became a good lesson for Sid and me…

One night several months ago, Sid and I were watching a true crime show. This particular episode centered around a person who was burned to death in a campfire out in the woods. We didn’t really think Beau was paying attention because even though he was in the same room with us he was fixated on a tablet (or so we thought). In the middle of the following night, Beau ran into our room freaked out and exclaimed to us that he had a nightmare about someone who was murdered in a fire. That dream didn’t just give Beau a wake up call.

Anyway, after several instances of this, it actually happened again on Thursday night. Beau once again raced into our room after experiencing a bad dream. As I usually do, I asked him to talk out his nightmare with me. This one had to do with an animal many of us don’t like: snakes.

He told me that his dream started with him in our bedroom when a big snake appeared on the floor. After dodging it in the space of our room, he totally evacuated and ran to Sloan’s room. Unfortunately the snake followed and bit his sister. Trust me, Beau didn’t take any delight in this. He was petrified!

I immediately knew how the bad dream was planted in his unconscious mind. It wasn’t from the movies “Anaconda” or “Snakes On A Plane.” It wasn’t from a visit to the zoo or a horror story he watched on YouTube.

Rather, it came directly from our nightly reading…

I knew the book “About Reptiles” is what gave Beau a bad dream about snakes.

On Tuesday night, Beau and I read a book titled “About Reptiles.” It taught us about lizards, frogs, toads, alligators, crocodiles, and—of course—snakes. In fact, the book probably covered the slithery limbless reptiles more than any other creature. As you can imagine, our 6-year-old had a lot of questions about snakes—especially the poisonous ones.

“About Reptiles” included multiple spreads within the book about snakes…including venomous ones.

Never did I think that reading the book would result in a nightmare for Beau. With that said, I am not beating myself up too badly. I read the book to Beau with good, educational intentions. However, it did drive home the fact that anything Beau consumes during the day could plant a seed for a bad dream during the night. Don’t Blink.

Rib Eye Thursday Rundown

Don’t Blink because a new month will be here this weekend. If you are a basketball fan that is a good thing. And if you somehow are crazy enough to like this blog hopefully it is a good thing that my latest Thursday Rundown is ready for you. Let’s get going…

Going For A Ride, Part II – Our kids received some cash from Grandma and Papa for Valentine’s Day so this past weekend we went to the mall so they could (naturally) spend it. Beau opted to spend his money on a Boba drink and 15 minutes on the blue unicorn…that adds up to $20 really fast. If you remember earlier this year, I chronicled the very first time that Sloan and Beau tried out the Spokane Valley Mall go-cart attractions.

Beau felt like the king of the Spokane Valley Mall as he rode his blue unicorn go-cart throughout the main floor.

Jump Around – Sloan used her $20 on Boba, a pair of earrings from Claire’s, and three minutes on the bungee. It was a little more than two years ago that Sloan first tried Fanorama Bungee and after all that time it was calling her name again. It was also calling for my wallet because if you think Sloan was able to afford those three things for just $20 you are crazy.

Sloan jumping around at the Spokane Valley Mall.

Special Anniversary – Tomorrow (Feb. 27) is always a very special date for our family. It was in 2020—right before the pandemic and our big move—that Beau was baptized and Sid was welcomed into the Catholic Church. Fr. Roger Morgan performed both sacraments in the same ceremony as our family, friends, and my fellow Knights of Columbus brothers looked on. Fr. Morgan and St. Andrew Catholic Church will always have specials spots in our hearts. Thanks be to God!

Thanks be to God for Feb. 27, 2020. This is our family at St. Andrew Catholic Church in Myrtle Beach on the day Sidney was welcomed into the Church and Beau was baptized.

WinCo – After the change debacle, WinCo is back on my good side. Sid recently prepared these rib eye steaks for Sunday dinner. We don’t usually buy a lot of meat from WinCo but with the way these chops tasted we might start purchasing more. Of course, Beau passed on the delicious steak and settled for a peanut butter sandwich instead. 😕

These were the steaks we enjoyed recently. WinCo’s meat isn’t that bad.

Cowboy and Fred – For a fun throwback photo, I thought we would go back 20 years to when my brother and I dressed up as this particular odd couple for the Sadie Hawkins Dance. Nah, we didn’t go together as we actually had real dates (can you believe that?) but we did take this photo before going our separate ways. I was a senior at the time and my brother was a freshman.

My brother and I before the 2005 Mead High School Sadie Hawkins Dance.

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And with that, this Thursday Rundown is in the books. Don’t Blink.

The Two Seafood Dishes I Can Tolerate

I know you are going to call me crazy but I am not a big seafood guy. Okay, fine, throw your crab legs at me for making such a shallow statement but it is the truth. I simply don’t care for the tastes and textures of the cuisine that comes from the sea.

However, I do have two exceptions…

Serve me fish and chips any day. It might be the deep fried batter that converts me, but I really do enjoy fluffy white cod or halibut served with a side of fries.

My other exception is clam chowder. I love soup and clam chowder is actually on my shortlist. But there is a specific reason for why an anti-seafood diner like myself actually enjoys such a delicacy…

Sidney and my sister at the St. Mary Knights of Columbus fish fry on March 3, 2023. They are enjoying the two seafood items I will eat…fish & chips and clam chowder.

I grew up eating clam chowder at my grandpa’s restaurant. As a solid Catholic eatery, the Pastime Café would serve the soup every Friday as an option for those abstaining from meat. When my family would visit our grandparents in Walla Walla we would normally arrive at the start of the weekend (aka Friday) and head straight to the Pastime upon entering town.

As a young boy who would always opt for soup over salad at that point in my life, I would settle for the clam chowder. But I don’t know if “settling” is the right word because I actually really liked it.

And I still do to this day. I find clam chowder delicious and I always look forward to a cup of the soup when we attend the Lenten fish fry dinners put on by my St. Mary Knights of Columbus council.

Friday is quickly approaching and you will have plenty of options to duck into pretty much any restaurant (or join me at the St. Mary fish fry) and order clam chowder. Or perhaps you should just enjoy some tonight. After all, it is National Clam Chowder Day. Don’t Blink.