She loves the smell of crepes in the morning

From childhood I have known that cooking was not going to be a passion for me. I developed a love of Ramen noodles mostly because of their ease of cooking. When I left for college, I moved into the dorms and quickly signed up for the meal plan. Then after a summer on my own, surviving on pop tarts and um... pop tarts, I moved in with Ms. Barbara Naul. Ms. Naul cooked eggs, sausage and biscuits each morning and served lamb chops and steaks for dinner. In short, I made it through five years of college without ever having to cook a meal. Ms. Naul didn't cook on Wednesday night, so I went scrounging for a cooked meal at my beautiful and talented girlfriend's house. A year later as that same beautiful lady agreed to become my wife, I moved into the apartment that we would live in after the wedding. Kerri came over to see me after I had moved in and after checking the cupboards, quizzically asked where my pots, utencils and plates were? The truth is that I had none and was forced to borrow a pot and fork from her until she moved in as my wife. After a few lessons, I became proficient in boiling water and soon was able to prepare a rather tasty meal of mac and cheese without any assistance what-so-ever,(except for the complex set of instructions on the box).

I have evolved some, and am actually in charge of making eggs on weekday mornings for my family. I can even cook sausage if pressured to do so. Now, I know that for those of you who enjoy posting articles about how you have discovered some small Italian shop that sells the secret ingredient to your exotic organic recipe for your world renowned home made bread, this may not seem that amazing. But trust me, it is tremendous growth in this man's life.

In fact, last Saturday, instead of making pancakes (from a mix), I decided to try and make something that I remember my dad making for my mom, when I was a little kid... Crepes. To my amazement, both the recipe and the cooking method are infinitely more simple than those ornerus pancakes. It was almost enjoyable, and that same beautiful and talented girlfriend from earlier in this article absolutely loves them. Bonus!

Today is veterans day, a Thursday, and we are off of school today. Since Kerri has started teaching, weekends and days off have become much more precious to her and at six thirty this morning I was pounced on and told to get up and make her crepes. I did not mind. The look on her face as she sits in her spot at our restaurant like booth of a dining room table was worth it. No amount of money could entice me to take a job as a chef (what a miserable existence that would be) but I will gladly wake early every Saturday and slave over a hot stove to make crepes if I am rewarded with a smile from my bride.

Surveys show that fewer and fewer families actually sit down to a meal anymore. Maybe we have gotten too busy with both work and entertainment to enjoy the finer things in life, or maybe a few husbands just need to see the look on their wife's face when they make crepes for breakfast.

Little Red Piggy Banks

It's a beautiful morning outside today. I know this because I can see it, just five yards away, through the double glass doors of the Eddy County Fair Grounds' Exhibition Building. I am not outside in the sun because, I am manning the booth at the Eddy County Fair for New Mexico State University Carlsbad until just past lunch today.

I am alone in this endeavor, and it is fairly quiet on this last day of the fair. The Exhibition Building is a large room, not unlike an elementary school cafeteria with red white and blue cloth dividers set up between the twenty or so booths that line the hall. There is a voters registration booth, the Republicans of Eddy County, two or three leather goods booths, a concession stand, and a variety of knick knack dealers and the local Hospice representative. Our booth sits between the Hospice and an empty five minute massage booth. I am writing this blog on my iPad while sitting on one of three small folding chairs. There are sundry boxes of applications, flyers and promotional items, most of which are stuffed loosely under a wobbly six foot long folding table which has been covered with black cloth. We have the usual promotional items, fall class schedules, bookmarks, GED applications and such. It is a pleasant was to spend a Saturday, though I'd much rather the venue be outside like a "real" county fair. I don't begrudge in the least, the opportunity to act as the face of the University for a few hours. Who knows, maybe I'll even convince someone to enroll at NMSU Carlsbad today. In truth, I enjoy watching folks stroll, roll and limp by. It is a funny thing to observe people... especially how people react to free stuff.

Among the promotional items on the table are the usual branded pens, LED key rings and plastic loot bags. Some years ago, for some strange reason, someone saw fit to print the NMSU logo on the side of little translucent red piggy banks. These pigs wouldn't hold a roll of nickels and if I were a gambling man, I'd call it a safe bet that the sum of all the pigs we've distributed, (and we have given out a rumen full over the years), haven't seen a collective three dollars. The things just aren't all that useful. But I guess they're cute... I don't see it, but apparently there are a lot of folks who do.

