Here is my hundred. No Hedgehogs were injured during the making of this list.
1. I love the Library
2. I enjoy folk music.
3. I read every night after getting into bed.
4. I have completed a Masters degree and am gearing up for my Doctorate
5. I think of both the Penny whistle and the Recorder as serious musical instruments
6. I name all of my Instruments.
7. My car has a name also.
8. I served in the mighty Australia Brisbane Mission
9. I never skipped a door no matter how big the guard dog/Emu/kangaroo was.
10. I keep a small stuffed Kangaroo at my desk.
11. In my dreams I have learned how to fly.
12. Once a month I have a dream of being sent on another Mission. (Been having those dreams for about 10 years)
13. I make people think I am wise by keeping my mouth shut and wearing a knowing smile.
14. I dislike swimming.
15. I think of myself as a Jack-of-all-Trades, but in truth I know nothing about Optometry.
16. I am the oldest of seven children.
17. I prefer hanging out with Gentiles to the local Elders Quorum.
18. I normally skip breakfast.
19. I growl at my son to make him laugh.
20. I let my wife tell me what to do, and then I go out and do exactly as I please.
21. I have never been bitten by an animal.
22. I broke my collar bone while serving a mission.
23. I was treated by this hot female Doctor from Scotland. (Sexy accent)
24. I was teased for weeks afterwards by Elder Timu. I guess I was staring too much at the Doctor.
25. I like to sleep on the floor.
26. I think the extended warranties that computer stores try to sell are rip-offs.
27. I don’t like Beethoven.
28. I do like Dvorak.
29. I have started writing a book.
30. I love my job.
31. I like to play computer games. (when time permits)
32 I don’t like television.
33 I watch about one television show a week with my wife. (Just to make her happy)
34 I think it’s cute when my son insists that his name is spelled BFN.
35 I want to buy a Jeep when I grow up.
36 The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher are my favorite serious of books. The tenth book is due for release on April 1st. I plan on taking a day off from work to read it.
37 I’m a decent Drummer; I enjoy playing Guitar, and play a mean Recorder.
38 I collect textbooks.
39 I sleep with a pager and a cell phone.
40 I’m thirty years old and still love role-playing games. (Great social interaction)
41 I’m a MacGregor.
42 Even though I’m a MacGregor I am still polite to Campbells. (Had one as a Bishop)
43 Steve (a friend) and I used to tell jokes at Clan Campbell’s expense.
44 There are far more pictures of my wife’s family then mine in my house.
45 According to the wedding pictures my wife hung on our wall my family was not at the wedding.
46 It bothers me.
47 My Wife’s reasoning was that Alex was on his mission and Beth was not present so we had a complete Herrington Family Picture taken one year later which is hanging on the wall. And when Will repeatly mentioned how much this disturbed him she called the Garbers to try to order an 8x10 from the wedding day but it was 3 years after the fact and they did not have the digital proofs anymore. (this one was added by Stephanie)
48 My wife is allergic to cats.
49 That also bothers me.
50 In high school I could run a Mile in under 5 and a half minutes.
51 Today was the first time I have ever walked in a parade without being strapped to a drum.
52 I have better night vision then anyone I know.
53 I can still move quickly though a wooded area in the middle of the night without braining myself on a tree limb.
54 I am the only guy on my team at work.
55 I have gotten very good at not listening while my co-workers talk about female stuff.
56 I don’t own a firearm.
57 I do own and know how to use two combat knives.
58 I am ether mixed dominant or Ambidexterict. I do just about everything but write equally well with both hands.
59 I am dyslexic. It does not slow me down much anymore.
60 My wife still reads a touch faster then I do.
61 I can type between 55 and 60 words a minute.
62 I like to wear dark reds.
63 I often hold all sides of a group discussion with myself.
64 I am often very idiosyncratic.
65 As soon as I find a way to conceal it from my wife I plan on buying a gun locker and some firearms. : )
66 I was not very impressed with my wife when I first met her. (In fact my opinion was less then charitable)
67 I obviously grew out of it.
68 Yes I love her a lot. (original number 68 was erased by my wife) hehehehe
69 Our current education system angers me.
70 One specific thing that upsets me is the way the government distributes resources to schools.
71 If you get me started on our school system be prepared for me to make a completely emotional argument based on what I have seen, with no reference to any facts or figures.
