tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63152712024-03-07T19:00:35.075-06:00Team Tinsley"You forget the things you were certain you would always remember, especially the tiny things, and all too often they're the things that matter" Neil Gaiman.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.comBlogger275125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-75988411465847422032016-04-29T16:15:00.000-05:002016-04-29T16:17:22.193-05:00Can't Believe You're MineBlink my eyes and two years have passed since this. In the same spirit, for posterity, I'm going to break my Team Tinsley Blog rule and give myself a pass. Here is the ultra personal letter to Boy #2 for his Confirmation Retreat weekend.
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-27834130592338991502015-10-04T08:12:00.002-05:002015-10-04T08:12:26.757-05:00Can You Feel It
Once again I'm breaking my own edict, by posting on this here BLOG...for posterity Dear Reader. Below is an unsolicited email Boy #1's Mother and I received on Friday, October 2, 2015 from one of his teachers.
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Happy Friday! I am Ethan’s PreAp science teacher 6th
period daily. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-53595043537173180772014-04-30T12:52:00.002-05:002014-06-05T07:20:52.110-05:00One Love
I'm doing something I don't often do, breaking my own rule, and posting on the Team Tinsley blog. I'll give myself a pass though, because I'm doing it for posterity. For the Buck Rogers future. And. Probably most important, this letter closes a loop on this here blog.
Context. Boy #1 is entering the final weeks of his Confirmation Class at AUMC. ThisAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-10768466092099991792010-01-11T09:56:00.013-06:002010-02-02T06:18:16.536-06:00PureWe interrupt this BLOG entry to apologize to anyone who has stumbled (or returned) upon this BLOG in the hopes that there would be something new to read. This BLOG is officially done. Archived, but no longer serving up fresh content. I created top of the pop type lists for anyone who wants to read (or revisit) posts that I feel are the best of each year this BLOG was open for business. Click Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-7130242292104464042009-12-28T09:19:00.003-06:002009-12-28T09:20:25.994-06:00King For A DayFinally, the final recapitulation ---- 2009 style. Click hard for the recaps of these years: 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 and 2008.
This whole omphaloskepsis exercise has been interesting. The early years were relatively easy to recap. I think because more time has passed, which lends itself to more perspective. Then we have 2009, which was hard to recap, mainly because I'm still too close to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-41393325215686592372009-12-21T10:13:00.001-06:002009-12-21T10:15:20.837-06:00And the train conductor saysTo recap the recaps: 2004, 2005, 2006 and 2007.2008I'm in the sky tonightJanuary 18, 2008A historical (from a family point of view) entry that brings up the question of what those that remain behind should do with the remains of thier loved ones.BarracudaMarch 15, 2008Another favorite of this here BLOG that I forgot even existed (that's what happens when you have 269 entries.) Brings back Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-50672545487413440152009-12-11T10:52:00.006-06:002009-12-16T13:55:30.067-06:00Lost in the Milky WaySweet mother of all that is good, there is nothing more fascinating to me as a breeder, than the difference in the Boy(s) personalities. And the way certain personality traits mirror My Lovely Bride or my own.Take the Younger Boy. He's a chopped down version of me. Both in appearance and personality. But the thing is Dear Reader, when I was his age, I was more like the Elder Boy. Quiet. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-73319409569268261882009-12-09T10:03:00.003-06:002009-12-09T12:18:10.200-06:00Mad World"I wrote a story." The Elder Boy said, apropos of nothing, as he was getting ready for school a week or so in the rearview."Really? What about?" I asked.Nothing. Just an ornery smile."What about?" I asked again. With his shit-eating grin I knew there had to be more to the story about his story."About Rudolph." He said. "We had to draw a Christmas picture and then write a story to go with it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-40124584691313676942009-12-06T11:15:00.003-06:002009-12-06T13:35:04.430-06:00I wonderAnother recap post, 2007 