• The new family dog is here

    Posted by on January 11, 2017

    My daughter loves dogs.  LOVES dogs.  Every time we pass one, she would at least point and walk towards, at most bounce and start breathing heavy and usually cry when they walked away.  It was a matter of time.  My mom sent an ad, so my wife went to check out the pup with G in tow while dad was working.  Needless to say, the purchase was completed pretty quickly.  (The good thing about not being there is I can say I would have picked one of the other ones when the puppy leaves a loaf in my wife’s shoe).

    I was somewhat apprehensive, just for the fact I had such a hard time with losing my dog in February.  I came home to tell this new mutt how inferior it was to Stringbean, but I’ll be damned – when I got home it was waiting at the door for me and wagging her tail at light speed.  She followed me or one of my ladies around non-stop, so after some debate, her name became Merry (for the happiness) Polarity (since she’s like a magnet).

    I dare you to top this cuteness.  It can't be done.

    I dare you to top this cuteness. It can’t be done.

    Of course, then the dog attacked my daughter’s Captain America Build a Bear and tried to drink my beer.  Terrorism is everywhere, it appears.  We also realized she was absolutely covered in fleas, just like my wife was when we met.  Memories.  Thankfully, they were all dead, but her skin was all jacked up, so that was fun.  The vet told us she had worms, like I did when my wife and I met.  More memories.  We got those taken care of too.

    I learned some things since Bean – he was a fully grown stray that was housebroken when I got him.  This thing pees every five minutes.  Bean didn’t bark, play with toys more than five seconds a month and was always hot like me.  Merry barks when she gets excited, wants to play all the time (except when peeing thankfully) and is freezing like my wife.  I also realized how incredibly awful it is to housetrain a puppy when it’s 2 degrees the first weekend.  I hope the hypothermia doesn’t set it too quickly the next time there’s a BM on the schedule.  We like this little rascal though and hopefully she wears out my tornado toddler and not Mom and Dad.

  • NFL Playoff games in January/Paying money to freeze to death

    Posted by on January 9, 2017

    My dad called me a short time ago.  “I’m getting Steelers playoff tickets.  Want to go?”  “Sure, let me check my schedule.”  We were all excited, then the forecast came out.  He texted me, “High of 21.”  Great, thanks.  Two days later – “Now high of 19.”  How about we stop with the weather updates, Al Roker?  It’s going to suck.

    I’m a hot person.  I shoveled my driveway after a three inch snow and I got so hot I did the last 20 minutes in a tee shirt in 30 degree weather.  I can sweat without moving in 50 degree temps.  I knew this would be different.  Turns out it was high of 16, but don’t worry!  My weather app also said “FEELS LIKE 1.”  Well, terrific.  Here I thought the heat wave of 16 would ruin my day, but thankfully it’s one degree with the polar blast of wind coming off the three river confluence.

    I pulled my phone out to take pics of the stadium in all its glory and the phone said, “Piss off, I quit.”  My phone shut off.  It was too cold.  I had to press it to my neck for ten minutes to get warm enough to take three pics, then it shut off again.

    Thank goodness they built this right next to the rivers, wouldn't want that wind blocked!

    Thank goodness they built this right next to the rivers, wouldn’t want that wind blocked!

    How cold was it?  The ref’s whistle froze.  I went to take a leak and guys were eating their food in the bathroom because it was out of the wind.  MY BEER FROZE BEFORE I COULD FINISH IT.  Do you know how fast I can drink a beer?  I actually thought this may be my final picture ever.

    You can't smile when your teeth will freeze when you open your mouth.

    You can’t smile when your teeth will freeze when you open your mouth.

    The Steelers won big, which meant we may have left a bit early, like oh, 86% of the fans there.  I probably could have made it, but my feet felt like someone was jamming needles into them and it took me 20 minutes to get my four pants layers off to pee, so there you have it.  It was fun, but next time I’m taking a huge barrel to start a fire in.  I’m sure they won’t care.

    I used my Terrible Towel to wave...and wipe snot off my face.  Thanks, January.

    I used my Terrible Towel to wave…and wipe snot off my face. Thanks, January.

  • How Mariah Carey blew it

    Posted by on January 5, 2017

    Since I never watch New Year’s Eve specials anymore – or not really ever, I watched Kathy Griffin for five seconds once and nearly killed myself – I missed Mariah Carey’s turd as it happened.  I checked it out the next day and made two determinations.  1) The lip sync backup failed and 2) She couldn’t deal with it.  Long story short, she wasn’t prepared.

    Not that I am anywhere close to Mariah Carey in any aspect of my life, but I have a similar experience.  No, not that I told jokes and the tape cracked as I stood on Times Square in front of millions on TV and thousands in person…more like 30 people.  In rural Pennsylvania.  With no camera.  OK, it’s not very similar, but here’s what happened.

    I hadn’t done a show in a month.  Early on, I prided myself on practicing my sets, but I got a bit lazy.  I also had a fiasco before the show.  I showed up at a Bed and Breakfast that was the room they booked.  For those that don’t know, that’s a house with an extra room.  I walked in and the family was going to dinner.  The guy was all kinds of pissed that I was there – turns out the dumb booker changed hotels and had emailed me, which I missed driving through the gaping hole of communication that is middle PA.  I thankfully ran out – the guy’s four year kid was hiding in the room, which was a nice surprise as I unpacked my bag that made me want to sleep in my car – and went to the hotel.

    All that meant I had NO time to prepare and hit a cold, cavernous stage.  I realized instantly I was rusty as hell.  I flubbed and babbled my way through punchlines and stuttered for nearly ten minutes until I got back in my zone.  Luckily for me, the headliner that night sang parody songs for 45 minutes, so I looked like a champion, but I haven’t been that bad onstage outside of the first year I did comedy.

