Saturday, February 4, 2012

Oooo Look! It's Flashing!

It's been a while since I took Driver's Ed (something like 20 years). It's been less time since I took traffic school (probably somewhere around 8 years).  It's only been about 2 years since I took a 2-month course in commercial driving. And in all of those educative experiences we learned about signs and rules and what specific colors on the street lights meant.  We learned how to treat a four-way stop, and as such learned that the meaning of "Right-of-Way" actually meant that in a tie, the person to the right had the right to go first.

We learned, back then, how to treat a street light that was out or obviously malfunctioning. We learned that a red arrow meant "Don't turn." If it was pointing left, it meant don't turn left. If pointing right, it meant "Don't turn right - even if the guy behind you is honking (you'll get the ticket if you run it, not him, so let him honk)."

We learned that green means go, red means stop, and yellow means (ha ha) go faster or - more responsibly - use caution.

What I never learned, and surprisingly not I nor anybody I've asked, has been summoned to a Driver's Ed refresher course to teach us how to deal with the following changes - despite how useful such refreshers would be in the evolving urban nightmare that UDOT (I include city planners and whoever else it is that blows our tax dollars on experiments) has begun forcing on the Salt Lake Valley.


  • Continuous Flow Intersections (CFIs) - so named to mislead the people with the money into forking out large enough sums to pay for the destruction of corner homes and businesses, while simultaneously providing months and years of construction work (ie. traffic congestion, narrowed lanes, construction zone speed limits, etc.) and ensuring years of confusion amongst out-of-towners, elderly drivers, and people who just plain missed the "on-ramp" light for their left turn a quarter-mile down the road.  Another benefit provided by CFIs is the renovated "No Right Turn" light (a bright white outline of an arrow with an impressive red circle and line crossing through it) - a red right-turn arrow isn't enough, even UDOT agreed, to ensure people no longer try to turn right at an intersection. So now you can't turn right on a red, and you get to wait for your left turn from further away.  There is probably some benefit somewhere, but methinks it's mostly a benefit to somebody writing off something somewhere, or padding their resume with "I conceived of the plan to rebuild the entire traffic-system in the Salt Lake Valley, and successfully convinced them to do it."
  • Mostly the above.
  • And third, Flashing Yellow Left-Turn Arrows.
That's right. We have flashing yellow left-turn arrows peppered around the valley.  Why, you ask? Let me tell you why!  So that we know to use caution when turning left at an intersection!

As I typed the above, I realized that there is more to it than that - obviously everybody knows that you have to use caution before turning left on a solid green light. In fact that is why I started this rant. I was kind of annoyed that they were changing perfectly good, working solid greens with flashing yellows that didn't change anything about how you turn left. 

But now I get it. Let me share my epiphany.

You see, the planners are so dead-set on converting every intersection in Utah into an arterial joke, that they are concerned people will forget how to safely wait for an opening in on-coming traffic before turning left at the few intersections they can't convert.  We're to become so familiar with the Crazy Flow Intersections, and their magical ability to let through-traffic flow at the same time that left-turners are making their turns, that we will eventually think a solid green light always means "go for it!!"

We really are a stupid breed, I guess. Good thing the smarty-pants in charge are ahead of the curve and compassionate enough to look out for the rest of us tards. Phew! I guess I should just relax,  stare contentedly at the flashing yellow light, and hope for an opening before the drool spills down my shirt.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Thomas Healy - See You On the Other Side


Thomas Charles Healy
September 19, 1953-January 24, 2012

Thomas Charles Healy left this earth peacefully after a 2 month battle with cancer, on January 24, 2012. Tom was born on September 19, 1953 in Salt Lake City, UT to Melvin and Mary Jane Healy.

Tom graduated from Kearns High School in 1972. He married Lynda Joyce Duffin on July 13, 1973. They were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple on July 13, 1983. Tom retired from Concrete Products Company. He spent his retirement with his grandchildren, and serving in the Jordan River, and Oquirrh Mountain Temples. He served faithfully in the church as a dedicated Home Teacher, High Councilman, Bishopric Member, Stake Sunday School Presidency, and the Emergency Preparedness Committee.

