Saturday, April 24, 2004

YOU MIGHT BE A GEEK IF...

Any time you start feeling like you have no life, remember this story.



There are actually people who 20 years later seek out the Colorado house that was used as the exterior shot for the old Mork & Mindy sitcom.

It's been a while since I've been to Colorado, but I seem to recall there were plenty of other things to see.



I suspect most of those things are still there.

WEEKEND TIME WASTER

Not sure where I saw this first.



Those are painted hands.

Check out more at this site.

Very cool.

DON'T BLINK

It happened so fast. One moment he was this little kid. The top of his head barely reached my belt buckle. He had a wry sense of humor, and an extra measure of self esteem that seemed uncommon for one so young. I watched as he consistently surprised me with talents I didn't know he had much less that he had been cultivating and improving upon.

I remember the day Amy and I were sitting on the couch downstairs and Joey came down from his room and handed us probably 150 pages of writings. He said, "I've written a book. What publisher do I send it to?"

It was the first we ever heard he was writing anything.

I remember him demanding to know why the local newspaper wouldn't print his comics which he deemed far better than what they were publishing. I remember him calling the newspaper editor and asking the same question. He ended up getting a personal tour of the paper. I think he was about 12.

I'll always have those memories....and new ones I'm sure, but today one stark reality is staring me in the face.



My beloved stepson, Joey, is 21.

He's a full fledged adult, no longer only in his own mind, but in the eyes of the law.

Happy Birthday Joey.

You have always made me proud, and I am blessed to have played a small role in your life.

Love,

M

I'VE BEEN A COFFEE SNOB, BUTT....

I'll admit that before Amy and I went into a financial bunker mentality, we treated ourselves regularly to high priced coffee. I read this article this morning and realized there is a level of coffee snob that we could never hope to reach.

Please God...never.

Friday, April 23, 2004

PERHAPS IT'S A SIGN

Earlier this month I wrote about the seemingly ludicrous signs at the office of one of Amy's doctors. Today we went back to that doctor and I decided to get some better shots.
It's not that I felt obligated to prove how silly it all was....it's more like we were there anyway and I had my camera so why not?

So, here's the sign directing us from the waiting room to the subwaiting room.



And here's a still not perfect shot of the sign telling us to be there 15 minutes before our appointment and then immediately below warning us not to be there more than 15 minutes before our appointment. It's still a little blurry, but there was a nurse standing right behind it and I felt a little awkward taking the picture.




Later I noticed those signs are all over the place...in the waiting room, the subwaiting room, etc. I can't believe I'm the only person who finds their contradictory nature so laughable, but no one else seemed to take note of them.

The good news is this particular doctor, a blood specialist, looked at all of the tests he had ordered and said Amy's blood work was normal enough that he could live without seeing her. He does wants faxes of future blood work sent to him so he can keep tabs on her, but he doesn't think more visits to his office (timed at exactly 15 minutes prior to the time they are scheduled) are necessary.

It's nice when doctors look for ways to make our lives easier. It hasn't happened a lot lately.

The pain specialist Amy visited earlier this week actually said something similar. Unlike the previous pain doc, Amy says this guy was very kind, but he was also fairly blunt, telling her that her pain is of such a nature that there really isn't any way to treat it, beyond what's already being done. He doesn't believe we need to add him to the mix.

Amy was a little disappointed at first, we were hoping I suppose for some miracle treatment.

However I'm thankful for his candor and also for his understanding that having a pain specialist added to Amy's medical entourage who would prescribe the same treatment she is already receiving only means more doctor visits and more co-payments.

After all these months it's refreshing to finally have doctors realize that the more the merrier bit is becoming more of a hindrance than a help.

Scheduling appointments, filling out forms, explaining medical histories, driving all over town at all times of the day to meet with doctors...all of these things have only added to Amy's general burden. I think now it's obvious that everyone who truly needs to be involved in Amy's care already is involved.