    In summation, I think Mariah Carey was so ill-prepared, she couldn’t handle the screw-up, so she babbled like an ass and had no clue.  She’s got more money than everyone else in Times Square combined, so I get it – no exactly slugging out the rehearsals, but come on.  Of course, give me a couple million or so and I would probably be 400 pounds and drunk in about a week.  The production team would have to wheel me out on a hospital bed and slap the bourbon bottle from my hand to get me to tell four jokes.  Maybe I don’t blame her after all.

  • Well, that email is really going to help the sports outcome

    Posted by on January 2, 2017

    A story that went around the ol’ web post OSU vs. Clemson was an email that some lonely, unloved supposed Buckeye fan sent the Ohio State kicker.  In this email, he said various things, as in hoping the kicker’s scholarship was revoked and he was terrible, more or less.  WELL THAT HELPED, HE JUST MADE THE FIELD GOALS AND OHIO STATE WON.  Oh, that’s right.  The game is over still.  Never mind.

    Ignoring the score, which I’ll get to, think on this.  Who knows more, dumb angry fan or coach that is making several million a year?  I’ll bet coach knows who his best kicker is, not blog reading sports fan psycho.   The score?  31-0.  The kicker missed two field goals.  For those who can do math and know 4% about football, YOU STILL WOULD HAVE LOST BY 25 FREAKING POINTS.  I don’t know if Trey Wiesman (the email was sent under this name) comprehends football, but if he made 10 field goals, Ohio State still loses.  Got it, stupid?

    Lastly, who emails threats to a kicker?  The same type of pathetic that troll celebrities on Twitter, which is the heir to people who wrote Hank Aaron racist threats when he got close to Babe Ruth’s home run record.  Spineless.  Why don’t you be a real man, and threaten one of the offensive lineman who gave up a sack?  I have a mental image of this guy: haircut out of style, smedium shirt with beer gut, hangs out with four other guys for games that don’t really like him, but he’s been in the group so long they don’t know how to get rid of him, favorite band is a one hit wonder he makes everyone listen to in his car.  No one liked you before the email Trey, and we don’t after either.  By the way, the kicker, in his athletic prime in a college lifting program could still pummel you, not that you have the balls to confront him face to face.

  • 2016 in review: Blah and more blah

    Posted by on December 30, 2016

    Well, another year older and more dumber in books.  We had an election where most people hated the candidates that were nominated, a ton of famous people died (drugs tend to hurt your lifespan – tip from ol’ Chris) and we found out yet again the internet lies…because no shit.  Sports were great for some long suffering fans, but we generally now hate almost everyone thanks to the steaming pile of election.  But Chris!  But Chris!  Don’t you know that (I hold up finger, press to lips)  SHHHHHHHHHHHH.  Be quiet now.  I can’t take anymore people telling me what to think.  Let’s move on.

    Of course, I have to recap my blogs also.  Fatherhood led to some fun times, like my #2 most popular blog – Dad is banned from storytime (you can google Chriscoencomedy and the title to find these, I would link, but the links are 70 miles long) where I forgot my glasses and improvised an Elmo story.

    Other big hitters, according to you, the seven readers out there, were “By the time you figure out how to be cool, you’re too old to be cool” and “Fallout 4 vs. Real Life” and “Family Emergency: Defcon 5”.  Of course, my other top blogs were less funny, because as much as I try to avoid it, sometimes they are necessary.  My third most popular hit total came from “Why tonight is the most important show I’ve ever done.”  This was about the first charity show I put together for Pets for Patriots and Dogs on Deployment where a lot of YOU PEOPLE helped me raise over $1200 for shelter pets and vets with PTSD and/or active duty military pet foster care.

    Lastly, my top read blog, not only of this year, but in the six year history of my website was “Goodbye to my buddy Stringbean.”  http://chriscoencomedy.com/2016/goodbye-to-my-buddy-stringbean/ I had to put my dog down on February 19 this past year and in this writer’s opinion, it’s the most I’ve put into a blog.  I have lost family members while running this site, but it happened so fast, I didn’t have time to invest like I wanted to.  Thanks to everyone for the kind words, messages and sentiments when I put it out there.  I will tell those who experience loss it does get better, albeit slowly, and you never really forget the good times.  Life has a way of giving you too much to do to dwell for too long – my daughter started crawling the very next week and this is the third time I’ve sat down since then.

    Hopefully 2017 is perceived as better, but I bet there are still dicks all over the world causing a ruckus (looking at you terrorists and dictators), my daughter will continue to run my wife and I loopy and hopefully I can check a comedy bucket list item off like performing at a bald eagle convention or something cool.  Thanks for reading, sharing and occasionally laughing.  Or not and go to hell.

  • Don’t do this to yourself, whatever you do

    Posted by on December 28, 2016

    About once a year, post-Christmas, I will go through the clothes hanging in my closet and in my drawers and start a donation bag.  I tossed about five shirts I hadn’t worn in years into one, then decided to move on to pants.  Don’t move on to pants, just set fire to them all if you’re not sure.

    I went through a couple stages of life.  In high school, I tried to get to 200 lbs.  I couldn’t get over 185.  I ate like Joey Chestnut combined with a stray dog – no bounce.  Now if I have one day like I ate in high school, I lose four days’ worth of eating well and exercise. I need those horse blinders attached to my head for the holidays.

    I tried on several pairs of pants from the pre-fatherhood days and great news, everyone – most of them fit.  I couldn’t move, bend over or even fart, but they slid right on!  I started acting like I was running in place as best I could.  My wife said, “You can’t work out in those.”  “I know I can’t, I need to lose weight to get them back off.”  So I’ll be replacing my breakfast with sheets of notebook paper if anyone is wondering.  Are there calories in the air?  Maybe I can hold my breath.

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