Tom is survived by his wife Lynda Healy; children Chad (Patti) Healy, Michelle (Blake) Draper, Tammy (Steve) Casper; 6 grandchildren Cordelia, Garrett, Madison, Cameron, Ethan, and Sorella; mother Mary Jane Healy, and brothers Melvin (Drena) Healy and Victory Healy. Preceded in death by his father Melvin Healy

Funeral Services will be held on Saturday, January 28th at 11:00 AM at the LDS Meetinghouse at 6364 S 3200 W, West Jordan, UT. A viewing will be held on Friday, January 27th from 6 to 8 PM and one hour prior to services, also at the church.

In lieu of flowers, and in honor of Tom’s love for temple service, please donate to the LDS Temple fund.

Arrangements entrusted to Starks Funeral Parlor. Online condolences may be offered to the family at www.starksfuneral.com .

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Year End Pictures


It's been a while since my last post, and in a way I feel super bad about it.

 But in another way I feel okay about it. Because I've been super busy.  This particular post is another of my famous "touching base" posts. Cordelia is doing great, Sorella is getting big, Tammy is enjoying Winter Recess, and I'm... well, I'm happy to be employed.

 And now, what we're really here for: Pictures!








And this one from Halloween:


And I've got a video I want to upload, but it's going to take a little editing which I just don't have time for in this very moment.

Anyway, I hope you all had a merry Christmas and wish you all a safe and fun new year!

Friday, November 11, 2011

Scripture Mastery

Okay, so the ward Primary Program is this Sunday - for those who read this and are not LDS or not familiar with what a Primary Program is, let me explain:

Every year the ward (church group) puts on a program during the portion of Sunday meetings where the entire congregation is gathered together (as opposed to being in various Sunday School classes). The program consists of the Primary (children between the ages of 3 and 12) singing, giving talks, and reading scriptures to the congregation.

Last year, Cordelia was given the opportunity to participate by reading the first Article of Faith (13 articles provided by Joseph Smith to the editor of a newspaper to explain in concise terms what the LDS people believe).

The First Article is: We believe in God, the Eternal Father, and in His Son, Jesus Christ, and in the Holy Ghost.

At 3 years of age, obviously she couldn't read it, and rather than having somebody standing over her shoulder, telling her what to say, Tammy came up with the idea of actually helping Cordelia memorize it.

Which she did.  We were very proud!

This year, they've given her a bit more.  They gave her the assignment two weeks ago [Mosiah 3:5]. She's still learning the basics of reading, so we set out to help her memorize this one, too.

We think she's ready.





Thursday, October 13, 2011

To Shave or Not To Shave


I was recently surprised to learn that there are still people, reasonably educated people, who still believe that shaving causes hair to grow back thicker, fuller, faster.

Adult people who have gone to college, even.

Despite there being a singular lack of logic to this belief.

Let's examine:
  • If shaving caused hair to grow in thicker, balding men (and women) would be wise to shave their heads to encourage thicker re-growth.
- Personal Observation: I've been shaving my head fairly regularly for close to 10 years now, and each time I let it grow back for more than a few weeks, I note that my hair, if anything, is actually thinner than it was the last time.
  • Assuming hair growth (or loss) is determined by genetics, then in what way does shaving cause a change to one's genetic make-up?
  • Assuming hair growth (or loss) is determined by diet, environment, or other non-genetic factors, how would shaving alter those non-genetic factors?
- Personal Observation: I've been shaving my face fairly regularly for about 20 years. Every time I let my beard grow for more than a week, it becomes painfully obvious that I am no closer to dressing up as Grizzly Adams or playing Santa Claus this year than I was last year.

Ultimately, I have determined that there are some reasons why people are inclined to believe in the false assertion that shaving affects the rate or fullness of hair-growth. And a quick Google-search of "Does shaving cause hair to grow?" vindicated my thoughts.
  • A strand of hair is thicker in the middle than it is at the [natural] end. Therefore, when you cut it, you go from having naturally thin end, to having a thicker end - giving the illusion of increased thickness
  • Additionally, making a comparison of a single hair to, say, a blade of grass or a length of rope, it is possible to see a characteristic shared between them. When they are short, they have a relative stiffness when compared to longer versions. This makes stubble rough and un-bending, which could be interpreted as being thicker or fuller... though it's not.
I have also developed my own considered theory as to how this particular myth was born, and why we continue to perpetuate it.

