Greetings,
I hate traffic. Why does everybody in the Tri-County area decide to get up, get in their vehicular substances and PULL IN FRONT OF ME. It's an emotional raping. Stop, go, stop, wait, go, stop....sometimes ya just need a trigger to pull!
And why is it that I'm so nice 'a driver that I let EVERYONE in my lane? 4 lanes, packed, and there are people on the entry ramp trying to merge on the highway...guess who ends up stopping? Yup. I'm just a nice, courteous, driver. Where'd I get that from? Did my parents raise a cautious, friendly driver? Maybe......well THANKS A LOT!
So I'm driving in this morning all by myself, and I pull into Starbucks. The line is long and I have to drive past the line, turn around, and then get in line. There was a car following me. They knew good and well what I was doing. Did that stop them from whooping around and cutting in front of me as I did a donut in the parking lot? Of course not! - Nowhere in the Bible does it mention being a courteous driver. It does mention engulfing other chariots in flames!! Maybe I can try that one.
Then I hit the six three five (hwy635) where cars mate and multiply as they commute, and I get cut off almost causing my Grrrrande Pumkin Spice Latte' to spill on my lap! (Roll the "r" friends)
On Friday's it's not so bad 'cause people have the day, or take the day off. My suggestion is....more people should take days off! You build up the time, you've earned it......let's turn "rush hour" to "cruise les than an hour"
Ever notice when talking about gas prices, whether increasing or decreasing, that someone ALWAYS has a better version of a price?
"Gas is $2.72 in Plano" "I saw it for $2.63 in Richardson"
You can never get the last word if you bring it up. Just once I would like to say "Gas is $2.19 in Greenville" and the response is people bowing in reverence, while humming in unison "Amazing Grace".......or something close to that. - Try it. Bring it up at work. You will get a rebuddle everytime.
So, last week I had a concert in Rendon TX - Saloot! Knew this one was going to be interesting 'cause there were deer antlers hanging over the bathroom door. As I looked out from the bus I noticed very inappropriately dressed teenagers. Checkered shorts, pony tails, ear-rings....these were just the guys! Was this "bring a thug to church day?" - I guess it doesn't matter what they wear as long as they're at church. - And believe me, we made 'em pay by forcing them to listen to us!
Lastly, I'd like to share with you an answering machine message that I heard.
Ring: "Hello, you've reached the Johnson's" "No one is here to take your call........I guess it would be a good time to rob us" "Leave your name......" - LOL
Happy 29th birthday to my wife Andrea! We will be seeing baby Abby tonight. Very excited about that.
I hope everyone has a wonderful next couple of days and the next time you hear Johnny Cash sing "I Walk The Line" think of someone taking a field sobreiety test!!
Later, Dave-O
Friday, October 31, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Now hear this!
Couldn't think of a good title.
Thanks for coming back.
It's Saturday morning 2:55am.........Well, since you ask, let me tell you. The wife went to spend the night with her sister and help with the baby. I never sleep well when she's not around. Plus all this BRILIANT stuff was rolling around my head and I had to write it.
First off, how is Baby Abby? - Doing very well. Eating good, crying good, keeping her dad up all night to blog about breastfeeding.....and apparently, now, has me doing it as well.
Little Abby is 6 days old. Which is great 'cause God created Man on the sixth day. Now I guess that's not really the same thing but it makes you wonder of all the things we can compare the different stages of our kids life to. My oldest son Drew is 8. President Bush is about to complete an 8 year term. My youngest son Caden is 5. And he, well he looooves Kung Fu Panda!
Okay so nothing really brilliant is rolling around. Maybe I wrote this for someone out there who needed to feel special at this moment. I told someone the other day that they were one oneth of a person. - Now don't you feel special?
Did I tell you about the "windshield washer?" - About a week ago I was driving home and had to stop for gas. I went inside and paid a couple hundred dollars for half a tank, came back to the truck and started fueling up. I look over and, walking towards me from the store, was an older gentleman with a spray can and a rag. So, I'm thinking, "great, I'm gonna be mugged by Schneider" (ya know, the guy from One Day At A Time?)
It was some salesman trying to sell me a windshield cleaner. He made himself at home, sprayed without my permission, and began wiping. - Awkward Meter ring a bell? It was-a-peaking!!
He finished cleaning the driver's side and I said "You got a card or something, I got to go" - He gave me his card and started CLEANING MY FENDER. Persistent old booger. I finally got in shut and locked the door, cranked er up and took off. But, boy was my windshield clean!! That crap worked!! (Abby, don't say crap)
Well, the moral of the story is....you really shouldn't blog at 3am. And now, I'd like to talk about breastfeeding....kidding. - Have a wonderful next couple of days!!