style (Click hard for the 2004 recap & 2005 recap & 2006 recap.)The only way to explain 2007 is to lift some words someone wrote about me on their blog: "...and had my heart break as I read about the death of his mother and the waves of aftershocks he continues to feel."Indeed.2007Save you from yourselfJanuary 16, 2007A 'kids eat free' rant morphs into a somber tale of Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-36822617664303075212009-12-01T16:38:00.002-06:002009-12-01T16:44:09.506-06:00At the altar of the dark starAs promised in that end is nigh BLOG, these recap posts are self serving, and really nothing more than my dumb ass trying to make some sort of sense out of 265 entries on this here BLOG (Click hard for the 2004 recap & 2005 recap.) Which brings us to 2006.If two words can define a year, my two words would be this: Fuck Me. 2006 sucked. Hard.Looking back from the vantage of now, it is Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-32462332891851327892009-11-18T17:08:00.007-06:002009-12-21T09:46:58.364-06:00I don't know where I'm goingOmphaloskepsis, 2005 style. I got away from the dear diary vibe of 2004. Experimented with content outside the realm of Team Tinsley. And penned what is probably one of the funniest things that has ever happened to me (Hope Springs Eternal.) Actually two (If you smile through...) I also started using the term Mr. Mom (something I still do.) And penned what I consider my first truly good blogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-30591473129222353072009-11-17T17:11:00.004-06:002009-11-17T17:26:58.546-06:00Sick Of MyselfOmphaloskepsis. Better known as navel gazing. That's what I've been doing lately. Looking back over 263 entries on this here BLOG. Getting ready for that final post (I do have my final song selected for anyone out there that gives a shit.) But back to now, I'm sick of myself, quite literally, after reading so many Team Tinsley posts. Some are good. Many bad. Some funny. Others sad. It's a Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-17919152143149338112009-10-27T16:47:00.001-05:002009-10-27T16:47:59.923-05:00Science and ProgressI've never enjoyed connect the dot games because my monkey brain does nothing but connect dots. Like the other night. My Lovely Bride had (D)runco at our casa which meant no penises on the premises. I took the Boy(s) to the dollar (fifty) movie to see Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs. Sitting across the aisle from our seats was a young mom and her small boy who laughed, hard, every time the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-63959834223776870402009-10-19T16:49:00.007-05:002009-10-19T17:16:04.202-05:00Ain't necessarily soThe beginning of the end starts now Dear Reader. My first in a series of posts that will culminate in what will be the final Team Tinsley BLOG entry. It's hard for me to believe I've been at this since 2004. When I started the Elder Boy was just shy of the two year mark. And Wy Wy. He wasn't even two weeks old!Back then this BLOG was intended to be a way to keep the growing Team Tinsley Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-73197593952100484872009-09-12T13:55:00.006-05:002009-09-29T16:34:32.439-05:00OneAnother half-ass epilogue. It might help to read 42 first."Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so you apologize for truth." Benjamin DisraeliDeath smells like curry. That was literally the first thing I thought as I walked into my parents house for what ended up being Mom's death watch.The scent of multiple Reunzit Adjustable Air Fresheners mixed with the smell of decay. Pungent. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-1459482523320587062009-09-10T13:45:00.003-05:002009-09-10T13:52:59.169-05:00Big MeI read this on a friend's blog on September 1st: Someone recently told me that their blog was compromised by it readership. OMG! Yes! Yes! Yes! I know exactly what you mean. I mean, we want readers, but then when we have invited our friends, family, co-workers, the occasional student, and an internet full of strangers into our house that is our brain, how it is not compromised? It is all Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-60048435762583087892009-09-02T15:10:00.004-05:002009-09-02T17:14:26.968-05:00The Emperor's New ClothesIf we needed to discipline Wyatt. I mean really teach him a lesson. We wouldn't bust his ass. Or put him in time-out. We wouldn't even take away one of his favorite toys. What we would do is this. Make him wear jeans. Seriously. Only he doesn't call