72 I am addicted to education.
73 I have actually started having withdrawal symptoms after finishing my Masters.
74 I am a little annoyed at the US becoming a multilingual country (What the hell does the automated system mean by press one for English)
75 Instead of complaining about it I have begun studying Spanish. (That’s going kind of slow)
76 I love eating vegetables.
77 I dislike Barbeque.
78 Which is a shame as I live in the Barbeque capital of the country.
79 Every time any of my wife’s family visits we all have to go get Barbeque. (I suffer in silence)
80 During my seven years of post high school education I put on weight and lost a lot of muscle tone.
81 I’m currently fixing the problem now that I don’t spend thirty hours a week studying.
82 I am so good at stringing together information; using big words and writing like a social elitist that I have tricked many people with Doctorates into thinking I know what I am talking about and giving me an A on all writing assignments, and presentations.
83 I have learned that now that I have a Masters degree people listen to me even when I’m full of crap.
84 I try not to take advantage of peoples dependency on “expert testimony”
85 I still speak Australian perfectly. My Samoan is very rusty.
86 Even after fifteen years I still feel the term should be recited “Each to their own”.
87 I have learned more about the Bible then Abraham lived in Ur and Hannah had no children.
88 I find reading the Book of Mormon to be very therapeutic.
89 I think it would be cool to grow out my beard again. (But then my wife would refuse to kiss me)
90 I recognize the Tear Drop as the Tangible construct of my essential nature. (See what I mean about big words and social elitist language)
91 I laugh at self-proclaimed existentialist due to the fundamental similarities between their philosophical ideology and Nephi’s description of predominant attitudes among men. (2 Nephi 28:7) (there I go with the elitist language again)
92 I don’t laugh too had else I fall in with the “dig a pit for thy neighbor” crowd.
93 I often find myself watching strangers and wondering what their life has been like.
94 I sometimes read the Dictionary when I have nothing else that needs to be done.
95 I would love to take a two-week vacation and complete a solo Canoe trip at Boundary Waters.
96 My first cognitive memory is of being three. Once evening I saw the sun set in a field, and became convinced that sunk into some kind of trap door. I spent a great deal of time the next day in that field looking for the trap door.
97 I recognize that science, although a discipline based on observation, relies on several assumptions. (These assumptions are Determinism, Empiricism, Parsimony, Testability)
98 I love to use big words when defining abstract concepts.
99 I have found that when I am sad I recover quickly if I take a hike through the woods.
100 I would love to be able to teach on a college campus
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Long overdue Pictures
Check out Bert He is a forest ranger. Cool Hat Bert! 
Yep! We took the morning off and treated ourselves to Sesame Street Live.
Yep! We took the morning off and treated ourselves to Sesame Street Live.
My son the Drummer. Sticking his tongue out like a true rocker. Well have to get him an audition with Kiss.
Poor Kid, Because of his parents he will be stuck with Piano, Drums, Guitar, Violin, and Bagpipe lessons until he is eighteen.
Note all the odds and ends around the couch, thats the "drum set" he set up on his own. It was rather funny watching him play while he sang the ABC song.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Tagged.
Although I am not familiar with the origin of this activity I am fairly sure that I have ascertained the implied rules and spirit of this game. So thanks to Cali’s Tag I will divulge the following information.
What is his name? I don’t know whom you have been listening to but there is no he. I am however married to a great gal named Stephanie Lynne.
How long have you been together? Married for six years eight months twenty-five days and 40 minutes. Disclaimer: If you are reading this at any time other then when I wrote it, this answer will be inacurate. In fact the decrease in accuracy will directly correlate to the increase in time from which this was written to when it was read.
How long did you date? One year and six months.
How old is she? Twenty-Six
Who eats more? I think I have at least 40% more body mass so I would say me.
Who said I love you first? We have not gotten around to that part of our relationship yet.