Dave-O out.
Thanks for coming back.
It's Saturday morning 2:55am.........Well, since you ask, let me tell you. The wife went to spend the night with her sister and help with the baby. I never sleep well when she's not around. Plus all this BRILIANT stuff was rolling around my head and I had to write it.
First off, how is Baby Abby? - Doing very well. Eating good, crying good, keeping her dad up all night to blog about breastfeeding.....and apparently, now, has me doing it as well.
Little Abby is 6 days old. Which is great 'cause God created Man on the sixth day. Now I guess that's not really the same thing but it makes you wonder of all the things we can compare the different stages of our kids life to. My oldest son Drew is 8. President Bush is about to complete an 8 year term. My youngest son Caden is 5. And he, well he looooves Kung Fu Panda!
Okay so nothing really brilliant is rolling around. Maybe I wrote this for someone out there who needed to feel special at this moment. I told someone the other day that they were one oneth of a person. - Now don't you feel special?
Did I tell you about the "windshield washer?" - About a week ago I was driving home and had to stop for gas. I went inside and paid a couple hundred dollars for half a tank, came back to the truck and started fueling up. I look over and, walking towards me from the store, was an older gentleman with a spray can and a rag. So, I'm thinking, "great, I'm gonna be mugged by Schneider" (ya know, the guy from One Day At A Time?)
It was some salesman trying to sell me a windshield cleaner. He made himself at home, sprayed without my permission, and began wiping. - Awkward Meter ring a bell? It was-a-peaking!!
He finished cleaning the driver's side and I said "You got a card or something, I got to go" - He gave me his card and started CLEANING MY FENDER. Persistent old booger. I finally got in shut and locked the door, cranked er up and took off. But, boy was my windshield clean!! That crap worked!! (Abby, don't say crap)
Well, the moral of the story is....you really shouldn't blog at 3am. And now, I'd like to talk about breastfeeding....kidding. - Have a wonderful next couple of days!!
Dave-O out.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Uncle Dave-O!!
That's right friends and neighbors. Abby Jewel Wagnon joined us at 12:10am Sunday morning.
Being brotherless and sisterless this is my only shot at uncle-ness.
So, Tuesday 10/14 we admit my sister-in-law Jill to Medical City. (Not really a city) What if it was though? A whole town with nurses, physicians, and cna's? "Excuse me sir, can you help me find an eating joint?" "Sure, we have this great big cafeteria, and some of the housekeeping employees will be taking naps there" Instead of IHOP they have IHMO's - that kills!.....What was I talking about? Oh yeah, our dear Abby. Hey! Nevermind.
So, we were told that in the hospital Jill would remain until our precious arrival makes herself known. Saturday night rolls around and I'm on location in Gilmer TX. A place where even squares can have a ball. I'm back stage in between our two sets (5:00p and 8:00p) and my phone goes berserk. I had simultaneously (not an easy word to spell!) received 3 text messages from her. You see getting a signal on your cell phone is a little like eating carrots and pooping office supplies. - Close to impossible! As soon as I hit a "good" spot my phone just lit up. Unbeknownst (another tough one) to me these texts were about an hour and a half late. I thought it was at real time. They basically said "WE'RE HAVING THE BABY, YOU HAVE TO COME GET THE BOYS!!!!" - Uh, I'm close to 3 hours away near Deliverance! So, I try to reply and, apparently, you need to have atleast one little-ole' bar on your phone for you to be able to send anything as well. There were only two place to receive such service. Up the backstage stairs leaning over the rail and.....AT the piano. So, I'm playing and texting at the same time. I either misspelled horribly, or played the wrong song! - Would these people notice anyway? So I get a response that I need to call my mom to see if she can get the boys. Then I play a solo and get fanned by a pshycho emcee. Then finish, climb up the backstage stairs, lean over the balcony and talk to mom.
Turns out the boys fell asleep at the hospital and that part turns out okay. So I get to the hospital around 12:45p. Saw cute little Abby. Picked up the boys and headed home. Got home about 2:17am - get the boys to bed lay down only to have to wake up 3 hrs and 45 minutes later to get leave for a concert in Mesquite Sunday morning! So there I am on stage playing, staring at the boys with this "YOU BETTER NOT MOVE" look. - They actually were very good and I didn't have to worry about them. After the concert we went back to the hospital to see baby Abby. Drew got to hold her. Caden got to ask her questions like "Are you dreaming about Kung Fu Panda?" I got to hold her and watch her sleep. I rocked her very gently, but if I stopped she would squirm a little as if to say "You don't stop until I tell you to Uncle Dave" and then she'd say "What a great uncle you are Uncle Dave"
Seriously she is a remarkable little person to win my heart so quickly. I love her, and love that the boys have a girl cousin. A "cousette" if you will.
