Thursday, August 16, 2007

Chanandelor Bong

There has been a request for me to clarify what it is that I do with my time from 8am to 5 pm each day. Since I don’t often receive requests, as I am not a top 40 radio station, several questions came to mind. Do I just tell them? Am I so easy that I give in when asked? Isn’t a little mystery fun? How does someone not know what a chamber does?

Hmmm…sure. Yes. Sometimes. They don’t own a business. What can I say, I like to be the center of attention.

So here I am sitting at my desk in a yet-to-be-remodeled office wondering how I explain what I do and realize it must be not much since I have time for this. Solis is found quickly though since I’ve wedged you in between meetings.

I am the Executive Vice President of the El Dorado Chamber of Commerce until January 1, 2008 when I become the Executive Director. What’s the difference? Nothing, except for a few letters and the semantics of a community development organization divesting, my job will be the same. It’s a story so long and boring I’m yawning just typing about NOT telling it you. It has none of the action and adventure of the honeymoon story, which I would be glad to regale now. Ok, put your computer monitors down I was just kidding.

I hear Kara saying, “Great, so what do you do?”

As defined in our bylaws: “The EVP will serve as the chief administrative and executive officer.” So I’m the CEO and CAO (which is the CFO, COO, Director of HR, and everything else).

I hear Kara saying, “Great, so what do you do?”

I run the day to day operations of the Chamber. I hire, I fire, I set salaries, I preside over 15 committees, I call on businesses to make them feel loved, I drive membership, I cut ribbons and shovel dirt, I organize new programs (young professionals, monthly Chamber meetings), I help new businesses form business plans, find funding and locations, I’m the dog and pony show at the annual meeting, I represent the business community to the city, state, and federal government, produce and write 3 pages a month for the newsletter (which we might just produce our own little deal, so you could add publisher to my list).

How’s that for a run on sentence?

This covers about 70% of it. Basically, I’m a pretty busy boy these days and I apologize for neglecting my cyber fans. Without you I might be able to fit my head through a door jam without turning it, and what fun would that be? Oh, and our Mac crapped out so when we get that back I’ll put the G-man’s 9 month pics up…even though he’s now 10 months.

And finally, raise your hand if you know what the title means.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Quick Hit

I got the job in El Dorado!! We don't have internet in the office until Wed...which means Fri. When we do I'll update more and load Gabe's 9 month pictures.

Till then.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Might as Well Have Been in a Coma

I know, I know. It’s been way to long since I have posted. I took a hiatus from writing to start my film directing/editing/sound-mixing career that I won’t ever get paid for either. With family far away I wanted to see how engrossing it would be to make a montage of the G-Man once a month…yeah, I’ll be doing them every other month…maybe once a quarter. You can see online in a little bit, so check back, I’ll warn you though, it’s 34 minutes long. I totally understand why movies take a year to edit. Selecting the soundtrack alone took a week.

On the job front, Sarah has started free-lancing fulltime for a company called Ensignal. They sell Verizon and Dish Network stuff. She does all of their in-store signage and newspaper ads. I’m not sure how many stores they have, but they’re in five states. I also don’t know that “free-lance” is the right word since she works a 40-hour week out of their office, but what do I know? That's what they're calling it anyway.

Anyway, I started teaching at the refinery just in time to get a second interview with the El Dorado Chamber, an offer from Wal-Mart (yes, you read that right), and an offer from Green Lantern Carwash (I know this all sounds strange, but for what they pay assistant managers I'd wash the damn cars myself…with my tongue…in track shorts if necessary). When it rains, it pours.

I’m really hoping for the Chamber thing to work out. It’s for the Executive Vice President slot, so it would put me well on my way in the Chamber industry. El Dorado is where Sarah and I took the Michigan folks when they came out to see us. There’s a good recap here: ryanandkarat.blogspot.com.

Gabe is amazing. He’s crawling all over the place, pulling up to furniture and walking along it, got his first hair cut and is saying Mama, Baba, and still looks at Ali and yells Ahhh…EEE. And Ali comes. He has started to go to daycare and he doesn’t seem to mind it. He goes to an at-home provider that Hunter (Amy and David’s little girl) goes to.

For those of you who know me maybe a little too well, the answer is yes…I’m listening to Christmas music right now. I know…it’s a sickness.

It's in his blood...today we watched CSPAN1 for most of the day.

Monday, May 07, 2007

Kansas Konfessions



More of an FYI than an update. Sarah has decided to enter the blogosphere. She wanted to post on here *gasp*, when I stopped laughing I told her to start her own. It turned out pretty well and now I'm going to have to change my look...eventually. Without further to-do:

Kansaskonfessions.blogspot.com

Thursday, April 19, 2007

The First of Many Father/Son Heart to Hearts

As a stay at home Dad your opportunities for conversation are limited. So far I have resisted the urge to talk to the dog, at least for any length of time, and most conversations with Gabe end up with a competition of who can babble incoherently the loudest (I’m up 74 to 62) or me only using the syllable "DA". This of course is because as his primary caregiver I'm offended and slightly hurt that he is able to produce the syllable "MA" and "AL", though his use is suspect.

His latest trick is he likes to flap his gums and not say anything. Sure, like father like son you say, but I mean he doesn’t make a sound. This of course is partially my fault as I like to speak to him like I’m a poorly dubbed martial arts film. You know, where the ninja speaks for two minutes but only manages to say three words in English. This is partially his fault because he laughs real hard when I do it.

On Tuesday Gabe and I drove to Wichita for a Career Fair. I figured it was time for the G-Man to learn the value of a dollar and start earning his keep around here. As I was getting gas on the way home something began going off in my suit pants. I stuck my head through the window and told Gabe.

"I think someone's put a duck in my trousers."

"Well, let it go before you get into the car, daddy. It would be the humane thing to do."

"I don't think I'll be able to just let it go here. I think I'm going to have to sit down and lure it out."

"Ah. With water, perhaps? Ducks like water."

"Yes. I think if I sit down near water I ought to be able to coax it down."

The duck quacks.

"Would a small body of water do? In a ceramic receptacle?"

"Yes, but I can’t very well leave you here while I locate one.”

“Sure you can. Just leave it running and put me in the driver’s seat, no one will notice.”

“Fat chance.”

We hurry home.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Because Everyone Else Is

Well, everyone else has put pictures up of their kids and Gabe was feeling left out. So, since I'm a push over for a human that can't speak, here ya go:Disclaimer: His bib is neither all inclusive or prohibitive of love of others. See, I paid attention in law school.

Yes, that is my belly behind him. And yes, those are matching shirts. I could tell you that I was upstairs dressing while his mother picked out his shirt and dressed him down stairs, but you wouldn't believe me anyway.

GaberMiester in the hood yo. Hat cocked and ready to roll...albeit a little deer in headlights.

Well there ya go. Cute little sucker. Peer pressure apparently never goes away.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Open Letter to the Buurstra's

If you haven't checked out Buurstra + Buurstra, or you don't know who the Buurstra's are, reading thier blog first would help this make more sense. I originally wrote this as a comment to one of Julie's posts about becoming a first time mom and I'm too lazy to write something new for you folks (can you feel the love?), so here it is:

Jules,

That nervousness you feel now is nothing compared to the gut-wrenching realization you come to when your family leaves from helping you get back on your feet and it is just you, the mop top boy who knocked you up, and little peanut sitting in a house that suddenly feels so big because you feel so small and unworthy to be holding such perfection in yours hands.

You are responsible for this life.

YOU, whose Cheer’s escapades will go unmentioned here. YOU, whose husband’s love of Johnny Cash karaoke, is only superseded by his adoration of you. YOU, who throws parties that the cops show up to, have been given the responsibility to raise a child.

Oh sure, it's all roses when you have a nursing staff at the push of a button or Grandma is there to make dinner and change diapers. Their time to go will come and then it's up to you.

I know I know, “This isn’t making me feel much better, thanks Jeff”. The good news is that the feeling doesn’t last very long, even shorter when you realize that God gave this responsibility and he wouldn’t have given it to you if you couldn’t handle it.

You can handle it and will do so masterfully.

Hey, if I can be a stay at home dad you have nothing to worry about. We’re talking about a guy who was looking into boarding schools for infants…when I realized they had such things and they are called orphanages I knew I would have to suck it up and figure this thing out as I go.

Not that it has matured me any. I have been known to place Gabe behind his steering wheel contraption so he can “drive the boat” as I play Rapala Fishing on the ol’ PlayStation2. So go easy on Pete if he doesn’t cut his hair and start wearing suits, because having a baby doesn’t change who you are (i.e. Kurt…2 sons later and the only change is he drinks Labatt instead of Red Dog…and still gets carded), but it does make you watch what you say…I’m looking at you Kara Telman…potty mouth.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

When You Know it is Time to Go Back to Work

When you become a stay at home dad there are many things you begin to notice, like what the different noises emitting from your son's mouth mean and how the volume and timbre of said noises can change its meaning. Yet there comes a point where your child becomes ever so slightly independent and other things begin to exert their presence, like the house needs to be cleaned, the blog needs updating, and just how much PBS you are watching.

When you are so single mindedly focused on one thing it comes as a shock to the system when the outside world starts to creep back in. It's almost like sensory deprivation and when your senses begin to recover it's as if you are seeing things for the first time. Unfortunately the scope in which I can explore these epiphanies is limited as the boy is still in need of 98% of my collective attention.

I've always watched a lot of TV, but over the last 4 months my consumption has increased exponentially. When you spend so much time at home in front of the TV patterns start to emerge, like take “24” for instance. There is an ongoing crisis that only Jack can resolve. To know how/where to solve it Jack must torture or rough up (this is a kinder, gentler blog) someone to get the info. Someone gets shot (usually by Jack) and the crisis is averted for that “hour”. Then they close the show by foreshadowing next week’s crisis. Every week.

Yet this isn’t the appropriate viewing material for an infant so we find ourselves watching a lot of HippyTV (PBS), a smidge of FOX News (while not always baby friendly the kid needs a balance to all the “spirit of the tree” crap), and of course the classics on Cartoon Network.

Really, is there anything better than Warner Brothers cartoons? Where else can you find a rabbit being hunted to “O Fortuna”, or singing opera, or a rooster playing “Morning Mood” instead of crowing? This is where the most patterns start to occur. Now before you start thinking I’ve gone all “A Beautiful Mind” on you, know that I didn't write these, but ever since I've read them they're all I think about while hunting sillwy wabbits. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you:

The Cartoon Laws of Physics

Cartoon Law I
Any body suspended in space will remain in space until made aware of its situation. Daffy Duck steps off a cliff, expecting further pastureland. He loiters in midair, soliloquizing flippantly, until he chances to look down. At this point, the familiar principle of 32 feet per second per second takes over.

Cartoon Law II
Any body in motion will tend to remain in motion until solid matter intervenes suddenly. Whether shot from a cannon or in hot pursuit on foot, cartoon characters are so absolute in their momentum that only a telephone pole or an outsize boulder retards their forward motion absolutely. Sir Isaac Newton called this sudden termination of motion the stooge's surcease.

Cartoon Law III
Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter. Also called the silhouette of passage, this phenomenon is the specialty of victims of directed-pressure explosions and of reckless cowards who are so eager to escape that they exit directly through the wall of a house, leaving a cookie-cutout-perfect hole. The threat of skunks or matrimony often catalyzes this reaction.

Cartoon Law IV
The time required for an object to fall twenty stories is greater than or equal to the time it takes for whoever knocked it off the ledge to spiral down twenty flights to attempt to capture it unbroken. Such an object is inevitably priceless, the attempt to capture it inevitably unsuccessful.

Cartoon Law V
All principles of gravity are negated by fear. Psychic forces are sufficient in most bodies for a shock to propel them directly away from the earth's surface. A spooky noise or an adversary's signature sound will induce motion upward, usually to the cradle of a chandelier, a treetop, or the crest of a flagpole. The feet of a character who is running or the wheels of a speeding auto need never touch the ground, especially when in flight.

Cartoon Law VI
As speed increases, objects can be in several places at once. This is particularly true of tooth-and-claw fights, in which a character's head may be glimpsed emerging from the cloud of altercation at several places simultaneously. This effect is common as well among bodies that are spinning or being throttled. A `wacky' character has the option of self-replication only at manic high speeds and may ricochet off walls to achieve the velocity required.

Cartoon Law VII
Certain bodies can pass through solid walls painted to resemble tunnel entrances; others cannot. This trompe l'oeil inconsistency has baffled generations, but at least it is known that whoever paints an entrance on a wall's surface to trick an opponent will be unable to pursue him into this theoretical space. The painter is flattened against the wall when he attempts to follow into the painting. This is ultimately a problem of art, not of science.

Cartoon Law VIII
Any violent rearrangement of feline matter is impermanent. Cartoon cats possess even more deaths than the traditional nine lives might comfortably afford. They can be decimated, spliced, splayed, accordion-pleated, spindled, or disassembled, but they cannot be destroyed. After a few moments of blinking self pity, they reinflate, elongate, snap back, or solidify. Corollary: A cat will assume the shape of its container.

Cartoon Law IX
Everything falls faster than an anvil.

Cartoon Law X
For every vengeance there is an equal and opposite revengeance. This is the one law of animated cartoon motion that also applies to the physical world at large. For that reason, we need the relief of watching it happen to a duck instead.

Cartoon Law Amendment A
A sharp object will always propel a character upward. When poked (usually in the buttocks) with a sharp object (usually a pin), a character will defy gravity by shooting straight up, with great velocity.

Cartoon Law Amendment B
The laws of object permanence are nullified for "cool" characters. Characters who are intended to be "cool" can make previously nonexistent objects appear from behind their backs at will. For instance, the Road Runner can materialize signs to express himself without speaking.

Cartoon Law Amendment C
Explosive weapons cannot cause fatal injuries. They merely turn characters temporarily black and smoky.

Cartoon Law Amendment D
Gravity is transmitted by slow-moving waves of large wavelengths. Their operation can be witnessed by observing the behavior of a canine suspended over a large vertical drop. Its feet will begin to fall first, causing its legs to stretch. As the wave reaches its torso, that part will begin to fall, causing the neck to stretch. As the head begins to fall, tension is released and the canine will resume its regular proportions until such time as it strikes the ground.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Quick and Dirty

A few pics of the G-man at 3.5 months. I'll update fully soon...no really, I will.





Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Not as Personal as One Sent in the Mail, but 13 cents Cheaper than the Buurstra’s

Ah the Christmas card blog. Nothing says you’re not worth 39 cents more efficiently. We even took a picture this year. Last year we had cards, this year we have cards and a picture…next year we may even get stamps…but let’s not fool ourselves, it will be at least 2008 before one of the three make it to your mailbox.
To get ourselves in the Christmas spirit we attended a concert last night in Wichita. For you Calvary folks, remember when Festival of Lights was just a concert with the orchestra, choir and 200,000 lights? You know when we had an orchestra and before it became a full-blown pageant/musical that became so over the top they had to start performing it every other year? Yeah, that was this concert. Not real flashy, but just enough Christmas music to choke an elf. This church has jumped on the “contemporary” (or as I call it, “Calvary’s Sr. High Sunday School”) service bandwagon and had a band that accompanied the orchestra.

Don’t get me wrong I don’t mind this…I actually enjoy it. It’s just when the band is a little too “Rock” it can be distracting. Close your eyes for a minute and picture this. (Ok, I understand the logistics of closing both eyes and still being able to read this so let’s try just one eye…now raise your hand if you closed both eyes before you realized the predicament this would put you in. There are three people reading this who are lying to themselves and those around them by not raising their hands…I saw those eyes close).

So, picture this if you will. A petite woman who obviously works out dressed in leather pants, a borderline “indecent for church” shirt, with rose colored sunglasses rocking out on a flaming axe (a guitar with flames on it) held up by a leopard print strap. Are you distracted yet? Now imagine that this woman is a spitting image dead ringer for Barbara Lang. Now how distracted are you? Kurt, pick your self up off the floor.

If I hadn’t been in the third row I wouldn’t have believed it. Knowing full well that Babs is 1200 miles away all the while staring her in the face is a bit unnerving. You try to concentrate on the kid’s choir. I love Barbara Lang. She is successfully making AARP eligibility the new 35, but “rocker momma” at a church Christmas concert is not something you would expect from her…at open mic night maybe.

Gabriel (Luke 1:19) had his 2-month shots yesterday morning and has been a little fussy today. Over all though he is doing well having fought off dual ear infections without so much as a whimper. He’s talking more and recently gave a lecture about the effects of subterranean nuclear testing on the North American earthworm…or may as well have since you can’t understand a thing that comes out of his mouth. He likes to sit up on your lap and look around and recently started standing, with help balancing of course.

Sarah is doing well. She’s mostly healed and is just a little sore when she moves too quickly. I think she really likes being a mom, less at 4am when she’s yelling at me, but neither of us could imagine our lives without Gabe. She is lobbying hard for me to find a job in Wichita, but we’ll see. I wouldn’t mind it but I just hate moving. I know, given my track record you’d never suspect it or at least figure I have it down to a science, but the thought of moving again is unpleasant.

Well, I hope this finds you well and that you have a great Christmas (or guilt-free Hanukkah Harvey) and a blessed New Year. I almost forgot! Did anybody else have to make a trip to their local post office for the privilege of picking up Pete and Julie’s Christmas card for the low low price of 13 cents, just to be disappointed there was no picture of a pregnant Julie inside? Yeah, so I foolishly did so yesterday…the busiest day of the year for the post office. Love you too.

Santa out.