Thursday, November 29, 2007

The Storm.

Today as I look out my office window, I see people walking around with light jackets enjoying the sun and 50-something degree weather.

A year ago today I woke up scared to look out of my bedroom window. Because a year ago today Kansas City was getting pummeled with a ton of snow and 20-something degree weather. A year ago today was also two days before our wedding.

By no means were we expecting a heatwave for our wedding during this time of year, but Kansas City hadn't had a snow storm on or around December 2 in over 100 years. In fact, the past few December 2's had been quite warm.

We felt good knowing we may have a little snow at our wedding and that we wouldn't be doing outside pictures. But when this freak storm hit Kansas City, I have to admit, for a short time I started feeling pretty sorry for myself (Steve was much more calm, cool and collected about this weather issue we had no control over).

Of course, our wedding day turned out to be a beautiful sunny day with sparkling snow (and, yes, chilly temperatures).

On Saturday when I walk out and it's in the high 50's I will be happy about the warm weather for everyone who is getting married that day (even though selfishly I may be the tinniest bit jealous)!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Dane Cook

Sunday night a friend from work and I went to see the comedian/actor Dane Cook perform. My company raffles off suite tickets for almost every show for a low price which is a nice, new perk. I was a raffle loser, but my friend was a raffle winner and she chose me!

It was my first trip to the Sprint Center. It's amazing! The entire area makes you feel like you're not in KC (which isn't necessarily a good thing; but different nonetheless).

He was funny and entertaining. But the entire show, I kept thinking how glad I was not to be with anyone from my family. I truly felt sorry for all parent/adult children combos I noticed. I'm sure they made no eye contact during the performance. I won't discuss what he talked about, but I would have hated every minute of it!

Sunday, November 25, 2007

TV Trials & Tribulations

My dad and brother are not what you call "shoppers". This is what makes the fact that they were on the road together on Black Friday at 6:00a a story in itself.

My parents are in the market for a new TV. They purchased the TV they are being forced to replace when my brother and I were in 5th or 6th grade (which makes the TV around 22 years old).

After over a year of research my dad finally found the TV that will last another 20-years. And on Thursday he realized that Nebraska Furniture Mart had his TV hundreds of dollars below anyone else out there.

So along with the thousands of people who were at NFM when the doors opened so were my dad and my brother. Unfortunately the TV's were already gone by the time my dad got to the front of the line. Strike one.

On Saturday morning my dad decided that even if the TV was a few hundred dollars more than on Friday, the NFM TV was still an excellent deal. So he got on the phone and after unsuccessfully reaching a human two times, he called a third time. This time he got through to a salesperson. As the salesperson was verifying the model # the last remaining TV sold. Strike two.

A couple hours later we went out to Ann's brother and sister-in-law's house. After lunch and multiple discussions, my dad decided this TV was a good deal even if it was more expensive than the Friday and Saturday morning price. He called NFM again, asked them to order him the TV, and without asking they gave it to him at the Friday morning price. Homerun!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Big Day!


We all know tomorrow is Thanksgiving.

But as or more important is the fact it's our nephew Luke's fifth birthday!

Happy Birthday, Luke! (And happy 2-1/2 year old birthday to Ty since he maintains it's "his birthday"!).

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Dirt

Twelve-yards of dirt to be exact. A dump truck full of dirt is what got Steve "all wound up" and into an intense bidding war with another man at a catholic high school silent auction Saturday night.

As one observer stated, "Who knew dirt would be the hottest item of the night?".

Well, somehow between the other guy "really wanting this dirt" and me outbidding ourselves (I couldn't read Steve's writing), we are now the proud owners of that hottest item of the night!

Monday, November 19, 2007

Disco & Drinks

On Friday night while Steve was in Orrick eating walleye (which I learned is a town of 700 that Steve says we may live in someday), I was out with some girls from work.

We met up to watch our co-worker's 70's/disco band play down the street. The band didn't start playing until 11p.m. which it sorrows me to say is late for this 33-year old on a Friday night after working all week. I was fighting a cold so staying up to meet the girls at 10p.m. was a bit of a struggle. But once I made it to the time I normally would go to bed, it was like I became 23 and the next 5-1/2 hours came and went in a flash. It was an extremely fun Friday night and unproductive Saturday.

The next day when Steve got home, I told him about all the stories and random people from the night before. He was glad I had fun, but he was most proud that his wife somehow got her drinks paid for all night! I'm glad I can make him proud.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Round II


Steve wasn't deterred by the fact he sat in a field from pre-daylight to post-daylight without getting a deer last Saturday. Oh no. In fact, he seems more determined and excited. He's already up north so he can get some late afternoon hunting in today.

