Thursday, November 6, 2008
During his football games Matthew normally moves up and down the sideline with the movement of the ball. I found it interesting that during his homecoming game he stayed between the 45 and 50 yard line. It just so happens that his homecoming date was sitting between the 45 yard and 50 yard line. When asked about this, Matthew replied, "no I moved like I normally do." Yea right.
It was good to see Jacob back on the football field after his collar-bone injury. He missed several weeks, but came back strong with a 50 yard TD run in his first game back (9/27). His team is currently 4-1, but the second half of the season is going to be much tougher than the first half. In today's (10/18/2008) game, Jacob had two TD runs, forced a fumble and had an interception. It was also enjoyable in one of his first practices back to watch him juke and run right by the best linebacker on his team. A recent update, his team is 5-2 with one regular season game to go. His team has made the playoffs.
As I was visiting with a fellow employee who used to work for me, he said "I saw you walking towards the other building a few days ago. You look like you’ve put on some weight." Nothing like being brutally honest. Following that I went to the doctor to get my blood pressure medicine renewed. I expected the doctor to comment and counsel me on my weight gain, but no comments were forthcoming. Apparently my fellow employees are more observant, concerned or honest than my health care provider.
Being frugal like I am, during the same visit I also asked the doctor about the rash I have a had on my arm for a long time. "I don't know what it is, but let me prescribe some cream to put on it." (No, it was not ring worm.) While picking up the prescription, the pharmacist cautioned Marti, "make sure this is used sparingly." I refer to this cream as my Barry Bond cream. My hat still fits, the rash is gone, nothing's shrunk and I'm wondering how many refills I can get?
While entering the health club recently, a "healthy" young woman said "hi" to me. For the next few minutes, I wondered and thought 1) Why did she say "hi"? Should I know who she was? 2) I know I wasn't staring at her body parts, because I didn't trip over the curb. 3) She must have seen my Corrola in the parking lot and may have been impressed by my green-ness. 4) Maybe she took pity on an older, out of shape man and was just trying to brighten his day. 5) I hope I don't forget my card in the locker again.
I recently set new a high score on my Blackberry's brick breaker game. I seemed to have a breakthrough and suddenly doubling my old high score seemed like no problem. Of course, now they’ve upgraded my Blackberry’s operating system and deleted the game. What am I supposed to do with my spare time if no one leaves a newspaper in the stall?
Matthew has had some tendonitis in his arm, so he has been going in for treatment after practice. Another player was in for treatment on his knee and had to sit in a in a cold tub of water. Matthew's dinner table comment, "that water must have been really cold!"
The Dow Jones average was down 777 points in one day. I guess there will be less of my wealth to redistribute.
At 2:30 before a 4:00 pm meeting, my new boss called, "We can’t find your goals for 2008!"
My response, "I’m working on them right now."
"Oh, OK. I guess I better let you go so you can finish writing them."
It's a whole lot easier to write your goals for the year when you already know what you've done.
Thirty minutes into Jacob's football practice, Jacob came over to me with tears in his eyes, "Dad, I’ve got diarrhea." Good thing the church was just around the corner. It required at least three return trips to the bathroom before we were ready to leave the church parking lot. When asked if he had diarrhea earlier in the day, he said, "yes, before I went to school." I suggested he inform his mother or me, should this occur in the future.
On the way home from one of Makenzie's volleyball games.
"Your serving really broke open that first game."
It’s 3 am and I'm wondering what I'm doing just getting home from a football game. (Matthew's team played in Dallas and we had to be home for Saturday morning soccer and football games.")
Matthew came in the house calling "mom, dad" before going back outside. I was in the bathroom and went out to see what he wanted. “Dad, can I borrow the suburban?” as Matthew and his friends sat in the old suburban with the engine running.
While conducting a corporate safety audit one of the auditors shared the following. Someone in the Bartlesville office complex cut themselves on their scissors while reaching in a desk drawer. The managers response, collect up all of the scissors in the office complex. What did they do with the scissors? They were donated to a grade school.
"Matthew, go pick up Brittney"
"I don't feel like it."
"Do you want to keep driving?"
