The Answer Escapes Me

When I graduated from college I thought I knew the answers to a number of questions about history, and music and accounting.

A few months into my first real job I figured I knew all about hiring, training and butt kissing. image

When I got married I received on-the-job training in showing courtesy, diplomacy and kindness.

Now that I have four enthusiastic young kids running around the house I know that I don’t know JACK SQUAT.

Which is a huge shot to my ego because I was starting to think I could at least keep my score in the positive and stick around for final Jeopardy were I ever invited to be a contestant during “College Week”.

Having children has only confirmed that I don’t know much of anything. A day doesn’t go by that I’m fielding questions for which Google has no answer. Here’s a sampling of the questions the kids asked me as we washed the cars this weekend:

“What is the most important part of the car?”

“What are windows made of?”

“How does a sponge hold so much water?”

“How come we have to sing in church?”

“How do my new glasses make my eyes see better?”

“Who makes it rain?”

It won’t be long before my kids know more than I do and won’t look to me for answers.

But hopefully they will continue to use my lap as a pillow and my back as a ladder to the top bunk.

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Social Overkill

My HP LaserJet 4L is one incredibly slow laser printer. But I don’t care. I paid $800 for it back in 1994 and I’m going to keep that sucker going till it DIES. When I upgraded my motherboard a few months ago I had to purchase a PCI parallel adapter because it doesn’t support USB!

I went to the Office Depot website to order a new toner cartridge for my 4L. I found it quickly and was about to add it to my cart when I noticed the area called out below by my fancy red arrow.

Is this an example of a company jumping on the social media bandwagon? Why would I want to send details of my toner cartridge purchase to Facebook or Digg? Delicious is along for the ride too, and maybe that makes sense if you want to save a link and either don’t have cookies enabled or are on a pubic computer.

This is an example of a large company trying like crazy to implement the cool new internet technology but not understanding how people currently use it.

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But I decided to go ahead and test this cool new social feature from Office Depot. I mean, if someone considers me to be their friend on Facebook then I’m sure they will want to know where I buy my laser printer toner. That’s just how close we are.

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I can’t wait to share more items with my Facebook friends. Imagine their excitement when I shop for replacement staples, double A batteries or super glue. I could be spending hours accepting all those friend requests.

But things don’t go as smoothly over at Digg. Check out what happens when I try to Digg the link to my toner of choice.

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Digg checks the URL and reports it as SPAM! I wonder if Digg is blocking all incoming links from Office Deport for this reason? Which is sad because I’m sure a many tech savvy Diggers would be thrilled to hear that I paid retail for toner for a 14 year old printer. Tell me that doesn’t make the front page within minutes.

Nice job, Office Depot!

The Mutant Weeble

I like to call this toy the Mutant Weeble. It’s similar to the Weeble I played with as a child except this one was made by a Russian toy company located near the Chernobyl reactor.

That’s not true but that’s the story I will tell my kids if they ask why his hands are different colors and only have 3 fingers.

This is Kai’s favorite toy, and he’s almost 12 months old.

It’s also my favorite toy, and I’m almost 492 month old.

Kai likes to sit on my lap while I’m at the computer. But only if the Mutant Weeble is close by.

Long live the toy with three oversized Skittles growing from his skull.

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The Smoke Break

There’s one thing I can always count on when I visit the local Fred Meyer: A group of employees will be standing a few feet from the entrance puffing on cigarettes.

I’m so accustomed this gang of uniformed smokers that I keep an eye out for them when looking for a parking spot. If they are grouped together on the right side of the door, I’ll look for a spot on the left and vice versa.

Sometimes the gang is so large that I can’t avoid their fast moving smoke cloud. Nothing like a nice blast of second hand smoke to the face before heading to the produce section to thump a few cantaloupe.

It shouldn’t be this way.

I don’t know why more business owners don’t designate smoking areas AWAY from where customers can see them. Maybe such areas exist but are not enforced.

If you had an employee with a perpetual flatulence problem, would you have him greet each potential customer with a stink bomb? Yet that’s basically what you’re doing when you allow your employees to blow smoke around the entrance.

Fred Meyer employees are not the only culprits. I’ve pulled up to restaurants only to see a couple of employees sitting on the curb smoking not 20 feet from the entrance. My first thought is, “Are either of those two going to prepare my food?” Lately, I just keep on driving and take my business elsewhere.

Although I find the thought of smoking repulsive, I understand I live in a country where people have the freedom to suck on cancer sticks. What I do not appreciate is having to breath in the pollution this gross habit produces.

