One of the most unique — and perhaps meaningful ways to look back on the past year, I've found, is in "status updates."
"Status updates" are, of course, the short blurbs posted regularly by users of the Facebook social networking site. Status updates convey anything from what you are doing at that particular moment; to what's going on in your life; to efforts to be witty (usually unsuccessful, in my case).
Looking back at a year's worth of "status updates" is an interesting ritual. Here's some of the highlights of my year in status updates, with a few notes,when appropriate:
Jan. 1: "Happy New Year!!!"
I think I ought to get credit for celebrating the dawn of 2009 on Facebook within 22 minutes of its start.
Jan. 7: "just about ready for opening night."
In anticipation of "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever" at the Ritz. My son, Drew, and I had parts.
Jan. 9: "survived opening night."
It must have gone well.
Jan. 27: "has the song 'Flowers on the Wall' stuck in his head."
I don't know why.
Jan. 28: "a very long day."
Jan. 29: "has been putting together a newspaper by candlelight."
Jan. 30: "has electricity at work again!"
Jan. 31: "thinks 'normal' never looked so beautiful."
Looks like I somehow managed to access Facebook during the ice storm.
Feb. 9: "never could have out-foxed Santino."
Must have watched "The Godfather" that day.
Feb. 26: "has thrown his hat over the wall."
Posted after I signed up to run in my first 5K.
March 3: "celebrating Square Root Day (3-3-09)"
I am not a geek.
March 14: "is listening to the piano improv of two 6-year-olds."
It wasn't half-bad.
March 17: "isn't wearing green."
A post that resulted in several cyber-pinches.
March 22: "putting up a plate of Memphis barbecue ribs against whatever the heck they make in Columbia that Memphis beats Mizzou in their Sweet 16 matchup."
Needless to say, I still owe several people some ribs.
April 5: "Completed his first 5K today."
The first of three on the year.
April 23: "Excited for Drew's debut in coach-pitch baseball tonight."
He went 4-for-4 with a home run and two put-outs. Not too bad.
April 28: "Serenity now!"
Must have been a bit stressed.
May 7: "sick of softball chants."
Chanting is one of the key elements of the game for the 10U crowd.
May 20: "Another dead-on Facebook quiz."
A sarcastic reply to a Facebook quiz labeling yours truly a "Bible Scholar."
May 24: "12 years ago, right now, I was standing at the front of the church, watching the most beautiful girl in the world — and my best friend — walk up the aisle to me."
Posted to the exact minute, I might add.
July 20: "has gone an entire week without a Mountain Dew."
And still (mostly) on the wagon, six months later.
July 23: "thankful for all the birthday wishes on what has been a bizarro-birthday."
I truly was deeply grateful for all those who Facebooked a birthday wish that day. The ironic thing was, unbeknownst to all those who wished me a good day, my mother had passed away that morning. I imagine birthdays will have a different feel for me for quite a while.
Aug. 15: "enjoyed my Rendezvous/Redbirds night."
That sounds really good right now.
Aug. 19: "And so, it begins, again."
In reference to the dawn of a new school year.
Aug. 26: "Every time I fax something, I feel like I'm back in 1998."
Trying (again, unsuccessfully) to be funny.
Aug. 31: "To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring." — George Santayana
Still trying to live by that.
Sept. 2: "Spent the night rolling hay bales."
Not a euphemism. Was sore for a week.
Sept. 15: "Stay gold, Darry Curtis."
A tribute to the late actor Patrick Swayze, who played Darry in "The Outsiders."
Sept. 17: "Is at dress rehearsal."
This time it was for "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." Daughter Katie and I had parts,
Sept. 22: "So long, summer. We've been through a lot together. You'll be missed."
Looking back over a poignant couple of months.
Oct. 21: "Is feeling defoliated."
An annual rite of passage in the Mid-South.
Oct. 22: "The old man is snoring."
It was raining and pouring.
Oct. 31: "It's been a big year for Tootsie Rolls."
On the kids' Halloween haul.
Nov. 22: "Putting up the Christmas trees and decor with Jena and the kids. Big fun!"
We put stuff before Thanksgiving because we celebrate Christmas with my family early.
Dec. 4: "Enjoyed the Blytheville Christmas Parade, and is now looking forward to watching 'The Trial of Ebenezer Scrooge' at the Ritz Theater."
Quite the festive night.
Dec. 8: "Thunder in December?"
What was up with that?
Dec. 10: "Who is Harold Angel? And why should I care that he's singing?"
Trying to be funny again. Still failing.
Dec. 25: "Joy to the world."
