The interesting thing about Mother's Day

I moved to New York thinking I would spend a lot of time with my Older Brother. One week later and I'm realizing that I actually moved in with his Wife and 18-month-old princess. I spend most of my day watching this young mother raise her little princess.

I don't think it's a good sign that Mother's Day is one of the hardest days of the year. It's funny because us men try to do everything for the mothers/wives and usually fail at over half of it. The mothers/wives then pick up the slack and clean the messes we make.

A few days ago I "helped" my sister-in-law Allison watch her toddler, and another the same age. It was a site ne'er to be forgotten. Two young screaming (for joy) kids running around the apartment grabbing things that ought not to be grabbed, and dropping things that ought not to be dropped. I remember saying to Allison, "I don't know how my mom raised twins." 

Mark Twain said, "My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it."

Corey and I made huge messes that caused both mops and pops to spend decades of their time cleaning. I don't know How my Mom raised twins, but I know that she Did. And that is Awesome. 


I love my Mother!

Happy Mother's Day.

When times are tough

I had a deep realization this morning. Every time things get really tough and I'd love to throw in the towel, I picture the last turn of my marathon last summer. At that moment I have to decide, am I going to walk across the finish line or am I going to do what I did last summer and dance across the finish line?

Unfortunately I have only had this image appear in my mind twice this week. Both times were on the treadmill on the top floor of a very tall building in New York City.

That being said, I have now had 7 interviews in The Big Apple. All interviews were "good". Each interview ended with an extremely convenient "we'll get back to ya".

On average, I check my email every two minutes (that's factoring in my 7 hours of sleep every night).

Still single, still unemployed, and still can't wait to make it big.

Just checkin' in.
-Clint

PS, before selling everything, I graduated from BYU

this is actually Corey's yellow tassel. I'm a proud owner of a white one.