Company slogans

When you come up with a company slogan, I think it's important to be honest, straightforward, and basically state what your company does in a succinct manner. So today's winner comes courtesy of my sister. She is doing receivables for Insta-Chain, our family business, and one of their customers uses the following slogan:

"We Mount Anything"

Amazing. Nothing more needs to be said.

Sick (at work) day.

Today is one of those days when you feel sick, but not quite sick enough to stay home from work. If I was any worse, or if I didn't have anything to do at work today, I'd probably have called in. But I thought I'd give it my best shot.

However, that didn't stop me from going to my car for what amounted to a one hour nap, while listening to Okkervil River. I was so tired, but now I feel refreshed, although I still feel a tad poopy.

Naps are awesome.

Dad

So, Thanksgiving weekend was the first time I've been to Utah and, in turn, visited the cemetery since my Dad passed away. Last time I was there was on February 24, the day we left to come back home to San Diego. In April his headstone was installed as was his name on the Veterans Memorial, located just a few feet from his grave site. It was a pretty surreal site to see his name engraved on the granite, and it once again sunk in to me that it was all final. I knew that returning home was going to be hard, but I also knew that it would be good for me. I was really looking forward to see the grave and the memorial.
Probably one of the weirdest things was walking into the house for the first time and not seeing him in his white recliner, watching TV or reading a book. He'd always be in that chair, then, when we would walk in, he'd get right up and come greet us. It signified that we were home. So that was a little hard, but it was okay. Mom came rushing to the door when we came in, and it was so great to see her, and give her a big hug. It did feel good to be home again. I don't want her to feel like her house isn't home anymore, because it does feel like home, it's just a little different. I know that a lot of the family is having a very hard time with everything, but I just hope they don't forget about her, and that it is still home to them even though Dad/Grandpa isn't there any more. He is there in spirit anyway, watching over everyone.
We had a wonderful time up in Utah, but it went way too fast. It was definitely a melancholy trip at times, just remembering my Dad, and missing him a lot, but it was great to be able to spend a lot of time with the family and see a bunch of old friends again.

You gotta do what you gotta do.

Melissa and I spent Thanksgiving in Utah, and while we were there, we visited my Dad's grave a few times. One thing I noticed when I was there is that sometimes you might want to leave some flowers for a loved one, but you don't happen to have a vase with you. And, of course you don't want to just lay the flowers on the headstone, that's just not classy enough. So, what I learned is that you can just cut the top off of whatever you happen to be drinking (preferably in a can), put the flowers in that "vase" and leave it on the headstone.



I'd like to thank Ralph's relatives for teaching me that a can of Natural Ice makes the perfect vase for pink roses. Classy.

Rob vs. Melissa

So, I've been meaning to post this, but have been holdingoff for no apparent reason. I'd like to say that I've been busy, but I've only been mildly busy. Mostly I'm just lazy, and when I get home from work I sit on the couch and watch some TV shows or a couple of NBA games since I am still getting NBA Season Pass for free (Nice!). Anyway, I know that everyone and their dog have made the comparison between guys and girls, about how different they are, but I thought I'd make a comparison between my wife and me.

The situation I have chosen is during those times when one of us is out of the house for an evening. It doesn't happen too often, since we do most things together, but on occasion she has to work late, I go play basketball, or one of us goes out of town.

Now, when Melissa is gone, you can find me in one place: the couch. I'll get home from work, and lay on the couch with Frank (our psycho cat) for a couple of hours (see first paragraph). Then, at about 8 or 8:30, I'll decide that I'm hungry, and require some nourishment, at which time I'll make a run for IN N' OUT for a Double-Double or to Cotixan for some delectable Mexican food. Then, maybe I'll put in a movie.

Now, when I'm gone, you never know what will happen. I usually always come home to some furniture rearranged, things thrown away or something else. See, Melissa, when left alone, gets bored. So, a couple weeks ago, when I came home from basketball (I was only gone two hours, I thought It'd be safe), Melissa had managed to transform her hair from blonde, to a brownish gray! Not an easy feat. I wondered if she was trying to make herself look older, since she is always complaining about people thinking that she is about 15. Last year, I walked in the door to find her sitting in the corner, with books laying everywhere, because she was arranging books and the shelf collapsed. At any rate, it is always an adventure to come home from an extended absence, and I always look forward to it. That was the tell, now here is the show. Isn't she adorable?

Do they know it's Christmas?

So, one of the true gems of the Holiday season has to be the Band Aid song, Do they know it's Christmas? With Paul Young, Sting and even Bono, you can't go wrong. Enjoy.
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The wife

It has come to my attention, from various sources, that m'blog makes me look like a single guy. And, come to think of it, there is nary a mention of my lovely wife, Melissa. Rest assured, I am taken, and I am a lucky SOB to have the lady I do. I usually do m'blog posting at work, and I have been meaning to write a post about my bride, but I keep forgetting to bring pictures that I wanted to post. Therefore, I am posting this now, to let all of you know out there, that I have an amazing, beautiful, funny wife.

Sorry to break all of your hearts.

Former Cougar

So, I ran across this link, courtesy of The Sports Guy about Owen Pochman, former BYU placekicker. Apparently his life is interesting enough to write a book. Wow!

http://www.justakicker.com/

Cool music.

As part of my blog, I'd like to regularly share songs that make a guy happy. Here is a song that just pleases me: Australia, by The Shins.

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It's been a while.

But, I thought I'd give this blog thing another try. Court, you have inspired me. I hope I don't bore the world with my posts.

Meanwhile, here is a picture of a guy on Halloween

Nike

So I feel as though I was in my own personal Nike ad this morning, as I went running in the driving rain and pelting snow. As I selected Metallica as my chosen playlist and stepped off the porch for my 2 mile jog to hell and back, I realized that I had underestimated Mother Nature. The hard pieces of snow, not quite hail, but definitely not flakes, pelted my face incessantly for the first mile, till I turned around and headed back home. No worries, young readers, I survived to tell this tale to you, and hopefully to Nike for their next commercial for running shoes (although I was wearing New Balances, but they don't have to know that).

Hello world of blog readers...

So, my name is Rob, and I don't have much to say today, other than it is a glorious day here in the SLC Punk. I was just outside for a video shoot, 75º and blue skies.

This is my first foray into the Web log world, so bear with me.

This will probably be a boring page.

sorry.

rob