We are demographically incorrect.
We know it. We are proud of it!
While talking to my mother it hit me that this is the best descriptor of the family we have become. It all lives in my head, in my hard drives, in the pictures yellowing in the ‘bear box’ in the bedroom. On paper, it just doesn’t work, but it worked. Articulating how we got from A to B might just help.
First step – define your terms.
Demography is a great place to start.
First data point – dot – I am a member of Generation Jones. Not really sure how much I care about that label. But is as good of a demographic point, as any, to get started.
Here is the sad part, I began looking into exactly what ‘Generation Jones’ really meant because of an absolutely fascinating reference on a wikipedia page that needed a citation. I found a decent citation, but I cannot find the original article, thus why the reference landed here. ARGH. Damn ADD!
Why would someone use ‘private browsing‘?
Man – my age is showing. We called this “porn browsing” for so long, I forgot about it had a real purpose…
Good thing to remember while performing final acceptance testing – adoption rollout? – of new systems.
First line in new adoption play book!
Most of my lifetime, Memorial Day has been a ‘three-day weekend’ away from the mundane. By the time I was 10 years-old, the Uniform Monday Holiday Act was in full force.
As a child, it was the fireworks celebrations over the lakes; observing a moment of silence for those who had served, with my father and Uncle Bill. (FWIW – I am thrilled that fireworks are no longer easily available to teenage boys!)
As a younger adult, I tended to have accidents on the three-day holiday known as Memorial Day. At one point, I thought it was going to be named for me! Two years in a row, I was in traffic accidents I thought were going to do me in! So I stopped venturing out on the long holidays and began staying home. The tragedy of that line of thinking? All of the accidents were within 4 miles of my home, at the time.
Both of those accidents changed the trajectory of my life.
Memorial Day weekend is full of memories for me…from random to significant, the last full weekend in May has always meant something to me.
As a younger child,I spent every three-day weekend in a camper, towing a boat, and fishing. I have many fond memories of spending time with my family trolling the likes of Blue Mesa when there was a three-day weekend. These were the ‘bonding moments’ and we didn’t truly appreciate them.
My father used to call us ‘spoiled-brats’ and I now understand.
We were complaining about spending our holiday weekend on the lake, with the family, and not a care in the world. We didn’t have to work to make ends meet. We had no idea how great life was, we complained about spending too much time in a boat. Granted, it wasn’t a boat like what they have here, but we were in the middle of a dry state where what we called “lakes” barely pass as potholes here.
We were blessed because our parents gave us a childhood. Bless them for that.
My first Memorial Day Weekends Past are all about camping, family and friends.
My father is a veteran and gave more for this country than most. Many of my ramblings are about my father’s military experience. Every one of these weekend adventures would include story time where my father and Uncle Bill would regale us with tales that surely they had been told or made up. At the end of ‘story time’ we would observe a moment of silence for those who had sacrificed so much for our freedom. Never did I completely understand.
Uncovering what is interesting…
It is no secret that we are always networking. At the store, at the children’s school, at church, everywhere. It doesn’t hurt to be able to answer the question ‘What is interesting?’ Be it about yourself, your family, your environment. My philosophy is to be prepared. I like this approach to being prepared to share what is interesting about myself.
I finally have a target date to complete my break-up with BofA. June 11th. With any luck at all, this date will be known as BofA Freedom Day. If my estimates are accurate, I should be able to march in there and close out all of my accounts!
I can barely wait!
This has been whirlwind week. My daughter flew in for a visit. We don’t get too many of those. She just graduated with her Master’s this month and this was our time together to celebrate.
She is the ultimate over-achiever! I am so proud of her!
It is true that blasted, WASP-y value where the child’s success surpasses the parent. She has me. She has more degrees! Not only that, she is happier. She likes what she is doing and is doing what she likes. How could you want anything more for your child?