Here's hoping the year to come brings us joy and peace ... and clever status updates.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
A few last-minute gift requests
There’s still a day or so left before Santa packs his sleigh for his annual trek around the globe, so I hope I’m not too late in sending out my Christmas wish list.
Here goes:
I want more Christmas music. Christmas music is one of the most soothing things to listen to, and we’ve only got a couple more days where we can listen to “White Christmas” and “Holly Jolly Christmas” without people looking at you kind of funny.
There’s something about Christmas music — when you listen to it, you can’t help but be in a better mood. With all the contentiousness running rampant around our community these last few weeks, I think we would all be well-served to listen to as many verses of “Jingle Bells” and “Silent Night” as we can. And that goes for everyone from the Quorum Court to the City Council; from hospital officials to steel industry officials — we all need a little more Christmas spirit.
Also this Christmas, I would like more scotch tape. I can never seem to find enough. Every time I set about the task of wrapping presents, I never seem to be able to finish the job without running out of tape. (Though, the fact that that I use a ton of tape to wrap presents may play a role in this.) If I could just count on tape being in the drawer where it’s supposed to be when I go looking for it — instead of on some random dresser or in the middle of the living room floor — we’d be halfway home.
I’d also like to be able to beat my 10-year-old daughter at Wii basketball for Christmas. I’m pretty good at most of the other Wii sports, whether it’s the Island Flyover or Archery. But I almost always get "pwned" in basketball. I think she’s using some kind of trick move. I want to know what it is.
My Christmas wish list this year also includes a sane political season. I’m not too optimistic for this one. With county races for sheriff, county judge and treasurer, among others, all on the docket for 2010, I expect the silly season to be in full swing before long. (It’s already started, to be honest.) Still, it would be nice if those running for office — and their backers — would at least try to keep their heads about them this go around. But I think I have about as much of a chance of getting this gift as my 7-year-old son does of getting a Nintendo DSI.
I’d also like the gift of faster Internet. At my home in the Greater Armorel Metropolitan Area, we’re still without broadband Internet service. The satellite connection beats dial-up, but it still kind of feels like I’m driving a Model T on the information superhighway. Even at work, where we do have broadband, it seems like I spend half my time watching pinwheels spin or progress bars fill.
Also on my Christmas list this year is an Orange Bowl victory. That’s where my Iowa Hawkeyes will be taking on the Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets on Jan. 5. It would be nice to see my boys pull off a victory in a January bowl game for the second year in row, if nothing else then to force Herb Smith to take back his comment about Iowa just being another “weak sister” from the Big Ten.
I am also wishing this Christmas for a quick departure from the public consciousness for this new “Avatar” movie. Everyone seems to be talking about it these days, but I’ve seen the preview, and it just looks colossally stupid to me. And really, really weird. What am I missing?
My last Christmas wish goes out to all the people experiencing a "first" Christmas this year — that is, a first Christmas without a loved one who has passed in the last year. In that same boat myself, my wish is that everyone find joy and peace this holiday season. Though there may be feelings of emptiness, there is still great happiness to be found at this festive time of year. My hope is that it is found by all.
May all of us have a very merry Christmas and a joyous New Year.
Here goes:
I want more Christmas music. Christmas music is one of the most soothing things to listen to, and we’ve only got a couple more days where we can listen to “White Christmas” and “Holly Jolly Christmas” without people looking at you kind of funny.
There’s something about Christmas music — when you listen to it, you can’t help but be in a better mood. With all the contentiousness running rampant around our community these last few weeks, I think we would all be well-served to listen to as many verses of “Jingle Bells” and “Silent Night” as we can. And that goes for everyone from the Quorum Court to the City Council; from hospital officials to steel industry officials — we all need a little more Christmas spirit.
Also this Christmas, I would like more scotch tape. I can never seem to find enough. Every time I set about the task of wrapping presents, I never seem to be able to finish the job without running out of tape. (Though, the fact that that I use a ton of tape to wrap presents may play a role in this.) If I could just count on tape being in the drawer where it’s supposed to be when I go looking for it — instead of on some random dresser or in the middle of the living room floor — we’d be halfway home.
I’d also like to be able to beat my 10-year-old daughter at Wii basketball for Christmas. I’m pretty good at most of the other Wii sports, whether it’s the Island Flyover or Archery. But I almost always get "pwned" in basketball. I think she’s using some kind of trick move. I want to know what it is.
My Christmas wish list this year also includes a sane political season. I’m not too optimistic for this one. With county races for sheriff, county judge and treasurer, among others, all on the docket for 2010, I expect the silly season to be in full swing before long. (It’s already started, to be honest.) Still, it would be nice if those running for office — and their backers — would at least try to keep their heads about them this go around. But I think I have about as much of a chance of getting this gift as my 7-year-old son does of getting a Nintendo DSI.