Who is taller? I have about a half an inch on her. Of course if she throws on a pair of highheel shoes on I look Dwarven next to her.
Who can sing better? She takes the high notes while I take the low notes. (And I'll be in Scotland before her.) Even though she often teases me for my use of diphthongs I think we are about par on singing.
Who is smarter? She has an amazing memory for details and facts. (Near photographic) She also out classes me in Musical. I however outclass her in Interpersonal, Intrapersonal and linguistics. We are rather comparable on kinesthetic, spatial and logical capacity.
Who does the laundry? Both of us share that work. I however have been forbidden from washing her delicates.
Who pays the bills? Once we had a great system in which I made the money and she spent the money. Currently we both share in generating income, but she continues to take the responsibility for all check writing.
Who mows the lawn? The landlord. That’s what we pay him for.
Who cooks dinner? Whichever adult is home that evening.
Who drives? She does, but she does so from the front passenger seat.
Who is more stubborn? Me, hands down. In fact she has taken to calling me an Ogre. (Have no idea where she got that from)
Who kissed whom first? At the end of our first date when we were doing that awkward good night thing she piped up with “So are you going to kiss me or what” and I said “No” before saying goodnight and beating feet to my car. After a few more dates I agreed to her request.
Who asked whom out first? She asked me out first. Then about four or five months later we had our first date.
Who proposed? I did. She said no. I think she was getting even for the time I avoided her. I later was able to talk her into it. I can generate some damn good poetry when I need to.
Who has more friends? I have more friends. Of course my definition of a friend may be different then hers. I get along with just about anyone I meet, while she maintains a small group of close friends.
Who is more sensitive? There are two many variations and possible implied meanings of this question for me to answer it with any confidence that a reader will understand my answer.
Who has more siblings? I am 1-of-7 She is 2-of-4
Who wears the pants? She does, no contest. Of course now and then she will ask my advice and then we play this game where before answering I have to figure out what decision she has already made in order to avoid an argument. :)
What is his name? I don’t know whom you have been listening to but there is no he. I am however married to a great gal named Stephanie Lynne.
How long have you been together? Married for six years eight months twenty-five days and 40 minutes. Disclaimer: If you are reading this at any time other then when I wrote it, this answer will be inacurate. In fact the decrease in accuracy will directly correlate to the increase in time from which this was written to when it was read.
How long did you date? One year and six months.
How old is she? Twenty-Six
Who eats more? I think I have at least 40% more body mass so I would say me.
Who said I love you first? We have not gotten around to that part of our relationship yet.
Who is taller? I have about a half an inch on her. Of course if she throws on a pair of highheel shoes on I look Dwarven next to her.
Who can sing better? She takes the high notes while I take the low notes. (And I'll be in Scotland before her.) Even though she often teases me for my use of diphthongs I think we are about par on singing.
Who is smarter? She has an amazing memory for details and facts. (Near photographic) She also out classes me in Musical. I however outclass her in Interpersonal, Intrapersonal and linguistics. We are rather comparable on kinesthetic, spatial and logical capacity.
Who does the laundry? Both of us share that work. I however have been forbidden from washing her delicates.
Who pays the bills? Once we had a great system in which I made the money and she spent the money. Currently we both share in generating income, but she continues to take the responsibility for all check writing.
Who mows the lawn? The landlord. That’s what we pay him for.
Who cooks dinner? Whichever adult is home that evening.
Who drives? She does, but she does so from the front passenger seat.
Who is more stubborn? Me, hands down. In fact she has taken to calling me an Ogre. (Have no idea where she got that from)
Who kissed whom first? At the end of our first date when we were doing that awkward good night thing she piped up with “So are you going to kiss me or what” and I said “No” before saying goodnight and beating feet to my car. After a few more dates I agreed to her request.
Who asked whom out first? She asked me out first. Then about four or five months later we had our first date.
Who proposed? I did. She said no. I think she was getting even for the time I avoided her. I later was able to talk her into it. I can generate some damn good poetry when I need to.
Who has more friends? I have more friends. Of course my definition of a friend may be different then hers. I get along with just about anyone I meet, while she maintains a small group of close friends.