Right now would be an ideal spot to launch into a rant about Americans and their obsession with stuff. In truth, I figure if a person is using their own money and I am not obliged to give up money or shelf space for it, let them collect junk until it falls out of their ears.

I don't care why people are so drawn to these little pigs. What strikes me as odd is the manner in which they do it. Like paupers who have come upon the rarest treasure they swoop down on my table. Usually they are older ladies who laugh when you ask them if they are interested in classes, so we can assume that they are not going to save coins for college in their little treasures. I don't know what people will do with these little piggies. Maybe it is like Halloween and Trick or Treating, you don't really care what you get as long a you get. Twice today I have had to ask folks to take just one. And when I ask, they quickly set the one (or three) down, hard, like a caught thief and then they glare at you. But to the other pig, the one in their other hand, they cling to like my children cling to me during a lightning storm. These pig conisours rarely say a word, and usually make a hasty retreat, clutching their remaining pig tight to their chest, or stowing it safely in their loot bag. It leaves you thinking, "Hmmm."

It's not all that odd, in the grand scheme of human oddities, but it is interesting and a bit funny to see how attached we can get to a trinket that will probably collect more dust than anything else in it's lifetime. One might expect to see the yard sale market flooded with these little red pigs in the near future, but I imagine that more likely, folks will not part with their treasures in this life. Maybe we will see them on the Antique Roadshow, some fifty years from now, worth more money than you or I'll pull in this year. Maybe.

I think I will go and de-clutter the garage.

The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt

Last summer, on a visit to the Sunny State of California, while shuffling through our good friend's book shelves, I came across a copy of "The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt". I am a little embarrassed to say that I was mezmorized by the book, because it has taken me over a year to read it. In truth though, it has been one of the best books that I have read in a long time. Nothing has yet come close to "Sam and the Firefly" or "The Fat Cat" and "Wild at Heart" was a good read, but this was a really good book.I am by any calculation a slow reader, and this is book, which contains just over 800 pages was no exception. over the last year, between soccer games, lawn mowings and various trips to the "here and there", usually out on the front deck, I would read two or three pages at a time... more when the future President was hunting bears or tracking outlaws and less when he was reforming legislation as a commissioner or elected offical.

Tonight though, as the kids were engrossed in a Disney movie and Kerri zipped through another novel (she is the speed demon of readers), I finally finished the book. In a little motel just off of the interstate, in the middle of Louisiana, as the rain fell outside my window, I completed the final four page Epilogue. Amazed at my small accomplishment and at the power of the final paragraph, I read it three times to myself, before reading it aloud once to my wife. I don't know how impressed she was, but I sure was.

Afterwards, fairly anti-climatically, I set the book on the table, momentarily satisfied with myself, knowing that I will probably never pick it up again.

I am not an avid reader, I read slowly, comprehend even more so and am often distracted by small ambient sounds and sights to the point that I have to re-read entire sections three times or more. With a beautiful wife and three wonderful kids vying for my attention, there is little motivation to set aside the time it takes to digest a book worth digesting. However, I am glad that I set aside the time to complete this book, I recommend it to you, it is a very good book. But even if this is not the book for you, I think it would do you good to search for a good read, something to stretch the mind a bit. Doing something a little bigger than you think yourself capable is a good thing, even if it is just a book.

I already have the next book purchased. I have no illusions, I may never make it past chapter one. But maybe in another year or so, you will find me here, rather proud of myself again, singing the praises of " A Patriots History of the United States".

Just maybe

She Did It!!!

In my last post I mentioned that Kerri had passed her graduate test and only had to complete the coursework required to graduate. Well, she did and is now ready to graduate. Her cap, gown and hood arrived and she turned in her last paper. It was a wonderful moment as she hit SEND and the paper whooshed silently into cyberspace. It was actually a little anti-climactic... I was expecting Vivaldi to play, balloons to pop up or something, but silence was the sound we heard as we starred at the blank screen in wonderment at the consequences of that little push of the button.

Tonight she will walk across the stage and receive her degree and be hooded. I am very proud of her and though I have probably not been the most supportive husband over the last five years, I never doubted her determination or ability to pull off what is an amazing accomplishment under normal circumstances. Kerri was able to manage straight A's all through her degree and be a wonderful mom, husband and daughter.