He's then going to Orrick for walleye. I'm not 100% sure if Orrick is a town, a person or a restaurant. But regardless, if it's good, he said he's going to take my dad and my brother next Friday night!

Tomorrow morning he plans to be hunting by 4:30a. It's important to note he woke up at 4:30a this morning to take some friends to the airport. He was at work by 6:00a. Most people would associate these middle of the night/early morning hours with the word crazy. But yet rarely are people surprised to hear Steve's name associated with insane early times. Just saying...

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Monumental Birthday.

Happy 90th Birthday to my Grandpa Book!

In Memory.

A year ago today, Steve's sister, Julie, lost four of her co-workers and friends in a life-altering plane crash.

In memory...

Year after fatal plane crash, Two Rivers grieves yet grows
By WILLIAM RYBERG • REGISTER BUSINESS WRITER • November 13, 2007

One year ago today, the president of Two Rivers Marketing and three employees were killed on a business trip when their plane crashed in Indiana.

Since then, Two Rivers employees have done the nuts-and-bolts work of reassigning duties and continuing to run the company, all while grieving their co-workers and coming to grips with their loss.

"There's rarely a day goes by when I don't think of one or all" of them, said Two Rivers co-founder Brian Jones.


President Tom Dunphy, Leslie O'Bannon, Eric Jacobs and Josh Trainor all died in the crash.

Jones says there have been highs and lows during the past year, but all-in-all the Des Moines company is doing as well as can be expected.

Memories of the four and their roles in building the company will always remain, Jones said. The four "would have wanted us to continue forward and be successful," he added.

The company has actually grown over the past year. About 20 staff members have been added, bringing Two Rivers' work force to about 70.

The company's clients stuck with the advertising firm after the accident and some new ones have been added, boosting their client roster to about 15 to 20.

The agency remained strong in spite of the loss, said Mike Ralston, president of the Iowa Association of Business and Industry.

"It seems the company is still, in essence, the company it was before these leaders were lost," Ralston said.

Mary Ceynowa, a Colorado consultant who works with Two Rivers, said it helped that the company's business culture downplays internal hierarchy and emphasizes building relationships between clients and all staff members who work on an account.

She says the agency staff worked its way through the multi-stage grieving process, including denial, anger and depression. They've reached the final stage, she said - acceptance.

Some adjustments that needed to be made called for extra sensitivity.

For example, Dunphy's corner office sat empty for months after his death, even though co-owners elected Jones to lead the agency shortly after the crash.

It wouldn't have seemed right to move in right away, Jones said. Leaving it empty too long, however, would seem to be dwelling too much on the past, he added.

"You have to move on. It's tough, but eventually you have to do it," Jones said.

Jones moved in last spring. He works at the same glass-topped desk Dunphy used.

"Every morning, I do think of Tom when I walk in here," Jones said.

Other adjustments have taken time, too.

J.P. Steffen, a member of the information technology group, worked near Trainor.

"He sat in the cubicle right in front of me, and it took me a long time to get comfortable with the fact I couldn't just pop my head up and see that he was working there," Steffen said.

Dunphy and Jones founded the company in 2000, running it as equal partners. Dunphy was president and chief executive, running the creative side of the business. Jones ran the business side as chief financial officer. The company is owned by six staff members and an employee stock ownership plan.

"There's a good culture at work there," said Mike Schreurs, chief executive of Strategic America, a marketing services agency in Clive.

The flight on which the four employees died was only the second time Two Rivers hired a plane for a business trip.

Company leaders decided it was a good idea to spend the extra money for a private plane because the trip could be made in a single day, rather than two or three days with commercial flights.

No one from Two Rivers has flown on a charter flight since the crash, said Jones.

The four deaths - all from a single company - shocked the community. Clients and other advertising and marketing agencies deluged Two Rivers offices with flowers, food and offers of help.

"The whole advertising community was devastated, because we all know each other in one way or another," said Andy Flynn, president of the Flynn Wright agency.

Mara White, public relations director at Flynn Wright, and wife of Jeff White, group leader and co-owner at Two Rivers, pitched in to handle the barrage of media questions around the crash, Flynn said.

Staff members have kept in touch with the families of those who died in the crash. Some employees volunteered to help Leslie O'Bannon's husband refurbish a house the couple had just bought.

Today's anniversary will be low-key at Two Rivers.

There will be an early-morning church service in West Des Moines, and a staff gathering near the end of the day to honor the memory of the four lost colleagues.

A sketch of the four etched in glass will be permanently displayed in the agency's reception area as a tribute to them.

"They helped define who we are today," Jones said.

