Friday, August 19, 2016

Random Acts of Shifeness - Summer Is Almost Over

  • The kiddos are back home safe and sound. It was a little rough as we re-entered the Case de Shifley atmosphere. A few flames and turbulence, but all's well and we are back together again. 
  • Kyle is enjoying his last week before school starts because he's in Jedi camp.  He told me it was the best camp ever and I have snuck over a few times without him knowing it to observe him and he's definitely having a blast. They were playing dodge ball and he kept yelling to the other kids that he was invincible. It turns out he was right as no one was able to knock him out. It might also help that he hid behind one of the camp counselors. You can see Kyle in the red shirt, plaid shorts talking to a big guy in a black shirt. As he likes to call it, he was hacking the system. 

  • Tank has a new buddy.

  • I sometimes forget that she's only 4. 

  •  Hayden says she hopes you have a wonderful weekend.

Thanks for stopping by. Talk to you soon. 

I will persevere. I will keep moving forward. I will be the stream. 

Friday, August 12, 2016

Going To Get The Kiddos

It has been a long, quiet week, and we are finally off to get Kyle and Hayden.
The sound of little feet and voices is definitely the soundtrack of our lives right now and we miss it. Looking forward to seeing them and having Casa de Shifley back to normal.
The peace and quiet has been great, but it's just not the same without them around 24/7.
From what I have been told, the kids had a good time while they were away and the pictures seem to justify that statement.
And sorry Dr. Ken.
I tried to get some daily photos of me and Tank doing fun stuff while the kids were gone but it just didn't happen. It turns out he was a little depressed and missed them as well.
We just held each other tight and tried to console one another.
Just enjoy the Cubs kicking the crap out of the Cardinals this week.

Tank looks like he's really enjoying cuddling in the chair with me. It's also amazing how much hair I used to have before the kids came along. 

 Hayden celebrating her victory over Kyle to the rock formation.

 Kyle enjoying some time at the beach. 
It was also nice to Peyton Manning enjoying his retirement from the NFL.

Thanks for stopping by. Talk soon.

I will persevere. I will keep moving forward. I will be the stream.

Friday, August 05, 2016

Random Acts of Shifeness - Absence Makes The Heart Do Something

  • I'm not going to see these guys for about a week, and that kinda stinks because I think I might miss them a whole lot. This will be the longest I have been away from them. Ever. Kyle and Hayden are going to spend a week at the farm with Grandma and Grandpa, which I'm excited about for them because they are going to have a blast. Tank is going to gets lots of attention while they are away. 
  • Thank you for the kind words about my soul searching. I made a decision this week, a plan is in place and it will be interesting to see where Mr. Shife is at in the next few months.
  • The timing worked out pretty well for my decision as I am spending the weekend with 3 of my oldest friends down in Salt Lake City watching a soccer and drinking watered-down Utah beer. Being around my buddies is going to help out a lot.
  • Hayden is growing up way too fast. She went to one of the city pools and mentioned to Mrs. Shife that one of the lifeguards was "so, so handsome." Did I mention that Hayden is only 4? Where the heck is this coming from? I'm not ready to deal with this yet. For the love of fat bassets, somebody help me. 
  • Horrible joke of the week: The first rule of Thesaurus Club is you don't talk about, mention, speak of, discuss or chat about Thesaurus Club.
  • Giphy of the week because I have been enjoying Danny McBride in his new show "Vice Principals." But this is a giphy from his other HBO show "Eastbound & Down," which I also enjoyed tremendously.

Thanks for stopping by. Have a great weekend. Talk soon.

I will persevere. I will keep moving forward. I will be the stream. 

Friday, July 29, 2016

Summer Soul Searching in St. George

A little more details about our recent vacation as we had a Shifley family reunion in St. George, Utah. There aren't too many Shifleys left that I'm related to and my cousin and I thought it would be a good idea to get the families together because we Shifleys need to know the other Shifleys. 
Plus, it made the house we rented a little cheaper with another couple.
I also did tell Mrs. Shife that I would try and find a second wife since we were in Polygamy Nation.  And surprisingly she told to me to go for it.
I then realized that my wife is much, much smarter than me because my theory of making more Shifleys didn't hold much water since I got fixed by the vet. 
Do you remember that wonderful story? 
Click here if you want to read all about the worst vasectomy ever. 
On with the story and enough talk about my testicles. 
You're welcome for that image. 
But, to borrow a line from "Seinfeld," they are real and spectacular

Now I'm wondering if anyone has met someone with a fake testicle?
I know it's popular with the canine community.

