Tippecanoe

Boz is my new favorite blogger.

My wife and I attended a club meeting the other day, and she came out with a magnetic car ribbon supporting the cause of the group. I said "Did you buy that?"

I should mention that I don't care much for the ribbons, mainly because of the 'Support Our Troops' variety. I have no problem supporting soldiers, but they also convey a whole range of emotions and opinion with which I don't agree. The President isn't infallible, we shouldn't be in Iraq, and we shouldn't stay just because we don't want to cheapen the lives already lost.

Anyway, she said "Yes", and I started singing the banjo song from Deliverance.

It was a quiet ride home.

This gentleman is proposing an alarm clock method to help him wake up calmly. Apparently, we shouldn't be jarred awake during our deep sleep.

I've found a different way to wake up in the morning. Get a somewhat high stress job and rehash every little detail and decision in your head. Wonder how you will ever pay for your kids' college educations. And, take every little inconsequential thing in your life and fret about it excessively. 6:30? 5:30? No, a 4:30 wakeup will be easy for you.

Too bad you will also have to lie awake until 12:00 or 1:00 am with your mind racing.

(Man, I can feel my heart rate rising just by writing this!)

The other day, I asked my secretary to put all of the various logs we keep in a directory so that they would be easy to find. She typed up a nice list of each log and its location on the network and printed a copy for each person in the office.

I don't have the heart to tell her that by directory, I meant a network folder.

I get into trouble when I use 80s-era MS-DOS terminology.

In the late 80s/early 90s, I was a big Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers fan.



What was I thinking???!!???

I was talking with a salesman the other day, and our conversation somehow wandered over to the subject of high school reunions. I've never been to one, but it seems that he goes every five years. Half of his graduating class attended the 25 year event, and each of the 16 there were asked to recount their favorite memory from high school.

I've been thinking about it for the last few days, and I can't think of one! Sure, I have good memories from that time, but they involve people or situations outside of school. I had friends from neighboring school systems, and we had lots of fun times, but high school was just my day job. (I still kind of treat my current job that way. I don't hang out with work friends outside the 9 to 5.)

Maybe my lack of memories keeps my interest in reunions low. I really have no urge to go have dinner with people I haven't seen since 1980.

When I was in Jr. High and High School, my school had a strong volleyball program. Not many schools had a boys team, so they were ranked pretty high in the state. Most districts boasted a girls team, and our team did pretty well.

It was around this time that the girls uniforms changed from the loose fitting shorts to short legged tights. I was a very observant 14 year old, and I paid a lot of attention to this change. I became a sudden volleyball fan, and even attended a few games.

Today I took my family to a Purdue volleyball game. The ladies are still wearing the tights, but, closing in on 30 years later, they didn't have the same affect on me. Sure, they are attractive women, but they are attractive YOUNG women. I found myself feeling more paternal than libidinous.

This match was hyped as an attempt to "Pack Mackey" Arena to attract the largest ever crowd to a Big-10 v-ball match. All seats were $1 (although mine were free - perks of the job - yes, that's $4 I saved!). While they only ended up with 8K or so fans, it was still the 2nd largest crowd ever at a Purdue match.

I don't know if they usually have pep bands at volleyball games, but I expected one today - similar to the band that plays at the basketball games. What I didn't expect was the entire All American Marching Band in the stands. I didn't see them come in, but when they hit that first note, everyone knew they were there. The sound was incredible! As an added bonus, the Purdue Glee Club sang the national anthem.

Oh, and Purdue won.