Thursday, 4/30

It's either going to be amazing or it's going to implode spectacularly. I don't think there's any middle ground.

At T-6 days before we leave for Europe I have 100,000 things to take care of, among them making sure that I have not one but two TV bits ready to go this weekend, one that I'll be doing live on Monday and the other taped ahead of time to air on the 11^th., The latter, the one that airs while I'm in Germany, is pretty much taken care of. It's fully written, and just needs a few pictures to go along with it. The former, the one that'll do live Monday?

THAT'S the one that's either going to be amazing or implode spectacularly. At this point, I'm not quite sure which way it'll go.

The one I'm taping ahead of time for the 11^th will be reflective, will be something a normal adult would do, albeit with a few wisecracks. The one I'm planning on doing live Monday will be anything but. I mean, I could still change my mind between now and then; after all, I'm doing it live and, unlike the one I'll be taping, I have some leeway in what I do.

But I think I'm gonna go for it.

It's funny; after doing almost 200 editions of “Life in the 906” you'd think that every wild idea that could ever pop out of my head has popped out of my head. But you know what? Sometimes, getting an idea for a reflective one is hard. It's the wild ones that pop out of nowhere, prompted by something I see or, in the case of the one I'm planning for Monday, a date on the calendar. I don't know how and I don't know why, but that's the way it happens.

Lucky me, huh?

Like I said, I have a few days in which I could pull out of this wild idea, but I don't know that I will. And like I said, it's gonna go one way or another. It's either going to be amazing or it's going to implode spectacularly..

Keep your fingers crossed.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, 4/29

Wow. I guess I do have something that would almost qualify me as a Yooper.

We've discussed this in here before, about how I, even though I was born in the UP and have spent over 85% of my life here, am not considered a “Yooper”. I don't do things Yoopers do, and I've had people from all across the UP inform me that despite my birthplace I'm not a Yooper. According to people ranging from Munising to Champion I'm a “city boy”, both because I'm from Marquette and because I prefer concrete over trees & swamps.

I'm just a bad person, I guess. Or at least a bad Yooper.

(And, if truth be told, I'm fine with it. I KNOW I'm not a “real” Yooper. I'm more of an “Urban Yooper”, which I hope isn't too much of an oxymoron).

Anyway, this “Urban Yooper” noticed something while getting ready to head to Germany next week. The weather forecast calls for (thankfully) mild temperatures, and so I dug out several pair of shorts to bring with me. I like these shorts a lot; they're handy and they look good on me. The secret about them?

They're Carhartt shorts. That's right—I own two pieces of clothing from the line that “real” Yoopers call their own. NOW can I be considered a “real” Yooper?

8-)

Don't worry. I'm not going to take up hunting or 4-wheeling or ragging on “city boys”. I just have two pair of shorts that I really like, and they just happened to be from a company that also makes rugged jackets, work clothes, and and whatever else “real” Yoopers wear. Who knew, right? So now, I can proudly say “I own a piece of Carhartt”, even if it is just a pair (or two) of shorts.

In what's probably another sign that I'm not a “real” Yooper I'm wondering how I'll feel the first time I wear them in Germany and the Carhartt logo sticks out. After all, I've never worn a piece of their clothing in Europe before. Does one act differently? Will my attempts to fit in over there be rendered moot? Will they immediately peg me as an “American” and not just as me?

I just want to make sure I'm doing this right.

Since I do like them so much, as the weather gets warmer over the next few months and if you happen to see me around wearing a pair of tan or green shorts, you'll know I've stepped out in one of my pieces of Carhartt. It may have taken me awhile, but at least I do have something from that iconic, Yooper-loved label.

(jim@wmqt.com), Urban Yooper.  But one who DOES own Carhartt!

Tuesday, 4/28

I wasn't even aware the picture existed. But now, I'm glad I found it.

Over the weekend I was putting together everything for my TV piece last night, which dealt with college students and how they're about to leave for the summer. In the course of it I mentioned that I was a college students at one time, and I wanted to include a picture of me in a cap & gown to go along with it.