Wow. This post has gone places I never expected. 
Our vacation was great and a much-needed break from work as I did some soul searching as you might have guessed by the title of the blog. 
I need to make some changes.
Professionally, I'm not doing what I want to do, and I don't want to wake up five years now having this same conversation on my blog.
And if I am unhappy professionally, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that it spills over into my personal life. 
Maybe it's because I was in awe of Zion National Park and my zest for life rekindled. 
Or maybe I just realized I am the master of my own domain and if I want to make changes then I am the one that has to do it. 
It will not be easy, there up some down moments and there will be points when I doubt myself, but I have some real and spectacular working skills that will help me get where I want to be.
Thanks for listening.

I will persevere. I will keep moving forward. I will be the stream.  

Friday, July 22, 2016

We Had FUN!!!

We are back from our little trip.
It was great to get away for a little bit and make some memories with the family.
Don't believe me?
Well, I will let this pictures prove me right.

Hayden and I took a selfie while on the plane. 

We stopped for lunch on our way to our destination and Kyle had a good laugh at his sister who was doing this with her cake ... 

Who needs a fork when you have fingers? 

We had an extremely cute and awesome captain of our boat.

And she did an excellent job of pulling Kyle around the lake. He's on the tube I swear. 

Swimming to the shore is much quicker than waiting for Daddy to get the boat secured to the dock.

Kyle did a little rope swinging.

And Hayden did too.

As well as the awesome Mrs. Shife.

In the end, we were one big, happy family. 

Thanks for stopping by. I will talk to you soon.

I will persevere. I will keep moving forward. I will be the stream.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Be Back Soon

On vacation.
See you next week.

I will persevere. I will keep moving forward. I will be the stream.

Friday, July 08, 2016

I Don't Like You

Not you, my beloved blogging friends, but the person who coined the phrase:
"Don't cry over spilt milk."
Well I have something for you.
Now where did I put it.
I just had it.
Oh there it is ...

Those fingers are meant for James Howell.
Yes, that James Howell.
You know, James Howell, right?
Me neither until about 5 minutes ago when I looked up the origins of "Don't cry over spilt milk" and evidently he's the man who gets to deal with my scorn.
Plus, sullying the name of James Howell has been on my bucket list and it's about time that I finally get to check that box.
According to the internet - which we know is never erroneous - the saying "don't cry over spilt milk" is an age-old proverb that has been around for hundreds of years. The first historical reference to the phrase appears in a document written by British historian James Howell in 1659.

Why am I upset about the aforementioned phrase?
Let me tell you all about it.
We went away for the 4th of July weekend and the car got dirty.
Not in a "talk like a sailor kind of way" but just lots of bug guts and grime from traveling on America's beloved Interstate 84 (I-84), which is an Interstate Highway with two non-contiguous sections in case you were keeping score at home.
We got home late Monday and taking care of the car got postponed to Tuesday.
Tuesday was pretty busy.
Not as busy as a one-armed bus driver with a fresh case of crabs, but pretty darn close.
I was finally able to get the car washed about 10 pm at a gas station car wash.
Not my first choice but you don't have a lot of choices when you wait until 10 pm.
The reason why it was late before I could clean up the car because I went to the gym then the grocery store and the next thing you know it's time for the late local news.
I could have and should have waited until Wednesday to take care of the car.
Unfortunately, I have a touch of OCD and the car was getting washed Tuesday.
And it did.
As far as I could tell, the exterior and the interior looked pretty good.
It was, as I mentioned, 10 o'clock at night, which drastically reduces my reliability meter when it comes to determining the cleanliness of automobiles because it was 10 o'clock at night and it turns out that it gets dark at night.
I heard that whoever said, "For the love of fat bassets, just get on with it Mr. Shife."
I am just dragging this one out, aren't I?
Anyway, I get home and head over to the passenger side to get the groceries.
And I guess there was a sudden and powerful shift in the moon's gravitational pull that only affected the passenger seat of my vehicle because the groceries moved.
Especially a large container that was home to an opaque white fluid rich in fat and protein.
I opened the door and a gallon of milk came flying out.
The milk then proceeded to bounce off the driveway and seemingly spin in the air while it shot milk in one direction and one direction only ... the interior of the car.
Milk was everywhere.
It looked like Jackson Pollock decided to paint his latest masterpiece in the car with milk, which would be really weird because he's been dead for 50 years.
It might be weirder that I made a Jackson Pollock reference on my blog.

Maybe this would have been a better reference.

You get the idea.
I cried over spilt milk.
Especially in the morning when I was able to see the damage that was done in the light of day.
Thanks a lot, James Howell, for making me feel bad about crying over spilt milk.
Did I mention that have something for you?
Now where did I put it.
I just had it.
Oh there it is ...

Thanks for stopping by. Talk to you soon.

I will persevere. I will keep moving forward. I will be the stream.