UGIC Conference

I'm on my way to a conference this week. I love southern Utah.

I just thought I should post something related to my GIS career since the blog is called Map Making and More.

Tent Mania

A short while ago, I helped my little boy make a tent in the living room with blankets and chairs. He loved it. He got to go in there with a flashlight and have a blast. The cat really liked it too. Now my son asks to make a tent every day (what have I done! Do you ever have that thought? Why did I have to go and teach him that or say that in his presence. Like today my wife was getting some chicken ready to cook and he was curious about the little thing under the frozen chicken. She told him that it was to catch the blood, and then we told him that this meat was once a chicken and they killed it so we can eat it, and my wife said something about chopping of the chicken's head, and of course now we have a three year-old going around talking about chopping off heads, killing and blood. It's funny because when you say stuff, you forget, even though it's already happened a million times, that they are going to be saying it now, and at the most inopportune times. Hey, whoa, I'm still in parentheses and way off track, where was I? here we go) and making a tent every day and cleaning it up isn't exactly my dream come true. So, of course, I did something else I probably shouldn't have done. I set up our little two man tent in the living room. Honestly, It's been pretty fun, but now he cries when I say we need to put it away. Plus he always wants it opened or closed. Anyway. Saturday night, I turned it toward the television and tuned into the Jazz game. We had fun watching the game and tossing a ball back and forth. During halftime, I read him some stories and he went to sleep in the tent. The End.

Destiny

I was thinking this morning (I have some good thinking time on my walk to and from the bus stop) about a dream I had a long time ago. It was very vivid and I remember getting up and trying to write it down so I wouldn't forget it. I think I was in my early teens. Anyway, you know how in dreams you sometimes know something very clearly even though the images and events of the dream don't say it or show it. Well, I remember this dream really giving me the impression that it had something to do with the girl I would marry. And here's something interesting too, I couldn't ever picture the face of the girl in the dream. I remember it being very clear in the dream but then never being able to bring it to mind after I woke up. (Which was weird for me because I'm very good with faces) I even think later on in life I tried to imagine that girls I knew or liked were that girl, but they never fit. This is getting a little of subject now, because the girl isn't the interesting or key point in the story as I look back at it now. In the dream I was chasing the girl when she left a room and I couldn't catch up to her. I wanted to talk to her. I chased and I looked and I finally gave up. But in this building there was a computer kiosk where you could send a song to someone (this is interesting too in that I don't think I even had an email address at this point and this kind of a thing wasn't common or "doable" i guess, back then like it would be today) I sat down and picked a song and tried to send it, but it started playing a song that I wasn't familiar with, that wasn't the song I picked. I was confused and trying to go back, but it just played the song and I couldn't control it anymore.

Q: What was the song?

A: Moon River

Q: Why is that significant?

A: It's only my wife's favorite song from her favorite movie. That's all.

I love you honey! I can't believe it's almost been five years that we've been married. You're wonderful and such a blessing to my life. I love you!