Happy Birthday, Choochie

Believe it or not, I do try to be a sensitive husband. I listen close throughout the year so I get gifts that are really good, and I try to be loving and caring on days that aren’t just special occasions. Sometimes, however, I screw up. Today is one of those days.

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I thought I was doing the right thing today, but it turns out I was not. My wife, you see, loves to have lots of people around. She lives for parties. Me, not so much. We had a large gathering of people over on Friday, and so I asked if Donna still wanted people over today. I misunderstood, and now, no one is coming over. I feel terrible.

So I’m going to take everyone out to a restaurant for lunch, but really it’s not what she wanted. She wanted lots of people over, and it’s too late for me to arrange that. So I blew it.

So here’s my public apology. I’m sorry, sweety, my intentions were good, I just messed up on the follow through. πŸ™

What the Junk?

We don’t have a junk drawer in our house. That saddens me immensely. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a big fan of clutter, but it’s very strange to live without a junk drawer. At work, it’s not really been a problem, historically, because I’ve had at least one place for junk. For example:

Junk Drawer

But here at home, my wife is very much against junk drawers. I’m not sure why, and it just seems wrong to me. That leads me to a few questions…

  • If you don’t have a junk drawer, where do you put your super glue, scotch tape, spare batteries, dried up ink pens, scissors, playing cards, poster sticky-tack, coupons, eyeglass screwdrivers, and old wine corks?
  • Are junk drawers an American thing, or is the phenomenon international?
  • What room does your junk drawer live in?
  • What’s in your junk drawer?

So do tell! Inquiring minds want to know.
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I’m leaving, on a motorhome…

On Monday, we’ll be leaving for a camping trip to the upper peninsula of Michigan. I’m looking forward to the trip, but it means we’ll likely be away from any Internet connection. I’ll be bringing my trusty laptop along, and will keep blogging (offline), and if we get to a hotspot somewhere, I’ll upload!

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Do what does that mean? Well, it means updates may be sporadic, but should contain some nice photos. We’ll see if that ends up happening.

Oh, and this post is testing Ecto, the tool I’ll be using for offline blogging. If you’re reading this, it’s working!

My Pretty Peculiar Popsicle Problem

I love Pop-Ice. You know, those plastic tubes filled with flavored goodness, which are frozen, and eaten right out of the tube? My favorite flavors are pink and blue. I know, those are colors, not flavors, but really I don’t think they contain any natural flavors at all. I could say my favorite flavor is bimethylhexaflorimine, but really, isn’t it better to say I like pink and blue? I thought so.

The problem is that I LOVE Pop-Ice. I eat them all summer. I eat many of them at a sitting, and I go back for more. I ate 13 in one sitting today. Yeah, I know, that’s sad.

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I think my love for Pop-Ice stems from my youth. When I was little, we lived in the inner city of Detroit. It was the ghetto. The ice cream truck didn’t come to our neighborhood, both because it was scary where I lived, and because none of us could afford anything anyway! So we would scour the alleys for pop bottles. See, in Michigan, we have a 10Β’ deposit on our pop cans. (Or soda cans, or coke cans, depending on where you hail from) Not coincidently, Pop-Ice at the corner store cost exactly 10Β’. They were the BIG ones too. It was the highlight of the summer, really. The only thing better is when the teenagers would wrench the fire hydrants open and we’d play in the flooded streets — but that’s another story altogether!

What are your favorite summer memories from childhood? Do you like Pop-Ice? If not, can I have yours? πŸ™‚

Look, it’s Me, the S.O.B!

I have a stressful job. So do most others I know, but believe it or not, my stressful job affects me more than it effects others. Funny how that works. When I’m stressed, I tend to turn into an S.O.B. (Silly Old Bear — c’mon folks, this is a family blog!) Really, though, I get irritable and cranky.

I’m going to try to choose JOY. No, I’m not going on some existential journey to creating my own reality and purpose — but I’m going to try to avoid being a jerk. I choose to be happy.

So that begs the question, can a person choose to be happy, even in miserable situations? Well, ask my family in a week or so, and we’ll see how I’ve done. I’m pretty confident a person can change their mood if they try. Sometimes we act cranky because we want other people to be as miserable as we are. See, it’s not just me that’s a jerk — lots of folks do it. I’m going to try to stop though. We’ll see how it goes.

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Gettin’ a Song

Donna and I have been married for almost 12 years. (Crowds cheer, the banners fly, yay for young marriages that work!) In all that time, we really never had a “song” that was ours. You know, the “song” that when it plays, you can say, “That’s our song.”

We’ve never had one. Until a few months ago that is. Don’t get me wrong, there are songs that are meaningful to us. Sara Evan’s “No Place That Far” was a contender for a while. Also, the Proclaimers’ “500 Miles” song. Perhaps the Proclaimers song was more my idea of our song, I’m not sure Donna ever liked it.

