Again, I'm way over due to get a post here. I do have a good excuse fro March, however I have nothing for you for February. Apologies, only, I guess.
March found us welcoming The Girl home from her mission. It was a great day that turned into a great weekend as we whisked her away to St. George to see The Boy, who had midterms so he couldn't come north for the airport arrival of his sister. We spent the weekend together as a family, just playing games and relaxing in the little bit of sunshine that we could find.
The follow Monday we headed home where Genius Golfer and I had to head back to work. While The Boy got some roadtripping in for his spring break before finding his way home on Thursday. The rest of hte extended family began rolling in that evening. We enjoyed a great with my parents,my aunt, uncle, cousins and bonus cousins and my aunt and uncle from Idaho. Friends and other local family came over Sunday to hear The Girl speak in our sacrament meeting. She rocked her talk! I was impressed--and I am pretty impressed with her anyway.
As the Sunday afternoon gathering began to disperse, The Boy went back to the southlands for school and a bunch of us took a quick nap. The next morning my parents packed up and headed home. I headed back to work, GG had work things to take care of and The Girl was left home alone. She quickly made housework her own and set out to find a job for the summer. She got a LOT done around here for me while she was looking for work. I kind of missed all that she can get done while I'm at work.
Thursday that week I came down suddenly with the worst kind of cold/flu I have had for years and years! I felt like a truck had hit me and then back up to run me over again and again. YUCK!! Even now, I am still struggling with a cough that won't let go and a raspy voice because of it. I had some kind of viral bronchitis plus a sinus infection for good measure. A week of antibiotics, lots of rest, cold meds, cough syrup and a humidifier did the best they could, and I made it back to work in almost a week. Yikes!! I do NOT recommend it for anyone!
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Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Thursday, July 9, 2015
The Struggles Are Real, People
It's July already. My last entry was May. That is no okay, people. I feel like my life gets sucked away as fast as I get it some days.
I want to believe that life is getting better as I age--you know, like aged beef, or cheese. But what I know is that my eyesight is fading--though, thank you glasses--who EVER thought I'd say that?!? I know that my mind finally feels like its my own again and that very moment my body revolts and I feel decades older than I am chronologically. Then, I make some changes to my diet, sleep, vitamins, you name it, and my mind is instantly scrambled.
I know that parenting never ends. Even when I think I'm through the wicked wood of preschool years, the fluster of elementary school, the torment of junior high and the angsty kerfulffle of high school, I'm now the parent of two young adults. and they behave--some days--like they did as preschoolers, at least their thought process. The only thing that is keeping my parenting head above water is knowing their frontal lobes aren't fully developed until about 25. Luckily for me, they seem to be taking turns in this relm. But the fight inside me is real. Life lessons are hard to watch fromteh sidelines, knowing fullwell what is waiting around the corner that they cannot see. I had no idea that becoming a life-longparent is equal parts heart breaking and awe insiring.
I know that things will get better. Some day. One of these days. But the days and nights until that happens give my mind timet o worry, imagine the worst and blame myself for mistakes--honest, didn't-know-any-better, parenting goofs. I also know I am not a perfect parent--but I know I am doing the best I can. It doesn't make it easier.
I know that my faces shows me new wrinkles when I start to discover I am still fighting pimples. What?!? That makes me understand the confusion is as real to me as I feel it is for everyone else. Skin care and parenting--who knew they were so interrelated?! Argh.
But I also know, undoubtably, that parenting the two children I was blessed to have in my life, is the greatest worthwhile challenge I will ever have. I know that God loved these two kids before I ever thought of them. And He loves them now. Still. When I am dropped to my knees, not knowing what to do or how to help them, I know I can pray and have a loving perfect, Heavenly Father guide me as I try to parent His children, albeit imperfectly, on earth.
When I stop and think about who these two kids of mine are really, and Whose they are, I'm humbled and grateful and ready to give it all another go--no matter how my heart is aching (because of them, or for them). I'm grateful I'm not doing this by myself but that I have a partner who will share the burden and celebrate the joy. Together. That is what this whole struggle is--an attempt to be together forever.
It is the hardest, sweetest, most frustrating, most exhilerating experience of my mortal life. That is what it was meant to be. Knowing what I know, why does these bumps and dips surprise me so much? You expect the big drop as you ascend on a clickety roller coaster. Family life is no different. Except the clickety sounds aren't always there in the trials and struggles to help you anticipate the joys and thrill of the descent.
And the thrills and joys are as real, and luckily, more everlasting than the struggles. If that wasn't true every child would be an only child. Who would do this again without a little payout once in a while? The trouble comes when the struggles and trials and challenges cloud your memory and you loose sight of those blessed moments of wonder and thrill and exhileration.
At least I know the ride-loading drill: "Keep your hand and arms inside the ride until it comes to a full and complete stop". If I'm still moving, the ride isn't over yet. And that gives me the hope to wait out the cloudy bits and the tear filled view of what is coming. It will be OK. It will BE okay. It WILL be okay.
That much I know.
I want to believe that life is getting better as I age--you know, like aged beef, or cheese. But what I know is that my eyesight is fading--though, thank you glasses--who EVER thought I'd say that?!? I know that my mind finally feels like its my own again and that very moment my body revolts and I feel decades older than I am chronologically. Then, I make some changes to my diet, sleep, vitamins, you name it, and my mind is instantly scrambled.
I know that parenting never ends. Even when I think I'm through the wicked wood of preschool years, the fluster of elementary school, the torment of junior high and the angsty kerfulffle of high school, I'm now the parent of two young adults. and they behave--some days--like they did as preschoolers, at least their thought process. The only thing that is keeping my parenting head above water is knowing their frontal lobes aren't fully developed until about 25. Luckily for me, they seem to be taking turns in this relm. But the fight inside me is real. Life lessons are hard to watch fromteh sidelines, knowing fullwell what is waiting around the corner that they cannot see. I had no idea that becoming a life-longparent is equal parts heart breaking and awe insiring.
I know that things will get better. Some day. One of these days. But the days and nights until that happens give my mind timet o worry, imagine the worst and blame myself for mistakes--honest, didn't-know-any-better, parenting goofs. I also know I am not a perfect parent--but I know I am doing the best I can. It doesn't make it easier.
I know that my faces shows me new wrinkles when I start to discover I am still fighting pimples. What?!? That makes me understand the confusion is as real to me as I feel it is for everyone else. Skin care and parenting--who knew they were so interrelated?! Argh.
