Hello, India?

As I was thinking about writing this post a movie came to mind. Lethal Weapon 4. Specifically this scene. Warning: F Bombs aplenty Joe Pesci and Chris Rock going at it about cell phones. I've been trying to switch from my Blackberry back to an ancient Nextel construction phone. (I work construction) I had no idea the amount of energy I would have to part with to make this happen. I felt like a big cat in the big tent jumping through some hoops for no apparent reason. Three trips to the store....which resulted in being told to call customer service. And here's my title: Customer Service is in India. I don't have anything against India. And the two people I talked to during my electronic visit there probably understand the English language better than myself. The problem is I can't understand their version of the English language well enough to resolve my issue. Three (3) hours on the phone to India! {insert my scream here}

I'm not much on giving up, but I finally did. After somehow activating two additional phone lines on my account ( I have no idea how that happened) I handed the phone over to my wife. She somehow got a ticket back to American soil. I celebrated! Prematurely. After being told everything had been resolved and the phones had been switched they said goodnight and hung up. And that's when I realized the only thing that was different from before was that I now had two dead phones. {scream number two}

The happy ending is that I went back to the store after work today and got it all fixed. The sad part is I've locked myself in the linen closet and most of my hair is on the floor....

and the good Lord taketh away

I'm not a good dying person. Or maybe I'm one of the best. My wifes grandmother passed away yesterday. She was a very nice lady who raised a very nice family. Four daughters to be exact. But I believe in God and heaven and taxes. I'm prone to think that people are going to a better place when they leave here. And while I've lost people I miss a great deal, I'm glad they went to that better place.
I haven't cried at a funeral since I was young. It's not that I don't care. Or have some sort of emotional display disorder (I'm not freaked out by a guy crying). I just realize that the pain is here...with us. Not with the loved one that passed. In essence, we're crying for ourselves that we won't have that person around any longer. They aren't in that body in the casket. There spirit has moved on. And so we're left with a big empty hole that we fill with sadness. Well, I don't. I fill it with happy stuff....good memories of times spent together. I still miss them. I just miss them with a smile.
But then people think I'm not sympathetic, which is far from true. I feel very deeply for someones loss. That's a very real pain. I just face it different. Take this photo for example. It was taken by this photojournalist who has an awesome blog. He was in Haiti after the quake and this orphan girl just found out she wouldn't be getting to go meet here new family. Still makes me sad. So I just hope like hell that she's found some happiness. Just like I hope my wife and her family will find some happiness in this sad time.

Class IV clean-up

Congrats to the Kearney Bulldogs! State football and basketball champs this year....pretty impressive.

Life on the Highway

No, I didn't take a job as a traveling salesman. Or join the circus. I did however get my new scooter, so I've been trying to get some miles on it over the past two weeks...which is why I haven't been here. I've managed a meager 497 miles. But considering some of those were at below freezing temps and 20 or so were in the rain, I think I did pretty good. Due to my sister stealing my camera ( don't deny it!! you're not fooling me with that "you left it at my house" speech!) pics are still to come.

All is well here. We keep getting spring teasers. I don't know whether to tip or storm out. I'm ready to dust off the mower and slip on a tan.....but you know what they say about a watched pot.Macy is starting piano lessons in the morning. This on top of two dance classes and the cherub choir at church. I want her active and involved in things, but then I worry about over doing it. So I'm just thinking we'll try a bunch of stuff and see if she likes any of it. I never claimed to have a master plan. But hey!, if you don't have a plan "A" you never have to worry about plan "B"! I'm a sharp one.

Ace is now an expert at crawling, and is getting into everything I tell him not to. When he learns to count I'm going to tell him not to pick the winning lottery numbers. I should be a millionaire in about three years. You heard it here first.

Crystal is still working for The Motor Company and I'm loving it. Okay, you're thinking it shouldn't matter if I like it....it should matter if she does because it's her job? It most cases you would be correct. Except I'm a bit of a bike nut. And she has to live with me. So me being happy here helps to make her happy! Yeah, that's a bit twisted. Luckily she really does like her job. She's also setting up our trip to Oahu, which she just informed me is ten weeks away. I can already smell the coconut oil and tequila.

So in the morning I'll be making beer at the early hour of 8a.m. . I don't plan on drinking that early so don't stereotype me yet. We do sausage, jerky, wine, beer....and if we could just find some cheese molds...