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One Last Bed Time Story…

I imagine more folks would read this if I had posted it directly to Facebook, but it’s a little long for a simple status update.

I read this tonight and it really resonates with me:

“If the tumor was inside the cord, there was a less than one chance in a million I would ever walk again.  But as long as I could move my feet, the operation could wait till the morning…  I stayed up all night, moving my feet and thinking.  I was thinking about what counted and what didn’t.

Having ten thousand acres didn’t count.
Having seven thousand head of cattle didn’t count.
Having thirty trucks and twenty tractors and seven combines didn’t count.
Having a $5-million-a-year agribusiness didn’t count.
The pleasure of writing million-dollar checks didn’t count.

My family counted…”
(Howard F. Lyman, A.KA. The Mad Cowboy)

After listening to the D.J. on the radio this morning tear up while talking about how his son is graduating and all he (the dad) could think about was how badly he just wanted to read his “little boy” ONE more bed-time story… 

And another dear friend suffering the loss of an unborn today…

Wow, is all I can say, with sappy tears rolling down my cheeks…

Time is short.

It’s high time that we awake out of sleep and start redeeming what time we do have!

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Posted by on May 17, 2012 in Musings

 

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Made For Each Other.

The weather was the same in both locations.
High in the upper 60’s, lows in the mid 50’s – slight wind, no rain. Close enough to average for the first day of autumn.  Uneventful from a meteorological standpoint.  Yet both of the women would be birthing a child before lunch.  The children were born just a few hours apart.  A few hours, and fifteen-hundred miles.  The first would be a boy, the second a girl.  The first in New Hampshire, the second in Oklahoma.
The date: Friday, September 22, 1978

Sixteen years later, in an orthodontist office in Oklahoma the boy from New Hampshire is looking at pictures of patients hung along the waiting room walls.  One of the frames holds a young girl.  She appears to be a year or two younger than he.  Hopefully not more than two-years younger, the boy would like to meet her.  She has a beauty that is deeper than the photographer’s talent.
“Hey, does she go to school with you?” The boy asks his friend, who is a couple of years younger.
“Never seen her,” his friend replies, “Besides – it’s a glamour shot, she doesn’t really look like that anyhow.”
The boy moves on.
The date: Fall/Winter 1994

It’s a typical school day for the boy, a Junior in high school.  Returning from lunch he sees a friend of his near her locker (a sophomore) and they visit.  A girl walks up – she is definitively pretty.  The girl has keys in her hand.  She shares a locker with his friend – must be a sophomore too.  He hasn’t met her yet.
The boy wants to talk to this pretty girl, so he asks:
“You drive?”
The pretty girl looks at the boy, jingles her car keys in his face before throwing them in the locker, and says: “You think?”
“And you’re a sophomore?”
“Yup,” and she turns and walks away.
The boy moves on.
The date: Spring 1995

The summer rolls around.  The boy cruises the town with a dead guy in the back seat (explanation some other time) and goes to a party with his friend.  The boy notices the pretty girl is at the party, but doesn’t have the guts to talk to her.  They share a friend or two – that’s close enough.
Summer comes, summer goes.
The boy moves on.
The date: Summer 1995

The boy starts his senior year.  He learns more about this pretty girl from their mutual friend.  He learns they share a birthday, and her name is Kim.
“Hey, why don’t the three of us go to lunch at Garfield’s today?”  The mutual friend asks.
“Naw, we don’t have the same lunch period.” The boy answers.
“So, we can today…  We’ll just skip a class.”
The trio goes to lunch.  They talk, the boy draws on the paper table-cloth.  He draws a waterfall with a rocky edge and an evergreen sprouting from the bank.  Kim draws a dog cartoon she is awfully proud of.  The boy is more impressed with her looks than with her artistic ability.
The girl has an attitude, too.
“You think (so-and-so) will be upset you’re at not lunch with him today?” The mutual friend asks the pretty girl.
“I don’t care, I’m having fun.  Besides, (so-and-so) doesn’t own me…” She fires back.
Sounds like Kim is taken.
The boy moves on.
The date: August 1995

September comes fast.  September is State Fair time, and birthday time.  The boy has two tickets to the rodeo and a concert he and his friend (with the braces) are going to.  The evening of the rodeo the friend cancels.  The boy calls another friend – busy.  And another – busy.  Then the mutual friend, she can’t go either.
“Why don’t you call Kim?”  She suggests.
“Naw…  I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t really know her.”
“You know me, I know her, I know you…  call her – she’d be happy I bet.”
“I don’t have her number.”
“I do…   Do you want me to call her for you?”
The boy calls Kim.  She is available and will be ready in twenty minutes.