them jeans. He calls them hard pants. Which goes to show you how damn right freakish he is when it comes to tactile sensations from his Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-60807771998397391782009-08-27T13:21:00.003-05:002009-09-22T13:04:16.223-05:0042Long ago, when I was a young man, my father said to me, "Norman, you like to write stories." And I said "Yes, I do." Then he said, "Someday, when you're ready you might tell our family story. Only then will you understand what happened and why."A River Runs Through It"Why did Granny buy me this?" Wy asked.Such a simple question. One that would lead to a powerful epiphany. But that came seven Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-49845578330024651812009-08-21T05:44:00.004-05:002009-08-22T09:07:55.625-05:00Just like Rock and RollE: We didn't have dinner?!?!Me: Are you hungry?E & Wy: No.Me: Then what's your point?Wy: Mom feeds us dinner.Me: I'm not Mom.----------------Wy: I don't want to go. If I go with you he won't play with me.Me: He will. He'll forget.Wy: No. He won't.Me: Yes. He will.Wy: No. He keeps a list so he won't forget.----------------E: I'll take a shower. But I don't want to use soap.Me: You Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-84335698557024473472009-08-14T08:53:00.003-05:002009-08-14T09:14:00.134-05:00No Line on the HorizonI'm a fucking hypocrite. I had just called the Elder Boy out for playing the blame game when less than 24 hours later I was playing the same fucking game in my feeble ass attempt to ascribe blame for my mid July melancholy funk. The contenders? A. Farrah Fawcett, B. Otitis media, and C. My birthday (which is more about the person who gave me life no longer being around.)Seriously.God knows Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-24359503678992069792009-08-13T10:03:00.004-05:002009-08-13T10:21:25.383-05:00Yakety Yak"Do you trust me?" Nothing. Just a stressed look on the Elder Boy's face followed by jerky nervous foot to foot action as he hopped from pile to pile of detritus strewn all over his bedroom floor."Boy," I said much more forcibly than I had intended. "Do you trust me?"Nothing."What are these?" I asked holding up a ziplock bag full of cardboard pieces. "Did you cut these out of a toy box?"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-50712813070893614662009-07-30T13:34:00.002-05:002009-07-30T13:39:45.689-05:00Last Night on EarthAlthough I often bemoan my birthday, and play my goofy age games, my 42nd lap around El Sol on Mother Earth last week hasn't really made me feel all that old. Today however, does. It is my (our) 15th wedding anniversary. Seriously. 15 years. Our love is old enough to get a learner's permit. Amazing. Especially considering that My Lovey Bride thought I was gay when we first met. And I don'tAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-7242508454948709762009-07-24T16:12:00.003-05:002009-07-25T07:43:03.573-05:00Over the CliffWe were watching the Simpsons one night when Ethan saw a scene with Bart and Rod Flanders climbing down a tall building. As they are starting down, Bart tells Rod a lie about what gay means so Rod shouts down to his Dad that Mrs. Simpson made him gay."What does gay really mean, Dad?" Ethan asked."Gay is when boys like other boys." I explained."Really?!?!" Wy asked incredulously."Yep. Women Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-2094385475275895842009-07-07T12:43:00.008-05:002009-07-09T13:31:37.157-05:00Hold on to your hat, hold on to your heart Above you will find a slideshow movie thing I did for our vacation. If the YouTube vid is jerky or doesn't play well and / or you want to see even more photos (30% more Team Tinsley action!), check out our Flickr slideshow.And for those that want to do neither I offer you this pictorial example of just how fast time passes us all by. The first shot was taken in July 2007. The second July 2009.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315271.post-73354515810976992212009-06-20T11:45:00.002-05:002013-04-18T11:43:37.143-05:00Mirror in the BathroomBecause of some recent praise regarding my fathering skills, and Father's Day (a bullshit holiday if ever there were, no doubt created by a consortium of card and tie manufacturers,) I'm going to share my most infamous Father of the Year moment of 2008.
Our story starts six months in the rearview. December 2008. That is when the shit hit the fan when it quite literally hit our hallway floor. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423058485659545985noreply@blogger.com1