This past week, my little sister and I headed West on a roadtrip; the final destination was one very familiar to us as we’ve been visiting cousins and uncles and aunts there since we were born but for most others, you’d have a hard time finding it on a map. And so apparently did Google via my iPhone.
I recently traded my city condo, yellow cabs and laptop for a three story house, a Suburban with two car seats and limited to no cell phone reception in a smallish town in KS that is home to my sister, brother-in-law and nephews. My summer “vacation” was spent trying to keep up with (and frankly alive) two boys under the age of 4. Thankfully their parents didn’t totally disappear but I was basically on my own from breakfast through to bath and bedtime.
I’m fascinated with people watching and this past week, all that energy was put towards watching them and the events/people that surround them. I often pay particular attention to how they interact with tools and technologies that weren’t even a pipe dream when I was their age. Lucky for you, I’m going to share a few of my observations…
I try really really hard on Sunday’s not to think about work, at all. It’s my day for sleeping in, Yoga and catching up on the DVR. It is also the only night that I actually watch television programing in close to real-time. I’m a die hard Amazing Race fan and literally get a little sick to my stomach with anticipation of each new episode.
That is important to know only because it so happens that I extended the record time on Amazing Race this season and have by default, also been recoding and watching Undercover Boss. Now before you judge, please take solace in the fact that I’m not an American Idol fan. My reality television viewing has only included two shows up till now (Deadliest Catch premiers tomorrow night, don’t miss it!). That said, I failed miserably last night at separating church and state by finding inspiration and crying real tears while watching the final episode of the season of Undercover Boss–now you can judge.
It should be noted before going much further in reading this that a) it is a Friday night, b) It was one of those weeks that required a glass or three of wine in the evening and c) I had a vendor meeting and subsequent work conversation fresh in my head that probably influenced all of what you are about to read.
With just a few choice words this past weekend, my three year old nephew broke my heart….and my tech ego.
Let me set the stage for you. My sister and nephew picked me up at the airport (which is easy to do when it’s one hanger on the far south west edge of town) and just before I arrived, they were deep in conversation around the meaning of the word ‘embarrassing’ or more accurately, the proper use of said word.
I should insert a disclaimer here– my nephew is wicked smart and I don’t just say that because we’re related.
