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  • October27th

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    I don’t know exactly why this happens, but it happens to me every couple of weeks.  I get this feeling I need to call someone I know and the feeling won’t let go until I make the call.   I used to think that the one I called probably needed a call that day and I was simply the first to get the cosmic memo…but now I’m pretty sure it’s for me.  It makes me happy to just pick up the phone and reconnect with friends and family I haven’t talked to for awhile (with the operative word being talk, not text, not email, not facebook…talk).

    It might be generational but I really like talking to people I care about.  There’s something about hearing their voices, sensing the pauses, sharing the chuckles and communicating in that way that makes me happy (even when what we’re talking about doesn’t always surround a happy place).

    Today I was so happy to have a cell phone, a digital phonebook and good friends who have been on my mind and took the call.

    Nothing dramatic to report.  No one was saved by my call.  No one in crisis secretly needing a sonic hug.  But oh, how the reconnection has helped my M2B:) meter to soar!

  • October21st

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    Today was the photo shoot for the Utah Valley Magazine article that’s due to hit the stands this holiday season.  It was fun.  Making the house look like Christmas on one of the most gorgeous fall days of the year was a bit of a challenge, but the photographer seemed to know what she was doing and the concept for the magazine cover had potential so we took on the task with zeal.  I’m always a bit self conscious doing these things, but the photographer assured me she had magic lenses that took off pounds, erased years and added inner “sparkle” to each photo.  To that I say, wow! Technology and photoshop rule.

    When the lights and camera were gone I noticed that the movie Shallow Hal was playing on one of the satellite tv stations.  It’s that Jack Black movie about the guy  who gets stuck in an elevator with Tony Robbins who then hypnotizes  him into seeing the inner beauty of people rather than their outward appearance.  It got me thinking.  What if there was a camera lens that actually DID reveal what we are really like inside?  What would I look like?  And how much photoshop-ing would be needed to make the cover of Good Guy Magazine?  Who knows.  What I do know is I’m grateful Jeanette at Utah Valley Magazine cares enough to write about me and the upcoming Forgotten Carols tour in her beautiful magazine. Can’t wait to see how today’s pictures turn out.

  • October20th

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    Tough day today.  With a house this full of people it’s impossible NOT to have one of those days where things are not exactly the Lonely Goater Scene in Sound of Music.   Lynne’s upset with me about something that will have to be explained to me by a psychic.  My dad’s obsessed with a book he’s missing, my mother-in-law can’t find her beloved marshmallows, my mother wants to know when the funeral is, (what funeral, Mother….yours?) My father-in-law is having dizzy spells….and worst of all, the cook gave notice.  She’s too stressed out by the job of feeding the Scotshaven Home for Invalid Tennants.

    I can deal with an emotional crisis, anger, frustration, pain, misplaced books and lost marshmallows,  but not with losing the cook.  This woman was proof that there is a God in Heaven who hears and answers prayers.  The tough part is that she’s so good, not just as a cook, but as a person and a neighbor, that it’s impossible not to understand her dilemma.  It’s just too much for her right now and we love her way too much to do anything but understand.

    So we’re in search of a cook.  Actually my suggestion is that we alternate between pizza on the odd days and chinese take out on the even days with KFC on the weekends and a big pot of taco soup in freezer in case the pizza guy gets lost.

    But I digress.  There is GOOD news about Bad News Tuesday and here it is:  Won’t be long til it’s Wednesday.  Bad News Tuesday will pass.  Books will be relocated, funerals attended, marshmallows found and tensions eased.  Wednesday will be a new day,   I can’t search any harder for the magic happiness today…but that’s why there’s tomorrow. .  It’s all gonna be okay, people.  I promise.

  • October20th

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    Tonight my daughter Meggan asked if she could shoot a video of me answering questions for a presentation she will be giving tomorrow.   It was about 9:30pm when the camera started rolling and I wasn’t really sure what she was after but I am in show business, so when the record button lights up,  something inside me does too.

    My M2B:) moment today is that I’m owning this truth about myself.  This is the way I’m wired and though years of therapy have helped me understand it better, it hasn’t really changed me.  I’m a ham.  I said it.  You who know me have always known this, but I’m saying it right here, right now. I know what I am, and I am a ham!!!  No apologies, no excuses. But my M2B:) bonus today is that I ALSO know this about me:   I’m honey-baked!

  • October20th

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    Did I read that right?  In the first half of the BYU @ TCU football contest today, the Cougars got 14 yards total offense.  Had to have been a typo.  FOURTEEN YARDS….TOTAL OFFENSE in thirty minutes of football??!!! How is that even possible?

    Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not “piling on” the BYU football program when they’re down…or “rebuilding”…but I’m on a mission to be happy and seeing this statistic for ANY football program in the state I live in threatens my inner happy face.

