Question of the Day

After a day of driving I’m too tired to write much but I do have the following question.

Why don’t trucks hauling helium float?

 

Currently Playing: "Feeling Good" from "Six Feet Under, Vol. 2: Everything Ends" by Nina Simone

I Hate Steven Singer

Well it took 8 hours to go from Highlands, NJ on the Jersey shore to New Scranton, PA, which is near the eastern border of Pennsylvania, just south of Pittsburgh. About a quarter of this time was spent sitting in traffic and inching our way through Philadelphia. As I sat in traffic talking to my mother-in-law, I looked up to see a billboard with the following message:

I thought “Man, that’s harsh.” What could this guy have done that was so bad that someone would spend the money for a billboard proclaiming their dislike for him. Well, I just Googled “i hate steven singer” and came up with the link http://www.stevensingerjewelers.com. Apparently it is a local Philly jeweler and here is their explanation of the unusual slogan.

The Original "I Hate Steven Singer" Customer

20 years ago a gentleman purchased a gorgeous diamond engagement ring from Steven Singer Jewelers to propose to his girlfriend. She loved it, and said "Yes, I'll marry you!" However, she would have to wait two decades and have two grown children before he would surprise her again with a beautiful diamond ring to celebrate their 20th wedding anniversary. She was so excited by the ring, she gave her husband more than a thank you. Exactly nine months later the couple came to the store to tell Steven about their new baby. The wife proclaimed, "I love Steven Singer!" The man responded, "Here we go again. We're up all night with feedings and diaper changes. I HATE STEVEN SINGER!"

So why do men HATE Steven Singer?
Because women LOVE him...and his diamonds.

What else is there to say on that one. Good Night.

 

 

Currently Playing: "Universal Heart-Beat" from "Current Vision" by Juliana Hatfield

A Tale of Two Families

It’s amazing how much you can get used to a certain level of family dynamics. I am from a family of 5 (Mom, Dad and 3 boys). Evelyn is an only child but she was raised with her 10 aunts and uncles. Evelyn and I live a very quiet life. An occasional night out with friends which involves a nice quiet conversation. An occasional visit to or from my family which results in a modest level of conversational buzz. An even less occasional visit to her family in New Jersey which results in a level of conversational buzz which can defy description. Imagine recordings of a Broadway musical, rush hour traffic, and a chainsaw playing all at the same time.

I have been married into her family for 26 years now and the drastic change in dynamics is still a shock to my system. My family and I are relatively quiet, my brothers and I are usually sitting back listening and observing the interactions going on in the room. Evelyn’s family is the interaction. Loud, boisterous, high-energy, and right in the middle of everything. It usually takes me a day or two to get used to the changes and and a couple of days to recoup after a visit. Don’t get me wrong, I love them all and would do anything for them and I know they would do the same for me.

I had met Evelyn’s mother, grandmother and 1 aunt before our wedding. I later met another aunt, uncle and cousin a few months after the wedding. Meeting them in small groups gave me no warning or preparation for meeting the whole family. Our 1st visit to NJ was in 1985, about 2 /12 years into our marriage. We were there for her aunt Laura’s wedding. We arrived at her Uncle Robert’s house where the entire family had gathered. Her mother, grandmother, 10 aunts and uncles and uncountable numbers of cousins, 2nd cousins and life long friends were all there. I was terrified as I sat at the kitchen table surrounded by her family answering questions just so they could hear my Texas accent. It was like an anthropological study. Two separate species studying each other. Me, enthralled by such a large family dynamic and a culture I was unfamiliar with and them, enthralled by a quiet person with an accent they had rarely heard outside of a motion picture.

That was then. Now, we are like old friends who meet up after years apart. Every time we get together, we pick up right where we left off the last time. No poking and prodding, no studying. Just one big happy family, although I’m still the quiet one.  

That brings me to today, we are in NJ again. We flew in yesterday and it has been a whirlwind visit already. The car service took us from the airport straight to the her Aunt Laura’s restaurant. It was déjà vu all over again. A crowded restaurant full of energy and commotion. We’re here to take my mother-in-law back home to live with us. We’re driving back. It should be a great adventure. A drive across the country to start a new life with a family of 3 instead of 2.

We leave tomorrow morning. 1700 miles to go.

I’ll keep you posted as long as I can find a wi-fi connection.

 

Currently Playing: "Supply and Demand" from "Supply and Demand" by Amos Lee

As luck would have it....

I wrote earlier about my adventures while trying to enroll in a digital photography class. Well, as luck would have it, someone canceled at the last minute and I do mean the last minute. Carol  from the Bemis School of Arts called me at home at about noon on Tuesday, January 27th which was the first day of the class. Someone had canceled from the 6:30pm class and she needed to know if I was still interested. "Of course", I said, "That's great! I'll be there."

Great! I came home from work on Friday afternoon with a mild cold which had quickly blossomed into bronchitis and the flu by Saturday morning. I hadn't been out of the house since. In 4 days, the extent of my activity had been to climb out of bed, stumble downstairs and collapse into the recliner where I stayed. Evelyn, my wonderful wife, made sure I was well medicated, hydrated and fed. I barely keep my eyes open enough to comprehend the images burring across the TV screen. By the way, daytime TV sucks.

But, there was an opening in the class. The class I had braved a snow storm to enroll in. The class I had joined the Fine Arts Center to get a better shot at. The class I thought I would have to wait until the summer or fall before I could get in. Of course, I was going. Flu, be damned!

So I gathered up my strength, showered and dressed for the first time since Saturday morning. Yes, I know, eeew! I then gathered up my camera equipment and Evelyn drove me to the school. I trudged up the stairs, entered the class room, found a chair and propped myself up against the nearest wall and tried to focus on the instructor.

My god, that was one of the longest 2 hours of my life. Don't get me wrong, I love the class but between stifling coughing fits, wondering if I would fall out of my chair from lightheadedness, of just pass out from the fever, I couldn't wait for it to end so I could go back home a climb into bed.

And that's just what I did. I slept all night and most of the next day.

I have since been to another class and on a field trip. Both were great and I am learning a lot.

Check out the photos from my first assignment below.

 

 

 

I was listening to Devil by Staind while writing this.