Probably the best part is that, as a Professor at NMSU, I will be there on stage with her as she receives her degree. I have been given the honor of presenting her with the hood at the ceremony, Maybe I will even be able to recite my poem! I doubt it though.

The results are in...

When I took the position as instructor at NMSU Carlsbad, one of the perks was that my family receives six credits free each semester. This means that Kerri has, over the last few years, made significant progress towards earning a Masters degree in Education, with an emphasis in Curriculum and Instruction.

She has made so much progress towards earning that degree that she is in serious danger of graduating this spring! She even went so far as to complete the four hour Master's exam a few weeks ago.

Well just yesterday, she received notice that she passed. While we never doubted her abilities, we are very proud of her. She has managed to maintain a 4.0 grade average throughout the degree, which has not been easy.

There are plenty of smart people out there, and I'm sure that if you were inclined to look, you might find a few good lookers out there. But rare are the women who possess the poise, beauty and intelligence of my lovely bride.

I am one lucky dog.

Weeds + Kids = a Nice Yard

This week is Spring Break in Carlsbad and in order to celebrate, we have planned... nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nada. Squat. Zippo. Nothing!

I know that may not sound like much fun to you, but since Kerri started school, I started teaching, and the kids started... well, being kids and playing soccer, singing, piano, student council, science fair, basketball, jumprope club, band and so much more, a little nothing is just what the doctor ordered.

Yesterday, after Church, we besieged the backyard with gloves and rakes and shovels. No leaf was left unbagged, no pecan left unpicked, no weed was left unplucked. and in the end, though there is little grass and the paths that the dogs have worn are still unlevel, the back yard is a pleasant place to be.

Sometimes, in our busy lives, working inside under the life sapping glow of florescent lighting, listening to the eternal hum of electrical appliances, printers and computers, we forget the great peace that can be found in the the silence of the outdoors.

Come Monday, they will come for me, looking to drag me back indoors. This week however, I am king, or maybe prince, of my own backyard. The King is the one who sends the sun that makes the backyard beautiful, and I am so greatful to Him for that.

Mighty Large Hail

Here Ruthie Roo waits patiently to see if I will put the hail down her brother's shirt.

Growing up in central New Mexico, the only hail I ever saw as a child was the small stuff, the size of peas or maybe marbles once or twice. Mind you, it hurt, but after getting hit a few times, the wisest among us learned that the best way to avoid the pain was to stay inside. Eventually, even I learned that inside was the best place to be in a hail storm.

We lived in a large house with a tin roof, so even the small stuff was sounded awfully impressive, but I don't remember ever losing a window or a cat to hail.

I have seen larger hail on television and recently my uncle's house, in the center of the state, was pummeled to the point that cars were totaled and siding was destroyed. The pictures looked impressive, but I don't guess it really sank home.

Long time Carlsbad residents tell stories of softball or golfball sized hail, which I had always guessed was smaller hail that had been run through a fish story or two, but last night for first time, I experienced hail that I worried might have the power to break glass. Not the size of basketballs, mind you, but larger than I had ever seen.

The picture above was taken moments after the hail stopped. I gathered a sampling of the hail and took a picture with my phone. It measures about 3/4s of an inch and the cracking noise it made as it glanced off the windows sounded like a baseball connecting with a bat.

I'd have to say that regardless of the size, the sound is much more impressive on corrugated tin than anything else, but the whack whacking on the glass was pretty cool. The cool part being the fact that no windows were lost.

Moments after it began, it was over and deathly silent. Within five minutes, the skies were clearing and we saw nothing more through the night.

I checked early this morning and the hail was gone. There were no signs of pitting on the vehicles, though the hail removed the majority of the remaining pecans from the trees and the streets were brown from dislodged hulls and branches. Driving to work at 7AM, there were drifts of hail along the shoulders, but by 9AM when I emerged from the classroom they were gone.

I often dream of replacing my indoor teaching job, computers, pressed shirts and paved roads for land, a ranch house and cattle or maybe a farm. Some days a post hole digger and miles of fence to string sound more appealing than program reviews, Chairing department meetings and such. Last night left me wondering, how many cow hands have had the sense knocked out of (or into) them while riding herd on a stormy night.