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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
This weekend was fantastic! I worked hard, which always feels rewarding. I like it when work is where I rest and home is where I work. I even enjoyed a few epiphanies.
It started off kinda’ crappy. The Goddess tried and failed to start the ever temperamental Trooper. She ended up hitching a ride to dance classes. I then tried to start it, and walked away in a state of total discouragement. I didn’t even mess with the thing for the rest of the night, such was my dismal attitude.
Friday morning seemed promising. The Trooper mysteriously started. The Goddess and I drove around town for a few minutes running errands. At the post office it died an undignified death. I walked home and towed it back with the Warhorse (Bronco II). A quick check with a spark tester betrayed the problem; almost certainly the ignition control module. It is a common problem with this particular GM ignition system. I am grateful it failed somewhere close. I was bummed. I didn’t really want to spend Memorial Day weekend fixing something. It turned out to be only about an hour of work.
Saturday was spent carving up the landscaping of my tiny, manageable yard. There were flowers planted aplenty.
Sunday, oh terrible Sunday. Church is always too early (and too often). I am woefully lazy. Yet, during the festivities of the second hour a strange thing happened. It began with my friend Darth Boecks whisking me into the Family History Room. From there, he proceeded to interrogate me, asking me lewd and specific questions about my ancestry. It turned out to be pretty fascinating. Later after the festivities were over, I went home and called Whodoggy, and we were pulled into the dark side of family history. The trouble was neither of us could remember our paternal great-grandfather’s name. One of us made the brilliant decision to get Original Voodoo on the tele with us (using the space age technology known as a conference call). He expanded our knowledge of the family name and all was good and well. Then it happened.....Whodoggy noticed it (damn him).....our parents are 5th cousins!!!!! There you have it. One could say I have been baptized again, because basically everything I’ve ever done wrong or stupidly happened because I am the product of an incestuous relationship!!
Thanks Mom, thanks Dad for the straight shot to heaven.
Monday dawned a new day. Have you ever noticed how a lot of movies for kids feature the promise breaking Dad? Yeah, well that’s me. One of my offending promises was a tree house that I started building 2 years ago. My poor kids, my ambitions were greater than my capacity to deliver. This weekend I fulfilled my promise. My children and I constructed the tree house. And it is a good house, built upon the rock of my belated kept promise. It features such things as a hardwood floor (2 x 4's), windows (without glass), 2 levels (there really is no 1st level), a great view (of a tree), and a natural wood finish (weathered scrap wood). They love it!
Woe is me and my overactive conscience.
It started off kinda’ crappy. The Goddess tried and failed to start the ever temperamental Trooper. She ended up hitching a ride to dance classes. I then tried to start it, and walked away in a state of total discouragement. I didn’t even mess with the thing for the rest of the night, such was my dismal attitude.
Friday morning seemed promising. The Trooper mysteriously started. The Goddess and I drove around town for a few minutes running errands. At the post office it died an undignified death. I walked home and towed it back with the Warhorse (Bronco II). A quick check with a spark tester betrayed the problem; almost certainly the ignition control module. It is a common problem with this particular GM ignition system. I am grateful it failed somewhere close. I was bummed. I didn’t really want to spend Memorial Day weekend fixing something. It turned out to be only about an hour of work.
Saturday was spent carving up the landscaping of my tiny, manageable yard. There were flowers planted aplenty.
Sunday, oh terrible Sunday. Church is always too early (and too often). I am woefully lazy. Yet, during the festivities of the second hour a strange thing happened. It began with my friend Darth Boecks whisking me into the Family History Room. From there, he proceeded to interrogate me, asking me lewd and specific questions about my ancestry. It turned out to be pretty fascinating. Later after the festivities were over, I went home and called Whodoggy, and we were pulled into the dark side of family history. The trouble was neither of us could remember our paternal great-grandfather’s name. One of us made the brilliant decision to get Original Voodoo on the tele with us (using the space age technology known as a conference call). He expanded our knowledge of the family name and all was good and well. Then it happened.....Whodoggy noticed it (damn him).....our parents are 5th cousins!!!!! There you have it. One could say I have been baptized again, because basically everything I’ve ever done wrong or stupidly happened because I am the product of an incestuous relationship!!
Thanks Mom, thanks Dad for the straight shot to heaven.
Monday dawned a new day. Have you ever noticed how a lot of movies for kids feature the promise breaking Dad? Yeah, well that’s me. One of my offending promises was a tree house that I started building 2 years ago. My poor kids, my ambitions were greater than my capacity to deliver. This weekend I fulfilled my promise. My children and I constructed the tree house. And it is a good house, built upon the rock of my belated kept promise. It features such things as a hardwood floor (2 x 4's), windows (without glass), 2 levels (there really is no 1st level), a great view (of a tree), and a natural wood finish (weathered scrap wood). They love it!
Woe is me and my overactive conscience.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
I should have walked in UVSC’s graduation ceremony on the 27th . The fact is, I just didn’t care to. After all those years it just felt like one more thing I was making myself do in the name of my diploma. I am a little saddened that I didn’t see my professors one last time, but I think I was an average face in a sea of students anyway. Originally, I was going to walk so that my children would see it. You know....... it’s for the children. Then the thought occurred to me that they actually had to live the process! So, a boring commencement probably wouldn’t drive the point home.
At any rate, our commencement wasn’t nearly the deal it was for my friends at our rival school down the road. It was Kevin Rollins, the CEO dude from Dell who spoke at our ceremony. Incidentally, I think it was the same guy that spoke at my brother’s ceremony (will you check on that bro?). Up the road at the BYU, the VP of the USA enlightened the valley with his glow. It was a good choice for him to come here. As controversial as it was, it probably would have been more so anywhere else. Alas, I was working during the thing.
Speaking of my alma mater, it will be changing formats and becoming Utah Valley University July 1st of next year. This is all good and well, and makes me very happy because it has been a long hard fight. It is a sad thing, but Utah culture finds very little value in education. Sure, our legislators will deny it, but their actions have ALWAYS told a different story. For far too long they looked at UVSC as BYU’s junior college. Kudos to Presidents Sederburg and Romesburg for a hard fought win.
Just think, now there is at least one place in Utah Valley where unhampered, academic, critical thought can take place.
I’m sorry, I just had to. You know how us high-schoolers at UVSC have a chip on our shoulder.
At any rate, our commencement wasn’t nearly the deal it was for my friends at our rival school down the road. It was Kevin Rollins, the CEO dude from Dell who spoke at our ceremony. Incidentally, I think it was the same guy that spoke at my brother’s ceremony (will you check on that bro?). Up the road at the BYU, the VP of the USA enlightened the valley with his glow. It was a good choice for him to come here. As controversial as it was, it probably would have been more so anywhere else. Alas, I was working during the thing.
Speaking of my alma mater, it will be changing formats and becoming Utah Valley University July 1st of next year. This is all good and well, and makes me very happy because it has been a long hard fight. It is a sad thing, but Utah culture finds very little value in education. Sure, our legislators will deny it, but their actions have ALWAYS told a different story. For far too long they looked at UVSC as BYU’s junior college. Kudos to Presidents Sederburg and Romesburg for a hard fought win.
Just think, now there is at least one place in Utah Valley where unhampered, academic, critical thought can take place.
I’m sorry, I just had to. You know how us high-schoolers at UVSC have a chip on our shoulder.
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