I asked for four things for Father’s Day.

  1. a very small radio for my desk at work
  2. a personal fan for my desk at work
  3. new coal and food grates for the grill
  4. a RED Swingline Stapler

Of that list, I got exactly half of them. SECOND DAUGHTER, SECOND MARRIAGE (SDSM) was sweet enough to get me the fan and the radio. The rest of the gifts were pretty good too, though. SECOND DAUGHTER, FIRST MARRIAGE (SDFM) got me tickets to see Mellencamp and Fogerty next month. Of course she is using the second ticket in that pair. It should be a good time.

THE WOMAN got me a note board/picture frame for the office and a DVD compilation of the Three Stooges. FIRST DAUGHTER, SECOND MARRIAGE (FDSM) found the exact Nationals hat that I was looking for. It’s the one with the interlocking DC logo which is pretty hard to find in stores. She also got me a red Nationals shirt. THE BOY got me a gift certificate to see Shark Boy and Lava Girl in 3-D that was a cool gift. He also scored me a Justice League Batman that hangs from the ceiling and flies around in a circle.

The in-laws sent me a set of high dollar measuring cups and a t-shirt. The first part of that may sound strange, but I love to cook and these are the kind that you can tell how much is in the cup based on the gauge inside the cup itself. No more bending over to see how much milk you have poured. It’s a little thing, but I think it is too cool.

In news less about me, and thus more interesting, Tiger choked yesterday. The golf hounds on the news are bending over backwards to find new ways to say it, but the reality is he choked. Like gagging on peanut butter and rice cakes, the big guy got it stuck in his throat and couldn’t cough it up. Michael Campbell did what he needed to do to get the lead and to NOT lose it. Campbell put his game out there and won the damn thing. Tiger simply didn’t have it in him to go and get a win that used to come automatically for him.

Sucks to be Tiger. Don’t blame his new swing either. Blame his new wife. Nobody is willing to say it out loud, but being married changes how a guy lives his life. Tiger no longer has 18 hours a day to go out and hit balls. Now he has to answer the wants and whims of a woman. And a hottie at that. No wonder the boy is distracted these days.

THE WOMAN has a fund raiser tonight. Then she leaves in the morning for three days of training. I’ll let you know if any of the FOUR KIDS LIVING WITH US survive.

Out.