Next week, we'll visit with the surgeon who has been quarterbacking this game plan and hopefully be able to convince him of that.

If so, we can put our focus back on patience and prayer.

I think that will be a sign of real progress.

Thursday, April 22, 2004

MISPLACED BRAVERIES

I tried very hard last night to get close enough to a cardinal in our church parking lot to get a picture, but I was unsuccessful. He kept dashing away from me every time I got near.

By cardinal I mean the red bird kind, not the religious kind, we don't have cardinals in our church, although I hear in churches that do some are also occasionally hard to approach.

This particular bird is a fighter. He ruffles his feathers and charges his enemy. He is repelled every time, but each time he is undaunted, and goes back for more.

It really would be quite inspiring, except the enemy bird he repeatedly challenges for dominance is equally defiant.

You see, the bird our church cardinal "throws down" with is his reflection.




Yes, it's a regular sight to see this cardinal duking it out with his own image in the side mirror of various cars in our church parking lot.

It's amusing, but in a way it's also a little sad to see this creature confused by that which he will never understand.

I also find it a good reminder.

In truth, some of the most painful and some of the most futile battles I've endured in my life have occurred when I've failed to recognize that I was working against myself.



As water reflects a face, so a man's heart reflects the man - Proverbs 27:19

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

FIRE TWO!

Maybe I'm getting old and cranky, but I did it again...I fired another medical professional.

I went to the dentist yesterday to finally have a crown put on after the first attempt failed due to his poor workmanship. For this one crown I have spent possibly 4 and a half hours at the dentist's office, most of it waiting.

As soon as I entered the office, signed in and sat down, the business manager poked her head through a small window, much like a scene from the Wizard of Oz, and literally bellowed my name. My previous experience told me I wasn't being quickly seen by the dentist so I walked back over to the window only to have this woman shove a sheet of paper at me while loudly proclaiming, "Mr. Main, some of your bill still hasn't been paid!"

There were perhaps 3 other people in the waiting room and 4 or 5 office workers ensconced behind the glass with the business manager as she started chastising me very publicly about a relatively small sum of money. I stood there as she said, "This seven dollars is for the crown you're having put on today...there's 6 dollars due from when Tiffany was here...there's 8 dollars that insurance didn't cover on Lisa's last visit..." In all I think out of the five family members who had perhaps had $2500.00 worth of work done by this dentist, the outstanding balance was about 120 bucks.

Normally I would have paid it on the spot or at least a good portion of it, but some of that bill is in dispute, plus I was stunned that this woman decided the best approach to collect was to call me up like an errant schoolboy and publicly flog me with my financial failings.

I muttered something along the lines of, "Well, I'll see what I can do" to which she replied, "You better because we'll turn it over to the C.P.A.!"

Personally, out of all the nightmares I have conjured up in my life, none has ever featured an accountant in the role of the boogie man.

I suppressed a laugh, shook my head and went back to my seat to wait for another 20 minutes until I was called in by the dentist.

As a dental assistant tried in vain to make light banter, I decided on my course of action. As soon as my crown was completed I marched up to the desk, this time on the insider's area of the glass enclosure and wrote a check for one fifth of the outstanding bill. Then, very loudly, I announced I was firing the dentist and his staff.

I was pleased that several staff members were present, and a few patients were well within earshot. They all looked at me incredulously.

Amazingly the dentist, who barely had 5 minutes to work on my teeth, came zipping around the corner almost instantly. He asked what was wrong so I told him, again making sure everyone could hear. I said his business manager had decided to embarrass me in front of his other patients and his staff members about the 100 bucks I owed him. In return I decided I was firing him.

He gently tried to coax me into another area to discuss the situation. I refused.

I said, "No, your business manager -that woman (thank you God for placing her office in the immediate vicinity so I could point at her for emphasis) thought it best to make a show of this debt, so I want to make a show of my firing you."

Perhaps I should add this small disclaimer: Some folks might debate this, but I'm not usually insane. Really.

