Tag Archives: Change

Can You Sense It?

Typically when I walk into a public restroom, my mind is focused on one thing. TOUCH AS LITTLE AS POSSIBLE. If you think too hard about all the potential creatures living on the floor of a truck stop bathroom on I-15, you get a little lump in your throat. If you stand and stare at the shiny, silver flush lever on the urinal and everything that it has seen in its lifetime, you might start to get a little dizzy. But when you approach the sink, covered in little pools of water, a small pile of soap under the dispenser and crumpled up paper towels that are overflowing the garbage can, you just get that nice anxious feeling inside. You know,  where you want to just leap out the door and get the hell out of there.

I am not a clean freak by any means. I am not a germaphobe. In fact most people consider me to be quite liberal in my hygienic practices. But I have spent a lot of time on the road this summer which means a lot of time away from the safety of my own private bathroom. I have noticed that there is an  increase of automatic sensors in public restrooms. You know the ones that flush for you, or turn on the water for you. I suspect it is to help remedy the anxiety described above. I can just imagine the sales pitch from the representative of the top bathroom sensor company.

“You see here bud, I can get you set up with the whole package. Urinal, soap, sink , towel and toilet sensors. To keep your bathroom cleaner, healthier and maintenance free.”

In theory, it sounds great, I can go to the bathroom where hundreds of other people go to the bathroom and not touch anything but myself.  But there is just one problem. I like to call it the “senseless sensor shuffle”.  You all know what I am talking about. It is like the sensors get a mind of their own. And they want to ensure you know that they are in charge of the general hygiene of the population.


Let me walk you through a scenario:

You are at the toilet, no where near being done with your business, the toilet flushes. You are a little scared, but composed. You walk to the sink to wash. Hold your hand under the faucet to get them wet. Water comes out. You slide your hand under the soap. Nothing. You do it again. Nothing. You wait for the person next to you to move so you can have access to their soap. Swipe your hand under the second soap. Success! Lather. Hopefully for 20 seconds or more but you are already getting anxious to get out of the bathroom because this is just taking too long. You put your hands back under the faucet. Nothing. You pull them back and repeat. Nothing. You move them side to side. Nothing. Now you are waiting for the person next to you to finish because you can clearly see that their faucet is working. Standing, staring at yourself in the mirror, with nice soapy hands thinking about how rich you would be if you could invent something that would make you never have to go to the bathroom again and save you the embarrassment these sneaky sensors have caused you. Finally your turn. You place your hands under the sink! Nothing! You pull your hands back, close your eyes and say a little prayer in your mind to the Deity of your choice. Slowly you slide them under the faucet and like a volcano that has been dormant for thousands of years, it erupts! Spraying hands clean of all soap as well as your forearms and the crotch area of your pants. You quickly move toward the paper towel dispenser next to the over flowing garbage can, wave your hand under it aaanndd? Nothing.  Forget it! You give your hands a shake, spreading water on the floor and wall next to the door and bust out into great wide open using your foot to kick open the door like a secret The Rock in any of his fantastic movies.

Of course the anxiety level is compounded when supervising a 2 year old during this entire process. I know people are worried about the future of this country right now. But as long as the people that invented those bathroom sensors don’t get put in charge, we will have hope for a brighter future.



I am who I am. Am I?


I am Pitt and I am a dreamer (sometimes), a hard worker (sometimes), an adventure seeker (most of the time), a dad (all of the time), a sucker (apparently), a skier (most importantly).

I have a pretty good vision of who I am. I know what I like. I know how I like to be treated and how I would like to treat others. I know how I see myself in the mirror. And I know where I am comfortable and where I get squirmy. Even though many of us know who we are, we are not able to describe ourselves vocally or in written word. Take a cover letter for example. When you are applying for a job, you are supposed to write a short letter describing yourself and how great you are without coming across as an arrogant jerk. You want yourself to look good, but not sound like you know it. Now that I think about it, that is  the same way we humans approach dating or meeting a new friend for the first time. Always trying to read our potential client and sell ourselves to them. That is kind of weird if you think about it.

