The title of my blog carries a significant meaning. It was uttered a handful of times to me by a mentor of mine. Can anyone (that is any of my three followers or random internet surfers who might have stumbled upon my blog - both of which probably sum to -2 viewers) surmise what this line means?
"Keep chalk on your heels."
Rewards will be awarded to the closest and most creative submissions.
The awards will include 5 minutes of uninterrupted eye contact and a scratched "The Office" dvd (season 4, disc 3).
(I need a new job - too little to do and too much time. It sounds appealing, but is a dread.)
I must say the last six plus months and the last two years have been such a unique experience for me. Years from now, I know I will look back keenly and fondly on experiences I've had in the last two years.
(in no particular order)
learned the cost of generosity; it is always worth it
seen my love grow for my grandparents, Jay, Odessa, June, and George
listened to and love Gnarls Barkley, Muse, Radiohead, James Blunt, Justin Timberlake, Kanye West, and Mika
rediscovered my friendship with my father
redefined my priorities a number of times - I continue to learn what's really important
lost my gentle, loving, magic-performing grandfather, George
made many many friends
put 40k miles on my car in one year and five months
fought off the girls with a stick "Why do girls have to like me?" Mom got a kick out of this highschool statement
likewise been fought off by a stick!
seen "The Office" rise and decline in humor and appeal
had some great times and laughs with Nathan, Megan, Andres, Graham, Erika, Lori, John, and David
wish I had more time for the piano and vocal instruction
believe that walls can be taken down in as simple a manner as Jericho - faith
had the opportunity to teach elders quorum a number of times
been stopped by police or highway patrol 6 times resulting in 4 tickets
own a Dwight Schrute bobblehead
travelled with Jochen, Marianne and Henni in Europe and saw them again a year later
missed my out-of-state brother Cardin and sister Brynn
thoroughly enjoyed my golf outings with Jordan, Jared, Darin, and Tyler
been to California twice - my second home state
thought of my good friends - the Skoczylis family - often
love all that I get for only 10%
learned how to dance in public and private with little reservation
made a handful of over-nighters to Crystal Hot Springs
not spent enough time outside besides soccer games
learned the positive and negative impacts of music
learned balance in many things
"Why, because we're both handsome?"
all the fun and clever times with Jordan B., Brian, JD, Dustin, Jordan Y., Scott, and gang and wives. "We are kind of a big deal."
love the wisdom I will always receive from my father
spent my 2008 summer at Lagoon with my friends
received a German National jersey signed by the national team from my work manager
been able to spend time with Andy, Tiger and the girls twice in the last three years.
been stressed to the max like never before for 12 months over last year in college
reacquainted myself ever so fondly with Nirvana MTV unplugged
gave up dating my last semester of college
knocked doors for window washing customers
fought, yelled, and cried with others and alone
discovered Snow Basin
dreamed of Germany for 3 1/2 years
sang one botched, but still pretty, solo in church (it was bad, hilarious, and pretty all at the same time!)
rediscovered oldie Erasure, Depeche Mode, Billy Joel, They Might Be Giants, Live, and U2
come to understand my Heavenly Father a little better very slowly
increased my gratitude and understanding of my brother and savior, Jesus Christ
spent too much money at Bajios
finally recognized that I love the emerging spring as much as I have always loved the fall
lost my breath at the sight of Switzerland's beauty
gained 6 new nephews and nieces; B. E. M. N. M. B. (Maci included)
said goodbye to my mother for a short time and gained a stronger family
seen my fascination for economics continue to grow
grown closer to many elders as I served more than 2 years in the elders quorums
randomly asked out 6 girls that have caught my eye (and have 2 more in the works)
graduated in Bus. Economics and learned so much. I made great friends with Dr. Nowell
grown closer to all my siblings
have always wanted to get an MBA
was able to help Dave and Mandolin renovate their new home - we had a blast
discovered Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin.
become great friends with my cousins at 374
miraculously walked away from a completely horrific car accident in which my car was totaled. I thank Him and His angels for that.
