It’s 10 AM and I just consumed a candy bar of all things. Who in their right mind eats a candy bar at 10 in the morning? I loved every minute of it!
I ripped my brand new jeans on a barbed wire fence a week or so ago and wanted to spit nails. I still wear them and some kid commented that they were more “in style” that way!
I drove up to work today behind this guy who was going 26 MPH in his VW Jetta and I grinned from ear to ear as I stepped on the peddle and burned $2 in gas as I whizzed by.
I skipped one of the most cherished of events, deer hunting, this year to stand at a trade show in San Diego and proceeded to make pancakes out of my feet!
If you can tell, I am feeling a little weird today! If you can't, maybe your crazy! Perhaps it’s because it’s such a nice day or the fact that I am leaving work shortly for the holiday weekend puts me in touch with my Gnarls Barkley side…just a bit on the giddy side. If you have not heard the song Crazy, go get it! It makes my buns crawl across the seat in the Tahoe as James and Noelle scream the chorus off key in the back seat. I can’t wait until the next wedding we go to so I can carve up the dance floor to that tune.
Being a “beauty” on this beautiful day! Have a super Thanksgiving!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Leavin on a jet plane...
I am no stranger to the road. Being a salesman, up until recently it was just part of what I had to do. I always just assumed that you had to take the bad with the good and the road was just part of my career that I had to deal with. I learned to enjoyed it and I was good at it.
The road can be an intriging place, an adventure, exploring something that you have never seen before. I got to see a bunch of the world that many people only dream about including most of Europe and Japan. But in that time, I danced the fringe of the road that you don't get to see unless you become a hard core roadie. There were a couple of years in my career that I logged well over 100k miles on an airplane and 80 nights a year away from home. The road gets ugly when you see it that much. You find yourself sitting next to someone upgraded in so called "First Class" enslaved to airplane schedules out of your control, jumping from on city to another only to find a chincy hotel room at the end of a long day. The hard part about being there is you don't see how hard it can be on life until you have an opportunity to be away from it for a while.
As most of you know, I took a new job in April, one that I thought would be more of the same, but turned out to be different. I have not set foot on a plane since July and I am getting ready to head out to San Diego this morning for a couple days. While I am excited to go and make some things happen at the event for my company, on this beautiful day I also can't wait to say...Hey its good to be back home again!
The road can be an intriging place, an adventure, exploring something that you have never seen before. I got to see a bunch of the world that many people only dream about including most of Europe and Japan. But in that time, I danced the fringe of the road that you don't get to see unless you become a hard core roadie. There were a couple of years in my career that I logged well over 100k miles on an airplane and 80 nights a year away from home. The road gets ugly when you see it that much. You find yourself sitting next to someone upgraded in so called "First Class" enslaved to airplane schedules out of your control, jumping from on city to another only to find a chincy hotel room at the end of a long day. The hard part about being there is you don't see how hard it can be on life until you have an opportunity to be away from it for a while.
As most of you know, I took a new job in April, one that I thought would be more of the same, but turned out to be different. I have not set foot on a plane since July and I am getting ready to head out to San Diego this morning for a couple days. While I am excited to go and make some things happen at the event for my company, on this beautiful day I also can't wait to say...Hey its good to be back home again!
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Happy Birthday - President of the MH Fan Club!
Ever since I was little, my biggest fan encouraged me to follow my dreams. I remember her from the first moments that my mind was able to recall and still to this day she is there to talk or keep me sane when the kids push us a little closer towards insanity.
Music has always been my reprieve...a part of my life that I can turn to when everything else has gone awry. Like my life, I would not have had this had it not been for my biggest fan. She encouraged me to do things that most people would have thought nuts at the time and was willing to invest time in long drives, long waits and high anxiety for me to understand and appreciate what and who I am.
It’s not easy being a fan. There are times when your admired star doesn't feel it necessary to give you the time of day and there are times when you show up only to have your star cancel your anticipated event and you go home a little dejected and wondering why. Being a parent is a little the same. You invest your hopes and dreams into a child hoping you pave the road enough for them to drive it by themselves, to enjoy it for themselves and to appreciate the talents and gifts they have been given.