After the fair, rodeo, and concert they’re hungry but most places were closed.  So the pair drive’s through Arby’s.  Kim is surprised – and a little argumentative – that the boy would buy her dinner.
Surprised himself, the boy asks, “Just what kind of guys do you date?”
“So this is a date?”
“Seems like it.”
They eat their Arby’s drive-through chicken finger platters and the boy brings her home.
In the drive way they awkwardly look at each other.
“I had a good time,” she concedes.
“Me too – good night, see you tomorrow.”
“Good night.”
The boy watches as the pretty girl unlocks the door and goes inside the house.
Then…
The boy moves on.
The date: September 1995

The boy and Kim become friends.  They both stay busy with work and school.  He works at a call center harassing people into buying Southwestern Bell’s “The Works” package.  She works as a front counter queen at Burger King.  They talk on the phone.  They visit at school.  They visit at each other’s houses.

One evening, sitting in the Kitchen at Kim’s house, she is flipping through a photo album.  There is a page with a glamour shot on it.  The boy looks at it and immediately his mind goes back to a orthodontist’s office, nearly a year past.  This is the same girl?  The pretty girl in the frame on the wall in the office, is the same girl sitting at the counter with him?
“When was that taken?”  The boy asks.
“After I had my braces off.  A few years ago…  The doctor gives each of his patients certificates to go to Glamour Shots after he is finished with their teeth.”
“Cool.”
The boy moves on.

Another such night, shortly thereafter, they decided to go to Wendy’s to grab some food.  After the burgers, Kim dropped the boy off in his drive way.  The two stand outside her car talking for a minute…
It doesn’t take long –
The boy moves in.

They kiss.  It lasts too long.
It’s official – the boy will not eat onions for years to come…
BUT, the boy is in love.
The date: Friday, October 13, 1995

Happy Valentine’s Day Kimberly.

 
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Posted by on February 14, 2012 in My Life

 

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Unplugged. (Reviewed)

Unplugged. (Reviewed)

So.  Last Thursday night the Pelletier family Unplugged.
It was a typical Pelletier Thursday night, almost…
Thursday night sans I-pod, sans Wii, sans DSi, sans cell phone, sans text messages, sans email, sans Facebook, sans WordPress, sans lap tops, sans radio (we already live sans TV).

It was like the whole SOPA/PIPA blackout, just for our family only…  and we attracted no national media attention on something that didn’t really black anything out (I used both Google AND Wikipedia that day).
Ho hum.

Games Played.
First game of the night was Skip-Bo.  A lengthy game – enjoyed by all, especially Dad (me) because he won.

Second (and final because it takes FORE-Ever!) game was the infamous Phase-10.

Because this game can take 2.675 years to play a single game, sometimes we play only the even phases, or odd phases, or play-the-phases-in-any-order-you-decide.  We decided to play the traditional phase 1 – 10 in sequence way of playing. Can you say Epic?

I particularly love Phase-10.  I win often, and I like winning.  Nurse Sonshine on the other hand doesn’t share my enthusiasm – she seems to hate it when I win…  However, this past Thursday evening, I got stuck on phases 5, 6, and 8 – I never got past 8.  Sonshine led most of the game, but the boy rallied on the last two hands of the game to steal the victory.

Needless to say, Sonshine is still not fond of Phase-10.

***The youngest did not join us in the games, but spent her time munching (see below) and climbing all over me, playing with my hair – – – It’s amazing what that kid can do with 1 princess comb, 2 pink hair bows, and 1 captivated father.

