Biography: Some Early Memories

The first thing I can remember is rolling down the stairs in my excersaucer when I was less than 1 year old. I remember rolling down the last couple of stairs, looking out the door to the garage, and crying.  And while you might think that sets up a rough childhood, it’s really one of the only bad memories I carry with me about being a kid.

I remember pulling up in our driveway when I was around 3 or 4, and my mom was telling me how to spell “cat“.  My sister was holding our first cat in her arms at the top of the stairs.  Turned out to be first of many.  At one time in our house we had nine cats!  Being a father now, I’m unsure of how my dad put up with that many animals at one time (we also had a hamster).  One cat is enough for me now.  But my father must have really enjoyed watching us interact with them though.  I spent a lot of time in the living room, spinning around with a mouse-toy on a string, the cats all leaping up around me.  Very fun :) My dad called it a “cat ballet”. Good times.

(I have a couple more cat stories. Bear with me.)

The cats seemed to really like me, for whatever reason.  One day I remember going into my room and finding a dead mole on my bed.

They also enjoyed the time that my dad and I gave them a chicken leg from KFC.  You’d think that all the cats would have at it, but only my cat, Smokey, got to it.  She growled at any other cat that got near her while she was eating, and all the other cats stood back until she was done.  Was pretty impressed, because she had never acted like that before.

(As I’m writing this, my wife is petitioning me for another kitten.)

My mom told me that I used to play on a computer when I was very young, and that when it was taken away I would cry, “My ‘puter! My ‘puter!”  Apparently my love of technology goes back earlier than I remember. :) My first recollection of any kind of technology was playing a chess game on a computer that took cartridges.  Later we owned an Atari, and played that quite a bit as well.  I wasn’t the kind of kid who ran around outdoors a lot growing up.  I preferred to stay inside and figure out the latest video game.  When the first Nintendo came out, I remember staying inside at a friend’s house to play Mario Brothers while the other kids were outside playing tag or something.  Nowadays, I can watch a video on Youtube on how to beat that game in less that 5 minutes.  Crazy.  7-year  old me would probably get a kick that 31-year old me still enjoys the occasional video game.  Overall, they’ve been a pretty good hobby.

The first thing I can remember is rolling down the stairs in my excersaucer when I was like 1-2 years old. I remember rolling down the last couple of stairs, looking out the door to the garage, and crying.  And while you might think that sets up a rough childhood, it’s really one of the only bad memories I carry with me about being a kid.
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Genealogies and Biographies

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Wow, haven’t written anything in awhile. Well, let’s fix that.

Lately I’ve been reading a lot.  I’ve gotten onto amazon.com and have done a bit more reading.  My current read is a book called “The Discipline of Grace” by Jerry Bridges.  It’s a very thought-provoking read about God’s grace to us and what our responsibility is towards Him.  Right now, I’m midway through chapter 7, really enjoying it.  I’m also working on “Theodore Rex“, the second book in Edmund Morris‘ series on Theodore Roosevelt.  It about his time as president.  I find Theodore Roosevelt a very inspiring person.  The way he saw things and acted upon them is different than any other person I’ve ever read about.  He seemed to just grab life by the throat and bend it to his will.  I can’t imagine what a president like him would be like these days.  Imagine if Obama kept a pistol on himself at all times? Or had a pet badger running through the White House? Unbelievable guy.  It’s a shame that he couldn’t be around now to interview or something, but I feel like I’m getting to know him through the biographies I’m reading about him.  Albert Einstein’s biography by Walter Isaacson (the same guy who wrote Steve Jobs‘ biography) was a great read as well.  Really got into his mind on how he saw the world and his   Which kinda brings me to my next thought…

My father has been doing a lot of genealogy lately on ancestry.com.  He’s traced our family way back, I think all the way back to when our family came to America from Germany, well before the Civil War (he told me we’re somehow related to Abraham Lincoln; pretty nifty).  I even ran into another “Fraley” in a store the other day, who it seemed that I was related to as we got to talking, and he claimed that our family had bought some land from Davy Crockett!  So many cool stories, all lost to the passage of time.

Got me thinking: will that be the same with all of my stories? My kids will surely remember me (I’ll see to that), but what about their kids? Or their kids’ kids?  Will the story of my life simply be forgotten as time goes on?

All my father has of our predecessors are some papers handed down from generation to generation, some death certificates, some pictures of tombstones.  He interviewed my great-grandmother awhile back, so he got a lot of good information there.  But it’s all bits and pieces.  Imagine if he had the whole story…

But we live in a different age now.  So, I think a project I want to undertake it to start writing my own biography.  I imagine I’ll change a lot as I get older, and I’d like my children to get an idea of who I am now, some of my stories, memories, thoughts on various topics, etc.  Some of it I’ll post here, some of it I’ll keep private.  But I want to make sure that my descendants are able to look me up one day and get a good idea of who I was.  I image I’ll start out as a kind of categorized reverse-journal.  I’ll keep it topical (early memories, how Jill and I met, family life, etc) and probably go way off into tangents.  But it’ll be fun to look back a little.