As much as I like Fred Meyer, I will take my business elsewhere the next time I notice the chain gang of smokers near the entrance.

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Look Closely

Kai, our 1 year old son, was putting up a good fight this evening. His little body was exhausted yet he couldn’t stop squirming and yelling. He didn’t want to be cuddled. He didn’t want to be rocked. I have no idea what he wanted.

I grabbed a pillow and placed it on my lap. I took Kai and laid him on the pillow. He couldn’t keep his arms and legs still. He looked like a potato bug that had been turned on its back. His eyes were droopy. His cheeks covered in tears.

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I let him twist and stretch until he finally began to settle down. He finally situated himself where he could watch me watch him. I looked into his dark blue eyes and wondered what he’s thinking.

Does he realize how much he’s loved? Does he recognize me? What’s going through his mind as I twirl him back and forth on my chair with George Winston playing in the background?

He searches for my hand until he finds a finger and squeezes it as tightly as he can. His grip feels stronger than his size would reflect. Maybe this is his way of connecting with me.

And that’s fine with me because he’s almost outgrown my lap. It won’t be long till he’s hanging off my back begging me to give him a camel ride around the living room. Or blast him off rocket style onto the top bunk.

Kai could very well be our last baby to keep us up at night.

Be as wiggly and loud as you want, Kai.

I’ll miss it when it’s gone.

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Calling the Tootsie Pop Hotline

As I sat at my desk licking a Tootsie Pop a few questions sprang to mind. I jotted them down and decided to call the Tootsie Pop hotline on my lunch break. But before I called, I checked the online FAQ at the Tootsie company website to ensure I didn’t ask a question that had been answered in the FAQ such as, “How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?”image

How unoriginal.  

I dialed and was connected to an operator who quickly transferred me to sales when I explained to her I had a few questions concerning the Tootsie Pop. Sales then transferred me to Customer Relations. I spoke with a very kind woman who answered the following questions:

Customer Rep: So I’m told you have questions about our Tootsie Pops.

Me: That’s right. I won’t take much of your time.

Customer Rep: What are you questions?

Me: Can you tell me what the recommended daily dosage of Tootsie Pops is?

Customer Rep: We don’t make any recommendations. It’s at the parents discretion. Some parents may say one Tootsie Pop is enough while others may allow more. 

Me: What if the Tootsie Pops are for me and I’m trying to figure out the maximum number I can safely eat each day?

Customer Rep: I’m not able to give you an exact number, but you should stop eating them if you feel sick.

Me: What is your most popular flavor?

Customer Rep: Our customers tell us cherry.

Me: Have you considered putting a vanilla Tootsie Roll in a chocolate pop to create a hot fudge sundae flavored one?

Customer Rep: We are continually testing new flavor combinations.

Me: If I were to bite into a Tootsie Pop before realizing there was no Tootsie Roll center, would I be eligible for a refund?

Customer Rep: That seldom happens. But if it did, we could send you a voucher for a free replacement.

Me: That sounds fair. I was looking at one of the wrappers today and realized it’s in dire need of an update. It depicts children taking part in activities most no longer do anymore such as playing marbles, ice skating and riding go-carts.

Customer Rep: What is your question?

Me: I just wonder if the wrappers should be updated to depict those activities kids are involved in today. For example, you could show a couple of boys jamming to Guitar Hero. Or how about a kid checking his MySpace page? My kids love to kick back on the couch and play Nintendo DS.

Customer Rep: I don’t see us changing from the current design although you have several good ideas there.

Me: Do you sponsor a Tootsie Pop fan club?

Customer Rep: No we don’t, but you’ll find a lot of interest in our products on the internet.

Me: Is there anything else exciting happening in Tootsie land I should be aware of?

Customer Rep: We are running several promotions along with a sweepstakes giveaway which you can enter by visiting our website.

Me: Thank you for your time. You’ve been most kind.

Customer Rep: Thank you for calling today.

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Making Tradeoffs as a Father

We didn’t have children till I was in my 30’s. By that time I’d seen many examples of how couples raised their children. By far the most influential example of how to raise children came from my own parents. I remember something my anthropology professor said. Something along the lines of “you will raise your kids the way you were raised”.

Lately I’ve thought about what lessons I’ve taken from my my parents. Was my anthropology professor correct? Am I raising my kids the same way I was raised?