Food Consumed.
Despite the little teaser at the end of the Unplugged post, we did not make it a vegan night.
Here is a list of what we ate:
1 crock pot of Balsamic Chicken (Wooo!  Good stuff!)
2 bags of Pop Weaver popcorn
4 Valentine Fun Dips
1/2 package of Oreo Double-Stuffed Heads or Tails cookies
3 Fun sized Sweet Tarts
2 Fun sized Bottle Caps
3 glasses of Sweet Tea
2 bottles of Sam’s Choice Water
2 glasses of Milk
2 pouches of Capri Sun

I’m not saying who ate what.  BUT I will say I stayed under my prescribed calorie count for the day.

“Missed” Media.
For the five-hours I was restrained from media consumption, here is what was “missed”…
2 text messages
2 phone calls
1 voice mail
5 emails
2 WordPress notifications
1 Facebook notification

I was surprised by the low numbers…

Tonight I received 5 text messages, 3 WordPress notifications, 4 Facebook notifications, and 4 emails just during the two hours I spent at church.
I do believe maybe the Unplugged post helped to communicate the “leave-me-alone” message.

Disclaimer: I did not check any of my notifications during church!
And NONE of them were from folks in the church family.

Aftermath.
Friday evening when I got off work, Iddy Giddy (the male child) immediately asked:

“Dad, can we do the Amish thing again tonight!?”

So, while we failed to attract national media attention (which would have been ridiculous and not part of the plan), we did attract our children’s attention!

…And they are a bit more important to me.

 
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Posted by on February 13, 2012 in My Life

 

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Unplugged.

Unplugged.

For sometime now I’ve been meaning to take one night per week to have an old-fashioned Amish family night.
Not really Amish – I’ll allow electric lights, and if we must leave the house we will drive the Town & Country (although a horse and buggy would be a notch higher on the ‘cool’ scale).  I think this will be the week it happens – Thursday.

SO…  I am determined to make Thursday our UNPLUGGED night.

What will Thursday Unplugged look like at the Pelletier home?
It will NOT look like this:

Really!?!  If Megadeth unplugs is there any sound at all???
Or this:

And – definitely not this:

I bet their parents are so proud!  “How’s Billy, you ask?  Oh that boy, he is one of those Sick Puppies!!!”
And I’ll have to beg your mercy on this tasteless pun insertion:

Our unplugged night better not look like that.
While looking for images for this post I also found this…

Now…  I love Jesus and am not ashamed of it – BUT I have two issues with this shirt:
1.  When Jesus unplugs you it tends to be a permanent thing…  I’m not quite ready for that.
2.  They spelled unplugged as unpluged…  How can you mass produce a t-shirt with a typo on it?
Unless they really meant it as “pluge” –
Wikipedia (Google’s informative cousin) educated me as to what a pluge is –

In television, picture line-up generation equipment (PLUGE or pluge) is equipment used to generate greyscale test patterns in order to adjust the black level and contrast of a picture monitor.

I suppose that could work, (Jesus takes the grey out of life’s decisions!) but then the design doesn’t make sense.  It should have something like this on it:

Oh!  I found a third issue with the shirt –
3.  It’s short-sleeved…

Our unplugged night will look more like this:

Can I get an amen?!?!
Thursday night…  how about no I-pod, no Wii, no DSi, no cell phone, no text messages, no email, no Facebook, no WordPress (sorry), no lap tops – maybe, just maybe, no radio (we already have no TV).

What, oh what will ever we do?!?!
Twiddle our thumbs?  Sit in silence and stare at each other?
I think not…  play pool (not the water kind, the billiard kind), play Clue, play Phase 10 – read the Word together a little more than usual, pray together a little longer than usual.

I cannot wait!
(seriously)

Oh!  One last thing…  I found this for my vegan friends (yes…  I have more than one):

 
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Posted by on February 8, 2012 in Musings

 

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We Don’t Have Any Rules!

We Don’t Have Any Rules!

The memory is fuzzy because this was several years ago and I wasn’t actually there.

My mom had come to stay at the house while the wife and I escaped to some secluded place for tired moms and dads.  (I wish I could remember where it was, because I do believe we would find our way back again!)  When we returned my mom had a couple experiences to share with us…

The first being that, she thought, maybe we should lighten up on our skinflint ways just a tad as it was affecting our children.  Apparently my mother had left a light on and left the room.  Soon she heard our son, using his most exasperated voice, say:

“Memere – Do you think we own the electric company!?!?”