Boys
The parents of boys will almost uniformly encounter the embarrassing time when their pubescent child will decide that it's time to grow a moustache.  This time will most likely come sometime between the ages of 10 and 14.

The parents of said adolescent will try to find some innocuous way to hint to their peach-fuzzy offspring that it isn't really time to grow it out.  This could come in the form of a razor in a stocking at Christmas, or an elaborately wrapped birthday present.  A way of stating "You are becoming a man! Here is a manly gift, a razor!  If you shave, you are a man!"

This works pretty well.  I know how jealous I was when my older brother got an electric shaverr at Christmas... I was sure I needed one, too.  I totally would have started shaving.

This may not work if the fuzzy-faced pre-teen would rather demonstrate his manliness with actual hair, rather than with a shaver that stays in the bathroom, undisplayed to the world at large (aka all the girls at school).

Thus the LIE: "It's kind of peach-fuzzy right now, but if you shave it, it will grow in thicker and thicker.  You'll just have to shave it once or twice a week (or month) and before you know it, you'll have a nice full beard!"

Girls
The parents (probably the fathers more than the mothers), in an effort to keep their girls young and innocent, forever children, never ever ever to become interested in, or the interest of, boys... at least until they are 30, use a similar tactic to forestall leg-shaving.

The LIE: "You know if you start shaving your legs now, the hair will just grow in thicker and fuller and faster.  You should just leave it alone for now."

Summary
Boys want hair, so wr tell them to shave it.
Girls don't want hair, so we tell them to let it grow.
Parents are awesome.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Let's Make A Dill...

or If You Don't Say Stupid Things, I Wont Mock You

How sad that Corporate America's marketing department is so in touch with the Utah marketplace that they have chosen to reinforce our horrifyingly ignernt accent. An accent which comic geniuses have been openly mocking for years and possibly (sadly) without true diehard Utahns even realizing it.




This kind of rhyme should be scoffed at heartily.  Here are a couple of cringers I just made up (to illustrate):

KFC: 
Where the Colonel Trod,
The chickens were Fried (frod)

H&R Block:
Need help with your Taxes?
Just come in and ask us! (axe us)


BTW, this picture was taken at Target.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

9 Months In the Making

Okay okay okay, so I've been a terrible blogger for a while.  Well, you know what? It's hard to blog when you have big news that you don't want to spill the beans on... I mean, big news is big news, right? so if you're going to blog, you want to share the big news.

But we wanted to keep our big news a secret until we knew what gender our big news was going to be... And as we waited and I stopped blogging, it got easier and easier not to blog anything at all, even after we knew that Cordelia was going to be getting a baby sister.  And so even that announcement, which should have been a much more involved blog, turned out to be nothing more than a simple video clip of Cordelia breaking the big story.

So, now that I've gotten that off my chest, let me go ahead and spill the rest of the beans.

Just over a week ago, at 11:17 PM Saturday September 3, 2011, Cordelia's baby sister arrived on the scene.

Weighing in at 7 lbs, 2 oz, Sorella Celeste Casper was 20 inches tall, and almost an identical match for her big sister's birth size and weight.

Catching everybody up on this pregnancy:

  • Tammy was 2 months along before we even knew she was pregnant. It took 4 different pregnancy tests and a lot of nausea to finally figure this one out.  We were becoming concerned that there might have been other issues, when the PTs kept coming back negative.
  • This pregnancy was, in some ways, easier for Tammy than with Cordelia, and in some ways more difficult - all in all, it may have been sixes.
  • The 26 hour delivery of Cordelia - who was induced 18 days early - was almost certainly more difficult, overall, than the 4-5 hour delivery of Sorella, though it was not without it's own complications.
Sorella was due September 5th, my brother Shän's birthday. On Saturday, the 3rd, Shän and his family were having a barbequeue to celebrate his birthday, as well as Labor Day (which also fell on the 5th).  We were invited to come over to celebrate with them - baby-issues notwithstanding. 