Who is more sensitive? There are two many variations and possible implied meanings of this question for me to answer it with any confidence that a reader will understand my answer.
Who has more siblings? I am 1-of-7 She is 2-of-4
Who wears the pants? She does, no contest. Of course now and then she will ask my advice and then we play this game where before answering I have to figure out what decision she has already made in order to avoid an argument. :)
Thursday, January 31, 2008
In Memory of a Friend
During the course of the last few days I have spent a good deal of time contemplating the passing of the Lords Prophet. While I have been so engaged my mind has often been drawn back to the memory of three personal experiences with our Prophet, and I thought I would share them.
Not long after I was baptized Elder Hinckley (before he was the President of the church) visited Indiana for a conference. My father being unfamiliar with the area got just a little lost while looking for the parking garage so that we could attend the conference. My mother, as back seat drivers often do, suddenly pointed out a ramp that she thought my father should take. In an attempt to avoid an argument, and I am sure appease a slowly growing sense of frustration, he drove up this ramp. It turned out to be for VIP unloading. As the ramp leveled out we found Elder Hinckley and several of his staff, Bodyguards, or what ever standing out there. My father, realizing that we were not in the parking garage, kept driving as my mother, sister, two brothers and I gawked out the window with the realization that the man we came to listen to was standing about ten feet away from our car.
During the course of my first year of Mission service a general announcement went out that President Hinckley would be coming to Brisbane to visit the local saints. The Brisbane Mission field exploded with excitement. During the course of preparations our Mission president made three decisions that positively impacted me.
The first it was decided that they would bring all the missionaries to Brisbane for this historical event. That was important as at the time I was in Cairns, which was a 36 hour bus drive from Brisbane, and most of us were afraid that due to the cost at transporting us all south and then back north again we not be included.
The second was that a contest was started to encourage baptisms. Simply put, the Zone with the highest number of baptisms would be given the privilege of being President Hinckley’s Honor Guard as he walked from the car to Suncorp Stadium. At the time I was in what was recognized as the youngest and one of the smallest zones in the Mission. All but one of us had been out for less then a year. I know you have likely already figured this out so I will not delay in saying it. The Cairns zone (all ten of us) kicked some tail. On May 15th 1997 I was there when President Hinckley stepped out of his car into a hallway of missionaries. The real cool part is that there was no one else around so the President took time to talk to the missionaries, and shake some of our hands. I lament that I was not one of the missionaries who got to shake hands with the Prophet, (a fact that Elder Gilmore reminded me about every five minutes for the next few days) but that’s ok because I have another claim to fame.
A few weeks before President Hinckley arrived, I received a letter from my Mission President which read, “Dear elder Herrington, I’d like you to lead the music for the congregational singing at the Missionary meeting with President Hinckley.” The letter continues on with specific instructions concerning the music, but it sufficeth me to say that at the ripe old age of nineteen I was given the privilege to lead music song by President Hinckley, his entourage, and two hundred missionaries. In addition I got to stand about Ten feet away from the Prophet while I did so.
As I complete this writing I believe that it is appropriate that I add my own testimony. I know that President Hinckley is a Prophet of God. I know that he is one of the few men on this planet that can truthfully claim that they have met and spoken to Christ. President Hinckley has dedicated the greater portion of his life to the service of our God, and I can only hope that as he has been permitted to return home the Lord may give him a little time off to spend with his wife and other family members who I am sure have been waiting for him. I know that this is the Lords church and as stewardship for it passes from one great man to the next I know that the work of God will continue. God Bless and Amen.
‘S Rioghal Mo Dhream
Not long after I was baptized Elder Hinckley (before he was the President of the church) visited Indiana for a conference. My father being unfamiliar with the area got just a little lost while looking for the parking garage so that we could attend the conference. My mother, as back seat drivers often do, suddenly pointed out a ramp that she thought my father should take. In an attempt to avoid an argument, and I am sure appease a slowly growing sense of frustration, he drove up this ramp. It turned out to be for VIP unloading. As the ramp leveled out we found Elder Hinckley and several of his staff, Bodyguards, or what ever standing out there. My father, realizing that we were not in the parking garage, kept driving as my mother, sister, two brothers and I gawked out the window with the realization that the man we came to listen to was standing about ten feet away from our car.
