Monday, December 29, 2008

Another Christmas Letter

Here is this years version of the Olson Family Holiday letter...Margo was in charge of sending them out so if you have not received one yet it is her fault. However, here is an online version without the photos (cause they are on the computer at home...)

Official Olson Family Presidential Cabinet

Secretary of Defense: Alexander Olson. A fifth-grader, AJ, is skilled at ambushing his father with rolled-up socks, Pirates of The Caribbean online, baseball, basketball, Guitar Hero, piano, and stealthy odors (which comes naturally for 10 year-old boys).

Secretary of the Interior and Wildlife: Kelsey Olson. After graduating from Heritage High School she spent time at BYU for the summer before heading to Cuesta College in San Luis Obispo to earn a degree in “How-to-save-every-animal-in-the-world-and-move-them-into-her-Dad’s-garage”. Kelsey has taken up surfing, wears a hair-net to work, and tans for college credit.

Secretary of Health and Human Services: Derek Olson. A recently returned missionary from the Amazon jungle and rain forests of Peru, Derek is now actively providing human(e) and compassionate service to every female he comes in contact with at BYU Idaho. Dman is working on a computer science degree mingled with business and is studying to get into the exciting and excellently-timed world of real estate.

Secretary of Energy: Britton, Renee and their new addition, William (born August 21st) are at Stanford working on their PhD. thanks to a Department of Energy fellowship. The Olson’s are flying model planes, blogging, and adding poopy diapers to the earth’s landfill in record amounts. Fortunately, to offset their carbon footprint, they are also growing their own vegetables and working on cold fusion so I can run my electric razor for free.

Attorney General: The Scarborough family of Erin, Phil, Olivia and Samuel now reside in Washington, DC where Phil works for Covington & Burling. After scaring the bejeebers out of our neighbors, the FBI gave Phil his security clearance to visit his pro-bono “clients” in Guantanamo Bay. Erin loves DC and is now the official host of anyone who wants to visit our nation’s capital. Olivia is in pre-school, Sam is into everything, and Charlie the poodle is in deep doo!

President, Secretary of State, Secretary of Education: Margo Olson. Margo still juggles all her jobs (Principal, Wife, Mom, Homemaker, etc.) like a circus clown on steroids. She thrives on chaos and is at her best when over a dozen people are living under her roof for the holidays. Cooking for the masses and making lists of chores, tasks, and things to do are her specialty.

Dog Catcher: Jeff Olson. This is an appropriate job for the guy who has been chasing his tail (which has gotten even larger) for the last couple of years in real estate. Coaching and playing baseball, renewing an interest in tennis, and professional couch potato are sufficient diversions between studying naval lint and universal existentialism.

Our cabinet wishes your cabinet a joyous, healthy and bail-out free Christmas and New Year!

The Olson Administration

Monday, October 20, 2008

Just When Did I Become...

June 25, 1980...that's when.

That was date I asked my first "dumb" question. And it was directed to a "youngster" who was 5 years younger than me.

Youngster: (In response to my question) "They are a band! Duhhh!" (emphasis on the Duh-uhhhh and with an obligatory rolling of the eyes)

Me: "Ohhhhh yeah okay, yeah, I think I have heard of them..."

Youngster: "Yeah, they are totally tubular!"

Me: "Huh?"

Youngster: "They are gnarly fer shur!"

Me: "Gnarly?"

Youngster: "Fer shur..."

Me: "What country are you from?"

Youngster: "Like, Oh My Gawwwwd. You are like a boy-ditz!"

Me: "Uh, I like the Beach Boys..."

Youngster: "You are ancient and deserve to die..."

It was then that I became "self-aware", and that the cool and hip part of my persona was now waving goodbye to me in the rear-view mirror of life.

By the way, the "dumb question" in question was:

"Who are the Police?"

Well, gag me with spoon...

Friday, October 10, 2008

Musings on the "D" word...

They say you gain about 3-5 pounds a year after the age of 30 because you start losing muscle mass after that age...

I am 103 years old based on this assumption.

Below are my "Before and After" pictures. Usually in the magazines the "After" photo is suppose to be motivation to use the product they are hocking but mine is more of a warning for what happens if you DO NOT use their product...

Before (Age 39) and After (Age 103)

By my calculations I have been on approximately 122 diets. Now if I had only lost just under one pound on each of those diets I would be in great shape!