    But wait….I’ve got it.  I DO have something to be happy about today!!  I’m not the coach on the way to the locker room at the end of the first half with some perky female sideline reporter sticking a microphone in my face and saying something like, “So coach, what are you going to say to your team during half-time knowing that you only got FOURTEEN YARDS total offense in the first half”.   I’ve had bad days before, but I’m so happy today I’m not that guy.

  • October20th

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    This was M2B:) flattering:  Julie de Azevedo Hanks sends me a text asking if I can fill in for her at a presentation she accidentally double booked.  Actually, I don’t think she doubled booked it, something just got lost in cyberspace and she was at Disneyland with her family (and I suspect 80% of greater Salt Lake City who migrate to So. Cal. during UEA this time of year) and her presentation was booked for tomorrow in Ogden.   Turns out that even though I was available and happy to help, the group in Ogden chose to re-schedule Julie rather than do a bait and switch with me.  I can’t feel too bad, since they invited Julie because of her expertise in interpersonal communications and family therapy I think  it might have been a little strange for a middle aged, clinically depressed type 2 diabetic to show up singing praises for his many medications.  No, I get it.

    But I was ASKED to help AND to help someone I think it quite wonderful in all ways artistic, creative and human.   That’s right…somebody really cool called me.  Love that.  Sometimes it’s impossible to help or it doesn’t work out or whatever, but it’s a happy thing to be invited.  A Mission To Be Happy kind of thing.

  • October16th

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    I spent the afternoon at the Provo Canyon School for Girls telling stories and singing songs.  Between sixty and seventy girls opened up their hearts and let me share what I’ve learned about hope, and holding on and letting go.  I found myself caring about these young women, deeply…more than I would have thought possible this morning,  and yet it happened so quickly.  Something in their eyes told me to be careful and tell the truth because there were wounds and heartaches from too many lies.  As I tried to listen to unspoken requests from young people who I’m pretty sure were unfamiliar with my songs, yet it felt like the right ones volunteered at just the right time.

    I’m planning to return.  Probably after the Forgotten Carols tour is completed.  I think I found that (to quote one of my songs) “it IS possible that strangers like us could be friends, in just a moment or two.”   When I said goodbye my heart was full…M2B:) full.

  • October14th

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    I’m not a tech savy guy.  I’m also a little bit deaf so I miss a few things in conversations with those who are either “low speakers” or still learning to speak English.  So you can imagine my delight in spending a total of 4 hours on the phone with 5 different people IN INDIA trying to solve a tech problem with a new HP device I got for my wife that doesn’t work as advertised.

    I did all right, at least for me, the first 45 minutes.  I was relatively pleasant as I was forwarded from one Indian to the next, looking for someone who could solve my problem….”troubleshooting” they called it.  After being disconnected TWICE and taking at least 45 more minutes to get back to where we were when I was disconnected the last time, I started losing my M2B:) cool.   I thought if I only spoke LOUDER and SLOWER somehow the person on the other end would we more understandable.  Not so.  These folks may have taken English as a fourth language classes in Mumbai three month ago, but I wasn’t understanding them.

    Truth is, I probably would have had a hard time understanding them if they spoke perfect English because of my impaired tech savy gene, but just the same, by hour three + I was wondering if there were any Indian swear words I could use that would get their attention.  Since I didn’t know any, I considered English swear words that might have been introduced to them in the English as a fourth Language classes they recently graduated from.  But I realized that it wouldn’t have done any good.  These people are INDIAN!!! They read Deepak Chopra in the original language.  They are not rattled or riled.  Life is a journey along a slow moving river and they are becoming ONE with the river.

    I on the other hand, wanted to DROWN them in that river by the end of my fourth hour.

    So, you may be asking yourself, where did you find a M2B:) moment in what otherwise would have been very infuriating for just about everyone on earth.

    I didn’t.  It made me crazy.  Today I failed on my mission to be happy to accept life as it comes and find the meaningful joy no matter what.  I have to admit it.  The happiness thing wasn’t working for me today.

    Wait…I take that back….the thought of a tsunami drowning everyone at the HP support house did sort of brighten my day.

  • October14th

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    I loved this:  Got a call from a musical buddy who’d just had a fantastic experience producing a record and wanted to share it, right after it had happened.  A full orchestra was added to one of his productions and the parts were beyond perfect for the track.  And to top this off, he got to be “in the sandbox” with a musical hero he’d admired since he was a kid.  I could hear the excitement and the joy in his voice.  I wonder if he heard mine when I thanked him for letting me be one of the first to share his joy.

    Note to self:  Whatever happiness comes our way, it’s a M2B:) truth that in the sharing it’s amplified at least ten fold.

  • October14th

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    My friend Jason Deere invited me to join him and his Nashville Tribute band in some shows in Logan, UT and then in Arizona the first week in November.  While working on the logistics of getting myself from a TOFW in Portland on the first Friday in Nov. to Show Low AZ on Saturday I had a very happy thought.  I get to do this.  I get to tell stories and sing songs all over the place.  How lucky am I?

    I know.