Monday, November 12, 2007

David, Bill and Steve

I told Steve once that I liked going to Olive Garden growing up. So every year for my 1/2 birthday Steve takes me to Olive Garden. We're a couple months behind but we went on Sunday afternoon.

Our waiter was an extremely outgoing and genuine man named David. You could tell he really enjoyed his job. In fact, he started speaking vibrantly in some type of fake Italian accent when he described every dish. He immediately went back to his regular accent for words like, "the, and, if...".

After devouring two large bowls of salad and bread sticks and hardly touching our entrees the following occurred. For those of you that know Steve well, you'll be able to clearly picture Steve during this conversation with our waiter. It was the funniest (and most uncomfortable) conversation to watch.

Waiter to Steve: Are you ready for the man to come to your table?

Steve (in an extremely low stern voice) to Waiter: What man?

Waiter to Steve: This gentleman comes to every table and his name is Bill.

Steve (in an even lower voice) to Waiter: Huh?

Waiter to Steve: Bill is always dressed in black and wears white on the inside.

(Steve is now just staring at me.)

Waiter to Steve: Bill likes you so much he wants your autograph.

Steve: That's okay.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Shopping

Steve and I have very different ideas of what the word "shopping" means.

I truly believe Steve goes shopping so he can later go back, return things and get money. This morning he asked if I wanted to go shopping. His shopping consisted of going to Sutherland's to return some caulk (apparently our home is finally caulked to the max), wasp spray and two car fuses. And then he went to Dick's to return a fleece sweatshirt he recently bought.

This afternoon Steve reinforced my theory. We went to Marshalls and he bought some socks and a dress shirt. On the way home he announced he's already decided he'll be returning the dress shirt to Marshalls.

I told him about my theory, and he jokingly responded, "Isn't this how everyone shops?" Many people, including me, should probably pick up a few pointers from him!

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Favorite time of the year.


Steve's favorite time of the year is finally here. Hunting season. Deer season to be exact. He mentions it throughout the year, but once fall hits, it becomes a major part of his vernacular.

He left me a voicemail at work on Monday informing me he would be hunting this weekend; possibly all weekend. He is packing his gear, buying large freezer bags at the grocery store and asking me if he can take some of our kitchen knives this weekend (which I'm going to assume is a joke).

His weekend plan is all thought out. He's going up north to his friend's house, hanging out with his kids and going for deer soup at Skipper's, the neighbor across the road.

And then in the middle of the night the real fun officially begins; he's going to sit in a tree alone for 12+ hours. And then he may do it all over again on Sunday!

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Of all the animals...

Last weekend in Kansas City was beautiful. So on Sunday morning Steve, Ann, Nate and I headed over to the Kansas City Zoo.

Nate loves going to the zoo. He was very excited about seeing all of the animals. But throughout the excursion when asked what his favorite animal was, he replied each time with the same response.

He wanted to see more rats (a.k.a. the small rodent looking animals)!

That comment sealed the deal. He is definitely his grandmama's grandson. He loves the one thing she hates more than anything!

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Pirates

Nate and his neighbor Dalton were pirates for Halloween.

Nate originally was a lion until last weekend in Iowa City when he changed his mind. From that point, he would hear nothing of lions. He confidently told everyone he was going to be a pirate.

Luckily, their neighbors had two pirate costumes so Nate and Dalton got to be pirates together!


Arrr!


They kicked off the trick-or-treating at the Brookside shops, so Steve and I joined the pirates after work. Uncle Steve gave each of the pirates $1 and then suspiciously disappeared to the Brooksider. Hmm...


Uncle Steve filled his nephew's bag with multiple "full-size" pieces of candies!

Friday, November 2, 2007

25 Years Ago...

Twenty-five years ago I had walking pneumonia during Halloween. I don't necessarily remember how the pneumonia made me feel, but I clearly remember how it felt not to be able to go to Jacque's slumber party or trick-or-treating!

Because I couldn't go trick-or-treating my brother somehow got roped into taking two bags with him. Steve had to ask every house for an extra piece of candy since his sister was home sick. That alone probably made him not like me that night.

When he got home, we dumped both bags of candy on the hide-a-bed in the living room and went through each candy piece-by-piece.

The majority of candy in each bag was the same. However, there were two pieces of candy that were different. In Steve's bag, there was a piece of candy I liked. In my bag, there was a piece of candy I did not like.

The next few minutes are a bit hazy (and embarrassing). In the end, my brother was forced to go back to the house with the differing candy to return my candy and ask for the type of candy I liked! I'm positive Steve's feelings toward me at that point were stronger than dislike.

Every Halloween I think about that Halloween and how horrible it was to make my brother go back to that house after trick-or-treating was over. And I know for a fact it mortifies my mom to this day that she actually made her son to do it!