The business manager, who was visibly stunned to be singled out, turned red and then stammered out, "I never did any such thing."

At that point some of her co-workers noticeably dropped their heads and started trying to look busy.

I laughed and said, "You certainly did...and now you know what it feels like."

The dentist tried again to get me to some other area of the office where people couldn't hear me, but by this point I was having far too much fun.

Finally he gave a look to his business manager, as well as a look of resignation to me and walked away. He obviously realized the longer he stayed the more times I was going to declare that I was firing him and he opted to cut his losses.

I smiled as I walked out into the waiting room to see several patients staring at the office area after obviously hearing the entire exchange.

I'll eventually pay the bill, although I'm considering 2 dollar a month payments - the dentist shouldn't mind waiting, he didn't mind it when I waited.

I don't feel the least bit guilty about that, or embarrassed by my actions.

Besides, I learned long ago you can't get anything accomplished at the dentist's office if you keep your mouth shut.

WEIRD

In Dr. Doolittle there was a 2 headed llama named "Push me Pull You" . Near Dallas there is a calf with three eyes and two mouths. I think I'd name it "This away That away".

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

THE ROAD TO SERENDIPITY



I was on the phone with my sis-in-law Terry last night and we spoke briefly about my growing fear of boozed up drivers trying to negotiate the same space on highways which I use in my I drive into work. For those of you who aren't paying rapt attention to my life, in other words everyone reading this, I have been driving in about 30 minutes earlier than in the past in order to have more time to squeeze in some of my new duties. This means I'm hitting the highways at 2 a.m. which, for those of you who lead sheltered lives, is also known as closing time to a surprising number of people whose existence allows them to linger at bars until the wee hours of the morning. These folks are universally referred to by the official term: drunks.

My policy of self-preservation requires that I consider everyone on the road with me at 2 a.m. to be a member in good standing of that particular club.

Oddly enough, as I was driving in this morning I remarked to myself -there's no one else to talk to at that hour- that there weren't as many cars on the highway as I had been contending with recently. I chalked it up the Spurs playing fairly early last night and figured most of the boozehounds had probably faded before the final bell.

Upon arriving safely at work, I walked into the newsroom only to be bombarded with the screeching chaos of unusually frantic scanner chatter. Police, fire and EMS workers were all talking at once about a major problem which had occurred moments earlier on one of the highways. I soon figured out that a car had rolled over, several people had stopped to help that driver when an 18 wheeler had barreled into all of them. It was horrible. Three people were dead, several others were injured. The big rig was not only on fire, but blocking the freeway creating the potential to exponentially compound the tragedy.

I then pinpointed when and where the wreck was took place. It had happened at 2:30 on I-35 about 3 miles from our home. The same freeway I had been marveling about the lack of traffic upon only minutes prior. The exact same location where I would have been had I not adopted a new routine for the first time in 19 years and begun driving in to work earlier.

I'm not saying I would have been involved in that accident, but at the very least I certainly would have been uncomfortably close to being a participant.

It does give one pause.

I'm still concerned about the increased number of drunks on the highway at 2 a.m. and I'm still considering a number of options to try to delay my morning commute, but the irony of today's situation is not lost on me.

We choose the paths we take in life, for this I am grateful. Today though I'm reminded again how blessed I am to have chosen not to travel those roads alone.

Psalm 48:14

For this God is our God for ever and ever; he will be our guide even to the end.

Monday, April 19, 2004

TALL TALES



I read this story about the world's tallest man with interest. According to the link he considers his height "God's punishment", but the article doesn't say why he thinks God is punishing him.

If he truly believes that, I'd suggest it might not be prudent to go the papers with his complaint. Going to his knees would seem a better approach....it would certainly provide a different perspective.

THE EMPEROR'S CLOTHES

I'm sure Prince William is a fine young man.

But a speedo, is always a speedo.



Even with the swim cap, it's painfully obvious he has his father's ears.