purchased my dream car - 2003 Acura 3.2 TL. It's a beautiful romance really
paid for my own schooling (and still am)
gave a killer senior thesis presentation and will be published
been blessed with two new families - 374 and 1510
4 new fantastic mothers - Mandolin, Kristen, Tammy and Nadine
bought a MacBook Pro. Money does bring happiness. Money buys the mac, mac brings happiness
found my voice
always loved to learn a new word - gregarious, scintillating, docile, quixotic, etc.
thrived on hosting holiday and "The Office" friend parties
set course for a brilliant career in investing
learned better who I am
discovered some fabulous music and great movies
was forced to leave my beloved soccer field after only 15 minutes due to my wretched mono and for the following 6 months. It was perhaps one of my saddest moments ever
was infected with mono and West Nile virus - quite a nasty combination - nerve pain + exhaustion
played soccer and ran in the pouring rain and mud
felt the child in me again as I saw the bright orange-yellow side dump trucks while driving to work
learned teasing my nephews, Harris and Brigden, has its limits. I treat them much more kindly now. My nephews and nieces are some of my best friends
made great friends with Kevin and Shannon and love them
switched rooms multiple times at 1403 Cville while renovating
broke in my bedroom door
shoveled many walks - I love doing the walks
become great friends with Dodger
left my car running while I went into work
consider myself a swimmer although I haven't swam in a year
learned some amazing principles impressively unfolded by C.S. Lewis
read Thomas Mann's Tonio Kröger a number of times
am no longer ashamed of liking, no, loving children's movies
learned that only so much is in our control
cherish my mother's example in all things (except the whole "rotten day" mumbo jumbo)
"God grant me the serenity to
accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference."
I am a product of my choices and all that surrounds me.
I am a devourer of chocolate chip cookies and not the least bit bashful about it. Yet you might have never known it. My obsession remains largely secret. When it comes to my delicious chocolate baked friend I have no reservations and throw all rules out the window - socially and morally. I have no shame in exceeding the amount deemed socially appropriate. Where this might invite comparisons to the cookie monster, such a comparison would only discover our shared like of cookies. Much more important is my method of acquiring many of my good chocolate chip friend. A more accurate comparison might reference Mr. Hamburglar and his intrepid yet surreptitious method in acquiring plentiful amounts of his senses-dulling delicatessen - cheeseburgers. At any type of potluck (be it missionary hello's and bye's, ward functions, friend bbq's, or work parties), one moment the best cookie will be just hanging out, looking pretty and then suddenly the next moment this blue ribbon cookie and 7 of his cronies will be MIA! (two on my plate, three neatly wrapped in a napkin below my plate, and three again neatly wrapped in a napkin in my pockets!)
I consider this a skill - that is, my ability to first spot the tastiest cookie and then secondly to capitalize and secretly bring as many of these cookies as possible into my possession. A delectable, scrumptious cookie for me is as good as money in the bank. Nor does it matter whether I eat them all or not (although I usually do); saving them for a snack later isn't difficult at all. You didn't get one, you say.... oh that's too bad. I will still conceal the three I have in my pockets! Although I would much rather plot and execute highly sophisticated heists (be it banks, auto boosting, the annoying cat next door, etc.) such a quiet plunder of seizing the tastiest chocolate chip cookie without being detected feeds my need for mischief. As for the cookies that aren't so tasty, don't be offended when I replace the partially bitten cookie back on its platter. It was a crappy cookie and everyone behind me would soon learn that anyway - let's just speed up the line of communication and spare them the mouthful. I see it as me doing them a favor. If it's no good for your cookie conniving nephew, (step) son, brother, cousin, Collin, then it's no good for anyone.
So the next time you see me exiting the food line with plate in hand you may want to check my pockets, I just snagged Noah's and little Will-will's share of the cookies!
On facebook I recently came across a person by the name of Jane Ulrich Schroeder.
How would that be - to trade your ugly german maiden-name for an even uglier german name?!