My first diet was when I tried to lose 5 pounds (during lunch, running 4 miles in a plastic sweat suit) to make weight (138 lbs.) for a high school wrestling match and the most recent one began five days ago.

So, I have decided, in an effort to curb the hunger pangs, I would post a rambling rant on the dreaded-four-letter-word: Diet

First, let's begin with my "Ode To The Diet":

"D" is for the Donut whose consumption I must part,
"I" is for the Ice Cream that is no longer in my cart.
"E" is for Eating salads, fish and vegan,
"T" is for my Tastebuds who will go a beggin'...

Next, are a couple of observations: First, it is painfully obvious why the word DIE is part of this noun/verb. Secondly, if "...matter is neither created nor destroyed..." where does the weight I lose go? Does my weight loss magically appear on the hips of some poor Russian factory worker?

Additionally, Diet Jokes!

I went on a diet for two weeks and all I lost was 14 days.

If you eat something, and no one else sees you eat it, it has no calories.

When drinking a diet soda while eating a candy bar, the calories in the candy bar are canceled by the diet soda.

When you eat with someone else, calories don't count as long as you don't eat more than they do.

Foods used for medicinal purposes never count. Example: hot chocolate, 7up, toast and Sara Lee cheesecake.

If you fatten up everyone else around you, then you look thinner.

Movie-related foods do not have calories because they are part of the entertainment package and not part of one's personal fuel.Example: Milk Duds, buttered popcorn, Junior Mints and Tootsie Rolls.

Cookie pieces contain no calories, because of the process of breaking the cookie causes calorie leakage.

If you are in the process of preparing something, foods licked off knives and spoons have no calories.

Foods of the same color have the same number of calories. Examples: green salad and Key Lime pie, mushrooms and white chocolate.

If you eat the food off someone else's plate, it doesn't count.

If you eat standing up the calories all go to your feet and get walked off.

Food eaten at Christmas parties has no calories, courtesy of Santa.

And finally...

After faithful adherence to my diet for these last five days I told Margo I had lost 5 pounds!

She said, "No you didn''s right behind you..."

I hate diets.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Give Me My Dang Discount!

There is a trendy new axiom regarding age that declares...

"50 is the new 40!" and

"40 is the new 30!"

With this great logic is 20 the new 10, and is 10 the new ??? (although it may explain our ten-year-old AJ's behavior!)

However, I say it is propaganda from individuals who obviously failed in math.

A lot of this new math nonsense is being perpetuated in Kaiser Permanente commercials. To which I respond, how comfortable do you really feel about a Doctor that is, apparently, "not good with numbers", working on your heart.

"Don't worry Mr. Olson, that 275/140 BP reading is the NEW 117/70...or at least, I think it is..."

Although while we would like to think of ourselves as that younger version of us we get subtle reminders that we, indeed, are not!

Case in point, I got the above pictured AARP membership card in the mail yesterday. It is a gentle reminder that I am officially old. At least old enough to start claiming discounts from Denny's and participating Movie theaters.

But then, I started thinking, besides the discounts, that there are actually a lot of additional perks to this "card-carrying old guy thing" such as:

- You no longer have to help anyone in the ward move ever again. If an overzealous Elder's Quorum president asks you to help with a family move-in (out) all you have to do is simply grab any part of your body such as your lower back, knee, or my personal favorite...the "chest grab" and the offending elder will be off to his next victim faster than you can say, "U-Haul"!
Note: You must be attending the High Priest group for this to work.

- You can officially be cranky for absolutely no reason whatsoever. People will just assume you didn't get your fiber that morning.

- You will always get a seat on a shuttle bus, train, or subway...just remember to limp ever so slightly whenever you enter said vehicle(s).

- You now have a valid reason why you can't dunk a basketball. The younger guys weren't alive during the time you claimed that you could...revisionist history is an ally to the aged.

- You can fall asleep in Sacrament meeting (or anywhere else actually) and people will think it is cute.

And lastly, you get grandchildren.

I took my 4 year-old granddaughter, Olivia, for a walk with the two dogs (Moto and Erin's dog, Charlie) and after awhile as we headed for home Olivia said,

"Papa, I really love coming to California!"

"Why is that Sweety?" I asked.

Then, tilting her head back and looking up at me from her stroller she says,

"Cause I get to see YOU!"

I love being old...

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

I Am A Neat-Freak (Not)...