He went to pick her up. Negotiating from high ground is great.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Classmate: “Yea some of the girls are saying, “I’m going to be so cute in my homecoming dress,” but I’m telling a dress is not going to change anything from the shoulders up.”
Teacher: "Collin, since you said something negative, you have to say something nice.”
Classmate: "OK, they have high GPA’s."
Teacher: "If you say things like that Karma is going to affect your children."
Classmate: "Well Karma must have been what happened to their parents."
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The plan was to leave the church at 6 am Sunday morning, so after yelling "Ride like the wind Bullseye" (my new nickname for our white Suburban), we promptly pulled out of the church parking lot at 6:55 (I think that's later than even regular mst). We were blessed with a strong tail wind and the only law enforcement authorities we saw were directing traffic in Galveston. We arrived at the Galveston chapel about 8:15. A brief Sacrament meeting was planned for 8:30 so we gathered our ward together to figure out our work parties. Our Bishop is a wise man and he wanted to beat the rush, so he excused myself and the Elders Quorum President early from the meeting to go get our work orders for the day. (The bishop also knows my tendency to ponder deeply (ok, sleep) during Sacrament meeting, so possibly he was also concerned it would cause a scene when I dozed off and fell down during the outdoor standing room only meeting). After the sacrament meeting and getting our work orders, we divided our ward work group into two teams and headed off to our assignments.
The home we were assigned to was a modest two story home. Imagine taking all of your stuff, slowly filling up a room with seawater, floating everything around, mixing it together, draining the water out, letting it sit for two weeks in hot, humid conditions and then start moving it around. This particular home had water about 7 feet of water inside it. Amazingly there were pictures below the water line that were still hanging on the wall. Our task was to move everything out of the house. It is called mucking and that is an appropriate term. The family or another work crew will have to go in and strip the walls downs to the studs. It is hard to imagine, but after being stripped down and allowed to dry, the walls can be refinished and the home made livable again.
Apparently a few people were upset that the church would organize a work party on a Sunday. My personal thoughts are 1) at times we spend more time talking about doing good rather than going out and getting it done. I'd rather be doing than sitting. 2) We are a church of order and sending everyone on Saturday would have been too overwhelming for the organizers and possibly the community. 3) It wasn't my ox, but somebody's ox was stuck in the mire. I am personally grateful not only that I was able to go, but that my son and seven other young men were able to go assist. True service isn't always convenient, and I hope they remember this experience and continue to mature into future leaders who are men of action. (I think the boys have recovered from their lack of sleep, but It's been a long week for me.)
A few learning's from this hurricane experience that might be applicable for natural disasters in other areas:
- Have a 72 hour kit. We each have 5 gallon buckets with MRE's, a water container, flashlights and other supplies. A set or two of clothes can quickly be added to this water tight container. Be prepared to take this with you if you need to go to a shelter.
- Be prepared to take care of yourself. It is extremely aggravating to me to watch people on the news less than 24 hours after the storm already complaining that the government should be there to assist them. These are the same people who stayed in areas that were under a mandatory evacuation.
- Be prepared to live without power. We were fortunate that we were without power less than 24 hours. (For those who are upset that the power company didn't turn on their power soon enough, boycott the power company and just turn it off for a few more weeks. Energy, electricity, medical care (and first responders) are not entitlements and there are people out there doing everything they can to make your life better. You may not see it or know it, but often the people in these industries are making their own sacrifices to make your life better.)
- If you can see the ocean or live some place that is surrounded by water, Evacuate!!
- I have answered the question of how you get 10 pounds of crap in a five pound bag, just add a hurricane. Two examples. 1) While clearing loose objects from around our house (lawn furniture, etc.), I was able to put two cars and alot of other stuff into our garage (Even with a a 3 car garage it was still impressive. Sorry no pictures). 2) Have a storm surge go through a home and while you haul everything out of the house, you will wonder how so much stuff was in the home to begin with.
- One of the saddest parts of helping with the clean-up was seeing all of the photo albums and pictures scattered in with the debris in the home. We set some aside, but mold was already growing on the pages. Make provisions now for one of a kind pictures and documents. Remember this includes your electronic pictures on your computer. When we evacuated for Rita, I just took the whole CPU.