The Pantheon of Bad Things To Say To Pregnant Women

* taken from life experiences, random stories, and personal experience

There exists in a life a very sticky situation:  you’re out and about on a normal day, and a woman that you may or may not know looks to be with child.  Perhaps great with child.  One way or another, you are put into a situation in which you need to speak with that person.  But what do you say?  The obvious choice is to ask her about her pregnancy.  However, this can lead to a whole host of foot-in-the-mouth situations, leading to anger and brutality directed towards you and your house.

But how can you avoid this situation?

Glad you asked.  I’m here to help.  And to do so, I introduce “The Pantheon of Bad Things to Say To Pregnant Women”.  We’ll start at a safe level, moving to worse and worse things to say.

Level 1: Safety Zone – I go to a church were there are typically 10-20 people who I know at any one time who are pregnant.  So, this situation tends to come up a lot for me.  As such, I’ve put a lot of thought into what I believe to be the safest possible thing to say:

Nothing.

Say.  Nothing.

Pretend she’s not pregnant.  Talk about the weather.  Talk about a book you’re reading.  Anything you have to do to not mention her pregnancy.  Avoid at all costs.

Why is this the best method? Well, let me ask you this: would you knowingly walk through a minefield? Guarded by machine gun turrets? With a moat? That’s filled with sharks? That have lazer beam… ok let’s move on.  No. You would do anything you could to go around.  And that’s what you’re walking into, in a figurative sense.  There are so many pitfalls here.  The main being the response of “I’m not pregnant.”  If this happens, you may as well just jump into a volcano. You’re done.

But, if you must bring up the pregnancy, perhaps this next level of the pantheon is for you…

Level 2: The Frying Pan

There are only two situations in which it’s OK to move past level 1, in my opinion.

1)  You know she’s pregnant.  Not 99% sure.  You KNOW. Either your wife, her husband, someone nearby, etc, has specifically told you that she is pregnant.  Recently.

2)  She brought it up.

However, this does not mean you can say whatever you want.  I would let her take the lead here.  If she makes a joke, you can laugh.  However, do NOT make a joke of your own.  Even if you’re Brian Regan or Jim Gaffigan, this is not where you want to go.  Why? There is just no accounting for the emotional state of a woman while being pregnant.  Her hormones are through the roof.  She’s probably exhausted.  There are physical things happening that, for a man, you have no concept of (Trust me.  You can read about it if you want, but you probably don’t.  Go to a lamaze class for 5-10 minutes).

So what can you say safely? Glad you asked.

Things you can say:

1) “How are you feeling?” (or some spin-off) “You look beautiful!” (husbands and other women only) “God bless you!” (women only)

Why it’s safe: Women like empathy, even more so when they’re pregnant.  This is a good opportunity to show her some empathy.

Why it’s not safe: She probably doesn’t want empathy from you unless she knows you.  And even then, she may or may not want to talk about it anyways.

Level 3: Getting a little crispy

You’ve decided to make a joke.  Bad idea.

Why? Because it’s very unlikely that you’re funny.  Only 30-40% of people or less can be funny in any situation.  It’s a fact.  And this is not the situation to test those waters.

Common Attempts: “Is that a watermelon?” “Are you sure it’s not twins?” (devastatingly bad) “You’re like a turkey!”

Why They’re Bad: Basically, what you want to avoid at all costs (ALL COSTS.  I mean it.) are any reference to the woman’s increased size due to having to support another human being(s) that are growing inside of her.  And any joke that you attempt here is going to reference that.  You can’t avoid it.  So don’t try.

Level 4: Into the fire

You never want to go here. This is the point of no return.  And by that, I mean “you’ll never talk to this person again without a massive, massive apology”.  Basically, you’ve tried to make a joke, and you’ve mentioned the woman’s increased size to due to bringing another human being(s) into this world.  Directly.  Not a reference.  Direct. Mention. Of. Size.

Common Mistakes: “Whoa” “You’re so tiny. You’re going to eat like a lion and blow up like a whale!” “Whoa, what happened?!?!” “Here comes the fat lady!” “How much do you have left? / ‘___ months’ / You must mean ___ days”

Please, if you are thinking of saying something like this, do yourself a favor and just walk away.  Just say, “Excuse me for a second,” then don’t return. Say you need to go to the bathroom.  Say you left the oven on.  Just get out of there. You’re not going to do well in this situation.

Hope this helps some people out.  Remember, the pantheon is not Super Mario Brothers; you want to STAY at level 1.

Other ideas for the pantheon?  Post them in the comments below!

Don’t think I’m funny? Well, at least I made my wife (who isn’t currently pregnant) laugh. ;)

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