But I also know, undoubtably, that parenting the two children I was blessed to have in my life, is the greatest worthwhile challenge I will ever have. I know that God loved these two kids before I ever thought of them. And He loves them now. Still. When I am dropped to my knees, not knowing what to do or how to help them, I know I can pray and have a loving perfect, Heavenly Father guide me as I try to parent His children, albeit imperfectly, on earth.
When I stop and think about who these two kids of mine are really, and Whose they are, I'm humbled and grateful and ready to give it all another go--no matter how my heart is aching (because of them, or for them). I'm grateful I'm not doing this by myself but that I have a partner who will share the burden and celebrate the joy. Together. That is what this whole struggle is--an attempt to be together forever.
It is the hardest, sweetest, most frustrating, most exhilerating experience of my mortal life. That is what it was meant to be. Knowing what I know, why does these bumps and dips surprise me so much? You expect the big drop as you ascend on a clickety roller coaster. Family life is no different. Except the clickety sounds aren't always there in the trials and struggles to help you anticipate the joys and thrill of the descent.
And the thrills and joys are as real, and luckily, more everlasting than the struggles. If that wasn't true every child would be an only child. Who would do this again without a little payout once in a while? The trouble comes when the struggles and trials and challenges cloud your memory and you loose sight of those blessed moments of wonder and thrill and exhileration.
At least I know the ride-loading drill: "Keep your hand and arms inside the ride until it comes to a full and complete stop". If I'm still moving, the ride isn't over yet. And that gives me the hope to wait out the cloudy bits and the tear filled view of what is coming. It will be OK. It will BE okay. It WILL be okay.
That much I know.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Mid-Week Wrap Up
I know it is Wednesday, so it is a little premature for a "week in review" but so much has happened that I need to get it all in fro the sake of my personal history.
Genius Golfer's father, who lives in Georgia, arrived in Utah on the 13th. He came by himself, as Grandma Jo sent himto make somemeories and strengthen relationships on his own. Grandma Jo is generally the go-between simply becasue she is the grandma and mother in law. But Grandpa C came on his own and I think we ran him ragged while he was here.
The siblings--GG and his three sisters--set up an itinerary for where their dad was going and with which sibling each day. Then we spent several evenings together as a family throughout the week. The night he got here, the siblings went to dinner together. Since it was just siblings, I went with The Girl to our ward's RS activity--it was great, but warrants another post of its own. Come to find out the dinner with Grandpa C was apparently "all adults" so that included the spouses and several grown children. Oh well. It was too late fro me. Genius Golfer went thought and had a nice evening.
Wednesday it was GG's turn to have his dad here. I had a city meeting--also another post's worth if info--right after work, so when I got home at 8 PM GG and his dad had already visited for several hours. The kids were already off doing their own things and Grandpa C was getting ready to head back to his hotel. I visited just a bit--having come in right in the middle of everything. But everyone was smiling when he headed to the hotel, so all was well.
It was GG's sister, Kathy's birthday on Friday and we all got together to go bowling--something their dad was quite good at, we understood, back in the day. We had donuts after bowling, took a picture together and headed home. It was fun! I'm not sure why we didn't do that before as a group. GG and The Boy were in St. George that night for another tournament. The Boy's tee time was 7:40 AM so they had to drive down the night before.
Saturday, The Girl and I did a bit more of her mission shopping--we are nearly done!--and then that evening, GG and The Boy were back and we met at Lori's for card games. Also very fun!! Our little family doesn't think to play card games together much--or games at all that aren't on the WII or XBox. Figures.
Sunday, we had Kathy's birthday dinner at out place. My mom and dad also were in town, staying with us prior to going to my nephew Jace's graduation on Monday, so they were here too. They were happy to meet GG's dad. Kathy chose corned beef and cabbage as her dinner. I'd never had that, really, so it was a new and different experience. Not exactly my favorite, but she liked it and so did GG and their dad.
Then Monday night we met at Brenda's place and played games together again. I am glad that GG and his siblings and all our families have such a good time together. There is genuine affection between all of us, and even when someone is having a hard time,t hey know they are always welcome with the family stuff.
Their dad went back home yesterday. I'm so glad he came to visit. This might be the last year we are all together--as Brenda and her family are moving to the Washington DC area this August for a work opportunity at the Pentagon. Travis and Lacey and their little family will be moving to New York City for the second half of his medical school. And who knows where the other kids are going to end up, as they are all on the cusp of adulthood.
The only time I remember Grandpa C coming to Utah was for Brenda's wedding. Then we got to see him and Grandma Jo while we had a layover at the Atlanta airport. We had a lovely visit with them there over dinner. So it was nice for the kids, especially, to make some memories with their grandpa and for GG and his siblings to reconnect with their dad.
Family relationships are hard work. But that much more rewarding when we take the time to build them and improve the bonds we have together.
Genius Golfer's father, who lives in Georgia, arrived in Utah on the 13th. He came by himself, as Grandma Jo sent himto make somemeories and strengthen relationships on his own. Grandma Jo is generally the go-between simply becasue she is the grandma and mother in law. But Grandpa C came on his own and I think we ran him ragged while he was here.
The siblings--GG and his three sisters--set up an itinerary for where their dad was going and with which sibling each day. Then we spent several evenings together as a family throughout the week. The night he got here, the siblings went to dinner together. Since it was just siblings, I went with The Girl to our ward's RS activity--it was great, but warrants another post of its own. Come to find out the dinner with Grandpa C was apparently "all adults" so that included the spouses and several grown children. Oh well. It was too late fro me. Genius Golfer went thought and had a nice evening.
Wednesday it was GG's turn to have his dad here. I had a city meeting--also another post's worth if info--right after work, so when I got home at 8 PM GG and his dad had already visited for several hours. The kids were already off doing their own things and Grandpa C was getting ready to head back to his hotel. I visited just a bit--having come in right in the middle of everything. But everyone was smiling when he headed to the hotel, so all was well.
It was GG's sister, Kathy's birthday on Friday and we all got together to go bowling--something their dad was quite good at, we understood, back in the day. We had donuts after bowling, took a picture together and headed home. It was fun! I'm not sure why we didn't do that before as a group. GG and The Boy were in St. George that night for another tournament. The Boy's tee time was 7:40 AM so they had to drive down the night before.
Saturday, The Girl and I did a bit more of her mission shopping--we are nearly done!--and then that evening, GG and The Boy were back and we met at Lori's for card games. Also very fun!! Our little family doesn't think to play card games together much--or games at all that aren't on the WII or XBox. Figures.
Sunday, we had Kathy's birthday dinner at out place. My mom and dad also were in town, staying with us prior to going to my nephew Jace's graduation on Monday, so they were here too. They were happy to meet GG's dad. Kathy chose corned beef and cabbage as her dinner. I'd never had that, really, so it was a new and different experience. Not exactly my favorite, but she liked it and so did GG and their dad.
