of baseball and donuts: jameson and cooper take on the real world

the month is wasting away and i have yet to appease the throbbing appetites of my beloved zombies. for that i apologize and as an apology i offer my first post of not only the month, but the second half of 2009. be excited, be very excited... actually, don't get too excited because i'll admit up front that on a scale of one to ten, with ten being pretty much every post i have ever posted and one being that one post no one really commented on, i would expect this post to be about a seven.

don't let that discourage you, though, my little flock for it is not uncommon that a post begins with little potential only to come roaring back in paragraph seventeen and result in something just short of bloggery genius. of course, some of you would not know this seeing as how it has recently come to my attention that there are zombies among you, the masses, that do not read the posts all the way through. to them, i ask, do you read the first and last chapters of twilight and call it good? do you watch "the view" with one eye open and one eye closed (actually, that's not such a bad idea if you close the left eye which would shield you from the likes of whoopo goldberg and bitter dragon lady)? post your answers in the comment section now. your loss.

enough of the nonsense.

jameson is away from home this week. the tender lad of 9 years of age has traveled to the mythical land of provo, utah, to attend baseball camp at byu. this is a several day long camp in which he will be staying in the dorms with his best mate cooper. fyi: cooper is actually a person, not just some imaginary friend we named after jameson's last name... he's the kid in some of the pics we have posted in the past with the stay-soft fro - some of you have likely wondered while looking at these photos: who's that white kid with the afro hanging out with the cooperfive? well, it's jameson's friend, and now dorm partner, cooper. not to be confused with his cousin, cooper, who is also one of his best friends. perhaps there are too many coopers in jameson's life. regardless, jameson and cooper are quite the pair.

just picture these two nine year olds bouncing around the grounds of byu, making their way from activity to the cafeteria to the dorms... alone... nine years old. did i say alone? but that's not the scary part. the scary part is that jameson will be dressing himself and combing his own hair each day without the filter of mom or dad to clean things up. i can only smile at the thought (you should see some of the ensembles he has come up with in the past). in fact, i'm half way tempted to go incognito up to p-town just to see how these two get along in the real world of byu without the superb parental guidance they have become accustomed over the years... even if provo is more of a real world in a bubble. what's wrong with bubbles anyway?

here's some perspective:

one day jameson and cooper decided to make their way to dunkin' donuts to buy a couple of donuts. as such, aimee emptied the change bucket to fund the venture leaving the kids with about 500 pennies. so, off they went to the donut shop only to be summarily denied by the people at double d who, rather than accept the cold hard coin the boys came bearing, told them to head across the parking lot to see if they could get some cash to consummate the transaction from the bank. seriously? in this economy you're going to get all tart about the form of currency you'll accept? go figure.

well, the boys weren't about to leave that strip mall without their donuts so they hopped back on their bikes and made their way over to the bank to get some washingtons. no big deal, right? probably not had they walked in the front door and spoken with a teller on the inside of the bank; but, no, not these two. these were men on the move. men with purpose and resolve that didn't have time for something as petty as actually getting off their bikes and going inside, at least not when there was a drive-thru at their disposal. so, instead, like any normal person would, jameson and coops rode their bikes through the drive-thru to get their money but not before trying out the atm machine and realizing they needed a credit card for that.

apparently, the tellers at the drive-thru ended up having the boys come inside to get their cash at which point the boys handed over their money and patiently waited while the tellers got counting. being the shrewd businessmen the two of them were, jameson and cooper felt the tellers were taking too long to count the money and make the exchange, so they secretly called aim to express their concern that the bank was stealing their 500 pennies. luckily such was not the case and the boys ended up getting their dough as well as their doughnuts (yes, i am kenna cooper's son). i suspect that's something nevada state bank doesn't see every day.

the moral of the story: all's well that ends well and given the type of industry and ingenuity displayed by jameson and cooper in this instance, i'm sure they'll be just fine on their own at baseball camp and that all will end well in the end (rather than the beginning)... although, i'd still love to see them gallivanting around campus or selecting their "well-balanced" meals each day. heaven help them.

that's all i got, folks. more posts coming soon.