During the course of my first year of Mission service a general announcement went out that President Hinckley would be coming to Brisbane to visit the local saints. The Brisbane Mission field exploded with excitement. During the course of preparations our Mission president made three decisions that positively impacted me.
The first it was decided that they would bring all the missionaries to Brisbane for this historical event. That was important as at the time I was in Cairns, which was a 36 hour bus drive from Brisbane, and most of us were afraid that due to the cost at transporting us all south and then back north again we not be included.
The second was that a contest was started to encourage baptisms. Simply put, the Zone with the highest number of baptisms would be given the privilege of being President Hinckley’s Honor Guard as he walked from the car to Suncorp Stadium. At the time I was in what was recognized as the youngest and one of the smallest zones in the Mission. All but one of us had been out for less then a year. I know you have likely already figured this out so I will not delay in saying it. The Cairns zone (all ten of us) kicked some tail. On May 15th 1997 I was there when President Hinckley stepped out of his car into a hallway of missionaries. The real cool part is that there was no one else around so the President took time to talk to the missionaries, and shake some of our hands. I lament that I was not one of the missionaries who got to shake hands with the Prophet, (a fact that Elder Gilmore reminded me about every five minutes for the next few days) but that’s ok because I have another claim to fame.
A few weeks before President Hinckley arrived, I received a letter from my Mission President which read, “Dear elder Herrington, I’d like you to lead the music for the congregational singing at the Missionary meeting with President Hinckley.” The letter continues on with specific instructions concerning the music, but it sufficeth me to say that at the ripe old age of nineteen I was given the privilege to lead music song by President Hinckley, his entourage, and two hundred missionaries. In addition I got to stand about Ten feet away from the Prophet while I did so.
As I complete this writing I believe that it is appropriate that I add my own testimony. I know that President Hinckley is a Prophet of God. I know that he is one of the few men on this planet that can truthfully claim that they have met and spoken to Christ. President Hinckley has dedicated the greater portion of his life to the service of our God, and I can only hope that as he has been permitted to return home the Lord may give him a little time off to spend with his wife and other family members who I am sure have been waiting for him. I know that this is the Lords church and as stewardship for it passes from one great man to the next I know that the work of God will continue. God Bless and Amen.
‘S Rioghal Mo Dhream
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Bard, Forester, or Cognitive Behavioral Therapist?
About a week ago I became aware of a very hard truth. My wife has little understanding about what I do for a living. A fact that was punctuated by her comment that she thought the work Piaget did with dogs was fascinating, a statement, which would be similar to one saying “I enjoyed Garth Brook’s fifth symphony”. I must admit that I was impressed that she was aware of Jean Piaget, and Pavlov’s dogs, even if she mixed the two together. I often lament the fact that I never managed to talk her into taking any psychology when we were in school.
While I pondered this realization and what I could do to help my wife understand her husbands chosen career, it dawned on me that there might be many of my friends that do not understand what it is that I do. In fact I once received a letter from a friend that warned me of the dangers they felt were inherent in my chosen profession (of course they only touched the tip of the proverbial Iceberg) and admonished me to make sure I worked from the Lord's corner. (That’s not a direct quote, although I did consider digging out the letter just so that I could provide the exact quote.)
Much of this confusion I am going to blame on modern media. (So many other people blame social problems on the media, why can’t I?) I am often so frustrated with the way psychologists and counselors are portrayed on television that I change the channel when such a relevant scene is depicted. I admit that there is a possibility that there are mental health professionals that act in a manner that is congruent with what we so often see on television, but I am not one of them. Specifically I do not give advice, condone an amoral perspective of the world, fix a person’s entire problem with direct theatrical confrontation and a few wise sounding clichés, or spout platitudes such as “It’s all going to be all right”. I also have very little patience for those who could blame their behavior on genetics, or their upbringing.