Then Monday night we met at Brenda's place and played games together again. I am glad that GG and his siblings and all our families have such a good time together. There is genuine affection between all of us, and even when someone is having a hard time,t hey know they are always welcome with the family stuff.
Their dad went back home yesterday. I'm so glad he came to visit. This might be the last year we are all together--as Brenda and her family are moving to the Washington DC area this August for a work opportunity at the Pentagon. Travis and Lacey and their little family will be moving to New York City for the second half of his medical school. And who knows where the other kids are going to end up, as they are all on the cusp of adulthood.
The only time I remember Grandpa C coming to Utah was for Brenda's wedding. Then we got to see him and Grandma Jo while we had a layover at the Atlanta airport. We had a lovely visit with them there over dinner. So it was nice for the kids, especially, to make some memories with their grandpa and for GG and his siblings to reconnect with their dad.
Family relationships are hard work. But that much more rewarding when we take the time to build them and improve the bonds we have together.
Friday, May 2, 2014
May, Finals and All The Family's Together
I missed yesterday, but don't know why. Too busy again, I guess.
Well, it is May. Finally. We had a near white out--meaning snow flakes so fat and falling so heavy I couldn't see past the parking lot at work--on Monday here. Crazy. today I am wearing capris and sandals. Springtime in the Rockies, they keep saying.
The Girl has her last final this morning. I think she said it went until noon. I'm leaving work early (about 2) to drive up and help her move out. She has a cleaning check--to officially get out of her dorm--about 5 PM so she has to have all of her things moved completely out before that. It's about a two hour drive to get there. I'm not sure how much cleaning I'll have to help her do, or if I just need to be there to pack all her stuff in the Durango. Either way, she is coming home tonight. And that makes me happy.
In order to get out of work at 2PM today, I stayed last night at work until just after 8 PM. I had a big embroidery order to work on. They need it done by the end of work Monday, but I was hoping to get it to them earlier, if at all possible. I love the days when I have enough embroidery to do--and have someone else there that can answer the phone--so that I can put my ear buds in and turn on Jim Dale reading the Harry Potter books. I mentally loose myself in that story and can listen to it over and over again. Pl;us, I have heard it so many time, it is very familiar and comfortable. Easily to do other things while I am listening--so a perfect factor to concentrating on the work at hand.
The Boy has joined Genius Golfer in the local golf course's Mens' Association and they play every Thursday night. (Which makes Thursday a good night to work late for me, when I need to.) The Boy has played on the winning team for the last three Thursdays. I'm not sure how it works, but they play for "skins" which equated to a dollar--and those add up depending on how many are playing (and putting into the pot of dollars). After three weeks of winnings, The Boy is starting to feel like a junior PGA player. Hopefully he won't start acting like it. ;)
It is The Girl's welcome home tonight. I need to figure out some kind of dinner plan, I suppose. Or maybe not, depending on how long it takes me to get her home tonight. Wish me luck to stay awake while I drive in the sunshine and springtime warmth. Life is good. I need to enjoy it more.
Well, it is May. Finally. We had a near white out--meaning snow flakes so fat and falling so heavy I couldn't see past the parking lot at work--on Monday here. Crazy. today I am wearing capris and sandals. Springtime in the Rockies, they keep saying.
The Girl has her last final this morning. I think she said it went until noon. I'm leaving work early (about 2) to drive up and help her move out. She has a cleaning check--to officially get out of her dorm--about 5 PM so she has to have all of her things moved completely out before that. It's about a two hour drive to get there. I'm not sure how much cleaning I'll have to help her do, or if I just need to be there to pack all her stuff in the Durango. Either way, she is coming home tonight. And that makes me happy.
In order to get out of work at 2PM today, I stayed last night at work until just after 8 PM. I had a big embroidery order to work on. They need it done by the end of work Monday, but I was hoping to get it to them earlier, if at all possible. I love the days when I have enough embroidery to do--and have someone else there that can answer the phone--so that I can put my ear buds in and turn on Jim Dale reading the Harry Potter books. I mentally loose myself in that story and can listen to it over and over again. Pl;us, I have heard it so many time, it is very familiar and comfortable. Easily to do other things while I am listening--so a perfect factor to concentrating on the work at hand.
The Boy has joined Genius Golfer in the local golf course's Mens' Association and they play every Thursday night. (Which makes Thursday a good night to work late for me, when I need to.) The Boy has played on the winning team for the last three Thursdays. I'm not sure how it works, but they play for "skins" which equated to a dollar--and those add up depending on how many are playing (and putting into the pot of dollars). After three weeks of winnings, The Boy is starting to feel like a junior PGA player. Hopefully he won't start acting like it. ;)
It is The Girl's welcome home tonight. I need to figure out some kind of dinner plan, I suppose. Or maybe not, depending on how long it takes me to get her home tonight. Wish me luck to stay awake while I drive in the sunshine and springtime warmth. Life is good. I need to enjoy it more.
Monday, March 17, 2014
We Must be Getting Old
Remember when a cute guy was someone with tight jeans or a cool car or both? I must be showing my age because HERE is what a cute guy looks like now:
Yep. You can't see it, but Genius Golfer was vacuuming the stairs for me Friday. Actually it was for The Boy, whose job that is each week and who also traded his dad that job for a vacuuming of the cars instead. I think GG won that deal.
But I won in the end, since I didn't have to vacuum the stairs!
Even if he didn't like the picture taking of his in action!
But I won in the end, since I didn't have to vacuum the stairs!
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
You Know What Day It Is?!
It's Genius golfer's Birthday today. He spent the day sick in bed yesterday, but got up early this morning so he could get an early start (and consequently an early end) to this work day, so we can go to dinner to celebrate his special day.
That is really more of a party for me--not having to make dinner. But I'll take it as often as I can.
He is 48 this year and hitting what he considers the prime of his life. Since he thinks he'll live to be 80 or 90 years old, he can have it. the prime of my life passed when I graduated from college. The body I've got has only been making turns down in the quality spectrum ever since.
But enough of my whining, it is GG's day. If you are on Facebook give him a birthday shout out...if not, think good things for him and wish him a Happy Birthday!
That is really more of a party for me--not having to make dinner. But I'll take it as often as I can.