The sad thing is, as tired as a weekend that this was for me, I'm probably the fifth tiredest of the group. Andrea and her mom, "granny Kathy" as Abby will call her if I have anything to do about it, did a lot of driving back and forth with very little sleep putting up with a duo of hyper boys. Kathy had to drive my truck close to Sherman yesterday so that "Pops" (can't you just here little Abby say 'Pops'?) could see her. Stan, the dad, just made it in on Thursday and had to play host to a slew of family and friends this weekend.
But the tiredest of all has got to be the real champion of this holiday weekend - ME, IT'S GOT TO BE ME DARN-IT! I mean, I had to do two performances and everyth.........kidding.
Congratulations Jill! You win the award of most tiredest. You did very well, and have started the path to becoming a wonderful mother. In one early morning setting you've managed to make me an uncle, Andrea an aunt, your parents now have their first grand-daughter, my sons now have their first cousin, Stan has become a father......mostly making me an uncle though! You also win the award of raising a beautiful daughter (neice to me!) that will ask you all kids of questions like "Why does Caden talk so fast?" "Why does Drew like Mario Bros?" "Why does granny kathy keep it so cold then so hot in her house? "Why does Pops have a dump truck?" Why does aunt Andrea always want to babysit me?" and.........why does my uncle travel to places like Gilmer to play the piano....and why is he soooo good looking....and why does he blog about everybody but always manage to make it about himself??"
Welcome to the world Abby. We look forward to everyday with you!
Being brotherless and sisterless this is my only shot at uncle-ness.
So, Tuesday 10/14 we admit my sister-in-law Jill to Medical City. (Not really a city) What if it was though? A whole town with nurses, physicians, and cna's? "Excuse me sir, can you help me find an eating joint?" "Sure, we have this great big cafeteria, and some of the housekeeping employees will be taking naps there" Instead of IHOP they have IHMO's - that kills!.....What was I talking about? Oh yeah, our dear Abby. Hey! Nevermind.
So, we were told that in the hospital Jill would remain until our precious arrival makes herself known. Saturday night rolls around and I'm on location in Gilmer TX. A place where even squares can have a ball. I'm back stage in between our two sets (5:00p and 8:00p) and my phone goes berserk. I had simultaneously (not an easy word to spell!) received 3 text messages from her. You see getting a signal on your cell phone is a little like eating carrots and pooping office supplies. - Close to impossible! As soon as I hit a "good" spot my phone just lit up. Unbeknownst (another tough one) to me these texts were about an hour and a half late. I thought it was at real time. They basically said "WE'RE HAVING THE BABY, YOU HAVE TO COME GET THE BOYS!!!!" - Uh, I'm close to 3 hours away near Deliverance! So, I try to reply and, apparently, you need to have atleast one little-ole' bar on your phone for you to be able to send anything as well. There were only two place to receive such service. Up the backstage stairs leaning over the rail and.....AT the piano. So, I'm playing and texting at the same time. I either misspelled horribly, or played the wrong song! - Would these people notice anyway? So I get a response that I need to call my mom to see if she can get the boys. Then I play a solo and get fanned by a pshycho emcee. Then finish, climb up the backstage stairs, lean over the balcony and talk to mom.
Turns out the boys fell asleep at the hospital and that part turns out okay. So I get to the hospital around 12:45p. Saw cute little Abby. Picked up the boys and headed home. Got home about 2:17am - get the boys to bed lay down only to have to wake up 3 hrs and 45 minutes later to get leave for a concert in Mesquite Sunday morning! So there I am on stage playing, staring at the boys with this "YOU BETTER NOT MOVE" look. - They actually were very good and I didn't have to worry about them. After the concert we went back to the hospital to see baby Abby. Drew got to hold her. Caden got to ask her questions like "Are you dreaming about Kung Fu Panda?" I got to hold her and watch her sleep. I rocked her very gently, but if I stopped she would squirm a little as if to say "You don't stop until I tell you to Uncle Dave" and then she'd say "What a great uncle you are Uncle Dave"
Seriously she is a remarkable little person to win my heart so quickly. I love her, and love that the boys have a girl cousin. A "cousette" if you will.
