Teambuilding Activities

In my HR class last semester, we were put in teams to develop a egg protection device with straws and tape.
As pictured, we had the smallest team of just two. We were given a budget, with each straw costing against that budget at differing prices based on the type of straw. We were given a limited time to design and build, before we exited the building to put our designs to the test.

When I dropped our protected egg about 12 feet down onto the pavement, our egg survived. It was one of three eggs to survive. The next challenge was to toss the egg up. I tossed ours too high, and our egg didn't survive. However, at the end, I discovered that our design was the only one under budget. The "winning" team was over budget according to several of their team members. Still bitter? A competitive guy like me? You betcha!

Rafting

I experienced my first rafting trip today, and I am sold. The rapids were minimal, but I enjoyed paddling. That said, I do look forward to experiencing rougher water. Waiting to see how the arms feel tomorrow morning, but I do know that I am beat.

Six Nations Championship

As I have mentioned before, I like, no I love rugby! My love for the sport actually originated from an unlikely source. Several years ago, while researching my genealogy, I discovered my Welsh origins. At the same time I had discovered Aussie Rules Football on the local MHz station. I took the two data points, along with my years of disappointment in the Bengals performance in the NFL, and decided to look into rugby with the aim of cheering for my Celtic homeland of Wales.

So in 2005, I followed my first Six Nations Championship, listening to matches via online radio stations. Choosing to cheer for Wales was no disappointment, as they not only won the championship, they won a Grand Slam, meaning that they beat every single opponent.

I remember that I was particularly taken back by the singing of hymns before the matches. I soon became a fan of the William Williams hymn Cwm Rhondda, or as we here in the States know it, Guide Me, O Thou Great Redeemer. Cwm Rhondda is, of course, the battle hymn of Wales Rugby.

I have ever since been a huge fan of Wales Rugby and of the Six Nations Championship. I can't wait until 6 Feb 2010 to watch the Welsh take on the English in their Six Nations opener. The tune As Long As We Beat the English is going through my head as I type. Go Wales! Beat the English, and bring home another Grand Slam!

Another Thing I Don't Like

Going home from work I discover that the check engine light is on. Realizing that I had just filled up with gas, I figure that I must have not twisted the gas cap on well. However, I feel prompted to flip up the hood and give the engine a look over. I figured I could check the oil, because that is about my level of car knowledge. Popped the hood and discovered a pile of leaves behind the engine block. I thought it was odd, and almost thought it looked like a purposefully made nest or something. Surely not....After the removal of the leaves I was astonished to see missing and pieces of tubes and wiring. Could they have gotten sucked up to some spinning part of the engine? I called my wife and told her i was going to attempt to take the car to our trusted mechanic, who thankfully was close by. The car now began to lurch at every stop, just begging to shut itself down. Luckily, I made it to the mechanic, who upon hearing my story was quick to say that it sounded like mice. He looked and exclaimed that something much bigger than a mouse did that. At first I had images of a big-old-nasty rat, but after some research, we believe it to have been the work of one of the many squirrels in our neighborhood. Not so cute anymore!

Competition

I am not ashamed to admit that I like being competitive, which really means I like to win...don't get me wrong I am no sore loser (at least not most of the time), I just like to win. And if you win, there is no need to be sore about losing.

After arriving home today, I proudly, yea even boastfully, declared that I still had the ability to "Wow people with my physical showmanship," which of course my wife thought sounded like I was admitting to being a Chip-and-Dale dancer. But no, I was talking about triumph at the dizzy bat race, which was part of the carnival type festivities that followed a company meeting.

I watched others participating in the dizzy bat race, and was at first inclined to stay clear, but it took few seconds to change my mind. In this version of the game, you were required to spin around on a bat, as pictured, five times before running to another bat about 50 yards or so away and repeating the spinning, before attempting to run back past the starting line.

The record before my attempt was 1:58, and I was determined to take the record for my own. As I spun around at the start, the time keeper said that I was flying, which encouraged me to seek nothing less than total victory. I ran to the second bat with very little trouble and started the spins again. On my way back I ran as fast as I could, managing to stay on my feet, although the dizziness caused me to run diagonally, and I ended up at least 50 yards from the first bat, but I needed only to cross the line. I was the only one to stay standing, and my time was 1:02! Victory was sweet, especially since in recent time I have had very few physical fetes to boast of. So at least if I have to go to work tomorrow with a red end-of-bat mark on my forehead, I can wear it with pride.

