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By: ricderr, 3:49 PM GMT on June 14, 2010
I'm sitting here in Carl's Jr parking lot waiting for my 10 o'clock appointment and checking on the develpoment of 92L. You have to love H-Season and an invest. 20 plus blogs all with some "I wish I was a met" giving his own analysis whick 99% of the time mirrors the NHC. Wishcasters, westcasters, hand wringing, trying to figure out which storm it resembles and they almost always seem to resmeble one that has caused serious devastation and loss of life. None seem to ever resemble a fish storm. LOL Oh well, for me it's quite enjoyable.
It's Flag Day if you might have forgotten. I did, well actually if I would have known what date it is I would have been ok, but it wasn't enough for me to associate that Monday was Flag Day. I can remember when it was a big deal, block upon block was filled with flying flags, but now it doesn't mean as much i think. I'm not questioning patriotism or love for country, but I'm not sure the flag is as important as it once was and that leads to the QOD:
When does seeing the flag choke you up and make you swell with pride for your country?
By: ricderr, 1:28 PM GMT on June 12, 2010
There is one really nice thing about El Paso. It may get hot during the day but it becomes quite cool at night. I guess the dessert has some advantages. I was out in Horizon City the last two days and I even brought my camera as I wanted to show the family some pictures, but I forgot to take them. Maybe today I can remember.
I've been following the adventures of Abby Sunderland as she tried to sail solo across the globe at the age of 16 and frankly I wanted to smack her parents around a few times. Sorry, in my world 16 is way too young to allow your child to undertake that much risk. Of course when she went missing a few days ago and her distress beacons had gone off, all that flew out the window as I feared for her life and empathized with the agony her family must have been going through. I was really glad to read she's ok and honestly I hope she ends her feat and returns home and goes back to being a teenager again and that leads to the QOD:
How protective of a parent are you?
By: ricderr, 2:52 PM GMT on June 09, 2010
Well, we're expecting a high of 102 here in lovely El Paso today, but it's a dry heat. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it you've lived anywhere where there's high humidity and you feel like you can't breathe when it's over 90 degrees, then 102 is a cake walk. That is until you step on a roof. It's always at least 20 degrees hotter up there.
It's interview day where I am expecting around 5 prospective sales people who tell me they want to sell roofing. I call it the dog and pony show. I don't razzle dazzle them, instead I spend about 10 minutes talking about the benefits of the job and then spend another 20 minutes telling them why they don't want to do it. If I can't convince them to leave then I spend another half hour explaining the sales process. What bothers me about it is just about anyone can do this job, but most won't. There's no glory in being a door knocker, only money. So out of the 5 if I end up with one half way decent person the day will be a success. Wednesday's are not my fun day, in fact they are my least favorite, but a necessary part of the job and that leads to the QOD:
What is the least favorite aspect of your job?
By: ricderr, 2:31 PM GMT on June 08, 2010
Well, here I am back in El Paso. I got the unexpected chance to fly into Roswell due to wind shear.
Yep, now I can add another weather event to my history of events that I've personally witnessed. We were making our final approach to land and in fact we could see people in their cars as we flew over the roadways. The next thing you know the plane started bucking, rising up and down and moving side to side and then you could hear the engines revving up and as we started to gain altitude all of a sudden the plane dropped like a rock. I honestly thought I was going to become a grease spot on the runway. You could hear the engines screaming and we started to rise, the plane was really bucking and shaking, but we climbed and finally smoothed out and leveled. We circled once and the pilot announced that we were diverting to Roswell to refuel. He went on to say a micro burst had developed over the airport with wind shear and it was unsafe to land. After we finally landed in El Paso and were deplaning I asked the pilot how many times he had done that before and he replied except for simulators it was his first time.
I have to tell you I was scared. Not much scares me but I really didn't want yesterday to be the day I was a grease spot on the landing strip and that leads to the QOD:
What weather event scares you the most.
By: ricderr, 7:02 PM GMT on June 07, 2010
Note: Am I the only one that noticed the same people who have spent a year and a half complaining for limited government and also for government to leave private enterprise to private enterprises are the same ones commanding government to step in and replace BP in connection to the oil spill?
Well, two days and two blogs, who knows this might become a habit.
I'm at PBIA awaiting boarding announcements to head back to El Paso. I always hate this time as it would be so easy to just call AHM and ask her to turn around and pick me up.
The oldest has now gone from student to unemployed bum. I was very proud of him when I read all the accolades the colors in his tassel represented, graduate with top honors, national scholar award recipient, IB diploma recipient. I guess the thousands and thousands of times his mom and I asked if his homework was finished paid off.
AHM is trying to shuffle running the house and taking care of the kids by herself with helping run a bird washing station in Sarasota if the need should arise. She is my hero as I read how so many seem to pat their back for caring and she just wades in and starts doing something. Noël I'm not bashing those that care. In fact for the most part it's a symbiotic relationship where both parties are needed. As an example, Portlight is a great organization, but would be nothing without those donating monies and supplies and also, those monies and supplies would sit unused if not for groups like Poertlight. I just know the sacrifices those that "do" go through and I know the passion that they share. I think AHM's boss summed it up best when she told AHM no problem with taking the time off as she needed to do this or go crazy and just as some topics evoke our empathy their are others that we just can't sit idle through. We have to take action, we have to participate or else feel as somehow we let ourselves and the cause down and that leads to the QOD:
What are you most passionate about?
By: ricderr, 12:33 PM GMT on June 04, 2010
I'm back! Well, who knows, I'm not sure if I'm ready for a daily blog again, but I figured if I started on a Friday I could have the weekend off to think about it.
I'm back home and will be here until Monday. South Florida is a world away from El Paso, both in climate and custom and both are vastly different than Houston. It just dawned on me that in over 2 weeks I have not sat in a traffic jam. Don't get me wrong, Houston was very good to me. I just feel there is a whole other way to live the American dream and not need a big city to do it in.
Of course I'm in Florida to visit family but this trip is special also in another way. No, I don't have any job prospects to find my way back home permanently. In fact there were only 21 total job posts in the local paper last week. A few years ago you would have found well over a thousand. God bless Texas for giving me a job. No, the reason this trip is important is the oldest, Tim, is graduating High School. Not only an H/S diploma but he will receive his International Baccalaureate diploma also. A week ago he turned 18, so this will be the second milestone in his life. I can't figure out how time is passing for him and yet I don't age a bit. (Cough, cough)
TIM ON THE LEFT
What I find amusing about Tim's graduation is how he and his friends are seeing a chapter closing and yet from my perspective I see a whole slew of chapters opening up in his life. Whoever said that the joy of youth is wasted on the young was so right. Of course I'm sitting here thinking a chapter is closing in my life as my little boy is no longer a little boy and I too am forgetting that new chapters are beginning in my life too. I guess that is the key, our life is filled with beginnings and endings and won't stop until finally we do come to that big ending, which of course most believe is just a beginning in and of itself also and that leads to the QOD:
What was the last chapter that closed in your life and what chapters are opening?