The sad thing is, as tired as a weekend that this was for me, I'm probably the fifth tiredest of the group. Andrea and her mom, "granny Kathy" as Abby will call her if I have anything to do about it, did a lot of driving back and forth with very little sleep putting up with a duo of hyper boys. Kathy had to drive my truck close to Sherman yesterday so that "Pops" (can't you just here little Abby say 'Pops'?) could see her. Stan, the dad, just made it in on Thursday and had to play host to a slew of family and friends this weekend.
But the tiredest of all has got to be the real champion of this holiday weekend - ME, IT'S GOT TO BE ME DARN-IT! I mean, I had to do two performances and everyth.........kidding.
Congratulations Jill! You win the award of most tiredest. You did very well, and have started the path to becoming a wonderful mother. In one early morning setting you've managed to make me an uncle, Andrea an aunt, your parents now have their first grand-daughter, my sons now have their first cousin, Stan has become a father......mostly making me an uncle though! You also win the award of raising a beautiful daughter (neice to me!) that will ask you all kids of questions like "Why does Caden talk so fast?" "Why does Drew like Mario Bros?" "Why does granny kathy keep it so cold then so hot in her house? "Why does Pops have a dump truck?" Why does aunt Andrea always want to babysit me?" and.........why does my uncle travel to places like Gilmer to play the piano....and why is he soooo good looking....and why does he blog about everybody but always manage to make it about himself??"
Welcome to the world Abby. We look forward to everyday with you!
East Texas Charm
Thanks for coming back!
One of the great things about traveling with a quartet is the people you meet along the way. One of the awful things.....is, again, the people you meet. Saturday afternoon about 2:00p we leave the bus barn (Plano) headed for Gilmer, the Mullett capital of Texas! We are heading to the Gilmer Civic Center - or, as I like to call it....The Mule Barn. I'm not making fun of people, just...well, yes I'm making fun, but not in a bad way.
I knew we were in for a treat when we past an eating joint called "Double D Sausage" - Need I go on? I think not (in case we have underage viewers) (or overage viewers with weak stomaches that will send me nasty comments) Where was I?....Oh yeah Mullettville. So we arrive for our concert that we are sharing with a hay-trailer-load full of other groups (you like the analogy?)
It started at like 8:00a and went ALL day. And, believe me, those people stayed all day. And, really believe me.....it looked like it!!
So we set up our table, get our suits on, mix and mingle. We saw groups that we used to sing with, got caught up on the Local Gospel Rumors that I'm not at liberty to go into. Mostly 'cause I didn't talk to anyone long enough to remember what they said. Well, it came time for our set. We were supposed to go on at 5:00p but the previous group finished a little early. (This comes into play later)
So we take the stage. **Quick note: Our lead singer was not able to attend and we had a fill-in. This really doesn't ever come into play. Just fyi..
So we do our set number of songs. The audience was a good size (numerically) but they were not totally in to it. We were getting ready to walk off stage after closing and the emcee came out and said "Can ya do one mower?" (Not mispelled, that's the way he talked) *Note the earlieness of the previous group. Then, as I'm searching the Replay Machine (recording device that stores and plays our tracks that I'm not that familiar with so I'm now panicking trying to find another song 'cause usually their pre-selected) someone from the audience shouts "Turn the piano player loose" - Well, we know what that means. The Dave-O has to bring the HEAT! So I tear off into a fast diddy of a solo, the audience is loving it....THEN I notice see this guy dressed like a scarecrow come over with a piece of paper fanning my hands as I play yelling "Boy he's on fire" and "Look at him go"......He stayed there until I was finished with my song! I've never elbowed anyone in the face while I've played but that was the closest that I came. - That was our emcee ladies and gentlemen. Hoo-Wee! He shouted. Did get a standing ovation though. Should have worn overalls!
Nothing like having a concert next to a rodeo. They just perambulate (means walk) over, make 'em a plate of bbq and walk up to your table and make comments like "Saw you up thar on that thar peenaner" "You's purty good" - I could only respond with a respectful "Well, thank you Mayor".......
If that wasn't enough. We had to go back on at 8:00p for basically the same thing and, believe me once again, the night was just getting started!
One of the great things about traveling with a quartet is the people you meet along the way. One of the awful things.....is, again, the people you meet. Saturday afternoon about 2:00p we leave the bus barn (Plano) headed for Gilmer, the Mullett capital of Texas! We are heading to the Gilmer Civic Center - or, as I like to call it....The Mule Barn. I'm not making fun of people, just...well, yes I'm making fun, but not in a bad way.
