Been spending the last two days at the bank’s annual management conference. The purpose of these conferences is to get us to buy into the goals that someone else has set for us. I guess that is not unprecedented, and certainly is important. I sometimes get tired however of sitting there and hearing this for two days straight. I wonder sometimes if it wouldn’t be done better over the phone on a conference call. Well, that is my take on cheerleading.
Well, despite my attempts to appear old, I was invited to our Ward’s pack night because I needed to stand in for a scouter that couldn’t be there. The kids were sure cute. I sometimes think it would be fun to have children that age again, well, at least for 1 second I do, then I regain my sanity.
Yeah, I am looking forward to being a grandpa, because that wonderful child will be there for me to spoil, but at the end of the day, that wonderful child will go home with mom and dad, I think.
No, that isn’t how old I am. It is how long I have been married to the same, most wonderful woman in the world. Today was a little different from 33 years ago. On that day, it was almost warm enough not to wear a coat. It was sunny, much like today, but not so cold. The thing I remember the most was feeling, “well now I am married, but I sure don’t feel any different than I did before”. Maybe that is because I got married to my best friend and now it was all just formalized.
I love that women and she has made my life good. I thank the good Lord every day for her presence in my life. I hope for 34, and 35, and 36, and 37, and ………!!
Battle Still Pending-Must Walk That Line
Well, the battle of the bulge is still that. I have gained some weight recently and a lot of the reason for that is faulty reasoning. It isn’t hard or reason faulty, particularly if you “think†you are hungry, you “think†your diabetes is in control, and “think†that just a little bit more of this or that, or eating something with sugar in it is OK.
Well, it isn’t OK, and I “think†that I need to get things turned around. I am binging again, which means I am eating some sugar items and also I am eating refined flour rather than holding to the line. I am also eating bigger portions. I am a foodaholic. Therefore, I need to walk the line once again.
I am sitting looking at the thermostat in the house here, and outside it is supposedly 5 degrees. This is getting crazy. We are having to much cold for me. It’s time for me to move to Arizona or someplace warmer. This isn’t Wyoming, or so they tell me. It’s cold enough to be Wyoming.
I was outside last night, once again shoveling the drive way and the walks, when I turned to Julie and said, it is hard to believe that in 6 months we will be standing outside at this time of the evening (about 10pm), and it will still be close to a 100 degrees.
We have at least a foot of snow on the ground, in some places two, and it seems to just keep on coming. It is supposed to be real cold this weekend. Well, I guess one advantage to that is we can stay inside and get a lot of work around the house done. It is one of those winters that demonstrates that the drought in Utah is over, at least for now.
Talk, Talk, Talk, Talk, Talk!!!
Man, this being in the Bishopric can be a challenging event on a daily basis. I went in this morning, knowing that “possibly”, just “possibly”, I might have to give a talk at the Relief Society’s Visiting Teaching Conference on Tuesday night.
Then, the Bishop can’t make it to the Beehive House Sacrament Meeting, so all of a sudden, talk 2 becomes a reality, and I had to come up with that one in less than 10 minutes, when I still hadn’t even written talk 1.
Then, I find out that for Sacrament meeting next week I need to give another talk. Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. That is all I seem to be doing, is giving talks. The church deserves better than hearing me talk.
I Thought The Energy Crisis Changed Things
Apparently it didn’t. I come into work during the winter and I nearly freeze to death every day. I sit in the corner office at the bank, and suffer from a vestige of the days when there was no energy crisis.
They built this stupid bank building when energy was cheap, and therefore, the only thing between me and the north forty is a thin wall of bricks, every one of which is very conductive of the cold that exists on the other side of the wall. I sit in my office each and every winter morning and just freeze to death. Of course it doesn’t help that I have poor circulation anyway and so my hands and feet turn into ice cubes at the drop of the hat.
I thought the energy crisis was supposed to change things. It was supposed to change things like make companies do a better job of insulating their buildings. Apparently the bank I work for hasn’t heard of the energy crisis.
I am grateful we aren’t still in the middle of a drought. After all, I technically live in the desert and the yearly water totals in this state don’t get to high. However, it is strange to wake up every morning and realize that I am living in a winter wonderland. Just Friday morning I woke up to a new total of 6 inches of the white stuff.
Previously, we had well over a foot (18 inches) and that showed how good my neighbors were at being true neighbors. Everyone was out helping each other to do their driveways. That was cool to see, but at times, I wish that I didn’t have to deal with the winter wonderland. However, at least the wind isn’t blowing incessantly, blowing snow this way and that, creating monster drifts that you can’t get through. Wyoming children, did you hear that? Come join your parents in their Winter Wonderland.
I was flipping through the channels yesterday and came to the same, inescapable conclusion that I do every time I turn on the TV. There is almost nothing worth watching on TV. I mean, I flip up and down, have 200+ channels to choose from, and nothing looks interesting. There are a few shows that I tape and watch later, like 24, Heroes, Jericho, and Battlestar Galactica, but I just can’t sit in front of the TV all night long like a lot of people. There are too many other, more important things to do.
The interesting thing that I discovered this summer in Taiwan is, they have the same problem we do. When Bonnie and I lived there 30 years ago, the TV was bad and there were but a few channels. Now, they have lots of channels, but when I flipped through the Ho’s TV I found the same problem, lots of channels but nothing to watch. At least mediocrity seems to have no national boundaries. All those channels, and nothing to watch.