He is 48 this year and hitting what he considers the prime of his life. Since he thinks he'll live to be 80 or 90 years old, he can have it. the prime of my life passed when I graduated from college. The body I've got has only been making turns down in the quality spectrum ever since.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
They're Heeere
Genius Golfer and The Boy got in very late Monday night. apparently--and in contract to The boy's tests he sent me on their sojourn home, GG said they went to a golf course that was a little further outside St. George than the maps made it look--30 miles west into Nevada and about 30 miles south. So it was on the outskirts of Las Vegas somewhere and based on the road they had taken, they made an educated--but hopeful--guess they could make it back to St. George for fuel before heading north and home.
GG wasn't even concerned--he said once he was snuggled into bed last night having woken me up when they got in. I wonder if The Boy's concern was as serious as I took it. Maybe he was just pulling my leg. They both think I over-react anyway. I could see them doing that.
I'm trying to be grateful they are both home safely and that we can all get back to normal and into the routine again. But my clean house I have enjoyed for three days by myself is now splattered with travel debris and dirty boy stuff. Yuck.
GG wasn't even concerned--he said once he was snuggled into bed last night having woken me up when they got in. I wonder if The Boy's concern was as serious as I took it. Maybe he was just pulling my leg. They both think I over-react anyway. I could see them doing that.
I'm trying to be grateful they are both home safely and that we can all get back to normal and into the routine again. But my clean house I have enjoyed for three days by myself is now splattered with travel debris and dirty boy stuff. Yuck.
Monday, January 20, 2014
A Long and Winding Road
The Boy and Genius Golfer went to St. George for some get-away-golfing, and I suspect, some Mom-Free Guy time. So when I got home from work today I texted them both to see when I should expect them and whether they'd want to eat dinner. I didn't hear from either of them for a while.
Just a few minutes ago, The Boy texted back "Pray for us. We might make it home by 11 tonight, or we could run out of gas." (They took the Honda--our CNG car--for this trip becasue it was going to be cheaper to drive.) When I asked him "What's wrong? Where are you?" he texted back they were in Nevada somewhere and if they needed to they'd call a tow truck. I asked what they were doing in Nevada, and his answer was golfing.
Well.
If they got themselves into a mess because they just couldn't quit golfing?!?! I don't really feel sorry for them. And more over, if this "tow truck" solution they came up with ends up being the option they use, I'm only guessing here, but I know it will be more money than a big week of groceries. And I won't feel bad about that either.
Golfing cannot be this important!
Just a few minutes ago, The Boy texted back "Pray for us. We might make it home by 11 tonight, or we could run out of gas." (They took the Honda--our CNG car--for this trip becasue it was going to be cheaper to drive.) When I asked him "What's wrong? Where are you?" he texted back they were in Nevada somewhere and if they needed to they'd call a tow truck. I asked what they were doing in Nevada, and his answer was golfing.
Well.
If they got themselves into a mess because they just couldn't quit golfing?!?! I don't really feel sorry for them. And more over, if this "tow truck" solution they came up with ends up being the option they use, I'm only guessing here, but I know it will be more money than a big week of groceries. And I won't feel bad about that either.
Golfing cannot be this important!
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Blurred Day Ends In Good News
Yesterday was, quite simply, a blur.
The Boy left for school at his normal time, but was also headed to an invitational swim meet in Cedar City before lunch. It is an overnight event, and one the swim team looks forward too all year. We got him off--and with enough cash to feed himself for the weekend--before I needed to take off.
I had a surprising phone call--out of the blue--earlier this week from a woman who had once upon a time purchased some of my photo note cards at a little boutique I had one entered. She asked if I was the one who used to make the cards. I told her yes, and that I still make them but I hadn't sold any in a boutique for a while. She asked if she could send me a check for another set of cards. Sure, I told her. Well, her check arrived shortly and I delivered her cards before work yesterday. Luckily she didn't live very far away.
Genius Golfer had asked if I would take the Durango to work yesterday, as he got a call for an interview in Murray and wanted to drive the little Honda. So I had to get gas in the beast Durango--where the gas gauge still doesn't really work, so the milage trip odometer is a really important tool. It was trying to rain all morning, so the big vehicle was kind of nice to drive again.
I worked a full day 9am-6pm, plus a little. the day was crazy--as they always seem to be when I have two regular office guys gone, the billing gal is gone, and my next-cube-neighbor has to leave for physical therapy. One of the drivers had really great seats for the Jazz game last night, so he wanted to get off early, and the other driver (we still haven't gotten a third guy hired yet!) was the one on-call that night. His schedule of deliveries and pick ups looked to keep him out until almost 10 PM. I hope not for his sake, but the job is like that sometimes.
Then after work I met two darling friends and we saw the high school's production of The Baker's Wife. I'd never heard of this show before, but it was beautifully done. A story of mistakes, repentance and forgiveness. The lead was one of our stake's YW who has an unbelievable voice. And Abbey did a completely fantastic job!
Then I came home, and freaked out a little thinking GG had taken the truck, but then I remembered The Boy drove to school and then took the bus to Cedar City...doh. GG was in the basement working. I asked him how the interview went--holding my breath a little for fear it would be a report like the others were when he has interviewed at BYU, or other places and didn't get the job. Instead, he was offered the job on the spot essentially, and begins work Monday.
His new employer is a company called Connexion Point and their website says this about them: ConnexionPoint (cXp) is a rapidly growing leading healthcare contact center partner for Fortune 100 health insurance organizations. We are seeking bright and motivated individuals to join our all-star sales and support team as we expand throughout Utah and Texas – and we need you!
GG's new job is a programming one--not so much the customer service or call center things. But he is working with another programmer he knew back in the Noni days. It was Ken who actually set up the interview for him. The company has 1200, or so, employees at the moment. Benefits are part of his package. No 401K yet, but they are working on it. The company has only been around about 3 years, and they have grown 300% each year they have been in business. the pay is about half of what he made at his last job, but is certainly better than "running out of money in February," which was the option staring me in the face.
He will have some very long hours to start, as the company works with Medicare enrollments and the open enrollment period is NOW! The other programmer, Ken, said that last week he was working 5AM -9PM. Maybe with a little extra help from someone who knows how to do this sort of thing, all of them will have more reasonable hours. GG tells me he still wants to try to do the couple of contract jobs he had lined up already on the side. Since he doesn't seem to require as much sleep as normal people, that might be possible for him. I told him to start taking a multivitamin, just to help a little bit.
I'm not too sure bout much more with this job. But as we learn I'll let you in on what we know. I just am so grateful something came up. I feel like I have been praying for something to come along that would be the "right fit" for him and for the family for 25 months now. I'm grateful GG kept a level head and had the patience I didn't in order to find something that will really work for us. And who knows? Maybe this will give us the option to moving to San Antonio someday. The Boy would be thrilled.
