Once again, Santa came. Amazing. Sometimes I wonder if he really pays attention throughout the year, or if he is just very forgiving.
Grandson got a "Guitar Hero" game. He is really quite good at that game. Late in the afternoon, my bride, my daughter, grandson, and I were huddled around the game -- each with a different part to play -- yes a regular rock "band." Grandson was good. The rest of us were very marginal, but he was very patient with us as we tried to learn. For those of us of a mature age, there is nothing easy about that game
Our renditions of "Hotel California," "Beat It," and "Eye of the Tiger" were just barely recognizable -- at the "easy" level. We actually made it all the way through the last one without getting cut off by the game.
But, we had a good time.
Merry Christmas to all.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
An Enjoyable Evening
Last night, our high school freshmen had their end-of-season football banquet. Grandson was among those joining in the celebration.
Eating was done. Some awards were given. A song was sung. An appropriate speech was given. Videos were played. A good time was had by all. But, the best thing in my opinion was seeing the relationship that had developed between the coach and his players. It was pretty good. The kids liked him, respected him, and enjoyed playing for him. The team also won two-thirds of their games.
I am very appreciative of the work that the coaches and players did and the way they conducted themselves.
Eating was done. Some awards were given. A song was sung. An appropriate speech was given. Videos were played. A good time was had by all. But, the best thing in my opinion was seeing the relationship that had developed between the coach and his players. It was pretty good. The kids liked him, respected him, and enjoyed playing for him. The team also won two-thirds of their games.
I am very appreciative of the work that the coaches and players did and the way they conducted themselves.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Good lesson here if only we could see it.
I will refrain from adding to this. I got it from a friend of mine via email.
A young couple moves into a new neighborhood. The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside.
'That laundry is not very clean', she said. 'She doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap.
Her husband looked on, but remained silent. Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments.
About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband:'Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this?'
The husband said, 'I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows.'
A young couple moves into a new neighborhood. The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside.
'That laundry is not very clean', she said. 'She doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap.
Her husband looked on, but remained silent. Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments.
About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband:'Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this?'
The husband said, 'I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows.'
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Do I hear what you say?
So, this past Wednesday, I missed a lunch date with a couple of my buddies. I was real sure that the guy who called me said that we were eating at Eatery A on the river. I heard Eatery B on the river. I missed the date.
A few years ago at an out-of-town track meet, we coaches were cleaning up our site after the meet --picking up stuff that our kids (yes, high schoolers) had left behind.
I picked up a shoe box (this piece of information is real important) full of CDs and was carrying it back to the bus. One of our runners came running down the sidewalk and stopped me to say. "Those are my CDs." That's not what I heard. I heard, "Those are my shoes." So, I responded, "No, these are compact disks."
The boy just stared at me.
A few years ago at an out-of-town track meet, we coaches were cleaning up our site after the meet --picking up stuff that our kids (yes, high schoolers) had left behind.
I picked up a shoe box (this piece of information is real important) full of CDs and was carrying it back to the bus. One of our runners came running down the sidewalk and stopped me to say. "Those are my CDs." That's not what I heard. I heard, "Those are my shoes." So, I responded, "No, these are compact disks."
The boy just stared at me.
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