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Hangin' with B-man

Look at those two handsome devils:

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One night on our vacation, we had dinner with our friends Wayne, Laurel, and Braden.  Troy was on crack.  He was so busy running around their house that he shunned a most excellent dinner.  On any other day, he would have scarfed it like a rapacious badger.  Oh well.  The boy could stand to lose a few pounds.

Just like his old man.

Ba-zing!

Hmm… that was interesting

I just got a call from a reporter at the Sac Biz Journal wanting to ask me a few questions about growing up on a farm, and, more specifically, why I chose not to go into farming.  She caught me off guard because I can’t remember the last time anyone ever seriously asked me what it was like to grow up on a farm.

As for why I chose not to farm, I was very honest and frank.  The short answer is that there is a lot of risk and, within the past 30 years anyway, relatively little reward (unless you’re a big landowner, which my family is not).  I wanted more stability, and, as luck would have it, I fell into a career that has given that to me.

There are many long and hard hours involved in being a farmer, and you are always “on”.  You cannot leave your work at the office.  There are too many variables and things to worry about, many of which you cannot control.  Weather.  Employees who don’t care, or, more accurately, a dearth of those who do.  Distribution of cannery contracts.  Legislation and politics.

That’s not much different than any other entrepreneurial endeavor.  In fact, like any other self-employed individual, in order to succeed in farming, you must be passionate about it.  I was not, I am not, and I never will be.  I’m just not wired that way.  I am capable of working hard and long hours, as I proved on the farm as a teenager, and since then as an adult, but without the passion to live the farming life, I would have burned out long ago.

When I spoke of growing up on the farm, I let slip a detail that, in retrospect, I should have kept to myself.  It was an episode where we had a last-minute vacation cancelation due to work.  Really, though, is that phenomenon specific to farming?  I know I’ve used that as an example before of why it’s tough to grow up on a farm, but it could happen to any family, anytime, anywhere.  Plus, it was just a canceled vacation.  Boo-f*cking-hoo.  It’s not like the bank repo’d our house and we had to go live in a shelter.  That was a bad example for me to give, and I hope the reporter doesn’t use it to paint farm life in a negative light.

Regarding my parents, I hope she mentions the part where I said that, overall, I had no complaints about growing up on the farm.  Comparatively speaking, I had a very easy childhood, and my parents did everything in their power to raise us right.  In addition, one plus to them owning their own business was having the ability to attend all of our extracurricular activities.  It didn’t mean much at the time, but looking back now as a father, I can only hope to be as available to Troy as my parents were to me.

If there’s one thing I learned from this experience, it’s that I’m glad I didn’t go into PR.  Had I better articulated my answers to her, I wouldn’t be so worried about what she’s going to write.  However, I kind of stumbled through the interview in a disjointed manner, so who knows what we’re going to get?

Hoody

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Last Saturday I kidnapped my family and whisked them away to Truckee and Tahoe City for the day.  It was windy and chilly… and dead.  It’s kind of weird up there this time of year because it’s in between the busy skiing and summer vacation seasons.  No one was up there. 

And it was nice.

The First Haircut

We've been saying for several months now that Troy's hair is getting out of control, and that we needed to get it cut.  That prompted strenuous objections from certain parties, who proclaimed vociferously that we must wait until after his first birthday.  So we waited.

Yesterday, however, we reached the breaking point.  We couldn't take it anymore, so we headed down to Jack n Jillybeans Salon in Roseville to get him a little trim.

Here's the dirty hippie just prior to our departure:

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The view from the rear:

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And from the side:

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It's a pretty cool little place.  Instead of traditional barber stools, they have fire engines, polices cars, and other things for the kids to sit in.  Each station has a DVD player with Baby Einstein playing.  And, of course, there are plenty of fun and shiny toys for the kids to play with.

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The Dude did a great job.  He only fussed a little at the beginning, but after that, he was a rock star.

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And, we're done:

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Front view:

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Rear view:

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Side view (with some fuss thrown in):

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No more dirty hippie!

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