I like Bell, nice and simple. My wife won't ever be able to fully express her thanks to me. It'll be a compliment enough that she marries me.
So I mentioned I think I'm going to fly with Lufthansa two posts ago. I think I'm reconsidering. I'm thinking about Delta.
The Office -
Mr. Prince: I started our paper office when I returned from Vietnam.
Michael Scarn (Scott): Vietnam? I hear it's nice over there.
I thoroughly enjoy observing people, particularly when they either 1) struggle in trivial matters or 2) reveal their unique idiosyncracies. I believe I inherited a portion of this from my button-pushing and chain-pulling mother. The remaining portion I derive simply from my boyhood and exertion of power over nieces and nephews.
This one's simple, but it's amazing how some people lack absolute self-awareness. The breed of cashiers at Primary Children's Rainbow Cafeteria is different from the standard gas station cashiers and even your local grocer's cashiers. Suffice it to say that they're different. Just the other day, after ordering my grilled chicken ranch sandwich and potato cheese munchers (a tasty cheesy cousin to the tatertot) from the grill and picking up my two milks and my absolutely delicious coconut, chocolate chip, macadamia nut cookie I proceeded to the cashier. Now, these cashiers take their job seriously. It is imperative that all actions be executed according to their training received from the unique higher-upper cashier coworker. Sometimes you will be overcharged for something simply not on your tray in fear of not accounting for everything there. Sometimes, you pay a dollar or two less. "It all comes out even in the end," seems to be their policy. As I waited behind the kind sir in front of me I noticed his total came to $5.48. He handed the cashier a $10 bill. She retrieved his change from her drawer. First came four $1 bills. She handed them to him. Then came two quarters, but after dipping into the penny compartment she realized there were none for her to slide out. So she reached for one of the few penny wraps in the drawer while grasping the two quarters. With that finesse that the who's who of cashiers possess, she smacked that penny wrap on the metal rim of that drawer. Too much finesse, not enough power. It didn't pop as it normally does. Her finesse failed her this time. ( 2 seconds ) She hit it again. ( 1 second ) A penny shone its pretty little copper face through a very micro rip. Its eyes squinted from the brightness of the intruding light. She hit it again. Not much change. She hit it again. (2 seconds) It began to slowly reveal its structural weakness. She hit it again 3 more times. ( 3 seconds ) It came to a deadlock; that wrap wasn't going to break and neither was she! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! ( 5 seconds ) BANG! BANG! BANG! (2 seconds ) - Meanwhile, the line is rather bustling and rapidly increasing in hungry patrons taunted by the food staring at them on their trays and we wait. . . . . BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! At this point you would have figured she would have reached for some scissors. Oh, no, she remained focused, zeroed-in, head down with blinders and powered on through! BANG! BANG! BANG! The torture of the penny wrap must have lasted seriously just short of a minute. I just relived it in my mind right now while I timed it on my iPod stopwatch and it must have been about 47 seconds. I'm tempted to embellish this fact and say it was 48 seconds, but that wouldn't be honest. 47 REAL SECONDS! 47 seconds in real time is forever. Sit there now, and create the noise of a coin wrap recklessly being smashed against a cash drawer. Told ya, forever. About 20 seconds into this mess I start to crack a smile and with every five seconds my smile grew larger until lastly becoming an audible constrained yet bursting laugh. Now if her sheer persistence isn't enough to break you wait for the final element. You see the whole funny part was the bloody penny jar sitting on top of the drawer. At second 33 I looked down at these fifteen pennies and they were all laughing hysterically with outreached, defined, muscly copper shining arms and pointing their fingers at her while their chest and shoulders violently oscillated! Their outcry only then fueled my incipient chuckle at which point she broke it open with quite an unfulfilling plop. However, then she couldn't break any of the pennies free from the halves! She finally managed to grasp two pennies, which she handed to the kind, patient (and dumb) man. (two pennies?!?) I advanced to the front of the line at which point I quickly replaced my $10 bill into my wallet and handed her my debit card.