I’d also like the gift of faster Internet. At my home in the Greater Armorel Metropolitan Area, we’re still without broadband Internet service. The satellite connection beats dial-up, but it still kind of feels like I’m driving a Model T on the information superhighway. Even at work, where we do have broadband, it seems like I spend half my time watching pinwheels spin or progress bars fill.
Also on my Christmas list this year is an Orange Bowl victory. That’s where my Iowa Hawkeyes will be taking on the Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets on Jan. 5. It would be nice to see my boys pull off a victory in a January bowl game for the second year in row, if nothing else then to force Herb Smith to take back his comment about Iowa just being another “weak sister” from the Big Ten.
I am also wishing this Christmas for a quick departure from the public consciousness for this new “Avatar” movie. Everyone seems to be talking about it these days, but I’ve seen the preview, and it just looks colossally stupid to me. And really, really weird. What am I missing?
My last Christmas wish goes out to all the people experiencing a "first" Christmas this year — that is, a first Christmas without a loved one who has passed in the last year. In that same boat myself, my wish is that everyone find joy and peace this holiday season. Though there may be feelings of emptiness, there is still great happiness to be found at this festive time of year. My hope is that it is found by all.
May all of us have a very merry Christmas and a joyous New Year.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Memories fuzzy after 38 Christmases
Next week, I'll celebrate my 38th Christmas.
Looking back, I have nothing close to 38 memories of individual holiday seasons. While I have a few specific memories of Christmases past, most of what I have is but a handful of fuzzy Christmas memories — images, emotions and sentiments, most of which can be attributed over a period of years. It certainly doesn't seem like I've been around for almost 40 Christmas celebrations.
When I set about the task of remembering Christmases past, all I can do is think of the different physical places I've been for Christmas, and recall the emotions associated with each.
My earliest Christmas memories are from the house we lived in until I was about 3, located in a neighborhood called "Fair Oaks" in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. My memories of Fair Oaks Christmases are pretty vague. But I do remember the year my older sister, Aimee, and I agreed to tell what we had gotten each other for Christmas. When Aimee told me I was getting a Winnie the Pooh, I was sure it was a ruse; so I was still surprised when I opened her gift on Christmas Eve. Pooh remained one of my favorite possessions for years afterward.
Most of my childhood memories of Christmas, though, are associated with our house on Maple Drive, where I lived until college. It was there that my parents would annually haul the giant box of Christmas decorations out of the attic every year, where we would hang our red stockings on the wood-burning fireplace, and where the live Christmas tree would fill the home with a pine-scented aroma throughout the holiday season. From our upstairs bedroom windows, Aimee and I would keep watch for Santa's sleigh — and it was never hard to convince ourselves that the blinking red light atop a radio tower in the distance was Rudolph's shiny red nose.
The constant transition period of my college years leaves me without as many specific Christmas memories. I do remember the tiny Christmas tree my parents got me for my dorm room, though I never actually spent a Christmas Day on campus. It was during this period that my parents moved from the home on Maple Drive, to a new house in the bedroom community of Fairfax. I don't remember much about the early years of our Fairfax Christmases — most of what I remember about holiday celebrations at that home are the family gatherings of recent years, which now include my own children and their cousins.
My first Christmas season on my own was spent in my tiny loft apartment in a little town in Missouri called Mexico. My dorm-room Christmas tree came with me, and I purchased shiny static-cling decorations to put on my windows. They were cheesy and cheap, but they were the first Christmas decorations I purchased on my own. I think they're still in a box in my attic somewhere. Those were some lonely days — living in a new town, miles from loved ones.
My wife, Jena, and I had our first Christmas together in another apartment in Mexico — this one a little bigger, with two bedrooms and even a kitchen that was separate from the living room. This is when we finally retired the dorm-room tree, and got a full-sized model. We actually purchased a house in December of that year, so our tree — still partially decorated — was one of the first things we moved to our new house.
Our first Christmas in Blytheville was spent living with Jena's parents, as we had just moved to the community, and had yet to purchase a house. All the same, we still put up our own Christmas tree in our bedroom. This was my daughter Katie's first Christmas, and our tree that year included a special ornament noting "Baby's First Christmas."
And that brings us to our current residence, where we have celebrated every Christmas since. We now have two Christmas trees, one which now features a pair of "baby's first Christmas" ornaments, as well as many other family keepsakes new and old. The other tree is an Iowa Hawkeye-themed Christmas tree (because you always have to remember where you came from).