The Boy left for school at his normal time, but was also headed to an invitational swim meet in Cedar City before lunch. It is an overnight event, and one the swim team looks forward too all year. We got him off--and with enough cash to feed himself for the weekend--before I needed to take off.
I had a surprising phone call--out of the blue--earlier this week from a woman who had once upon a time purchased some of my photo note cards at a little boutique I had one entered. She asked if I was the one who used to make the cards. I told her yes, and that I still make them but I hadn't sold any in a boutique for a while. She asked if she could send me a check for another set of cards. Sure, I told her. Well, her check arrived shortly and I delivered her cards before work yesterday. Luckily she didn't live very far away.
Genius Golfer had asked if I would take the Durango to work yesterday, as he got a call for an interview in Murray and wanted to drive the little Honda. So I had to get gas in the beast Durango--where the gas gauge still doesn't really work, so the milage trip odometer is a really important tool. It was trying to rain all morning, so the big vehicle was kind of nice to drive again.
I worked a full day 9am-6pm, plus a little. the day was crazy--as they always seem to be when I have two regular office guys gone, the billing gal is gone, and my next-cube-neighbor has to leave for physical therapy. One of the drivers had really great seats for the Jazz game last night, so he wanted to get off early, and the other driver (we still haven't gotten a third guy hired yet!) was the one on-call that night. His schedule of deliveries and pick ups looked to keep him out until almost 10 PM. I hope not for his sake, but the job is like that sometimes.
Then after work I met two darling friends and we saw the high school's production of The Baker's Wife. I'd never heard of this show before, but it was beautifully done. A story of mistakes, repentance and forgiveness. The lead was one of our stake's YW who has an unbelievable voice. And Abbey did a completely fantastic job!
Then I came home, and freaked out a little thinking GG had taken the truck, but then I remembered The Boy drove to school and then took the bus to Cedar City...doh. GG was in the basement working. I asked him how the interview went--holding my breath a little for fear it would be a report like the others were when he has interviewed at BYU, or other places and didn't get the job. Instead, he was offered the job on the spot essentially, and begins work Monday.
His new employer is a company called Connexion Point and their website says this about them: ConnexionPoint (cXp) is a rapidly growing leading healthcare contact center partner for Fortune 100 health insurance organizations. We are seeking bright and motivated individuals to join our all-star sales and support team as we expand throughout Utah and Texas – and we need you!
GG's new job is a programming one--not so much the customer service or call center things. But he is working with another programmer he knew back in the Noni days. It was Ken who actually set up the interview for him. The company has 1200, or so, employees at the moment. Benefits are part of his package. No 401K yet, but they are working on it. The company has only been around about 3 years, and they have grown 300% each year they have been in business. the pay is about half of what he made at his last job, but is certainly better than "running out of money in February," which was the option staring me in the face.
He will have some very long hours to start, as the company works with Medicare enrollments and the open enrollment period is NOW! The other programmer, Ken, said that last week he was working 5AM -9PM. Maybe with a little extra help from someone who knows how to do this sort of thing, all of them will have more reasonable hours. GG tells me he still wants to try to do the couple of contract jobs he had lined up already on the side. Since he doesn't seem to require as much sleep as normal people, that might be possible for him. I told him to start taking a multivitamin, just to help a little bit.
I'm not too sure bout much more with this job. But as we learn I'll let you in on what we know. I just am so grateful something came up. I feel like I have been praying for something to come along that would be the "right fit" for him and for the family for 25 months now. I'm grateful GG kept a level head and had the patience I didn't in order to find something that will really work for us. And who knows? Maybe this will give us the option to moving to San Antonio someday. The Boy would be thrilled.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
♪ ♫ Burning Down the House ♫ ♪
Genius Golfer was making fried chicken last night for dinner. I came home earlier than I had told him I'd be here, so I think I threw off his groove. His chicken cooking project was just starting, so I went about things as normal while trying to stay out his way in the kitchen.
The frying pan was on the stove top with the lid on it while he was seasoning the flour and prepping the drumsticks. As I sat on the opposite side of the kitchen bar I noticed the smoke coming from the lidded pan and got very worried. I commented to GG that something wasn't right.
He quickly grabbed an oven mitt and gently pulled the lid off the pan which caused a sudden pop and flash! The sound and light startled him and he dropped the lid--perfectly--back on to the pan. Then he gently removed the pan, keeping the lid on, to the bar and the trivet waiting there.
We opened all the windows and tried to air out the smoke before the smoke alarms went off. But my eyes burned so much! I couldn't get them to stop watering.
Apparently, when he had lifted the lid to check about the smoke, the oxygen fed the nearly-a-fire inside the pan, it flashed and, luckily, he dropped the lid perfectly on the pan or we'd have had a grease fire on our hands--and all over the kitchen, easily.
Tonight we included a special thank you in our prayers that our house didn't burn down, or GG didn't get singed. Maybe someday this will be a funny story.
What's the family's mantra? God protects the stupid.
The frying pan was on the stove top with the lid on it while he was seasoning the flour and prepping the drumsticks. As I sat on the opposite side of the kitchen bar I noticed the smoke coming from the lidded pan and got very worried. I commented to GG that something wasn't right.
He quickly grabbed an oven mitt and gently pulled the lid off the pan which caused a sudden pop and flash! The sound and light startled him and he dropped the lid--perfectly--back on to the pan. Then he gently removed the pan, keeping the lid on, to the bar and the trivet waiting there.
We opened all the windows and tried to air out the smoke before the smoke alarms went off. But my eyes burned so much! I couldn't get them to stop watering.
Apparently, when he had lifted the lid to check about the smoke, the oxygen fed the nearly-a-fire inside the pan, it flashed and, luckily, he dropped the lid perfectly on the pan or we'd have had a grease fire on our hands--and all over the kitchen, easily.
Tonight we included a special thank you in our prayers that our house didn't burn down, or GG didn't get singed. Maybe someday this will be a funny story.
What's the family's mantra? God protects the stupid.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Genius Golfer's Theory
We like to tease Genius Golfer that he only has three friends....in the whole world. He generally agrees, as making and keeping friends is hard work. So when I saw this little funny, I thought of him immediately:
Attitude is everything, friends.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Typical Sunday View
Sometimes you can predict what your family will look like. Sometimes you can't.
This is one of those that I didn't expect, but it didn't surprise me.
Yep. Genius Golfer nearly asleep in his pajamas, sitting in my chair in the front window's sunshine a couple of Sundays ago. He's reading a gigantic programming book. For fun.
Some days, you just never know what you're going to find around here.