I dragged Tammy to the store, to get her on her feet and get her some exercise, and maybe even get that baby to fall out - as she'd been hoping for an early delivery, and because the baby had been seeming to try and get out any way she could for weeks.

After shopping, Tammy lay down on the bed and told me she felt tired and weird.  Weird, huh? That made me uncomfortable. But I let her take a nap for an hour or so, then I made her get ready to go to Shän's house.

She didn't want to go. A number of reasons why not: She's allergic to cats. Shän has 2 (and my dad has one more stashed away in the basement). She's 9 months pregnant and was feeling "weird". She's tired and her feet are swollen.  These are very valid concerns.

My perspective: She feels weird, I'm not leaving my weird-feeling, 9-months-pregnant wife home without a car, while I'm 20 miles away.

As we were discussing whether or not she was going to come with or stay at home, she started having contractions. No big deal, really, as she'd been having contractions off and on for weeks, more often in the recent few days.

It became a big deal when she kept interrupting the conversation to breathe. Okay... once in a while, it's normal... several times in the same conversation? This was new.

I got on the Android App Store and downloaded an awesomely convenient app: Contraction Timer

And we started timing frequency and duration as we drove to my brother's house.  Right from the start they were lasting about 30 seconds, and coming every 4 minutes. 3 minutes 50 seconds, 3:30, etc.

She didn't eat anything at the barbequeue (we got there about 5, the contractions had started around 4). She let me and Cordelia eat, though, which was nice.  As my dad was loading up my plate, it was about 5:45, she told me to call the hospital and let them know we were on our way.

I think, at this point, Tammy was still not sure this was the real thing, but we went anyway.  On the way there, her contractions were so frequent and so strong, that she was barely able to catch her breath between one and another. I was sure this was it... but she still had her doubts.

It wasn't until she was admitted and the nurse who walked us to the L&D room said, "You don't have the look of somebody we're going to send home," that Tammy finally accepted that, yes, this was - indeed - it.

The labor was intense. The baby's heart rate was unusually high, 180bpm, and they wanted it down to 160bpm, or they were going to do a C/Section.  Fortunately, the doctors and nurses were all very competent and took all the steps necessary to avoid a surgical delivery, if possible, and within a few minutes, the baby's heart-rate came down.  It took some oxygen for Tammy, and the breaking of the water by a doctor, but it worked.

The on-call OB wasn't Tammy's regular doctor, but was very sweet and friendly. Dr. Luewen. She was busy that night. Babies were popping out one after another.  When they finally decided it was about time to start pushing, they chased down the doctor, who was presently delivering a baby, and who then had to attend to a minor emergency with another delivery.  So the nurse who had been with us the whole time said, "Let's do some practice pushes while we wait for the doctor."

The contraction came, the nurse said, "Let's get three good pushes on this contraction."

Tammy pushed once, the nurse said, "Okay, stop pushing." She looked at me with a big grin and said, "This baby's ready... we had better wait for the doctor!"

Once Dr. Luewen made it into the room, Sorella was born between the first contraction and the second. Tammy got her three pushes in, and the baby was out far enough that they didn't even bother waiting for the next contraction.

Naming the baby... that is a whole other story that could go on for days.  Suffice it to say, we had her named  before we left the hospital.  Here is a brief list of the names we'd been throwing around for months:
  • Avarilla
  • Adelaide
  • Hazel
  • Isabel
  • Arabella
  • Lavina
  • Celeste
  • Leona
And finally, for the main event - Here are some pictures:


 





PS - She had jaundice pretty bad, and she didn't have a wet diaper for almost 2 days, so they were monitoring her fairly closely.  Then, just as they were about to catheterize her, she peed. Thank heavens.

They let her come home with us, and our pediatrician ordered us a BiliBlanket (a nifty little in-home phototherapy device for babies with jaundice). One day's worth of treatment and her bilirubin levels were way down. Two day's worth, and she was perfectly healthy.

I'll cut the cord on this post now. Thanks for patiently waiting!