When Katie and little brother Drew look back on the Christmases of their lives, it will be this home that they remember. Like me, they probably won't remember but a handful of specifics; but I hope the overall memories that have are good ones.
That's what this season is all about.
Looking back, I have nothing close to 38 memories of individual holiday seasons. While I have a few specific memories of Christmases past, most of what I have is but a handful of fuzzy Christmas memories — images, emotions and sentiments, most of which can be attributed over a period of years. It certainly doesn't seem like I've been around for almost 40 Christmas celebrations.
When I set about the task of remembering Christmases past, all I can do is think of the different physical places I've been for Christmas, and recall the emotions associated with each.
My earliest Christmas memories are from the house we lived in until I was about 3, located in a neighborhood called "Fair Oaks" in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. My memories of Fair Oaks Christmases are pretty vague. But I do remember the year my older sister, Aimee, and I agreed to tell what we had gotten each other for Christmas. When Aimee told me I was getting a Winnie the Pooh, I was sure it was a ruse; so I was still surprised when I opened her gift on Christmas Eve. Pooh remained one of my favorite possessions for years afterward.
Most of my childhood memories of Christmas, though, are associated with our house on Maple Drive, where I lived until college. It was there that my parents would annually haul the giant box of Christmas decorations out of the attic every year, where we would hang our red stockings on the wood-burning fireplace, and where the live Christmas tree would fill the home with a pine-scented aroma throughout the holiday season. From our upstairs bedroom windows, Aimee and I would keep watch for Santa's sleigh — and it was never hard to convince ourselves that the blinking red light atop a radio tower in the distance was Rudolph's shiny red nose.
The constant transition period of my college years leaves me without as many specific Christmas memories. I do remember the tiny Christmas tree my parents got me for my dorm room, though I never actually spent a Christmas Day on campus. It was during this period that my parents moved from the home on Maple Drive, to a new house in the bedroom community of Fairfax. I don't remember much about the early years of our Fairfax Christmases — most of what I remember about holiday celebrations at that home are the family gatherings of recent years, which now include my own children and their cousins.
My first Christmas season on my own was spent in my tiny loft apartment in a little town in Missouri called Mexico. My dorm-room Christmas tree came with me, and I purchased shiny static-cling decorations to put on my windows. They were cheesy and cheap, but they were the first Christmas decorations I purchased on my own. I think they're still in a box in my attic somewhere. Those were some lonely days — living in a new town, miles from loved ones.
My wife, Jena, and I had our first Christmas together in another apartment in Mexico — this one a little bigger, with two bedrooms and even a kitchen that was separate from the living room. This is when we finally retired the dorm-room tree, and got a full-sized model. We actually purchased a house in December of that year, so our tree — still partially decorated — was one of the first things we moved to our new house.
Our first Christmas in Blytheville was spent living with Jena's parents, as we had just moved to the community, and had yet to purchase a house. All the same, we still put up our own Christmas tree in our bedroom. This was my daughter Katie's first Christmas, and our tree that year included a special ornament noting "Baby's First Christmas."
And that brings us to our current residence, where we have celebrated every Christmas since. We now have two Christmas trees, one which now features a pair of "baby's first Christmas" ornaments, as well as many other family keepsakes new and old. The other tree is an Iowa Hawkeye-themed Christmas tree (because you always have to remember where you came from).
When Katie and little brother Drew look back on the Christmases of their lives, it will be this home that they remember. Like me, they probably won't remember but a handful of specifics; but I hope the overall memories that have are good ones.
That's what this season is all about.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The perfect gift for the holiday season
If you're still looking for the perfect Christmas gift to give this season, I have a pretty good suggestion for you.
It's guaranteed to be something that's needed. It's certain to be put to good use by the recipient. And best of all — it won't even cost you a thing.
I'm speaking of giving blood.
It's never not a good time to donate blood, but during this Christmas season, when we're so often caught up in the material aspects of the holiday — from the shopping, to the decorating, to the gathering — it's important to remember there are things more important than the hustle and bustle.
There are many people who go without during the holidays. Not only are some people going without gifts or feasts, some are struggling just to live. And that's why heading over to the local Lifeblood Center, rolling up your sleeve and donating a pint of blood can be the ultimate Christmas gift.
I gave blood for just the third time in my life just a couple of weeks ago. It was a rewarding experience. Honestly, I'm ashamed I haven't done it more.
Back in my college days, whenever there was a blood drive, I used to make all kinds of excuses to not take part. I'd make up an illness, or I'd just be "too busy." The truth is, I was just a coward. I had talked myself into an irrational fear of needles, and I was too childish to get over it.
