Saturday, April 30, 2005
The kids and I went out garage-saling today. Kind of ironic as we're trying to get rid of garbage. The stuff I got was stuff that I can replace old crap with. I got a new umbrella for our patio furniture for $7, I got a new set of very nice golf clubs for $30, Nate got a few books and Madeline got some fiber optic light thingy. Bob Rays would have been disappionted in my lack of bargaining skills.
Trash day is Monday, so the trash scavengers come digging on Sunday night, scrounging through the trash. As we've been cleaning out our house over the past month, we've had huge trash piles, and in turn lots of scavengers. The kids would stand by the front door and watch people pick through our stuff asking, "Dad, why are these people in our trash?" Good question. One man's trash, another man's treasure.
You'd never from looking at the jacket (or touching the jacket for that matter) that this is a leather jacket. Not just any leather jacket - it's a Member's Only leather jacket. Member's Only is very popular to the older generation. My dad used to have a Member's Only sweatshirt that he would wear on a pretty regular basis when I was growing up. Why all this talk about this jacket? Why is Will wearing this jacket? This is Brad's leather jacket. He bought it about 10 years ago. Due to either age or quality, the jacket feels very unique, as in, pleather unique. We all agreed last night that Will should try the jacket on. We were right.
Cathie and the kids got me a grill for my birthday (The Weber Summit Gold C4). I'd always had the el-cheapo gas model from Sears. This thing is amazing. It is the cadillac of grills. My friends Will and Brad have the same grill, but my wife was smart enough to get me one model better.
To make the day better, some of my friends took me out to dinner at Morton's steakhouse as a suprise and a joint celebration of Ted's lateral move within his company. We started the night out at Bob's, having drinks and sampling his extensive tequila collection and then we headed to Morton's Steakhouse. I've sampled all of the big steakhouses in the country and I don't think you can get any better than Morton's for the quality of beef and overall service. We ate like kings. I had a Prime Rib that was as big as my head. We even got Kirk (Mr. Men's Journal Top Trainer in the Country) to eat dessert. It was a 3 hour meal and we all waddled out of there full and really thankful about what an amazing group of friends I have.
Xerox's CEO, Anne Mulcahy, spoke as a part of a lecture series on the turn-around of Xerox. This is a great summation of it and an example of why I have such huge respect for Anne. She is an amazing leader and it's cool to work in the same company and watch how she leads and occasionally get to interact with her. I can't reference her without showing the picture of me sitting in a meeting sitting next to her, looking like I've fallen asleep.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Watch this Kevin Smith video clip on Leno, talking about his new book Silent Bob Speaks. After finding his review on the new star wars flick, I've been reading his blog... He's a great story teller, but this goes into everything he does, all day long... everything. Probably way too much for most people, and a little graphic at times. To see a great example of his story telling, check out An Evening with Kevin Smith sometime - great example of his story telling.. (Joe's still got my copy).
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Emily got a gold fish tank and 4 fish for her birthday. She keeps changing their names every day. Nacho is my favorite fish. One died the other day. I took it out of the tank for Cathie with a spoon, but forgot to put it in a bag to return it. I left it sitting on the counter and headed out to the airport. Cathie called me, thanking me for scaring. Apparently, she couldn't find the fish in the tank, which she thought was odd. She just happened to be walking up to the sink for something, she looked down, and there was the fish sitting on the edge of the sink. Apparently it was scary because it was unexpected. A single dead gold fish wouldn't really scare most people, in my opinion. We returned the dead fish and got a new one, a black one, which Emily named Carl. We were watching Carl in his death throes in the tank today. Emily was so excited that her fish had learned tricks. Now it's just laying there in the tank. Nice trick, Carl.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Friday, April 22, 2005
I find people who always have to cuss to get their point across to be fairly stupid. I recently encountered one such person and wrote him off completely because of his lack of self control.
But when is it appropriate? I think when you truly have something to be passionate about, to express extreme confusion at something; and most definitely not when you're talking directly to one person and addressing them with said f-word. Like I said, I think people who throw the f-word around without regard for its influence on the crowd are ignorant and not worth my time. I think if David, Job, or Jonah had the f-word at their disposal... it would be in our scriptures along with many of the other lewd references. Not sprinkled throughout like paprika... just placed in just the right spot to convey the tremendous combination of angst, confusion, and disgust at something that punctuates a low time-- not just a desert time, but a devil-standing-next-to-me-in-the-desert kind of time.
I think we spend a lot of time working on an image for the church... an image of infallability, of self-reliance for holiness. I know, they'll say "oh, our holiness comes from above..." -- and yet if you cuss that holiness just runs away like enron stockholders? Come on. Holiness belongs to God and no amount of vocabulary will secure or hinder it. It just is.