Well, I have learned that simple is always better. Know your story and stick to it. Don’t change it just because you are trying to impress someone or boost your ego. I have had 2 valuable lessons on this topic over the past month. Both of them came from people in a demographic that make the most sense to me, little boys.


Often there are 1,000 things going on in my brain on a daily basis. Work, family, recreation, adventure ideas, projects. This is why I love the outdoors so much. For many of us it is a time to step out of hustle and bustle of life and focus in the moment. A good day skiing, climbing or paddling often is a good reminder of what is important in life and who we really are.

Well if you are a 6 year old living in Idaho, it is easy to keep your priorities straight and know who you really are.  My sister sent me this picture of an assignment she found that my 6 year old nephew had completed at school. Nothing but complete honesty and truth and confidence in who he is.

2 weeks ago I was working at home. Pounding away on my keyboard answering emails in the corporate world and the following conversation occurred:

Becky: “Later sucker.” Emmett thought that was hilarious and began to laugh.

Emmett: “Why did you call my dad a sucker?”

Becky: “Because he has to stay home and work.”

Emmett: “All I have to do is play, take a nap, and go to the park. I am not a sucker.”

Spoken by a smart little man who knows who he is. For some of us it can be hard to pin down who or what we really are but it is easy to know who we are not. And for a 3 year old, he is sure he is not a sucker.

Take a moment this week and try to write down who you are or who you are not. You might surprise yourself.  Remember keep it simple and don’t try to fool anyone. It never works. No matter how flowery of words I use to describe myself, all that matters is: I am Pitt and I am a skier and a sucker.

Shiver Me Timbers

I feel like a pirate. Not one with a peg leg or an eye patch.  One that lives in a digital age full of  information flying at you like cannonballs. Between celebrity gossip, mommy blogs, adventure reports, and all the other swashbucklers out there trying to share information with the world, it seems like we are always under siege.  Sometimes it is better to just take over an existing ship instead of sinking it. I am officially commandeering this platform today. Preparetounload.com is my wife’s blog that she started while we spent a summer in Hawaii. It has had its highs and lows just like all of us but now it is turning over a new leaf. Setting out for the open seas. And I will be it’s captain. Don’t worry I kept Becky  on board to be the fair maiden and contribute. Together I hope we reach new locations and share them with all who want to join. Here is my creed.

All I live for is now
All I stand for is where and how
All I wish for are magic moments
As I sail through change
My resolve remains the same
What I chose are magic moments
Because ships are safe in the harbour
But that is not what ships are made for
The mind could stretch much further
But it seems that is not what our minds are trained for
We call for random order
You can’t control Mother nature’s daughter
Ships are safe in the harbour
But that is not what ships are built for
The witch hunter roams
The scary thing is that he’s not alone
He’s trying to down my magic moments
As we sail through change
Ride the wind of a silent rage
And sing laments of magic moments

– Author unknown

The poem has a different meaning for all of us. Our decisions and focus in life are governed by our current position.Regardless of where you are you should always ask yourself; Am I having magic moments? I love to share my thoughts and philosophies  because most of them come as shots of personal inspiration during the magic moments. Often while I am in a special place that is not a safe harbor.  They appear during the pursuit of a passion or at the realization of defeat. They appear when all the synapses are connecting or when you find yourself in over your head.  They happen all the time and the important thing is that we recognize them and act on them.

Moving forward from this point I am using this blog to unload my magic moments with the world. I want everyone to know what life is like outside of the harbor. Expect to see me spew something once a week for you to devour, reject or point and laugh at.

It will be driven by my priorities in this life

– Family

– Outdoor adventures

– Pursuing passions

– Helping those in need

– Becoming a better member of the international family that lives on this earth.

– General observations of what we call “modern day society”

Hopefully all will be entertaining and insightful.  Come follow me and take what you want. Laugh, ponder, enjoy. You will hopefully see my writing improve and join me in sharing what makes us all tick.

-Captain Pitt Grewe