That said, by the time I finally got around to becoming a blood donor — sometime in my mid-20s — it wasn't a pleasant experience. Things started off just fine. Though I agonized over the needle, that part actually went well. It was just a few minutes later — when the room started to spin — that I got worried. Thankfully, the nice ladies on hand reclined my chair and gave me some orange juice, and things returned to normal.
All the same, it was some years later before I worked up the nerve to try it again. This time it was during a Chamber of Commerce blood drive just a few years ago. It went just fine. Minimal pain ... no room spinning ... a free soda ... who could ask for more? Why I didn't become a regular donor at that point is a good question. "Lazy" is most likely the answer.
But a few weeks ago, I found myself with little to do on a Saturday morning, so I figured it was finally time to do what I'd been saying I should do for ages, and donate a pint of blood. Sitting in the local Lifeblood Center, I was in awe of the posters on the wall showing local people who have donated regularly over the years. Like Bernard Beecy, who has donated 18 gallons. Or Iris Crawford, who has donated 15 gallons. Giving blood at every opportunity, it takes over a year to just reach the 1-gallon milestone. Seeing what these people have done made my little pint seem pitiful.
But at least it was something. And though it was but a small first step, it felt really good to do it. And the room didn't even spin at all.
The great thing about donating blood is that almost anyone can do it. You don't have to be rich. You don't have to have a ton of time on your hands. All it takes is an hour or so at the local center. The Blytheville Lifeblood Center, located in the Plaza Shopping Center, is open from 11 a.m.-7 p.m. on Thursdays, and from 8 a.m.-4 p.m. on Fridays and Saturdays. If I can do it, anyone can.
Giving the gift of blood, you won't ever know who received your gift. You won't see a smile of joy as somebody unwraps it. But you will help save a life. And I can't think of a better gift to give than that.
It's guaranteed to be something that's needed. It's certain to be put to good use by the recipient. And best of all — it won't even cost you a thing.
I'm speaking of giving blood.
It's never not a good time to donate blood, but during this Christmas season, when we're so often caught up in the material aspects of the holiday — from the shopping, to the decorating, to the gathering — it's important to remember there are things more important than the hustle and bustle.
There are many people who go without during the holidays. Not only are some people going without gifts or feasts, some are struggling just to live. And that's why heading over to the local Lifeblood Center, rolling up your sleeve and donating a pint of blood can be the ultimate Christmas gift.
I gave blood for just the third time in my life just a couple of weeks ago. It was a rewarding experience. Honestly, I'm ashamed I haven't done it more.
Back in my college days, whenever there was a blood drive, I used to make all kinds of excuses to not take part. I'd make up an illness, or I'd just be "too busy." The truth is, I was just a coward. I had talked myself into an irrational fear of needles, and I was too childish to get over it.
That said, by the time I finally got around to becoming a blood donor — sometime in my mid-20s — it wasn't a pleasant experience. Things started off just fine. Though I agonized over the needle, that part actually went well. It was just a few minutes later — when the room started to spin — that I got worried. Thankfully, the nice ladies on hand reclined my chair and gave me some orange juice, and things returned to normal.
All the same, it was some years later before I worked up the nerve to try it again. This time it was during a Chamber of Commerce blood drive just a few years ago. It went just fine. Minimal pain ... no room spinning ... a free soda ... who could ask for more? Why I didn't become a regular donor at that point is a good question. "Lazy" is most likely the answer.
But a few weeks ago, I found myself with little to do on a Saturday morning, so I figured it was finally time to do what I'd been saying I should do for ages, and donate a pint of blood. Sitting in the local Lifeblood Center, I was in awe of the posters on the wall showing local people who have donated regularly over the years. Like Bernard Beecy, who has donated 18 gallons. Or Iris Crawford, who has donated 15 gallons. Giving blood at every opportunity, it takes over a year to just reach the 1-gallon milestone. Seeing what these people have done made my little pint seem pitiful.
But at least it was something. And though it was but a small first step, it felt really good to do it. And the room didn't even spin at all.
The great thing about donating blood is that almost anyone can do it. You don't have to be rich. You don't have to have a ton of time on your hands. All it takes is an hour or so at the local center. The Blytheville Lifeblood Center, located in the Plaza Shopping Center, is open from 11 a.m.-7 p.m. on Thursdays, and from 8 a.m.-4 p.m. on Fridays and Saturdays. If I can do it, anyone can.
Giving the gift of blood, you won't ever know who received your gift. You won't see a smile of joy as somebody unwraps it. But you will help save a life. And I can't think of a better gift to give than that.
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