I think a moderate number of extreme times in our lives merit extreme phrases. I believe our forefathers through the scripture made that quite clear. And yeah, I still believe I tend to write people off when they cuss at me.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Cathie and I are getting our house ready to sell and we made a lot of progress over the weekend, getting things cleaned up outside and the garage done. Our next-door neighbor is selling there house and our real estate agent called yesterday and told us that people had been looking at their house, noticed ours, somehow found out we were selling it and want to look at it before it goes on the market. We weren't planning on putting it on the market for a couple of weeks, but I told her we could have it in reasonable shape by Sunday. Guess we'll have a busy weekend.
Nate and I have his Cub Scout Pinewood derby race this weekend. Being pretty poor at wood working, Nate and I found a kit on the internet that had a lot of the rough woodwork already done so that we just fine-tuned the car, sanded it, painted it, weighted it and are getting it ready to race. It's amazing, you can easily spend $100 on specially machined axels, wheels, cars, etc. to win. Suprising, I didn't. The $10 I spent was well worth it. We'll see how we do. I was digging through my boxes of stuff I've saved since childhood and came across all of my pinewood derby cars from Cub Scouts and Webelos. They were hilarious looking, but I have great memories of working on my car with my dad.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
My dog Riley is a saint. Emily loves her dearly and my dog must hate her. If I were my dog, I would bite her, but Riley puts up with everything Emily throws at her. Emily dresses her in doll clothes, rides her, hugs her and takes for her walks in her own special way.
My brothers Jon and Will seemed to have fun:
Madeline explained how the nail polish on one finger came off and had to be redone as a different color. One of those things that's funny to us, and will make a great picture later, out of context.
Here's a picture you won't see often. Will dunking:
Buck has this picture posted as his personal photo on his blog. It's a guy we met at a Youth Specialties conference a few years back, dressed completely in orange with a giant orange ring around his neck. No idea why. I felt it needed a picture.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Cathie and I watched the movie After the Sunset tonight with Selma Hayek, Pierce Brosnon and Woody Harelson. The movie takes place in the Bahamas, where we just were, and centers around a diamond heist taking place on the same ship we were just on, the Seven Seas Navigator. It's wild to see all of the places we were just at a few days ago, including the same tables, lounges, hot tubs, etc. Average movie, cool seeing that stuff.
View the Vacation Pictures here.
Cathie and I are back from vacation after having a great week. Not sure that anyone cares, but I'll document it here for my own records:
We left bright and early on Friday morning and our friend Marge helped make sure Cathie and I were able to sit together up in first class on the way down. Cathie's suitcase weighed in at a hefty 65lbs. We cabbed it over to our hotel, which was a beautiful resort right on the ocean, the Marriott Harbor Beach Resort and Spa. As nice as the hotel was, they nickel and dime you to death on everything over and above the room. When we got in, we called the kids and Emily told us that no one had shown up to watch her and that her big sister Madeline was babysitting her. We headed out that night to the Las Olas strip in Ft. Lauderdale, which is a great part of town filled with lots of great shops and resturants. We then headed over to the beach and checked out some of the bars and listened to some pheomenal bands.
We hung out on the beach the next morning. They had a million things you could do there, including a 'Weenie Ride', which it turns out is being pulled on a large inflatable thing in the water. We got to the cruise ship port, and there were people literally every 10 feet greeting us and pointing us to the next person 10 feet away, who also greeted us. As soon as we got on board we were greeted with Champange and began wandering around the ship. Our rooms were beautiful. Our room was were Ritz Carlton quality (check it out here), everything was beautiful. The bathroom was huge, the balcony was huge. We were greeted by a number bottle of champange on ice along with two liters of alcohol of our choosing, along with a fully stocked fridge, replinished daily. The funniest part of the day was the lifeboat musteirng, where we all had to put our life jackets on in the lounge and sit there listening to how to jump off the boat, get into life boats, etc. We were greeted that evening by a huge reception, with waiters bringing fresh rum punches every time our glass got half full.