I knew we were in for a treat when we past an eating joint called "Double D Sausage" - Need I go on? I think not (in case we have underage viewers) (or overage viewers with weak stomaches that will send me nasty comments) Where was I?....Oh yeah Mullettville. So we arrive for our concert that we are sharing with a hay-trailer-load full of other groups (you like the analogy?)
It started at like 8:00a and went ALL day. And, believe me, those people stayed all day. And, really believe me.....it looked like it!!
So we set up our table, get our suits on, mix and mingle. We saw groups that we used to sing with, got caught up on the Local Gospel Rumors that I'm not at liberty to go into. Mostly 'cause I didn't talk to anyone long enough to remember what they said. Well, it came time for our set. We were supposed to go on at 5:00p but the previous group finished a little early. (This comes into play later)
So we take the stage. **Quick note: Our lead singer was not able to attend and we had a fill-in. This really doesn't ever come into play. Just fyi..
So we do our set number of songs. The audience was a good size (numerically) but they were not totally in to it. We were getting ready to walk off stage after closing and the emcee came out and said "Can ya do one mower?" (Not mispelled, that's the way he talked) *Note the earlieness of the previous group. Then, as I'm searching the Replay Machine (recording device that stores and plays our tracks that I'm not that familiar with so I'm now panicking trying to find another song 'cause usually their pre-selected) someone from the audience shouts "Turn the piano player loose" - Well, we know what that means. The Dave-O has to bring the HEAT! So I tear off into a fast diddy of a solo, the audience is loving it....THEN I notice see this guy dressed like a scarecrow come over with a piece of paper fanning my hands as I play yelling "Boy he's on fire" and "Look at him go"......He stayed there until I was finished with my song! I've never elbowed anyone in the face while I've played but that was the closest that I came. - That was our emcee ladies and gentlemen. Hoo-Wee! He shouted. Did get a standing ovation though. Should have worn overalls!
Nothing like having a concert next to a rodeo. They just perambulate (means walk) over, make 'em a plate of bbq and walk up to your table and make comments like "Saw you up thar on that thar peenaner" "You's purty good" - I could only respond with a respectful "Well, thank you Mayor".......
If that wasn't enough. We had to go back on at 8:00p for basically the same thing and, believe me once again, the night was just getting started!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Praise Song With a Bite!
Welcome back peeps! - Jerry, my IT friend at work, and I were having a discussion about a VERY important topic.....Golf. I was actually whining that he never invited me. (Even though I actually played back in the spring with him, his father-in-law, and a gentleman from Wills Point - (Can I get a shout-out to the big WP?!!)
As to which he responded "Dude, I've invited you twice and you told me no." - Which is actually true, and prompted a "You want to go this weekend?" So, this past Saturday morning at 8:15am The Dave-O teed off a BEAUTIFUL shot that had this majestic-like curve and landed some 48 ft. from the green on which I was standing. Not a good start. Things improved slightly during the day. But it didn't have much of a choice! I only hit the water twice (most of the time not making it to the water hazard due to lack of distance....I'll blame the clubs!) All in all, I had a good time - and haven't been asked to go again yet.
Sunday - The wife and I were in Sunday School and the preacher comes up to me and asks "Have you ever led singing before" - Which translates "You WILL be leading the song service this morning!" My darling wife answered for me "Yes, but he does it while at the piano" (accompanied with a sly grin)
So, I go grab a songbook and come up with the service order. This is a small-town church so I new they would be forgiving. The service began. I stood up gave a quick announcement and gave the page number, sat down, played the intro and everyone joined in - well, not everyone. You see. I don't play churchy. Half to most of you know that I put a little rythym with it when I play. Let me tell what I noticed. Three old ladies leaning over nearly in a 45 degree angle to see past the people sitting in front of them. Then they began pokin' each other and gigglin' like school girls. (Quick note: David knows how to charm the blue-hairs) I was playing THEIR kind of music. Then, there was this teenager on one of the back rows that whipped out her cell before the first verse was finished and started recording me. If I end up on you-tube I better be gettin' some royalties! But it wasn't until after the song service that the best thing was brought to my attention. ~~~Let's go back to Sunday morning at about 8:34am ~~~ I sat both of my boys down and had a talk with them. They have a tendency to talk and not behave during church. (Hard to believe since their my kids huh?) This, coming from the guy who, in the 1st grade if you walked into his class and there was a desk besides the teachers'......it was mine! So, I told the boys "You sit there and be quiet unless we're singing. Then you can sing as loud as you want. ~~~Back to church service~~~ I sit down and get settled and my lovely wife leans over and tells me that he was belting out his favorite church hymn, that we all know and love - Go ahead sing along if you know it - SCOOBY DOOBY DOO...WHERE ARE YOU...WE NEED SOME HELP FROM YOU NOW! - I guess I didn't specify WHICH song to sing loudly.