I searched and searched for that particular shot, but as it turns out neither Loraine nor I ever scanned it into digital form. I did, however, come across a page I had scanned (but never edited) from one of my parents' photo albums. And that's when I came across this picture from my college graduation--

I really don't remember that day (other that it being a blur), so I don't recall this particular picture being take. But when I saw it I was glad it had been taken, as it pictures me and my grandparents on that fateful day. They were always big champions of mine, and while I can't speak for them over 30 years after the fact, I have the feeling looking at the shot that they were kinda proud.

I mean, if I had to guess, that's what I would guess.

So while I didn't find the picture I was looking for, I did find a picture that, at least in my mind, is a whole lot better.

Even if up until this past Sunday, I had no idea that it actually existed.

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How did the picture fit into the TV piece? See for yourself--

(jim@wmqt.com) 

Monday, 4/27

The suitcases are out & ready to go.

I had a busy weekend trying, of course, to work ahead on a whole bunch of stuff. I succeeded in most of it, and had an added bonus--the annual voyage of our trip suitcases from the recesses of our basement to the welcoming light of our living room.

It was glorious.

We leave a week from Wednesday, and the suitcases will soon be packed with all kinds of stuff. Although, if you want to be technical, the suitcases are already kind of filled with many things needed for over a week in Germany. Mine, for instance, has several plastic containers (used to safely transport chocolate and cereal), half a roll of bubble wrap (to safely wrap the chocolate before it gets put into the aforementioned plastic containers), various other non-plastic containers, a roll of duct tape, two unused washcloths, and an unopened package of socks.

Throw in a few shirts, some shorts, and a toothbrush, and I’m already packed!

Well, okay, maybe not TOTALLY packed, but with the stuff we picked up at Target a few weekends ago I think we're way ahead of schedule. We usually go to Target a few weeks before we bring the suitcases up and raid their section of travel-sized items. We pick up whatever toiletries, medicines, and personal care items we need and pack them in the plastic containers. Then the last night of the trip we toss whatever we haven’t used and/or won’t need, clean out the containers, and repack them with chocolate and other goodies. That way, we don’t go over our suitcase weight limit and have to pay a zillion dollars, and we get all of our stuff safely home.

Of course, that’s actually worked too well on several occasions. More than once I’ve had to buy several rolls of paper towels to fill out my suitcase. It serves a couple of purposes, though--the paper towels act as a great, lightweight filler, and once we get home, we have the joy of being perhaps the only people in the U.S. who are using strangely sized rolls of French or German paper towels.

Over the next few days we’ll be tossing pieces of clothing and other items we’ll be needing into the suitcases in our living room. Then a day or two before the trip, we’ll rearrange everything, pack it all neatly, and then put our TSA approved locks on them, where the suitcases then won’t be opened until we get to Kaiserslauten the day we get there (unless, of course, US or EU security gets bored and feels the need to go through them). And that, of course, is optimistically believing our luggage gets to Europe the same time we do. Unlike, say, several of our past trips.

So now when we look at our checklist of things to do, “bring suitcases up from the basement” can now be checked off. That only leaves, what...28 or 29 things left to go.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, 4/24

Could it be? Could Spring might actually almost be here?

After our long, cold, “Throwback Winter” I had my doubts, but the past few days have marked a stretch of almost Spring-like weather (it was even 70 in Marquette yesterday), along with (and I'm not kidding here) a weather forecast that for the first time since November hasn't has “snow” in it for an entire week. I mean, it's not perfect; after all, it's not 85 degrees. But it HAS been sunny--

It's been nice enough that I can take a mid-day break with a mug of tea and stroll up & down the sidewalk for a few minutes--

It's been nice enough that I don't think we have to worry about this particular sign for a few months--

It's been nice enough that the last vestiges of our “Throwback Winter” are throwing in the towel--

And it's been nice enough that a sure sign of Spring has sprung--

Hopefully, what little snow is left is gone in the next few days and, hopefully, a lot more flowers begin to pop out. That way, we'll know that Spring really IS here.

