Careful, Ethel - That's no Hyundai
Here's Ethel standing beside Danica Patrick's Indy 500 racecar.
Ethel was pointing out that there wasn't much room in the cockpit of this thing,
and
then later, when she saw Danica (seen
here, onstage with Go Daddy CEO Bob Parsons)
she pointed out that Danica wasn't very big - I hope, eventually, she realized that
there
was, indeed, a connection between those two facts (at least, I suspect that there's
a
connection - but maybe these Indy cars aren't actually designed to fit their occupants?)
At any rate, we saw the Indy car, and we saw
Bob dancing with Candace, the original
Go Daddy Girl, and we saw
George Bush, the President of the United States,
(who drove
into the stadium in a motorcade with sirens and motorcycles - it was cool :) and
we saw
Animal stuffed and mounted on the bass drum (Kuz has a sense of humor, obviously
:), we
had a great dinner and even stayed until they opened up the roof of Chase Field
and shot
off fireworks - and Bob gave away (as I understand it) a total of about $600,000
in
cash and prizes - it was a great night. I'm very glad that we went - and I'm in
no
hurry to go anywhere else and stay out that late, anytime soon :)
Yes, we were enjoying ourselves; my friend
Russ in Alabama got all philosophical
on me,
and waxed on about how - regardless of whether I wanted to go back to Utah or not,
that
the picture from Monday's blog entry showed a very Happy Puckett, and said
that
whatever it took to create that smile was worth it.
(I haven't responded to Russ
yet -
I don't want to break his heart by telling him that that wasn't really what
you would
you call a smile
- it was actually just gas. He's happy thinking
what
he's thinking - I'm
not gonna mess with it :)
This morning, Ethel asked me if I thought that she should have the tux cleaned;
I had
to say "yes", because I was dancing so hard that I was sweating
(I'll bet that the
cleaners don't get a lot of sweaty tuxes :) Now comes the real holidays
- which
means "time off", although not as much as I have taken before. The last two years
I have had at least one week off with the holidays, taken as vacation; this year,
I'm not doing that. As it happens, I see that taking one more day of vacation
this year - on New Year's Eve - will mean that I will have burned 160 hours of
vacation - 4 weeks, which is exactly how much I earn in a year.
I'm trying to see where it all went; I see four days around the Fourth of July.
I
see a week in September, when we went to Alabama. I see three days in October,
when we were condo shopping. And that's all that I can see - at least, by looking
in my running log (oh, wait - there are two days in August, flying to Utah to go
to
the half marathon in Wyoming). That comes to two weeks and four days - where
is the missing week? (I'm sure that, by the time she's read this far, Ethel has
found the missing week for me :)
Anyway, I don't like the idea of using more vacation than I've earned over an
extended period - so taking that one day will be enough for me (I've also got
an unused holiday that I'll be taking on Christmas Eve). I reckon that I have
managed to get that "do the hard thing first" mindset fairly well established,
such that I don't want to take time off until after I've earned more than I
plan to take. Of course, if one continues to do that, one will eventually
build up a huge load of time off that HAS to be taken (when I left the
Army, I had about six weeks of leave still to take - I just got paid for
it. Which wasn't too bad, except for the fact that I went straight to
work after getting out, so I never actually got the time off).
In another two-and-a-half years, I'll have five years in at Go Daddy,
and I'll be a GoDaddy GranDaddy - at five years of service, we get
six weeks of vacation per year.
Then it won't bother me to take
four weeks a year :)
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