Stepping Off The Track

CO, NYC, Chicago, Dominica, Fl, Vermont and NOW staying put for awhile in LA!
We have 2 boys, who are homeschooled, and like all parents we want to support any passions we see arise. Well, they both have a passion to perform. Our older son Keean, on a crazy whim auditioned and got a role in the Broadway Musical "Billy Elliot"! So we sold almost everything (house included) and left our fantastic 15yrs in Colorado and headed to the BIG APPLE! We have been on the move ever since and consider ourselves an everyday family embracing life the best we know how. We tend to do things a little against the grain, but learning all we can along the way! Here's to sticking together as a family and creating an amazing adventure along the way!

Male Hair Removal And A Testimonial To The Bose Q15 Noise Cancelling Headphones

I just came from the medical center as my doc asked me to have an Echocardiogram. For those not familiar with the show 'General Hospital' this is where they measure your heart rate etc while resting then place you on a treadmill. They then get you to a point where you are nearly passing out, ask you to hold your breath, and then measure your heart rate again. I believe it was a popular method of the Spanish Inquisition. The interesting thing is that you are shirtless and they connect all these wires and electrodes to your chest. In my case they all seemed to be firmly stuck onto the hairs around my nipples! It didn't take me a second to realize that there was a chance that if I stop running and the technician was slightly slow turning off the treadmill the wires would go taught and ceremoniously rip the hair off my chest in multiple sensitive places. The technicians seemed to be amazed with my stamina, but little did they know that the impending excruciating pain was my motivator! As it happens my anxiety was not necessary and I left with my nipple hair intact. As I left the office pulling out my IPOD and donning my Bose headphones I thought how unusual it was that I would enter an establishment such as this and come out unscathed, not even one painful or embarrassing event. Today was going to be a good day! As the elevator doors opened with only a couple of people inside I jumped in. I dutifully followed ‘elevator protocol’ and while avoiding eye contact with my fellow passengers I stared at the LCD showing the floor numbers dropping. It should be noted that I have on occasion gone totally against the grain and directly faced my fellow elevator riders. The reactions to this audacious elevator etiquette have been very interesting. Everyone should try it just once. Anyway, it was at this time I realized with shock that all that running on the treadmill combined with the hearty breakfast I had enjoyed this morning had got the old engine going. Which of course is code for ‘I had the immediate need to pass gas’. Or as my Mom says “Have Some Wind”. I told myself I could hold it, but just when I thought I was going to make it the elevator stopped on the 10th floor to pick up a few more people. One took an agonizingly long time to get in as the poor chap was dragging a canister with a couple of oxygen tubes up his nose. But I had a situation going here and just as I was thinking of jumping out the doors closed. The floors on the LCD moved in slow motion as I realized the inevitable was going to happen. I had held one a few years ago and even though I kept it in I suffered terrible heartburn and a throbbing in the back of my head, and I wasn’t going through that again. We were rapidly approaching the ground floor and I thought to myself, just let it go quietly so no one will hear then make a break for it. So I engaged the ol’stomach muscles and the Glutes and silently released the hounds! With that the doors opened in perfect time and I stood aside letting everyone out. That is when I realized my error. As the folks were walking out I was met with more than one steely stare. I reached my hands up to my head and removed my Bose noise cancelling headphones and the dulcet tones of Alicia Keys. Clearly they had prohibited me from hearing the trumpet I had just blown in that confined space. As I walked out and dropped my head in shame I saw the man with the oxygen still inside going down one more floor. At least with his canister he was safe from the real power of what I had left behind. I'm not proud of what I did, but even more impressed with the power of Bose technology (Mark)