My biggest fan has always been there…from church pews, to concert halls to solo events…the list goes on and on. I always chided her that she got more nervous than I did when I performed and I guess that is due in part to the investment she has made. On this beautiful day, I celebrate my biggest fan as November 9th is her birthday and a time to celebrate someone who has given me so much.
I love you mom and happy birthday.
Music has always been my reprieve...a part of my life that I can turn to when everything else has gone awry. Like my life, I would not have had this had it not been for my biggest fan. She encouraged me to do things that most people would have thought nuts at the time and was willing to invest time in long drives, long waits and high anxiety for me to understand and appreciate what and who I am.
It’s not easy being a fan. There are times when your admired star doesn't feel it necessary to give you the time of day and there are times when you show up only to have your star cancel your anticipated event and you go home a little dejected and wondering why. Being a parent is a little the same. You invest your hopes and dreams into a child hoping you pave the road enough for them to drive it by themselves, to enjoy it for themselves and to appreciate the talents and gifts they have been given.
My biggest fan has always been there…from church pews, to concert halls to solo events…the list goes on and on. I always chided her that she got more nervous than I did when I performed and I guess that is due in part to the investment she has made. On this beautiful day, I celebrate my biggest fan as November 9th is her birthday and a time to celebrate someone who has given me so much.
I love you mom and happy birthday.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
"Fun" afternoon alone with dad
This morning, James headed off to Antigo with grandma and grandpa for the week. Mom headed into work so Noelle and I had the afternoon to ourselves. It was a gorgeous day so we headed out (without jackets!) to grab what is probably the last bit of 2006 fall. Even though we try and get individual time with the kids, it's really fun to just be alone with one or the other so you can create fun. As you can imagine, there is a big difference in creating fun with James vs. Noelle. Grampa rented a Bobcat this weekend and James and my version of creating fun was to get into the Bobcat and go dig up some dirt. Mom could hear him laughing all the way down the hill.
From there I had plans to head down the fence row to see if we could find a bird or some other creature. But I was vanquished again and our making fun transitioned to picking moss and lichens off the big rock in our yard with Noelle's "penny" (one of my guitar picks). She purposfully dropped her penny to make sure I had to work extra hard to get it for her. I think this could have lasted all afternoon had I not decided that our fun had to incorporate the tree in our yard.
Little girls are sooooo different than little boys. It was my job to "make fun" for us this afternoon so I set off on my first agenda item. I had it in my plans to go on a treck through the freshly cut corn field to see if we could find a lone cob that fell through the harvester. We got to the edge of the field and Noelle decided the husk piles were too high to walk through so I capitulated to her and begrudgingly sat by the edge of the field and took pictures instead.
From there I had plans to head down the fence row to see if we could find a bird or some other creature. But I was vanquished again and our making fun transitioned to picking moss and lichens off the big rock in our yard with Noelle's "penny" (one of my guitar picks). She purposfully dropped her penny to make sure I had to work extra hard to get it for her. I think this could have lasted all afternoon had I not decided that our fun had to incorporate the tree in our yard.
Sticking to my guns and my intent to find more fun, I finally convinced her to come out of the tree. I figured a tour of the long barn was in order to see if any stray cats had settled in for the winter, but that was quickly vanquisted by Jumper our cat. She got to playing around with him and he firmly planted himself on her lap.
Finally I realized that my self-designated "CEO" job description for the day was incorrectly placed. Noelle was in charge and she was going to make fun out of whatever came across our path. It didn't matter what it was. My job was to participate and be Daddy...and I have to admit that I had a blast.
Finally I realized that my self-designated "CEO" job description for the day was incorrectly placed. Noelle was in charge and she was going to make fun out of whatever came across our path. It didn't matter what it was. My job was to participate and be Daddy...and I have to admit that I had a blast.
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