Remember when I said we were a little quirky? Well, I really wasn’t kidding. These signs are on a little road within the city of St. Croix Falls. It’s a road that services homes and traffic tucked between the school district and the industrial park.

On this road is a little pond.

On the pond, obviously are some ducks, and geese, and other wet loving creatures. But we particularly like ducks . . . and snowmobiles.

This sign needs a fresh coat of paint, but it should read, “Tame (not lame) ducks on road. Please don’t hit them.”

This is a structure our most loyal duck lovers have built on the pond. Obviously geese don’t read.

You know all those entertainment awards, right? Music, movie, TV, whatever. I wish somebody would get up one day to accept their award with just those two simple words. Maybe smile, hold up the trophy a bit, then:

“Gee, thanks.”

And go sit back down.

Then wouldn’t it be cool if everybody started doing that? What would the networks do with all the extra time?

Because, really—as far as thank-you’s and acceptance speeches, hasn’t it all pretty much been said?

I’ve been kind of putting off this post for just that reason. Of course I’m flattered and grateful and humbled and yadda yadda yadda. But what could I possibly say without sounding like a complete ass?

How’s That Connection?

Managing relationships, is kind of like using a cell phone.

People who frequently do know where to get the best connection– where the signal is clearest–and they know where it’s not. An avid cell user can even tell you what the reception will be like without even turning the phone on. Geography, geology, meteorology all blend subconsciously into instinct.

The cell user learns because it’s important to them. It’s significant. It works that way for anything. You learn when you pay attention.

So a question worth asking, I think, is, “Where do I get the best connection with the people who are important to me?”

If you want a good connection–if it’s important to you–you simply have to do two things:

1. Pay attention–where do you get the strongest signal?
2. Go there.

The past couple of days I found that sweet spot, so I just pulled over and parked the car. Five bars baby.

The past couple of days I found that sweet spot, so I just pulled over and parked the car. Five bars baby.

There are posts, indeed entire blogs, where writers yammer on about their personal lives/dramas/issues/interests etc . . .without ever adding any value for anyone other than the author and maybe a few select significant others.

Fair warning: What follows might be just that.

Holy smokes do I have a topic backlog. It all comes, I suppose, of eating too much honey . . .wait, er . . . where am I?

Oh, yes. The backlog.

I have really got to figure out a way to post more often. I love doing this. Just don’t have the hours. The frustrating thing is that I’ve got so many freekin’ ideas to peck out that I just can’t get to.

And now, despite my low post rate, I’ve been honored with this (more on that later).

So now I feel like I’m obligated to live up to it, which is good because I started this blog with the intention of delivering quality and hopefully even some value every once in awhile. The award is an excellent reinforcer of that intention. At least one other blogger appreciates the effort–which, truth be told, really kicks ass.

But sometimes you just have to post the quick silly thing–or nothing at all–and not feel guilty or stupid about it. So that’s what I’m doing here today.

There are a couple of signs around town that I think are kind of, um, what’s the word . . .quirky. Every small town has its quirks right?

Here’s an example of one of ours.

Because we do everything we can around here to keep our youth always on the right path:

. . .like maybe this guy.

Because if you’re not, I’ll guarentee you couldn’t care less. Only read this if you’re absolutely sure you have nothing better to do.

Come to think of it, even if you are a VLAR (very loyal and alert reader), you probably don’t care about what’s to follow. In fact if, in the past few days, you’ve found yourself upset, put out, or in any other way inconvenienced by what’s been going on here at Chris Wondra . com . . .um . . .you should probably figure out a way to move out of your parents’ basement and get a life (no offense).

So with that said . . .

I haven’t found many notes this year for some reason. But when I do, they’re almost always amusing.

Found these two today:

Fine I will give you your leo bacfk on Monday. But first what did I say if I was talking about you. And someone. . . I’m not saying who but they told me that K___ said that I said that you were flat. And I don’t talk about you bad. O and by the way I’m not . . . or wasn’t using you. Cause if I was using you I would be nice to your face. So yeah

K____

Hey M____ Hon,

I love your hair, you look good as a brunette! ha ha. Yeah, so I hope I can get MSN. I really want to. Just my mom won’t let me get on our regular comuter so yeah. My Aunt might have a modem. So I can get the internet, so yeah. I feel bad for you, B____ and everyone just needs to leave you alone, you didn’t do anything to her, but just remember, I’ll always be there for you no matter what. I don’t care.