3 Things I Learned from Being Kicked Out of the House by My Wife

I wasn't going to go.  My film was being screened at the LDS Film Festival on Thursday night, but I'd vacilated too long.  I didn't want to take more time off from work.  Our daughter's birthday party was that weekend.  Airfare was now fairly expensive.  But my wife, Emily, emailed me at work:  "Just go.  I'll send you pictures of the birthday party.  There's high inflation on regret.  Buy a ticket and I'll see you Sunday or Monday.  I love you."  So I bought a ticket Wednesday night at 8pm.  8am the next morning I was taking off from LaGuardia on my way to Salt Lake City.  (She even got up at 6am to give me a ride to the airport.  That's love!)  Here are some things I learned on my way:

1.  Don't fight it.  Let the magic happen.
2.  Everyone uses the bathroom.
3.  Mellow music makes many things possible.

Jam & Dreams

We had our friends, Cole and Aubrey Carter and their kids, over for a little afternoon jam session in our living room. We had a blast strumming, remembering parts of tunes, making up tunes and ultimately discovering some hidden gems. Aubrey and Cole were kind enough to share with us a song they'd written many moons ago, called "The Stalker Song." We were fortunate to hear the premise first. Feel free to listen in either order:

The Stalker Song

The Stalker Song - Behind the Scenes Making of...

Now that you've had a chance to listen to something that hopefully made you smile (we certainly had a good laugh), here's something that will hopefully make you cry.

Warm Up

Okay. Here's my warm up post.

It's confession time: online publicity freaks me, just a little bit. I have a Facebook page. My friend, Doug, talked me into it. I've regretted it ever since. I visit it about once a month. A recent post from a high school friend said, "You don't get here much do you?" I never replied.

I have another blog: haroldbonogandhi.blogspot.com. I intentionally kept it "anonymous". If you go there, you'll see a picture of me...wearing a helmet with the faceshield down. Like the Night Rider of Blogging. Okay, maybe more like Darth Vadar. But I digress.