- Refrigerators are not so good at keeping the water out, but they are pretty good at keeping the water in when the waters recede. Let it set for two weeks with some rotting food mixed in and it is a recipe for one powerful odor. While attempting to move the refrigerator out of the home, the door was jarred and some "fridge juice" ran out. I walked into the room shortly afterwards and immediately dry heaved (I don' necessarily consider myself to have a weak stomach.) I was fortunate I didn't lose my lunch as I had a mask on at the time, and that would have been a real mess. (There is an episode on "Dirty jobs" where the host works with men who were cleaning up houses in New Orleans after Katrina. I can attest to the fact that it is truly a dirty job. It is nasty!!!
I am extremely blessed in my life. I think Marti said it in her blog, but thanks to both our parents for teaching us to be self-sufficient, prepared and to use a few of the brain cells we were blessed with. (Love you moms and dads!)
Gary's home, down the street from where we assisted. Gary and his family stayed. He had water up to his chest while his mother-in-law floated on a mattress. Gary said a few more inches and he would have just closed his eyes, given up and let himself slide below the water.
A decent start on moving stuff out of the house. Eventually the suburban was moved and stuff was stacked on the other side of the driveway.
The work crew wrapping up for the day.
Nice bag Andrew, but you need to read some of the signs a little closer.
It may be tough to read in this picture, but the sign ends with the word "... shoot to kill." Yes, we live in Texas.
I don't think that's where he parked his boat.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I hope this humors your day. Laughter is the best medicine.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
I think I'm about to join the world of blogging, so the first order of business is to come up with a Blog name. To me this is serious business, because as you know if you post anything on the internet, it may/will become public knowledge. As I have pondered this endeavor I have a number of names for consideration:
- 42 gallons equals a barrel of ….
- High Mediocrity
- Top Quartile
- Well on my way to Alzheimer’s
- Avoiding the Bottom Quartile
- I'm not irritable and don’t tell me I am
- What I’d do if I wasn’t lazy, had self-discipline and didn’t procrastinate
- I don’t leave tracks and I’m proud of it
- I leave skidmarks not tracks
- Better than everyone at something
- Stacking the odds
- Saturday morning waffles
- Lead not ink, thank you very much
- Fit for public consumption
- I’m a booger, I mean blogger
- Bald, hairy, leaky and slightly irritable
- Wait five minutes...
- Driving for everyone else
- Five questions for my children
- A mid-life crisis? – it what it is
- Sufficient for my needs
- My fortune cookie came true
- Because of this there will be No Christmas Letter!!!
- This feels like work to me
- Your a Miner?
- Only half paranoid
- Just another PHB (Pointy Haired Boss)
- Managed Expectations
- Who's my wife really living with?
- Fit to page
- Stacking the odds in my favor
- I had a really good blog name if only I could remember it…
- I love my dog, but…
- Just working to keep someone’s grandma warm
- Is that irony or just sarcasm?
- Will you do my birthday shopping?
- Where's the #*#* spell checker?
- 7 years 11 months …
- If I’d only bought (or sold) …
Obviously these weren't chosen for the title of my Blog Page, but there is the real possibility that each one may be a blog entry (I know some of you are just waiting in anticipoation for the story behind each title). So what is the title for my Blog? I have decided that it will be "Fit for Public Consumption." Why this you ask, well it will help be a reminder 1) that whatever goes on the Blog may be shared with the world, and 2) realize that the filter between my brain and mouth (or fingers in this case) has indeed filtered out many thoughts that may not be "fit for public conscumption." Having four children, I realize that not everyone has this same filtering capacity. It is nice that our children talk to us, but some days I am suprised at what they will say at the dinner table.
I guess this Blog will be posted under Marti's username, so I don't need to create one, but here were some possibilities (I may need some blog ideas in the future):
- Odds Stacker
- Choir singer
- The Waffle Maker
- Mean DADD
- Speedo Boy
- Pool Boy 42
- Mr Fixit
And these are just the ideas fit for public consumption.