Emery County Spartans

One of the pretty-awesome-had-a-great-time events that I attended this summer was Mark's 30 year High School Reunion. Yup, the Emery County High School Class of 1982 gathered for fun and activities at the Carbon Golf Course. We golfed, laughed, gathered for lunch, attended a social and dinner.

I graduated in 1983, so I'm a year behind the "old geezers" that gathered, but since our High School was pretty small I knew everyone and had many memories with most of them.

Because I am younger, these were the "Gods" of the High School. You know, the older, more experienced, DEFINITELY cooler kids of the school. Ah, the Glory Days, huh?

During the social, my friend Dave Owens, had put together a tribute to those that had passed away. I was shocked to hear how many of our classmates were gone. 8 from the class of 1982. I'm not sure how many from my class. I know it will be too many.

It was fun to see all that attended. It was pretty cool to "reacquaint"ourselves with those we knew so well just a few years ago. We reminisced on the old times and spoke fondly of the "now times". If you have a reunion coming up, GO! We've ALL gained weight, lost hair, developed wrinkles, grey hair and saggy rear ends! It wasn't a beauty contest. It was a chance to renew and revive. To speak fondly of the days when we ran faster, hit harder, sang louder, danced ferociously, laughed hysterically, got in "big trouble" from teachers, gained an education and prepared for our future. We LIVED to see these people daily. And then, all too quickly, it ends. Responsibility slams us upside the head. Bills come, families happen and work devours our lives.

SO...go to your reunions. See your old friends. Talk about the impact teachers made in your life. Take a moment to think of those that passed before...both friends and teachers. Remember those that helped you become who you are - either by bugging the crap out of you or just loving you. Remember the good times and try not to forget the indestructible teenager inside of you.

Introducing the CLASS OF EMERY COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF 1982.

Back in the saddle

In case you've wondered where the crap I took off to, I've been out of commission for a while. Last month I spent a day with a bit of a stomach ache. The stomach ache eventually landed me in the Emergency Room where I was diagnosed with a terrible kidney infection. They fed me antibiotics through my IV, gave me some pain meds, slapped me on my butt and sent me on my way.

Two days later, I was right back where I started. OHMYGOSH I was in some terrible pain again. This time the Emergency Room did a CT scan and told me that I had three kidney stones about 1/4" big that needed to come out.

I was so miserable that they could have told me that they needed to cut my head off to help me and I would have readily agreed. Off I went into surgery. They found my kidney so infected that they couldn't get rid of the stones, so the doc put a stint in, gave me 2 weeks worth of antibiotics and sent me out the door.

I have been hobbling around for a month waiting for my kidney to heal enough for me to have the final surgery. I know my family was getting fed up with my whining and complaining about how "I can't walk", "It hurts to pee", "I can't lift that", "It hurts to pee", I'm tired", "It hurts to pee", "It hurts to pee", "It hurts to pee".  Did I mention that it hurt to pee? Well, it did.

I had to say goodbye to my longtime friend Pepsi Cola. Used to be whenever I needed a break from reality I would load up in the jeep and run to the local convenience store, see my friend Nik, and grab a Pepsi. By the time I made it home, I was rejuvenated a ready to conquer again. Sigh. Those good times are over now.

Somehow, my tiny brain has attributed pain to Pepsi. I think it's probably right. I guess that soda plays a big role in kidney stones, but I'm not kidding when I say that the thought of having a Pepsi makes me want to vomit my brains out. Yeah...it will be a long time down the road before I'll be able to stomach a soda again.

So, Friday I had surgery for the stones. Turns out I had 6 stones in my right kidney. One was the size of a pencil eraser. THANK GOODNESS for modern medicine. Doctor Platt went in there like he was playing Asteroids on Atari and blasted the crap out of them. Had some minor complications that landed me in the hospital overnight, but I'm home now and back in the saddle again. (Albeit, I'm riding side saddle for a bit, but I'm in a saddle nonetheless.)