Tennis Lessons

The first day of tennis lessons was quite enjoyable, of course the beautiful weather helped. The session started with a warm up of the kids hitting bubbles with their rackets. I was one of the designated bubble blowers and had to make sure that the kids didn't swing their rackets at a bubble that veered towards another's head. They then were instructed to line up and do some exercises such as arms circles and stretches for the hamstrings. They were then instructed to do hopscotch, to help them further loosen up and so they could get used to jumping. This was followed by a follow-the-leader game of jogging and jumping while weaving in and out of cones. They also "walked the dog" using their rackets to direct a rolling ball through the cones and finally into the net. Another activity was to balance a ball on their rackets while walking to a basket to deposit the ball. The most popular activity by far was "Popcorn," where the tennis coach put lots of balls on her racket and tossed them into the air for the kids to catch. Another popular activity was making "ice cream cones," where parents tossed balls for the kids to catch in cones. Finally at the end, the parents got to toss balls to the children to try and hit. I'll have fun practicing these activities with my son during the week before next Saturday's lesson.

Visiting the Estates of U.S. Presidents

My family and I enjoy taking tours of historical homes, which for me was fostered by mother, who always liked to take us to places like Shaker Village in Kentucky, etc. My wife and I have discovered that visiting the homes of our former Presidents is especially enjoyable.

While visiting Lancaster County, PA this past week, we took some time to take a tour of Wheatland, the estate of former President James Buchanon. The guide was very knowledgeable and friendly, and was quick to rememeber the names of our boys. It was a beautiful home and the surrounding neigborhood was an architectural treat. I would love to live in one of any number of homes surrounding Wheatland.

So far, we have also visited Mount Vernon, and Monticello. We can take advantage of living in Virgina and visiting Ohio, to get in several more homes of Presidents.

Amish Country

At least once a year, we make a pilgrimage to Amish Country in Lancaster County, PA. It some magical force that draws us there. We still get excited to see the Amish riding in their horse drawn buggys, their traditional "plain" clothing, and to hear their German accents when they speak. I think I feel a strong connection with them partly from knowing that my grandmother's ancestry where Amish who settled in the same county over 200 years ago. Of course, I must admit I love their pretzels, my favorite being Immergut Pretzels. We went back this year on Easter weekend. I made sure to get some birch beer (a type of root beer) and delicious cheeses. We enjoyed driving around the back roads around the many farms and along the Susquehana River, the same river that the Prophet Joseph Smith was baptized, but we were much further down stream from that area.

Easter Eggs

I always enjoyed making Easter eggs as a kid, and I still do. I remember making fancy Russian eggs with bees wax in high school, which were cool, but for a kid how can you beat Star Wars Easter eggs, especially since they were already boiled! Of course, even the happiness from making Star Wars Easter eggs would be meaningless if it were not for the true meaning of Easter. I am so thankful to our Lord and Savior, who suffered to atone for our sins, and died that they we might live. I know that as we keep the Lord's commandments, following His example, we will live again with our Father in Heaven, our Lord Jesus Christ, and all of our loved ones.

Hanami

One practice that I adopted from Japan, where I served my LDS mission, is that of hanami. If you didn't just click through to the Wikipedia link, hanami is the viewing flower blossoms (the Japanese preference is the cherry blossoms) in early spring time. To get the most out of a hanami you must pack up a picnic and enjoy it with family and friends. This year it was a little chilly when we did our hanami, but it was enjoyable all the same. I made some traditional hanami treats, yakitori and onigiri and added some watermelon cubes, orange slices, and my wife made cookies. As you can see in the picture, my youngest thought that the blossoms could possibly be more of a treat than just for the eyes.

Bluberries! Part Deux

So back in September I told you about how we went blueberry picking, and how I saved some seeds to grow. This week, I looked at the bag with the seeds in a now dried up paper towel and decided it was perhaps time to toss it, especially with the small weird mushrooms growing. However, before I tossed it out I caught a glimmer of green and was happy to find a blueberry sprout. In fact after peeling through the paper towel I found several. Oh what joy I felt to see these little sproutlings of blueberry goodness. I was quick, yet careful, to transplant them into soil. Fingers crossed that these little guys will one day yield buckets full of plump, juicy blueberries. Yum!

What I Don't Like....

Destructive Teenagers! We were not inside even 30 minutes before I looked out the window to see that some nasty kid destroyed our snow fort. I wasn't like that as a kid, and I never will understand the pleasure that delinquents get from destroying other people's property or creations. I'll stop here to keep my anger in check. Thank goodness for Wii Boxing...I do like that!