In Training

A large part of Cindy's job has to do with Safety and Compliance. This is both a good thing and a challenge for me. It has made me more aware of safety issues in my own job...the compliance thing is a little harder to grasp. In Cindy's job they have a lot of regulations that they follow and no straying outside the lines allowed. My job...if some tape and a folded piece of paper behind a clutch will make a copier run better then by all means do it. So Cindy has been trained recently to 'Train the Trainer'. This means she trains people to go out and train other people. So being the faithful husband I am (are you reading this Cindy?) I got to be the test subject and give a training on making a paper airplane while Cindy critiqued  my training/presentation. I passed with flying colors.

How hard can this 'Train the Trainer' be anyway?

So for an encore I decided to fix the flickering light in our kitchen. Just a little tap of the broom handle on the cover should do the trick. And CRASH! The cover came down (thankfully missed me) and shattered on the floor. I would have made-up a great story for Cindy...earthquake or something but she heard it crash and came to investigate...another part of her job.




So if you think this is a standard size light cover...think again.

Speaking of CRASH...my tree is getting serious about the 'dropping the branches' game. This branch/limb was actually hung up in the tree and I had thoughts of climbing an extension ladder and using my chainsaw-on-a-stick. I don't know where these thoughts come from. But I could reach part of the limb from the ground so I spent the better part of an hour yanking-twisting-turning-twirling...and that was just me. Finally the limb gave up and came crashing down. I got smacked by a branch in the process and have a welt on the side of my face. At first I thought it would make me look tough after this manly job...then I remembered I am married to a Safety and Compliance person. Did I follow standard protocol or have the right tools for the job? Did I wear the proper safety gear or have a spotter? Was I trained and qualified for this job?





Bad tree...bad tree.

 

                                   So I think I will stick to paper airplanes...or maybe not.

 

 

 

 Check out the true "Train the Trainer" with Dene'.

 

 

 

 

 

It's not a Beautiful Day

We made a quick trip to Denver this last weekend to see the kids, grand kids and the wonderful new house with all the boxes. No...we did not have to sleep on boxes at the Cranes bed and breakfast. We did get some quality visit time in and having Sherry and Dave stop by Saturday was a treat. I was woefully lacking in picture taking (of the house and Ash and Alex...not the boys) but Cindy did get Sherry and Michael then Dave and both boys on the I-pad.

Liam is getting bigger by the day...I guess he's suppose to.

Michael and Thomas hat.

Saturday morning on the way to the kitchen for breakfast Michael turned to me and said "it's not a beautiful day"...trying to suppress my laughter I asked him why? No answer. Then later we were on the front porch playing and out of the blue Michael says again "it's not a beautiful day...it's a beauty."

So the explanation I finally got from Ashley was this...it came about from watching a Veggie Tales show talking about things we might not consider beautiful but they still have beauty because God made them. Great message...just a little strange interruption from a 2 1/2 year old. So Michael has been going around saying "it's not a beautiful day...it's beauty".

We may be able to act like a 2 year old sometimes but thinking like one is a little tougher.

Story time.

Double story time.

Sunday Michael definitely got up on the wrong side of the bed. He came down stairs grumbling and whining about something. So I read him a story before breakfast. Then in my great wisdom I said  "let's go to the dinning room in slow motion" and off I went with my best impression of a turtle. Michael lost it and crumpled to the floor in sobs. I thought I had stepped on his toe or something. I love the way Ashley and Alex handle these situations by asking Michael to "use your words." Michael said through his sobs that he didn't want to go slow. At breakfast I traded some Cheerios for a piece of Michael's banana to give Liam (complicated I know)...again Michael broke into sobs. I resisted the comment "it's not a beautiful day, is it Michael?"

We survived the morning by going to Mass and seeing "Jesus, Mary and Joseph" (Michaels account")

 

Liam can pull himself up to a standing position...so can Michael.

 

It's not a beautiful day.



It is a beautiful day.

 

             Don't let Michael know you are going to have a beautiful day...it's a beauty.