We actually danced to “Unchained Melody” at our wedding. I know, I know, soooo cheesy and cliche — but hey why pretend we had a song when we didn’t?!?!

Then a few months ago, we discovered Norah Jones. She is made of pure awesomeness. With little more than nodding agreement, her song, “Come Away With Me” became our song. Here’s the video. It was worth the 11 year wait. πŸ™‚


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Families, Grudges, and Reconciliation

I had a falling out a while back with one of my sisters. It was one of your standard fallings out — basically miscommunication and misunderstanding. Since we’re too old to kick each other in the shins and go tell Mom, we basically haven’t spoken in months.

If I thought hard enough, I could remember the details regarding our spat, but honestly, I’m not going to try. I remember leaving an open door for communication, and then leaving well enough alone in an attempt to not make it worse.

I’m sure you’ve heard time heals all, and there’s more wisdom in that than is seems. See, time heals all wounds, but love ignores the scars. Today, I got a comment on my blog from that very sister, and it was chock full of love. πŸ™‚ I think we’re on our way to being buddies again. I sure hope so. This is my first response, because I want everyone to know we’re talking again. I’m rather excited.

Without further ado, let me introduce you to my sister and her family. I won’t put all their names up, because Tia hasn’t given me permission (she posted her name in the comment, so I figure she’s OK with her name being here). They’re pretty cool though:

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Tia – I love you too. Feel free to leave your family’s names in the comment section if you so desire. Oh, and now that we’re talking, GIVE ME BACK MY WALKMAN, OR I’M TELLING MOM! πŸ˜‰

More about Chris

Yesterday, I posted about how impressed I was with Chris’ performance. I went back tonight, and even though there were some changes to the performance that detracted a little (not Chris’ decisions), it was still incredible entertainment. I have a couple video clips taken with our little digital still camera. The video quality is terrible, but you can get a glimpse of Chris in action.

With a group:
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Solo:
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The Joy of Being Outdone

Maybe it’s because I always feel old around my birthday, but every once and a while, I’m awestruck when young people do amazing things. If you’re a parent, I’m sure you know what I mean, but you don’t have to be a parent to experience it.

I think what really gets my goat is when someone younger does something so much better than I could do it myself. It’s humbling, but I’m old enough now to appreciate other people. Let me tell you a story.

Last year, our oldest daughter Amanda was on the softball team. It was her second or third year playing, and she’d really begun to do well. In fact, she ended up playing first base. If you’ve ever watched youth softball, you understand the significance of first base. See, that’s the only base at which plays ever happen. Little girls generally can’t throw fast enough or accurate enough to get runners out at 2nd and 3rd, so 1st and home are the only bases that get action. It’s a big deal to be on first.

I realized part way through the season that not only could Amanda play first base, but she could play first base well. In fact, she made the All-Star team. It was a moment when my then 9 year old daughter completely surpassed my ability. It was awesome. I never even MADE the team when I was younger, and here my little girl was excelling. I experienced a joy that I’d never had before. Finally, I understood those fathers standing up in stand shouting, “That’s my kid!!!”

This evening, my brother in law did the same thing to me. No, he didn’t play first base, but he made me that sorta proud I got when Amanda made the All-Star team. Chris is in a dinner theater group, and this evening I saw their first performance of the season. It was awesome. The group probably has a dozen or so teens and young adults. Like you would expect, there are some mediocre performers, and a couple that really shine. Christopher shined. Brightly.

It was a little funny after the show, because we started chatting about microphone levels, etc. I awkwardly told him he did a good job, but had to admit I didn’t want to get all sappy. I think he shrugged the compliment off humbly, and went on his way.

Well Chris, here’s the sap. I’ve known you as long as I can remember (literally!), and I’ve never been so impressed and proud of you. I’ve seen you take first chair in band as a freshman, I’ve seen you play sports better than I could ever imagine, and I’ve seen you grow as an individual. Tonight, however, you moved me, man. You have a great voice, but what’s even better is that you really tell a story when you sing. I appreciated the entire performance. Thank you for singing from your heart.

All right, that’s enough. I need to say something silly and sarcastic now to lighten the mood of this post. So imagine I just made an armpit noise, and move along…

Happy 4th!

CoupleHappy Independence Day to all my ‘merican readers, and Happy Wednesday to everyone else.

After walking in the parade this morning, Donna and I decided to go to Burger King for lunch, and let the kids play in the playland. That’s us, enjoying the air conditioning.

Later we have a barbecue and then giant colorful explosions in the sky. It should be a hoot.

Here’s hoping whatever you’re doing, you’re enjoying it!