I have known individuals who cannot leave their office at the end of the day without making sure that everything is filed away and the top of their desk is "clean as a whistle" (by the way, just how clean are whistles with all that saliva and icky mouth germs on them? I digress. Everyone understands this saying).

Anyway, I am not one of those people.

The photo above is my desk. This is actually the clean version of my desk because yesterday I purged a lot of junk mail, messages, fliers, unread Wall Street Journals, and six half-empty soda cups from Quik Stop (why do I always buy the 32 oz size when I never, ever even come close to finishing them?)

If "cleanliness is next to godliness" then my desk makes me definitely hell-bound. My closet and garage at home? They qualify for son of perdition-hood.

However, like a repentant brother of Nephi, I occasionally will be so overwhelmed by the spirit that I will clean like a madman and restore my desk, closet, and garage to their celestial glory. I find that when I do clean, I enjoy the results immensely and revel in my sainthood up until...

...that first half-full 32 oz. cup of diet soda spends the night on my desk.

Then, the slippery-slide to hell is "quick and sure" as the junk on my desk multiplies faster than rabbits on viagra and I return to the chaotic mess that has a parasitic grasp on my faux-antique desk.

My purgatorial "calling and election made sure", I was resigned to my fate until today, when I discovered...


I am saved.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Hi, My Name is...Buddy!

One of the more disconcerting aspects of being an aging Boomer is how the RAM portion of the brain's memory can crash so quickly.

Case in point. Have you ever been in social situations where you meet someone, hear their name, and instantly forget it? Now, if it is a guy, there is an easy call them "Buddy".

NOTE: My much, much younger counterparts can insert "Dude"...but then, they don't have memory issues do they?

Anyway, Buddy will always work and no one is the wiser, especially upon leaving, when the dismissive departing wave is accompanied with, "Hey, take care buddy!".

Buddy. It is the pre-Alzheimer guy's life preserver.

Last Saturday night I went with Margo to her school fundraiser dinner/dance. There were lots of recognizable faces, however, I was absolutely unable and clueless on recalling any names. Contrast my dilemma with the fact that my wife can remember everyone's name, including the 830 students and 85 staff members at her school only serves to exacerbate my anxiety.

Our table has ten people, one couple I have known for nearly 20 years so I am good to go there, but another couple I meet for the first time along with yet another couple, they all introduce themselves and as much as I am trying to remember them, I have forgotten their names before they have even finished the last syllable.

The remaining couple sitting to our right I have met at least 3 other times (they have even been to our house!) and I am drawing a complete goose egg on the guy's name. I spent a good 15 minutes mentally going though the alphabet trying to recall his first name to no avail, so I gave up and defaulted into my "buddy system" for the remainder of the evening.

I hope it is not hereditary. Although, the other night I was talking to my son on the phone and just as he hung up he said, "Hey, take care Buddy!"


Friday, February 8, 2008

I Have Been Tagged!

I woke up this morning with "XIII Los Lobos" spray painted on my belly!

Sadly, with plenty of room to spare...

Actually, "tagging" in the blogging world means that I am suppose to reveal 7 unusual things about myself and then pass the "tag" along. My daughter-in-law, Renee, was the one who tagged me after she herself had been tagged.

So, without further ado and in random order:

1. I met the Shah of Iran. In early 1980, (after he was exiled and Iran was taken over by the Ayatollah Khomeini), in Atlanta at a Financial Planning seminar. He was trying to raise money...but that is whole other story.

2. I have a phobia about swimming in lakes. I can swim in a pool. I can swim in the ocean. Get me in a lake and I start to hyperventilate. I think it stems from almost drowning in Lake Berryessa...again another story.

3. I can still hit a 90 mph fastball. A nasty slider on the other hand...

4. I have scored over 84,000 in TextTwist.

5. My first computer was an Apple II with 64K of memory. I used Visicalc for spreadsheets. They didn't have a word processing software then. Windows did not exist.

6. President Hinkley and I have talked on the phone. Another story of course...

7. I have said the opening prayer in front of 15,000 people...yep, at the Marriott Center.

Now, I am duty bound to "Tag" three other people (and they in turn tag three more...hey, if everyone "tagged" would send me a dollar, how many downlines would it take to reach a million??? Okay, Britton, we know you answered the question before anyone else...)

Anyway, I now "Tag": Tia (aka Aileen), Grandmalita, and Britton! do you remove spray paint from skin?