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Kim and I don’t have as well defined roles as my parents had. I go off to work each day like my father did, but I don’t work as many hours as he did. In fact, I’ll bet I work half the hours he put in during the school year. I understand why he worked as hard as he did. He enabled my mother, who was ill much of the time, to stay home to raise five children. My father worked as a teacher which didn’t give him as much scheduling flexibility as I have employed in the technology field. 

The downside to my father’s choice of professions is that I didn’t know him very well until I entered high school. He was off to work most days before I was awake, and later, his coaching assignments filled many late nights away from home. I don’t recall him accompanying me on a field trip or taking time off to catch a movie with me.

The thought of my father playing hokey to hang out with us was unfathomable. As a child, I had the impression his work came before everything else. At the time I figured all fathers were gone from dawn till dusk. I don’t recall any fathers accompanying their children on grade school field trips.

The upside of my father’s profession was that I had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with him as my coach in high school baseball, basketball and football. He oftentimes gave me a ride to and from school. I have many fond memories of those few minutes we had together discussing sports and school. Although things worked out fine and we are close friends today, I wish I could have built a relationship with him sooner.

And that’s the one thing I wanted to improve upon when I had kids. I don’t want to wait till they are in their early teens before I get to know them well. I remember seeing my dad on the weekends but not often during the week.

It’s not easy balancing work and family. There are times when I do one well while slacking a bit at the other.

I don’t know how it will work out. In a sense, I’m betting that one day I’ll look back and be grateful I took time away from work to spend with my family. Yet I’m fully aware that doing so could cost me promotions down the road. I’ve made sure my manager understands my main priority is my family. I don’t believe that makes me a less valuable employee. But I can’t be sure I’ll always work for someone who sees it that way.

My father was more involved in the lives of his children than his father was with his own. I have no doubt my dad wants me to spend more time with my kids than he was able to spend with us.

If my children look back on how they were raised and only find one area they’d like to improve, I’ll feel like I’ve done well in raising them to be better parents than I’ve been.

Vista Tip: Pin Your Programs

The Windows Vista START menu is a bit of a mixed bag compared to the one found in Windows XP. I’ve found its behavior to be erratic at times yet more powerful and useful once I’ve spent time to tame it.

Here’s one of my favorite and easiest tips I use all the time. Have you ever installed a program only to find it hiding in the long list install programs? Wouldn’t it be easier if you could easily move that program to the first level START menu?

Sure, you can drag shortcuts back and forth but here’s an easier way. I recently installed Photoshop. I’d like to add it to the START menu.

  1. Click on the Windows icon and then All Programs.
  2. Find the program you want to bring forward. (Photoshop in my case)
  3. Right click on it and select “Pin to Start Menu”.

Here’s how my Start Menu looked before, during and after with Photoshop added.

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I reserve the first level START menu for programs I use every day. Sure, I could added these to the Quick Launch area but it starts to look crowded. Plus, having these program on the Start menu allows me to use the Window and arrow keys to launch them without having to lift my hands from the keyboard.

Autumn Leaf Raking

Our entire backyard was covered in leaves. Given the amount of rain we’ve had over the past two week, I figured I’d better take the opportunity to rake a few piles this afternoon.

And what better way to shorten the task than recruit the kids to pitch in.

That was my bright idea anyway.

Here’s the breakdown on how my afternoon leaf raking project played out. Needless to say, the leaves won today.

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Grapefruit

It doesn’t seem so long ago when I’d run home from school and beg mom to cut me a pink grapefruit the size of a softball.

Mom was a surgeon with a paring knife. She was able to cut each section just so making it simple for me to spoon out. It would be years before I’d be trusted to do the same.

Because all bets were off when I was hungry and mom wasn’t around.

Anytime I cut bread or vegetables I’d pull out the huge knife that came free with a 3 room carpet install. It looked like one of those knives you see on late night infomercials. You know, the ones shown cutting through tin cans, tires and tennis shoes?

It had a slippery plastic handle that increased the chance of injury and excitement. Its menacing blade was ideal for cutting through meat or bone or small trees. It’s a miracle I avoided even one trip to the emergency room from using this beast.

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I thought about this time I spent with my mother as I cut a grapefruit for each of the kids tonight. I’m not as skilled as my mom was but the kids are forgiving.

As long as I sprinkle the right about of sugar on top.

The kids love everything about the grapefruit. They love how it makes the kitchen smell. They love how each section perfectly fills the spoon. And they love to squeeze the excess juice into a bowl to drink later.

In this culture of take-out and microwavable dinners there’s something satisfying about slicing a good old fashioned grapefruit.

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