This is one of those that I didn't expect, but it didn't surprise me.
Yep. Genius Golfer nearly asleep in his pajamas, sitting in my chair in the front window's sunshine a couple of Sundays ago. He's reading a gigantic programming book. For fun.
Some days, you just never know what you're going to find around here.
Friday, April 19, 2013
WoodBadge, SmoodBadge....
Genius Golfer has had his hobby interrupted this week. He was "called" to attend Wood Badge. What is Wood Badge, you say?
"Wood Badge is a training course for Scouters which finally results in their receiving a certificate, a small neckerchief, a leather slide, and two small wooden beads on a leather thong. Lord Baden-Powell, the founder of Scouting, directed the first course in 1919 and gave each of the participants one of the beads which he had captured from the African chieftain Dinizulu. Thus did the course name develop, for its symbol was literally a badge of wood.
"Wood Badge is, further, Scouting's premier training course. Baden-Powell designed it so that Scouters could learn, in as practical a way possible, the skills and methods of Scouting. It is first and foremost, learning by doing. The members of the course are formed into patrols and these into a troop. The entire troop lives in the out-of-doors for a week, camping, cooking their own meals, and practicing Scout skills.
"The uniqueness of Scouting is the patrol method. The use of the natural gang of six or eight boys who elect their own leader and plan and carry out many of their own activities is a democracy in microcosm. Here young men learn the give and take of working with people as they must surely do all their lives. Here, too, they are given leadership and learning opportunities which prepare them for their future roles as citizens. It is for this reason that it is so crucial that all adults understand thoroughly the patrol method.
"Thus it was that Baden-Powell developed a practical course built around the operation of a troop and its patrols. Yet this is only the most well-known of three parts in the entire Wood Badge experience. The practical course--the week in the out-of-doors--was originally scheduled to follow a "theoretical" part 1, which consisted of answering a series of questions about the aims and methods of the Scouting program. Part 3 then followed the practical course and required a 6-month application period while the Scouter practiced in his home Scouting situation what he had learned in parts 1 and 2. In actual practice, once Wood Badge became available in the United States, the theoretical questions and the application were carried out simultaneously after the practical course was taken.
"But Wood Badge is more than just mechanical course work. Wood Badge is the embodiment of Scouting spirit. Like many intense training experiences, it has always relied on a busy schedule forcing the participants to work together, to organize and to develop an enthusiasm and team spirit to accomplish the tasks and challenges placed before them. Carried out in context of Scouting ideals and service to young people, the course brings out a deep dedication and spirit of brotherhood and fellowship in most participants. Certainly were it not for the common goal of the movement and its program for young people, it would be hard to get grown men and women to endure the 16-hour days required by a program that runs from early morning to late at night.
"The course is designed to be a highlight --"a mountaintop experience" -- for the course participants. Careful planning and strict attention to detail provides a physical/logistic support and program second to none. Add to this a thoroughly prepared and enthusiastic staff and it is little wonder that most Scouters return from Wood Badge inspired and prepared to do an even better job of providing Scouting to boys. In addition to a fine course, all the traditions and heritage of Scouting are stressed and used to inspire those attending. Wood Badge in one form or another is used throughout the Scouting world. Tens of thousands of Scouters proudly wear the Gilwell neckerchief, woggle, and beads of Wood Badge-trained leaders. Because it was begun by Baden-Powell in England in 1919, it is clearly backed by the finest thought and tradition of the founder and thus carries with it great prestige. Wood Badge is then, a great force for world brotherhood, for though it uses the local traditions in each country, it emphasizes the international aspects of the movement and the heritage of Baden-Powell and Gilwell Park."
Well, that is what woodbadge,org say to explain it all. This particular training is hosted by our stake, so the teachers and leaders are from our stake--many of whom I loved working with when I was in YW. My hope is with GG is that he might make some new friends from our stake. I know that he would have been JUST fine for me to go and him to stay home--well, to golf while the weather allows, at least. Several of the staffers have mentioned to me that this will "chance his life". We'll see about that, but I'd be happy if he just doesn't come home hating scouting ore than he already does.
"Wood Badge is a training course for Scouters which finally results in their receiving a certificate, a small neckerchief, a leather slide, and two small wooden beads on a leather thong. Lord Baden-Powell, the founder of Scouting, directed the first course in 1919 and gave each of the participants one of the beads which he had captured from the African chieftain Dinizulu. Thus did the course name develop, for its symbol was literally a badge of wood.
"Wood Badge is, further, Scouting's premier training course. Baden-Powell designed it so that Scouters could learn, in as practical a way possible, the skills and methods of Scouting. It is first and foremost, learning by doing. The members of the course are formed into patrols and these into a troop. The entire troop lives in the out-of-doors for a week, camping, cooking their own meals, and practicing Scout skills.
"The uniqueness of Scouting is the patrol method. The use of the natural gang of six or eight boys who elect their own leader and plan and carry out many of their own activities is a democracy in microcosm. Here young men learn the give and take of working with people as they must surely do all their lives. Here, too, they are given leadership and learning opportunities which prepare them for their future roles as citizens. It is for this reason that it is so crucial that all adults understand thoroughly the patrol method.
"Thus it was that Baden-Powell developed a practical course built around the operation of a troop and its patrols. Yet this is only the most well-known of three parts in the entire Wood Badge experience. The practical course--the week in the out-of-doors--was originally scheduled to follow a "theoretical" part 1, which consisted of answering a series of questions about the aims and methods of the Scouting program. Part 3 then followed the practical course and required a 6-month application period while the Scouter practiced in his home Scouting situation what he had learned in parts 1 and 2. In actual practice, once Wood Badge became available in the United States, the theoretical questions and the application were carried out simultaneously after the practical course was taken.
"But Wood Badge is more than just mechanical course work. Wood Badge is the embodiment of Scouting spirit. Like many intense training experiences, it has always relied on a busy schedule forcing the participants to work together, to organize and to develop an enthusiasm and team spirit to accomplish the tasks and challenges placed before them. Carried out in context of Scouting ideals and service to young people, the course brings out a deep dedication and spirit of brotherhood and fellowship in most participants. Certainly were it not for the common goal of the movement and its program for young people, it would be hard to get grown men and women to endure the 16-hour days required by a program that runs from early morning to late at night.