And after the winter we've been through? Some might actually consider it a miracle.

Hope your weekend's miraculous, as well!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, 4/23

I’m really not that much of a guy.  But I can fake my way through it pretty well.

As I had mentioned yesterday, I had to take Loraine’s car in for its annual oil change.  While I was at Fox Chevrolet getting it done, I had to answer several questions about the car.  Now, despite the fact that I’m the child of a couple that owned & operated several highly successful automotive repair businesses, I know absolutely nothing about cars.  Still, I guess I was able to answer the questions to the satisfaction of the young lady asking them, and the car was given back to me with fresh oil, so…

I guess I passed my test.

And it’s not just cars that I know nothing about.  While I was sitting in the waiting area, writing a future TV piece about making cookies, there were several gentlemen sitting across from me talking about paint, baseboards, and something called “spackling”.  Now, I do know what paint is, and I think baseboards are, uhm, boards, but I’m really not quite sure what the third item was.  I suppose that if I was a “guy” I’d know what it was, but since I’m not…

I don’t.  

I joke about my lack of  stereotypical “manliness” a lot, and that’s probably because I’m okay with it.  Everyone has their niche in life.  For many people of my gender, it’s cars or camping or whatever the heck “spackling” is.  And I think it’s cool that they’ve found things that they feel so passionately about.  I’m not like that.  I prefer things that might be a little more esoteric.  I like concrete better than camping.  And I don’t even own a car.

I realize that if I had to take a test in order to get my man card, I’d probably fail.  And it wouldn't bother me much at all.

But like I said, at least I was able to fake my way through it yesterday, and I’m hoping that counts for something.  If nothing else, it means that Loraine’s car is set for another year of driving with oil in it.

And that’s what “men” do, right?

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, 4/22

I have to go take Loraine's car in for its yearly oil change, so I'm going to leave you with something from a couple of years ago. It's a story I've told a few times here and there (including to students on “High School Bowl” when we're talking about foods they can't stand). I think I might have even alluded to it when I was ragging on black jellybeans right before Easter.

What food can't I stand? Read on...and back with something new tomorrow!

(jim@wmqt.com)

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(as originally posted 4/6/21)

Really? I need to tell the story yet again?

One day last week (Tuesday, maybe?) I wrote a blog about how I don't like black jellybeans, and happened to mention in it how, even though they're horrid (and they ARE), at least they don't make me throw up like bananas do. And that prompted a few of you to ask about WHY bananas make me throw up. Since I don't think I've told the story, at least not recently, here's the deal for everyone who's just started reading these--

When I was somewhere around the neighborhood of two years old, I, like many kids, developed this strange eating habit. For days on end, I would eat nothing but bananas and milk. Bananas and milk for breakfast, bananas and milk for lunch, bananas and milk for dinner and, if I had a snack, I’m sure it was bananas and milk. According to the tale, my mom tried feeding me other foods but I, at the time, would not eat them. It was bananas and milk or nothing.

Knowing kids go through food cycles, my mom gave me bananas and milk. After all, they’re both good for growing kids, and I seemed happy eating them. Well, after a week or so of eating nothing but bananas and milk, I caught some kind of bug. It wasn’t related to my diet or anything; it was just one of those bugs kids catch. But it was bad enough that one day, after eating my usual meal of bananas and milk, I got sick. Really sick.

And I spewed my bananas and milk all over the kitchen.

Now, I know you’re thinking to yourself—WHY did you do that to your mom? Especially when she was pregnant with you for 10 months (another story in and of itself). This is how you repay her for all that? And I, hanging my head somewhat in shame, say, uh, “yeah”. But in my defense, I WAS only two at the time. And I haven’t spewed bananas and milk around a kitchen since; in fact, I haven’t eaten a banana since that fateful day. I actually get a little nauseous, even today, at the smell and taste of that particular kind of fruit.

That's the banana story. And that's just one of the ways in which I was a special child, and yet, my Mom still seems to like me. Go figure, right?

8-)