Time for random observations that require little thought.....Coming back from playing golf I drove through Terrell. You ever notice that when someone no longer wants a couch the put it on the curb? Of course ya do. Well, this was the first time that I saw a couch on the curb with someone sitting down on it! Were they resting, testing the comfort factor, hunting for loose change? What kind of town is that?
Last night we admitted my sister-in-law into Medical City. Where she will remain until the baby arrives. Pray that the blood pressure remains normal. - Pray that my kids are quiet when we visit. Pray that the tv volume works right.
Lastly, we got home last night about 10:00pm - Upon entering the house I heard a sound from about two acres away that wasn't very heartening. Nothing like a little GUNSHOT to say goodnight! I heard it again, peaked my head out the door (don't ask me why) and to my surprise my neighbor hollered over to me...."Armadillos" - ............just nodded my head and went back inside humming Scooby Doo all the way to bed.
later, Dave-O
As to which he responded "Dude, I've invited you twice and you told me no." - Which is actually true, and prompted a "You want to go this weekend?" So, this past Saturday morning at 8:15am The Dave-O teed off a BEAUTIFUL shot that had this majestic-like curve and landed some 48 ft. from the green on which I was standing. Not a good start. Things improved slightly during the day. But it didn't have much of a choice! I only hit the water twice (most of the time not making it to the water hazard due to lack of distance....I'll blame the clubs!) All in all, I had a good time - and haven't been asked to go again yet.
Sunday - The wife and I were in Sunday School and the preacher comes up to me and asks "Have you ever led singing before" - Which translates "You WILL be leading the song service this morning!" My darling wife answered for me "Yes, but he does it while at the piano" (accompanied with a sly grin)
So, I go grab a songbook and come up with the service order. This is a small-town church so I new they would be forgiving. The service began. I stood up gave a quick announcement and gave the page number, sat down, played the intro and everyone joined in - well, not everyone. You see. I don't play churchy. Half to most of you know that I put a little rythym with it when I play. Let me tell what I noticed. Three old ladies leaning over nearly in a 45 degree angle to see past the people sitting in front of them. Then they began pokin' each other and gigglin' like school girls. (Quick note: David knows how to charm the blue-hairs) I was playing THEIR kind of music. Then, there was this teenager on one of the back rows that whipped out her cell before the first verse was finished and started recording me. If I end up on you-tube I better be gettin' some royalties! But it wasn't until after the song service that the best thing was brought to my attention. ~~~Let's go back to Sunday morning at about 8:34am ~~~ I sat both of my boys down and had a talk with them. They have a tendency to talk and not behave during church. (Hard to believe since their my kids huh?) This, coming from the guy who, in the 1st grade if you walked into his class and there was a desk besides the teachers'......it was mine! So, I told the boys "You sit there and be quiet unless we're singing. Then you can sing as loud as you want. ~~~Back to church service~~~ I sit down and get settled and my lovely wife leans over and tells me that he was belting out his favorite church hymn, that we all know and love - Go ahead sing along if you know it - SCOOBY DOOBY DOO...WHERE ARE YOU...WE NEED SOME HELP FROM YOU NOW! - I guess I didn't specify WHICH song to sing loudly.
Time for random observations that require little thought.....Coming back from playing golf I drove through Terrell. You ever notice that when someone no longer wants a couch the put it on the curb? Of course ya do. Well, this was the first time that I saw a couch on the curb with someone sitting down on it! Were they resting, testing the comfort factor, hunting for loose change? What kind of town is that?
Last night we admitted my sister-in-law into Medical City. Where she will remain until the baby arrives. Pray that the blood pressure remains normal. - Pray that my kids are quiet when we visit. Pray that the tv volume works right.
Lastly, we got home last night about 10:00pm - Upon entering the house I heard a sound from about two acres away that wasn't very heartening. Nothing like a little GUNSHOT to say goodnight! I heard it again, peaked my head out the door (don't ask me why) and to my surprise my neighbor hollered over to me...."Armadillos" - ............just nodded my head and went back inside humming Scooby Doo all the way to bed.
later, Dave-O
Friday, October 10, 2008
The Dryer Demon
Well I took off today. Hoping to relax, do a little housework, catch up on some well deserved Spider Solitaire (yeah, I rock it when I'm home alone!) - Been moving couches to get maximum vacuum utilization. Thing were going well....until the dryer stopped. I was sitting happily at the lap-top and I assumed the cycle of clothes that I started, cause I'm a great husband, was completed. It was not. It stopped right in the middle of "More Dry" - before "Optimum Dry" and "Less Dry" Why are there so many drys? And why isn't this one working? Those were a few of the many thoughts racing through my head. So I said to myself, I said 'What are you gonna do about it big boy?" After flipping breakers, unloading the existing, still wet towels, spinning the..........whatever the thing inside that spins inside is, and turning the knob - I finally got it working. Reloaded, and did a taunting dance. Of the "Who's the man?" variety.