I am primarily what many in my profession refer to as a Cognitive Behavioral therapist. (However I still have a lot to learn) Without going into a great amount of confusing detail I will state simply that I believe that an individual can chose what they think about, and what an individual chooses to think about affects the way they feel which in turn affects their behavior. So as corny as it sounds you are what you think about.
As an example if I were working with a client who had the prevailing thought “nobody loves me everybody hates me.” they could expect that they would have feelings of sadness, inadequacy, and rejection. I use this as an example because I believe most of us have met someone like this who we notice tends to behave by avoiding social interactions. In the common tongue we would say they have low self-esteem. To work with such an individual I would need to challenge the thought, even if they have good reason to think that way, and help them replace it with a more useful thought. For example a crude replacement could be, “Fred and George both like me”. (Good old reference for the Brazil branch youth if you were paying attention) Admittedly this is a very simplistic example but I think it helps describe the direction I work from.
I am currently an in-home therapist. Of course my business card says “Therapeutic Support Specialist”. I primarily work with children ages six to eighteen, however I do have a few adults on my caseload. The difficulties that my clients face often vary dramatically from as serious as being victims of physical, emotional, or sexual abuse, to children who have trouble finding acceptance among their peers. I also have an interest in doing some work on the side for LDS Family Services, and will likley do so after I have completed my licensure.
I have found that I have a talent for this line of work. This surprises me as I always saw myself Teaching/writing music, or working in wilderness/wildlife conservation. I have attempted to be brief with the description of my current work, and as such I imagine that I have left many things unexplained. If anyone has a question about what I do feel free to E-mail me, I would be more than happy to provide additional explanation.
While I pondered this realization and what I could do to help my wife understand her husbands chosen career, it dawned on me that there might be many of my friends that do not understand what it is that I do. In fact I once received a letter from a friend that warned me of the dangers they felt were inherent in my chosen profession (of course they only touched the tip of the proverbial Iceberg) and admonished me to make sure I worked from the Lord's corner. (That’s not a direct quote, although I did consider digging out the letter just so that I could provide the exact quote.)
Much of this confusion I am going to blame on modern media. (So many other people blame social problems on the media, why can’t I?) I am often so frustrated with the way psychologists and counselors are portrayed on television that I change the channel when such a relevant scene is depicted. I admit that there is a possibility that there are mental health professionals that act in a manner that is congruent with what we so often see on television, but I am not one of them. Specifically I do not give advice, condone an amoral perspective of the world, fix a person’s entire problem with direct theatrical confrontation and a few wise sounding clichés, or spout platitudes such as “It’s all going to be all right”. I also have very little patience for those who could blame their behavior on genetics, or their upbringing.
I am primarily what many in my profession refer to as a Cognitive Behavioral therapist. (However I still have a lot to learn) Without going into a great amount of confusing detail I will state simply that I believe that an individual can chose what they think about, and what an individual chooses to think about affects the way they feel which in turn affects their behavior. So as corny as it sounds you are what you think about.
As an example if I were working with a client who had the prevailing thought “nobody loves me everybody hates me.” they could expect that they would have feelings of sadness, inadequacy, and rejection. I use this as an example because I believe most of us have met someone like this who we notice tends to behave by avoiding social interactions. In the common tongue we would say they have low self-esteem. To work with such an individual I would need to challenge the thought, even if they have good reason to think that way, and help them replace it with a more useful thought. For example a crude replacement could be, “Fred and George both like me”. (Good old reference for the Brazil branch youth if you were paying attention) Admittedly this is a very simplistic example but I think it helps describe the direction I work from.
I am currently an in-home therapist. Of course my business card says “Therapeutic Support Specialist”. I primarily work with children ages six to eighteen, however I do have a few adults on my caseload. The difficulties that my clients face often vary dramatically from as serious as being victims of physical, emotional, or sexual abuse, to children who have trouble finding acceptance among their peers. I also have an interest in doing some work on the side for LDS Family Services, and will likley do so after I have completed my licensure.