Yes…  Yes, he said that… to MY mother…
She did go turn the light off.

But the second, is the topic of this post.
My daughter (youngest child at the time) had gone to the refrigerator to get a drink.  I think it was mid-morning – after breakfast but before lunch.
My mother, being a caring memere, asked, “Are you supposed to be getting in there?”
To which my daughter with frustration, hurt feelings, and teary eyes – replied:

“But memere, we don’t HAVE ANY rules here!” 

Personally, I think there had to be other situations the previous night and that morning in which memere’s rules were a bit more restrictive than mom & dad’s rules…  but who knows?

One thing I want to be clear on though – We HAVE rules.
Rules are necessary and good.
We just don’t package them as rules.  We’ve tried to package them as principles.
Kind of how I think God intended it to be done.
It’s more about the “Whys” and the “Hows” than the “Whats” and the “Whens.” – maybe?

 
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Posted by on January 21, 2012 in My Life

 

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Meet My 400 Pound Bald-Headed Wife…

Here is what I was doing on Facebook the other day:

That there is a whole lot of woman to love!

(You should see some of the stuff I DON’T post!)
Yes, I have been known to describe my wife in such a way…  here’s how it started:

Really...  I told a few others too!

True Story, No Lie - That lady was R-U-D-E!

Notice only 4 people like this part while 9 people like the original post…
Seriously, I told my wife what I had said about her the same day I said it – honestly.
I let her know about it for a few reasons:

  1. I don’t keep any secrets from my better half…
  2. It was way too funny not to share…
  3. I figured one day this lady would tell on me.
And each time I pulled this stunt on someone else, I let my wife know also – but there was no time nearly as fun as that first time.

Besides – here’s how I really feel:

I'm for REAL!

Yup, I mean it - because she is A-MA-ZING!

Now I’ve got to say that I am still (after nearly 15 years of marriage) absolutely head-over-heals in love with my wife!  And 100 years from now I think I will still feel the same way about her.

I love to tell people that we are madly & passionately in love with each other – I’m the passionate one & she’s the mad one!

Seriously we were made for each other – we were both born on the same day…
Which really flipped the customs officer out when we were returning from a cruise one time.

AND, we’re a match made in heaven – we were born again on the same day too!
(Not the same day as our birthday’s…  a different day)

To top it all off we both got married on the same day too!  Imagine that!

I admire my wife for all the roles she plays in our lives.  She does it all – and I mean all.
We’ve got a gaggle of mini-us’ that she educates from the house.  A house which she keeps spotless at all times… with a gaggle of children running around.  She feeds us and feeds us well!  (I’ve gained nearly 100 pounds since we’ve been married)  An incredible cook!  She’s just as much as a tight-wad with our money as I am (more so actually).  In the past year or so she took up this whole couponing business and has maintained our feeding habits on half the budget.  She is always on time for everything, and we stay active!  Any of my crazy adventures – camping, hunting, fishing, road trips, etc. – she gets “excited” about…  All of our church activities she’s with me 100%…

Man!  I need to give her a kiss real quick – y’all hang on!

Okay – and she’s beautiful to boot!
Here’s a real picture:

Oops... this is after dark!

Wrong one!  I meant:

The real her!

That’s closer anyhow…  Much closer.  My wife’s hair is to her ankles.  Everywhere we go people want to touch it.  Since I started charging $1 for each person to touch it we will be able to send our children to college with no student loan debts…  Take that Dave Ramsey!

Now for the real reason for this post:
My wife started a blog today!
I have been trying to get her to blog for well over a year.  People are always asking how she manages this, and that…  I think she should share it with the world…  Why not!?!?

So, after she shared one of my posts (click to read – I dare you) on her Facebook – and I showed her where my site stats went way up…  even though I had already posted it to Facebook, she decided maybe she could do it!

Now that you’ve read this far – Here it is, you must click it!
http://repunzelsramblings.wordpress.com/2012/01/15/hello-world/

 
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Posted by on January 16, 2012 in My Life

 

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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…

BANG!

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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Posted by on January 13, 2012 in My Life

 

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