Daily Archives: January 13, 2012

Ring Tones

When I was writing WIDOMTGB Part 2, I thought those that know me well may think it’s odd that I have a U-2 song to alert me my boss is calling, so – here’s a brief explanation of my ring tones.

I have special ring-tones for a few (very few) special people (don’t be offended if you’re not listed) in my life:

1. My wife…  currently it is set to “I See the Light” – from the Tangled soundtrack.
Why?  Not only because my wife is Rapunzel –

I am unashamed-ly in love with a Disney Princess.
Since she loves me back – yes, I can relate to the Disney version of a worthless thief turned prince charming.
But also because we both spent:

All those days chasing down a daydream,
All those years living in a blur…
All that time never truly seeing things the way they were,

until together we saw the light…

And it’s warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once everything is different,
Now that I see You.”

2. My Pastor & Assistant Pastor…  If these incredibly important people are taking the time to call a little guy like me – it is important.  And for me to speak to giants like these men, I must be prepared spiritually. (Sincerely – for those of few you that still don’t think I can be serious, I am)
The special tune that gets my mind on God is Casting Crown’s “Glorious Day”  What an awesome message:

Living He loved me
Dying He saved me
Buried He carried my sins far away!

The part I have on my phone though is:

Jesus came forth to
Be born of a virgin,
Dwelt among men,
My example is He.

Mainly because those two men also live that example…  I love them!

3. My boss…  I really do have a good boss.  BUT the special ring for his calls is to serve more as a warning than anything else –  To let me know:  Hey!  The DUTY is calling!  And so I chose:  “Beautiful Day”

Not for the lyrics or message per se.  Although I do think it has a good message:

 According to Bono, “Beautiful Day” is about “a man who has lost everything, but finds joy in what he still has.” – from Wikipedia’s “Beautiful Day” page

One reason is because I need the reminder that whatever he needs – it’s still a Beautiful Day.
Another reason is because I can’t help but be positive with the words “it’s a beautiful day” blasting from my hip.
The final reason is because when I answer I greet him with the words:  It’s a beautiful day!
So – whatever I may have done wrong (me?  never!) – whatever cuss words he is wanting to fling at me (he doesn’t ever do that really) – whatever bad news he may want to deliver…  He knows from the start he will have to beat my optimism into the ground first!

And I do believe, that automatically makes his day better.


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What I Did On My Thanksgiving Break (Part 2)

Oh yeah…  I almost forgot to continue this post.  Thank you to the throngs of folks that sent me requests to end the suspense and finish the saga.  It’s a good thing there were 3 spam comments on WIDOMTGB Part 1 – it reminded me I only got half way through sharing my vacation adventures.  We continue:

Day 6 – Nov. 29:  More Hunting!
Noah has yet to get his deer – poor kid.
So early we rise again.  To the faithful morning spot where a few days ago I successfully harvested (the PC way to say it) Elliot…

Poor fella doesn't look so right from the other side - malformed antler. But this side looks great!

I'm so proud I took this fella' out of the gene pool... Can't have too many lopsided deer running around.

This morning we don’t see a thing.  We sit there for a few hours until Noah calls it quits and we head to the house.  Where I promptly fall asleep.

Sleeping out there, be it in cabin or field, is just the best.  I almost like to sleep out there more than the actual hunting.

*Flashback to Fall Turkey Season 2010 – dreamy image – chimes sounding*
At the edge of a draw several yards apart are two blinds.  In the first is my friend and his nephew.  The second has me and my boy.  In an Elmer Fudd voice, “Shhh… we hunting tewkey.”   -kind of.

We got there early.  Got comfy.  Whispered for a while.  Got sleepy.  Sleepily passed out – both of us.
We wake up some time later and look to the field.  Just outside of shooting range are some turkey (or is it  turkeys?).  If we can just get them closer, we can take a couple home with us…

After what seems like hours of calling, and hoping, and praying the turkey walk off into the distance and all hope is gone.  We give up and head to the other blind.

“Why didn’t you shoot!?!” Is the friendly greeting.
“What do you mean?  They were just out of range,” I defend.
“No man!  They were right by your blind – I mean you could have almost reached out and grabbed one!”
“Really?!  That must have been when we were sleeping,” my boy exposes.
“Yeah – that explains it…  They were so close to your blind, when you didn’t take a shot we almost did – but then something spooked them and that’s when they were just out of range…”
The boy quickly jumps back in, “Oh!  That must have been dad’s snoring – it’s what woke me up too.”
*Dreamy image – chimes sounding – back to the future*

Early this afternoon we went back out…  this time look who’s sleeping:

My boy

Like father, like son.

No deer – I call it quits.  I got my deer Saturday, I’m good to go.

Later my friend and the boy decide to give it one last go – still a few hours of day light, maybe they can get Noah a buck.  Back to field they go.  No doubt they set up, get comfy, and nod off – until…

A scan of the field shows movement.  Just behind the tree line there’s a buck moving.  Stir the boy, get ready, adrenaline flows.  There’s more movement – in the middle of the field – what is it?  A coyote?  Nope – a bob cat.

Whispering, “Hey, Noah…  do you want a bobcat or a deer?”  My friend asks my boy.
“A deer.  Why, is there a bobcat?”
“Yeah, right in the middle of the field.  Looks like he’s looking for a deer too.”
After a few minutes of waiting and watching, “Noah, if that cat comes to us – I’m gonna’ have to shoot him.”
Noah gets curious, “I want to see him – where is he?”
“I’ve got him in my sights…”
“Well, can I see?”

The boy starts fidgeting trying to line the cat up in his scope.  But the cat lines him up first and starts creeping towards them.  My friend quickly explains to Noah that if the cat comes for them there will be a point where it’s going to be shoot the cat or become dinner – and he isn’t too interested in hand-to-paw combat with an adult bob cat.

The cat keeps coming.  50 yards.  My friend lines up his shot…  40 yards.  Closer the cat creeps.  30 yards.  Why doesn’t the cat just stop.

20 yards.  The deer are no doubt about to eat their Wheaties (har-de-har-har, it’s a wheat field they’re sitting near) for dinner!  15 yards…


The cat and deer retreat…  No blood, no trail, no trophy, no stuffed cat – BUT, on the bright side, my son didn’t become Meow Mix either.

Day 7… Through 11 – Nov. 30 & Beyond: Vacation?

We got back in town Tuesday night.  Ready for some lazy home time before going back to work Monday.  No big plans – and it’s a good thing too…  Because at 8:30 Wednesday morning my cell phone starts singing U-2’s “Beautiful Day.” (I’ll explain the ring-tone in this post over here) Which means my boss misses me…  Why is my boss calling half way through vacation?  Can’t be a good sign.

Yup…  life happens and the company will have to bar the doors if I don’t immediately spring into action and spare it from sudden destruction.  (Yes, that is totally laced with sarcasm – it was really not a big deal at all)

So I spend a few hours of each of the remaining days of my vacation either in person visiting my store, or on the phone with various members of the royal family taking care of business – overall it was a great vacation…

Learned a lesson, though –
While on vacation: Spend every possible minute far, far away from cell phone reception!


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