"The course is designed to be a highlight --"a mountaintop experience" -- for the course participants. Careful planning and strict attention to detail provides a physical/logistic support and program second to none. Add to this a thoroughly prepared and enthusiastic staff and it is little wonder that most Scouters return from Wood Badge inspired and prepared to do an even better job of providing Scouting to boys. In addition to a fine course, all the traditions and heritage of Scouting are stressed and used to inspire those attending. Wood Badge in one form or another is used throughout the Scouting world. Tens of thousands of Scouters proudly wear the Gilwell neckerchief, woggle, and beads of Wood Badge-trained leaders. Because it was begun by Baden-Powell in England in 1919, it is clearly backed by the finest thought and tradition of the founder and thus carries with it great prestige. Wood Badge is then, a great force for world brotherhood, for though it uses the local traditions in each country, it emphasizes the international aspects of the movement and the heritage of Baden-Powell and Gilwell Park."
Well, that is what woodbadge,org say to explain it all. This particular training is hosted by our stake, so the teachers and leaders are from our stake--many of whom I loved working with when I was in YW. My hope is with GG is that he might make some new friends from our stake. I know that he would have been JUST fine for me to go and him to stay home--well, to golf while the weather allows, at least. Several of the staffers have mentioned to me that this will "chance his life". We'll see about that, but I'd be happy if he just doesn't come home hating scouting ore than he already does.
Monday, April 15, 2013
The Cost of Procrastination
Since about November, and even before, The Girl has been working on her applications for all things college: scholarship, housing, FAFSA, etc.
For the FAFSA stuff, she had everything ready to go and even submitted with the notice that her parents 2012 taxes were "in process" of being filed. Well, she and I have been asking Genius Golfer to do this via Turbo Tax since January 31. And considering we haven't made any money for 18 months, I figured this would be a piece of cake. We've been asking probably weekly, and he just brushes us off saying, he'll "get to it when I get to it."
But he procrastinated until last night. Because today is tax day across the nation. The paperwork wasn't due until today, so he felt no rush. Apparently he stayed up last night working on this and filed it electronically. Just now, this morning, pre-seven o'clock, The Girl checked her email and discovered a notice from the FAFSA folks who were notifying her that she only qualified for a loan, no grant at all, and that the expected parental support for her collegiate experience was estimated to be $38,000.
I am sure that if we had submitted our taxes on February 1, her chances of getting the full Pell grant would have added up to $5,000 or so for her schooling this fall. Now, because she is getting in at the very last, legal minute on the taxes being filed and thus finishing her FAFSA application, she gets diddly squat.
And this Pell grant qualification has been the only bright spot in our unemployment situation for me. I kept telling myself, "Well, at least it is good timing to not have an income because it will help her with the FAFSA. Now that isn't even true anymore.
Gut punch even before the day is officially started. Lame way to begin the week.
For the FAFSA stuff, she had everything ready to go and even submitted with the notice that her parents 2012 taxes were "in process" of being filed. Well, she and I have been asking Genius Golfer to do this via Turbo Tax since January 31. And considering we haven't made any money for 18 months, I figured this would be a piece of cake. We've been asking probably weekly, and he just brushes us off saying, he'll "get to it when I get to it."
But he procrastinated until last night. Because today is tax day across the nation. The paperwork wasn't due until today, so he felt no rush. Apparently he stayed up last night working on this and filed it electronically. Just now, this morning, pre-seven o'clock, The Girl checked her email and discovered a notice from the FAFSA folks who were notifying her that she only qualified for a loan, no grant at all, and that the expected parental support for her collegiate experience was estimated to be $38,000.
I am sure that if we had submitted our taxes on February 1, her chances of getting the full Pell grant would have added up to $5,000 or so for her schooling this fall. Now, because she is getting in at the very last, legal minute on the taxes being filed and thus finishing her FAFSA application, she gets diddly squat.
And this Pell grant qualification has been the only bright spot in our unemployment situation for me. I kept telling myself, "Well, at least it is good timing to not have an income because it will help her with the FAFSA. Now that isn't even true anymore.
Gut punch even before the day is officially started. Lame way to begin the week.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Always a Process
I think I showed your the photo of Genius Golfer and his brother, Mike, whom we got to visit within California last month. Well, here is a short series showing you Genius Golfer, slightly after the winter camp-out with The Boy and the scouts.
In the first shot, he looks more like the Uni-Bomber than I'd like to acknowledge, but truth hurts. Especially with his orange polo shirt on here...could be....prison uniform.
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Now he just looks like a bad Starsky and Hutch extra....*shiver*....ewwww....
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And finally, the fresh faced guy I'm really married to appears! I am not sure it is fair that he can loose 10-15 years of aging by just shaving his face! But I'll take what I can get.
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In the first shot, he looks more like the Uni-Bomber than I'd like to acknowledge, but truth hurts. Especially with his orange polo shirt on here...could be....prison uniform.
Now he just looks like a bad Starsky and Hutch extra....*shiver*....ewwww....
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And finally, the fresh faced guy I'm really married to appears! I am not sure it is fair that he can loose 10-15 years of aging by just shaving his face! But I'll take what I can get.
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Monday, February 25, 2013
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Maybe This Is It...
In yesterday's post, I wondered about what I could be doing with my life once my PTA (and now) Young Women calling were over. Well, I haven't yet shown you this:
This is a cooperative project I'm working on with Genius Golfer. I take the photos and create the products--which I was doing already for friends and family--and he created the website and will handle the marketing and distribution. At least, that is, in theory. I am not sure anyone will even buy any thing, but at least I am trying. And it has been a good practice project for GG to hone his web-development skills. We'll see how successful it is after that point.
But I guess I do have a project to keep me busy. Except to this point, I have spent money and time to make the cards to put on the site, and there is no reciprocal income to be seen yet.
I'll still keep you posted. We'll see what happens. It is the Internet...anything can happen.
This is a cooperative project I'm working on with Genius Golfer. I take the photos and create the products--which I was doing already for friends and family--and he created the website and will handle the marketing and distribution. At least, that is, in theory. I am not sure anyone will even buy any thing, but at least I am trying. And it has been a good practice project for GG to hone his web-development skills. We'll see how successful it is after that point.
But I guess I do have a project to keep me busy. Except to this point, I have spent money and time to make the cards to put on the site, and there is no reciprocal income to be seen yet.
I'll still keep you posted. We'll see what happens. It is the Internet...anything can happen.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Running Away
With my PTA life, and our callings, and the regular family needs, Genius Golfer and I ran way from home this week for a few days. We are lucky to have Grandmama close enough and flexible enough to come stay with the kids--at least at night--that we can take off once in a while.
We headed south to use our annual Disneyland passes once more. And a little R & R is just what the doctor ordered, in my case, at least. Getting PTA stuff off the ground at the beginning of the year is a draining process. But a necessary one. Now that I have my events, processes and activities in place and so far, moving smoothly, I felt like I could take off and nothing would fail without me. And sometimes it is healthy to leave it to others once I did my part. Genius Golfer has interviews with a nearby university and was told that the second interview would take place next Friday--so to burn off a little steam, we ran away.