I have found that I have a talent for this line of work. This surprises me as I always saw myself Teaching/writing music, or working in wilderness/wildlife conservation. I have attempted to be brief with the description of my current work, and as such I imagine that I have left many things unexplained. If anyone has a question about what I do feel free to E-mail me, I would be more than happy to provide additional explanation.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Decade at a Glance
During the course of the twenty-four hours I have been working on a post that I would have to say is nothing short of being a work of art. However as a composed this inspirational piece covering the adventures of the previous decade of my life it occurred to me that no one is going to take the time to read something that comprises over two thousand words. The document of which I speak has been printed and added to my Journal. Some day one of my posterity will discover it and revel in the words and history it contains. As for those of you who are reading this blog to learn of my adventures I will keep things short and simple.
12/1996 – 12/1998 Served in the Brisbane Australia mission.
01/1999 – 08/1999 did my best to stay out of trouble.
08/1999 – 12/1999 studied music at Indiana state university while avoiding girls with the claim that I am waiting for a girl to return from Amsterdam. (Carried picture as prop to support this fabrication)
01/2000 - 05/2000 continued to study music, and was finally caught by girl that I had been attempting to avoid the previous year.
06/2000 – 08/2000 worked in a lumberyard to afford an engagement ring for girl who caught me.
08/2000 – 05/2001 Continued music education and worked as an Resident assistant at ISU
05/2001 – 08/2001 Married girl and worked at Cracker Barrel.
08/2001 – 05/2002 Changed Major to Psychology continued to work at Cracker Barrel
08/2002 – 05/2003 Continued to Study Psychology Continued to work at Cracker Barrel
05/2003 – 08/2003 Graduated from ISU with a BS in Psychology and Moved to Kansas City to begin Masters Degree in Counseling.
08/2003 – 05/2004 First year of master’s degree.
06/2004 Laid off from job at Circuit City.
07/2004 First child born, Son, Named him Benjamin.
07/2004 Two days after son was born began work in a Call center for Ferrell Gas.
08/2004 – 08/2006 Promoted to Acting Supervisor after 5 months at Ferrell Gas Continued Masters degree program, Worked at a domestic abuse shelter, missed the first two years of my sons life as I was never home.
08/2006 Graduated with a MA in Mental Health counseling.
04/2007 Laid off from Ferrell Gas. They tried to talk me into staying (I had Seniority) but I had a good feeling about a job I had applied for.
04/2007 One week later interviewed for and was offered a Job working for Healthy Families Counseling and Support
11/2007 Struck by a case of Nostalgia and began work on this blog.
12/1996 – 12/1998 Served in the Brisbane Australia mission.
01/1999 – 08/1999 did my best to stay out of trouble.
08/1999 – 12/1999 studied music at Indiana state university while avoiding girls with the claim that I am waiting for a girl to return from Amsterdam. (Carried picture as prop to support this fabrication)
01/2000 - 05/2000 continued to study music, and was finally caught by girl that I had been attempting to avoid the previous year.
06/2000 – 08/2000 worked in a lumberyard to afford an engagement ring for girl who caught me.
08/2000 – 05/2001 Continued music education and worked as an Resident assistant at ISU
05/2001 – 08/2001 Married girl and worked at Cracker Barrel.
08/2001 – 05/2002 Changed Major to Psychology continued to work at Cracker Barrel
08/2002 – 05/2003 Continued to Study Psychology Continued to work at Cracker Barrel
05/2003 – 08/2003 Graduated from ISU with a BS in Psychology and Moved to Kansas City to begin Masters Degree in Counseling.
08/2003 – 05/2004 First year of master’s degree.
06/2004 Laid off from job at Circuit City.
07/2004 First child born, Son, Named him Benjamin.
07/2004 Two days after son was born began work in a Call center for Ferrell Gas.
08/2004 – 08/2006 Promoted to Acting Supervisor after 5 months at Ferrell Gas Continued Masters degree program, Worked at a domestic abuse shelter, missed the first two years of my sons life as I was never home.
08/2006 Graduated with a MA in Mental Health counseling.
04/2007 Laid off from Ferrell Gas. They tried to talk me into staying (I had Seniority) but I had a good feeling about a job I had applied for.
04/2007 One week later interviewed for and was offered a Job working for Healthy Families Counseling and Support
11/2007 Struck by a case of Nostalgia and began work on this blog.
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