We discovered the next morning how good room service can be. The night before, I'd filled out my room service card and selected anything that sounded remotely good. That morning we were greeted with a knock and a waiter wheeling a cart full of 15 different covered plates. We gorged ourself on the best of everything. We had a business meeting in the morning, which, for tax purposes, is basically a 2 hour recognition event for awards and what not. Cathie and I headed into Key West and did the standard tourist stuff: Frozen Choclate Covered Key Lime Pie, Picture at the southern-most-point, Hit the standard bars: Hog's Breath, Captain Tony's and Sloppy Joe's. After lunch, we took a chartered Catamaran out to go snorkeling in the reef. It was beautiful, just like a Jacque Cousteau episode. We saw millions of beautiful fish, including barracuda and shark. I got talking to the Captain of the boat, who was a 26 year old guy who'd lived down in Key West for four years after graduating from College in Cleveland and never left. His parents have pretty much given up on him doing anything meaningful, but he felt pretty content doing what he did, captaining a boat year round, doing what he loves. We went back, took a nap and got ready for dinner. The only downside for the whole ship was the dress code. My idea of relaxing is not getting dressed up. After 6, you had to have slacks and a collared shirt or sports coat. Sitting at dinner, hanging out with a couple of friends of ours, sipping wine and watching the sunset, I had this great feeling of contentment. We finished the night at the casino, Cathie won $100 at the slot machines and I lost hard at the blackjack and craps tables.
We started the next day off with another huge breakfast in bed and had a great day at sea. We hung out at the pool, I played ping-pong, hung out in the pool and enjoyed a few drinks. We had our big gala event that night where we got all dressed up, took pictures, had a big dinner and called it an early night, I think.
The next day we hit the Bahamas and I had a blast a the Straw Market, a collection of hundreds of native vendors selling crap. I loved the negotiation part of things, getting them down as cheap as possible. I bought a couple of fake rolexes, a necklace and some stuff for the kids. We went over to a bar, Senor Frog's, for drinks where we ran into a bunch of people from the cruise (as if we weren't getting enough booze on the cruise ship). I got roped into a beer drinking content, which turned into a monkey imitation contest, which I proudly won. One of my co-workers was kind enough to take video of the event and show it around at a cocktail reception that night to a number of our Senior VP's. We finished the evening off with another big dinner and after losing again the blackjack table, we called it an early night. We had to have our suitcases packed and ready to go at 11:00 that night, so we packed and went to bed.
The next day, we flew home. Pretty uneventful. We got home about the same that my brother Jon and Emily did. In good uncle fashion, he had taken Emily to the Detroit Zoo and Build-a-Bear.
Special thanks to Diana Kohne, Kathy Hannigan, Kasey Harmon, Mom and Dad Lebbon, Susan Mayes and Jon Kurt for all of their help with the kids while we were out of town! The kids had a blast with all of you and we couldn't have gone without you!
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Good article on Pope John Paul II and his love of Pop Culture, who Bob dubbed "The first Funky Pontiff".
mtv.com - News - Pope John Paul II: Friend Of Bono, Fan Of Pop Culture
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
I was reading the book The Divine Conspiracy this morning about prayer, which goes through prayer from every angle imaginable. The book gave some examples of how God changed his mind in examples with Hezekiah and Moses. Ok. The idea was that God is a God that can be prevailed upon by those who faithfully stand before him. Ok. Heard that before. And then I started thinking about my three year old Emily. Emily can ask me for something, even if my first inkling is to say no or do it a different way, I'm amazed at how often I end up saying yes. It's not because she presents me with the most logical or convincing argument, not because she phrases it a certain way. It's because I love her. Sometimes, I change my mind, just because I love her. I'm not saying I let her play with knives (most of the time) or let her do really short-sited stuff, but a lot of times when I do what she asks, it's simply out of love. I guess this is the best example that my brain can fathom as to why God answers my prayers, when I know he's infinite, all-knowing and way more logical and understanding of what's going on than I am. Not a deep philisophic reason, but I think I finally get it.
Monday, April 04, 2005
After my Cannon SD-50 Camera was dropped by one of my kids, I ended up having to buy a new camera, the Sony DSC-T1. I'd been looking at this camera for a long time, but couldn't justify getting it when I had a perfectly good one already (I must be slipping in my old age, because in the past I'd of figured out a way to justify it). This camera's phenomenal. It's got a huge screen, tiny profile, great optics, a USB 2.0 interface for fast tran sfer and best of all, it does 640x480 video, so it can double as a light-use video camera. The downside is that it uses Sony's funky memory sticks, which are expensive and proprietary. By far the best camera for the money.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
The namless individual on the left has volunteered to help Brad as he rehabs his shoulder in any way he can. His only stipulation: he won't help Brad wipe, but apparently spongebaths haven't been ruled out.
Not good. He didn't get up for a while. When he finally did, this is what had happened (note the differences in the shoulder):
We suggested that he slam his shoulder into the wall like Mel Gibson did in Lethal Weapon, but he wasn't up for it. After the game, Brad headed to the emergency room to get it taken look at. He ended up with a Grade 3 Acromioclavicular Joint Separation. That's not good. He's going in for surgery on Monday.
It's even worse if it happens to you when you're 51. Way worse if you're looking forward to a big season of riding behind your brand new mastercraft Wakeboarding boat: