A Revelation

Ok...so this is a long time in coming. I usually can't figure out what to say. My world consists of caring for an infant and a 2 year old, along with many animals of various temperments and ages, answering the Crisis Line every Wednesday morning (though I wish I was doing nights again), and going to MOPS two Tuesday mornings a month. Since I have nothing profound to write about, I forget my password. Doug reset it for me last night. Lucky you.

Anyway, if I was able to get into this thing sooner, you would have been able to read this the morning I thought about it. But then you wouldn't have gotten this wonderful color commentary on my limited sphere of existence and bad memory. Ok...so you've been suffering through my blah-blah-blahs, and this is going to be anticlimatic, but my husband and mother will enjoy it:

I was changing Jericho's diaper and started thinking (I can hear Doug now: Oh no!). We had just been talking about Gabriel and how smart he seems to be. The words he comes up with, comments that are two complete sentences in length, counting to 14, differentiating between a square and a rectangle. I really wish I could introduce him to my high school Geometry teacher, Mrs. Jumper. She had the personality perfect for working with young kids and would love to teach my kid math. I often show Gabriel Donald in Mathemagic Land in her honor. This teacher, God love her, tutored me before and after school to get me through her class. Thus my comment to Doug that I thank God every day that Gabriel got his brains and not mine. Doug can deny this all he wants, but he's the genius. It certainly isn't me.

That is when it occurred to me: the clean-cut, all-American boy look isn't what I'm most attracted to...it's brains. Ask my mother and she will tell you who my high school crush was. Dan Olson may have been fun, clownish, good-looking (a redhead), a good cook (I was in Home Ec with him), and the first-string receiver on the football team, but he was also the president of the National Honor Society. He had the 4.0 or better to prove it, too. Doug took AP classes in high school and graduated with a 4.0, I'm sure. He can get nearly a 4.0 in college without having enough time to put into it. And, along with all the brains, I got a great guy, too. I think I made a good choice.

At the Hotel Sunday Night

I arrived at the hotel, finally, at 8:00 tonight. Funny, Mapquest said it was an 8-hour drive, but ten hours later, I am finally (NOT) at home at the hotel. This place is like a ghost town. Judging by all the hunting-related signs, this place must get a lot of hunters. There are signs in the hotel room to the hunters to not use the nice white towels to clean the dogs or their shoes or grimy hands, to clean their firearms, etc. Where the hunters are today, I cannot say. but they are definitely not here. There are about ten cars in the parking lot, but room for, I don't know, maybe a hundred or more.

It was -4 degrees when I left the house this morning, but during the drive, the temperature steadily climbed, and it is 12 degrees above zero here in the middle of South Dakota. I packed all my food in the cooler, and what wouldn't fit there, I put in a plastic bag in the bed of the truck. There is a topper, mind you. I was surprised to find out that the bottles of soda were frozen solid, along with the ham and everything else. Fortunately, the lettuce in the cooler didn't freeze or I would be bummed. By the way, the food I brought with me is so that I have something healthy to eat, instead of eating fast food or the same old franchise dinners. Besides, that is too expensive! I am going to log off, but thought I would mention that there isn't a microwave in the room, so I am warming my sandwich by putting it on a plate on top of the lamp. It fits perfectly on top of the lighted (and toasty warm) lampshade. You know, when I am roughing it out here in the wilderness of central South Dakota, I need to improvise, so I don't go hungry. =) Besides, ham is not that good to eat with ice crystals in the middle of it.

It looks like we will be here with some South Dakota Gaming Commission personnel and various other people, maybe from casinos and the company, too. The good news is that I get to go home on Wednesday, barring the unforeseen. As a quick aside to Heather: A few inches of snow on the ground here, not shin-deep snow like at home.

Good night, folks. Back to Heather now... everyone else can go on to the next post. H, I know you will read this tonight. I just wanted to tell you to give the boys a hug and a kiss from me. I love you all and can't wait to be home again. Wednesday night can't come soon enough for me. Now, Heather, stop reading this mushy stuff, and get some rest while you can! Why are the rest of you still reading this section? Sheesh! =)

Over and out...

On the Road Again

I have my things together so that I can hit the road for South Dakota. I will be staying in a hotel in the middle of nowhere until Wednesday or Thursday. I figure I will be home the 12th, but I won't guarantee that. In this business, you just never know what will happen. I sent Heather, Gabriel, and Jericho off to work and church, knowing that when they got home I would be gone for four days. I know that stinks, but it is part of the job, maybe the hardest part of the job. Is it harder to leave, knowing that your family will come home to a house where you will not be for awhile, or to not see your family and your kids? Of course, I worry that something will happen, and I will not be here to fix it, but Heather can handle anything that life throws at her. I just hate to miss a single day with my family.

But duty calls and I need to hit the road. The drive is around 450 miles to the hotel, and the clock is ticking, though I have tried to slow it down, and had no luck at all. I need to meet with another tech to unload and set up a prototype game that will be used for training the South Dakota techs and anyone who will be working on video lottery terminals. It is about as exciting as it sounds... After more than a decade in this business, it is not very exciting, believe me.

Gotta run. I am out.