Didn't have to call anybody. No in-laws, maintenance guys, IT guys...did it myself. You take the winning battles when you get them! - And I'm easily amused.
Pray for my sister-in-law Jill. She is on bed rest until my neice is born. (Thanksgiving-ish) A good early sign that this little girl already has mommy and the rest of the family WHUPPED!
Time to get ready for the weekend. Longhorns by 12. - Gotta go...the dryer is smoking!!
Later, Dave-O
Didn't have to call anybody. No in-laws, maintenance guys, IT guys...did it myself. You take the winning battles when you get them! - And I'm easily amused.
Pray for my sister-in-law Jill. She is on bed rest until my neice is born. (Thanksgiving-ish) A good early sign that this little girl already has mommy and the rest of the family WHUPPED!
Time to get ready for the weekend. Longhorns by 12. - Gotta go...the dryer is smoking!!
Later, Dave-O
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Everyday People
Appreciate you returning.
Today's post will consist of various people in the world that have it in their agenda to cross paths with me. Maybe it's some form of punishment, testing, or other brand of entertainment. (God doesn't get bored, does he?)
First, Friday afternoon, I'm trying to leave work, get my stuff together and so forth. I'm strolling across the lobby and this older, Spanish, gentleman approaches me and asks if we do drug tests. I told him that we did, but it would be for either pre-employment testing, or for pre-op tests which would require a Physician's order. He told me that he didn't have a dr's order. It was for a student at his school. (He was apparently on staff) I re-informed him that we could not do it. He said "are you positive?" (My initial mental response was) "I don't know, I've never been tested" Assuming he would not perceive the wonderful, harmless humor, I passed and, instead said "Yes, we cannot do the drug test" He then, lightly screams, if that's even a description, "But I need to know if this kid is on Pot!!" I apologized again and asked that he take it to a dr's office. After noticing his blood-shot eyes, I wondered if it was really his and he was trying not to get busted! He then went to the operator to ask her the same questions. As I walked back by I overheard him say "that's what the other guy said" she responded by saying "well, he's my boss and he knows what he's talking about" he replied "you people are no help" she said "well, we're not the ones with loser-drug-dealing-pot-heads, now are we?" - no, she didn't say that, but that would have been great!
Moving on, As I was driving home I noticed a sign that said "Palm Reader" I wonder, do they have caller ID?.......Wouldn't they know who it is? I think I'll call one of them up and say it's someone else. See if they notice.
So I pull into Greenville, pick up the kids, and then head to Wal-Mart to pick up the lovely wife who has dropped off the car to get the oil changed, cause The Dave-O don't do the "home oil changes" And, if you ever come to my house, you won't see any oil stains in the drive way. Mostly cause we don't have a real drive way, just a rock trail.
Well, I notice that I have to get gas. I texted to let the lovely wife know. I know she wants me to hurry, and I'm starving......enter "gas station lady" Why in Hades does THIS woman arrive at MY pump before me? Very busy gas station. 3 people to a pump. The first car finishes and drives away. I'm waiting for the van in front of me that is occupied by someone apparently made of concrete, to pull forward. She finally does and then.......DOESN'T GET OUT for like 2 minutes. What was she doing? Meditating, praying, watching the VP Presidential debate on those little TV's that some versions of vans come with depending on which package the salesmen talks you into???
So she drips out...THEN WALKS IN TO PAY. Comes back, begins pumping, all the while on her cell, probably talking to her husband complaining about hospitals that don't do free random drug tests! She finishes, AND THEN STARTS TO GO BACK INSIDE THE STORE. She realizes that there is a relatively angry young gentlemen in a truck behind her with two small children staring over the dash with judgemental face tones, comes to her senses, throws up a hand and motions "Sorry" and then moves the van. By this time the lovely wife has walked from Wal-Mart to the gas station 20 acres away.
Lastly, the "Flag Man" You know, when there fixing, I mean "fixing" the two lane roads and they block down to one lane and you have to wait until the guy with the sign that reads "stop/slow" motions you around. Even though I'm always mad at the delay, I always waive at the flag guy. I think it's a nice thing to do. It's usually hot out there and he probably gets a lot of dirty looks from angry drivers on their way to gas stations for ANOTHER long wait.