It is nice to have something far enough away that we can make plans and get out of town, but close enough we can go mid week and still be around for the weekend assignments we have with our callings and our family. And what better place to run away to than the Happiest Place on Earth? Especially since we have a pass that gets us in until April next year again and again as often as we want (and can manage) to get away?!
We headed south to use our annual Disneyland passes once more. And a little R & R is just what the doctor ordered, in my case, at least. Getting PTA stuff off the ground at the beginning of the year is a draining process. But a necessary one. Now that I have my events, processes and activities in place and so far, moving smoothly, I felt like I could take off and nothing would fail without me. And sometimes it is healthy to leave it to others once I did my part. Genius Golfer has interviews with a nearby university and was told that the second interview would take place next Friday--so to burn off a little steam, we ran away.
It is nice to have something far enough away that we can make plans and get out of town, but close enough we can go mid week and still be around for the weekend assignments we have with our callings and our family. And what better place to run away to than the Happiest Place on Earth? Especially since we have a pass that gets us in until April next year again and again as often as we want (and can manage) to get away?!
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Youth Confernce
Note: The camera came home yesterday with no obvious signs of distress--only a newly cleaned sensor and a record of another 38K + photos since last time. Feeling much better.
Today begins our ward's youth conference. The Boy was on the committee for planning this three-day event but will miss today's activities because of football. He isn't the only one, as we have four boys in our ward who play for one of the HS teams, but he was the only one of those that was a member of the committee. I guess that is a lesson he needs to learn better. (I'm crossing my fingers for the trek committee. He could really use that!)
The whole theme of the weekend is family history centered. I think that is nice, but our ward sure seems bent on pounding this into us. I've been taking the Family History class for Sunday school--by request. And while I have done the assignments I haven't given it my all because I just don't seem to have time to do everything we are lacking. (Amendment: I have been in the class long before the Olympics began on TV...and I know I have had lots of TV time this week....but that is different. Right?!)
I am not sure if it is our bishop or the whole ward council who sees the Family History as an issue our wards needs to take care of, like, yesterday. That is a little mystery to me. But the youth will be marinated in family history activities all weekend. Maybe The Girl will get the itch to do some research too. She already goes to the temple once a week for baptisms--but just does the temple's names. She gets the importance of it, but hasn't jumped on the research-bandwagon.
I guess, here's hoping.
Genius Golfer is with the kids throughout the conference. That is one of the perks of being self-employed (as we like to call it here). He has a pretty free schedule....besides the golfing. And event hat he has put on hold for a couple of days. That is serious, for him.
Today begins our ward's youth conference. The Boy was on the committee for planning this three-day event but will miss today's activities because of football. He isn't the only one, as we have four boys in our ward who play for one of the HS teams, but he was the only one of those that was a member of the committee. I guess that is a lesson he needs to learn better. (I'm crossing my fingers for the trek committee. He could really use that!)
The whole theme of the weekend is family history centered. I think that is nice, but our ward sure seems bent on pounding this into us. I've been taking the Family History class for Sunday school--by request. And while I have done the assignments I haven't given it my all because I just don't seem to have time to do everything we are lacking. (Amendment: I have been in the class long before the Olympics began on TV...and I know I have had lots of TV time this week....but that is different. Right?!)
I am not sure if it is our bishop or the whole ward council who sees the Family History as an issue our wards needs to take care of, like, yesterday. That is a little mystery to me. But the youth will be marinated in family history activities all weekend. Maybe The Girl will get the itch to do some research too. She already goes to the temple once a week for baptisms--but just does the temple's names. She gets the importance of it, but hasn't jumped on the research-bandwagon.
I guess, here's hoping.
Genius Golfer is with the kids throughout the conference. That is one of the perks of being self-employed (as we like to call it here). He has a pretty free schedule....besides the golfing. And event hat he has put on hold for a couple of days. That is serious, for him.
Friday, June 29, 2012
KissThisGuy(dot)com
There is a website, here (and see the title above), where people can record--forever, and everyone--song lyrics they have always understood WRONG. For example, Jimi Hendrix never recorded a song called "Kiss This Guy" . His song was called "Kiss the Sky". This is the basis for the title of the site.
Anyhoo. Genius Golfer and I ran away from home this morning to the "early bird" special at the movies to see "Rock of Ages". It was a completely guilty pleasure--both being children of the 80s, and loving the now classic big-hair-band rock anthems of the age.
We we joined in the theater by one other guy, who left half way through and then came back in for the ending. This is not a movie you will hear about when the Academy award nominations come out, but it was good for an embarrassed laugh and a few cringes and rolled eyes. But Tom Crusie, if he is really doing the singing, did pretty well. For a guy that is 50 next week.
Again, anyhoo.
On the way home we were laughing together about how when I was a kid and these songs were current radio fodder, I never heard the lyrics as that overtly sexual or racy or pro-illicit-drugs or anything other than just a 'good song with a beat you can dance to'. But seeing them as a mom (and a YW leader) I sure hear the differences now.
Yikes.
But that beats GG's take. He understood the lyrics to say something totally wrong, so they were never naughty songs for him. He was surprised by the lyrics too as we watched this dumb movie today. He heard these songs for the first time with their actual lyrics--sex, drugs and rock and roll!
You can't take us anywhere.
Anyhoo. Genius Golfer and I ran away from home this morning to the "early bird" special at the movies to see "Rock of Ages". It was a completely guilty pleasure--both being children of the 80s, and loving the now classic big-hair-band rock anthems of the age.
We we joined in the theater by one other guy, who left half way through and then came back in for the ending. This is not a movie you will hear about when the Academy award nominations come out, but it was good for an embarrassed laugh and a few cringes and rolled eyes. But Tom Crusie, if he is really doing the singing, did pretty well. For a guy that is 50 next week.
Again, anyhoo.
On the way home we were laughing together about how when I was a kid and these songs were current radio fodder, I never heard the lyrics as that overtly sexual or racy or pro-illicit-drugs or anything other than just a 'good song with a beat you can dance to'. But seeing them as a mom (and a YW leader) I sure hear the differences now.
Yikes.
But that beats GG's take. He understood the lyrics to say something totally wrong, so they were never naughty songs for him. He was surprised by the lyrics too as we watched this dumb movie today. He heard these songs for the first time with their actual lyrics--sex, drugs and rock and roll!
You can't take us anywhere.
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