Anyway, I was sixth in line and I noticed that every time a car passed the flag guy he would waive. Turns out EVERYBODY waives at the flag guy. These are his duties. Hold the sign up, waives = number of cars that go buy. By the time I got to him I waived, he waived back but looked like he was VERY tired of putting his hand up and down. - You know when you see a program at school or a play and they tell you to hold your applause until the end. The flag guys should have a sign that says "Stop/Slow" and "Waiving not neccessary unless you're the only car, or unless you're the last car in the current line!"
Then again, maybe that won't help. What do I know? I'm not a palm reader!
Later
Today's post will consist of various people in the world that have it in their agenda to cross paths with me. Maybe it's some form of punishment, testing, or other brand of entertainment. (God doesn't get bored, does he?)
First, Friday afternoon, I'm trying to leave work, get my stuff together and so forth. I'm strolling across the lobby and this older, Spanish, gentleman approaches me and asks if we do drug tests. I told him that we did, but it would be for either pre-employment testing, or for pre-op tests which would require a Physician's order. He told me that he didn't have a dr's order. It was for a student at his school. (He was apparently on staff) I re-informed him that we could not do it. He said "are you positive?" (My initial mental response was) "I don't know, I've never been tested" Assuming he would not perceive the wonderful, harmless humor, I passed and, instead said "Yes, we cannot do the drug test" He then, lightly screams, if that's even a description, "But I need to know if this kid is on Pot!!" I apologized again and asked that he take it to a dr's office. After noticing his blood-shot eyes, I wondered if it was really his and he was trying not to get busted! He then went to the operator to ask her the same questions. As I walked back by I overheard him say "that's what the other guy said" she responded by saying "well, he's my boss and he knows what he's talking about" he replied "you people are no help" she said "well, we're not the ones with loser-drug-dealing-pot-heads, now are we?" - no, she didn't say that, but that would have been great!
Moving on, As I was driving home I noticed a sign that said "Palm Reader" I wonder, do they have caller ID?.......Wouldn't they know who it is? I think I'll call one of them up and say it's someone else. See if they notice.
So I pull into Greenville, pick up the kids, and then head to Wal-Mart to pick up the lovely wife who has dropped off the car to get the oil changed, cause The Dave-O don't do the "home oil changes" And, if you ever come to my house, you won't see any oil stains in the drive way. Mostly cause we don't have a real drive way, just a rock trail.
Well, I notice that I have to get gas. I texted to let the lovely wife know. I know she wants me to hurry, and I'm starving......enter "gas station lady" Why in Hades does THIS woman arrive at MY pump before me? Very busy gas station. 3 people to a pump. The first car finishes and drives away. I'm waiting for the van in front of me that is occupied by someone apparently made of concrete, to pull forward. She finally does and then.......DOESN'T GET OUT for like 2 minutes. What was she doing? Meditating, praying, watching the VP Presidential debate on those little TV's that some versions of vans come with depending on which package the salesmen talks you into???
So she drips out...THEN WALKS IN TO PAY. Comes back, begins pumping, all the while on her cell, probably talking to her husband complaining about hospitals that don't do free random drug tests! She finishes, AND THEN STARTS TO GO BACK INSIDE THE STORE. She realizes that there is a relatively angry young gentlemen in a truck behind her with two small children staring over the dash with judgemental face tones, comes to her senses, throws up a hand and motions "Sorry" and then moves the van. By this time the lovely wife has walked from Wal-Mart to the gas station 20 acres away.
Lastly, the "Flag Man" You know, when there fixing, I mean "fixing" the two lane roads and they block down to one lane and you have to wait until the guy with the sign that reads "stop/slow" motions you around. Even though I'm always mad at the delay, I always waive at the flag guy. I think it's a nice thing to do. It's usually hot out there and he probably gets a lot of dirty looks from angry drivers on their way to gas stations for ANOTHER long wait.
Anyway, I was sixth in line and I noticed that every time a car passed the flag guy he would waive. Turns out EVERYBODY waives at the flag guy. These are his duties. Hold the sign up, waives = number of cars that go buy. By the time I got to him I waived, he waived back but looked like he was VERY tired of putting his hand up and down. - You know when you see a program at school or a play and they tell you to hold your applause until the end. The flag guys should have a sign that says "Stop/Slow" and "Waiving not neccessary unless you're the only car, or unless you're the last car in the current line!"
Then again, maybe that won't help. What do I know? I'm not a palm reader!
Later
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