Roller Coaster

Sometimes life throws us into a spiraling winding cork screw drop just to get flipped upside down to the point where we begin to be unsure whats right side up and whats upside down. We often refer to this as the roller coaster of life, it’s a description to which everyone can relate to.

Deceptively Smooth

Roughly nine months ago everything was looking great. We were finally feeling comfortable and good about where we were. We were making good financial decisions and slowly but surely working our way out of debt. We had two children, and had no plans on adding anymore to our family at the time. We made a decision to buy a new (used) car. Our primary “family” car was a 2008 Ford Focus. I was driving to and from work in a 1988 Toyota Camry that was barely chugging along. I bought it about 2 years earlier when we lived about 5 miles from my office. Now I had a further commute and the Camry just wasn’t appreciating it at all. So instead of investing money into fixing the old thing, we decided to sell it. Heather wanted a bigger car, one that she could be able to fit larger objects that she might potentially find at a garage sale or Craigslist. So we settled on a 2005 Ford Explorer. We spent a little more than we were planning to, but still felt comfortable and confident in being able to financially handle it.

The Decent

Roughly a week after purchasing the Explorer and 2-3 pregnancy tests later we found out Heather was pregnant. This through us into a downward spiral of hopeless confusion. After the birth of our second child Heather decided to take herself off of insurance to make room for our newborn baby. So now with pregnancy being considered a “preexisting condition” no insurance would accept her. She tried applying for both medicaid and CHIP to be denied both. We missed qualifying for CHIP by roughly $200.00. To add even more confusion at the first sonogram appointment they found TWO heartbeats. Then right when we finally started to wrap our minds around the idea of having TWINS, the next sonogram showed that one of the two babies had died leaving us with one healthy baby.

We went through the majority of the pregnancy trying to figure out how to afford to pay the $150.00 doctor visits. To add a bit more drama Heather began having high blood pressure causing her to be sent to specialists and more frequent visits costing more and more money. After conversing with a few different trusted sources we decided the best rout would be to ask my employer for a pay cut so that we would qualify for CHIP. We did it, and qualified, only we made the decision a bit too late and had already accrued over a thousand dollars of debt to the doctors.

New Life Brings New Hope

Finally right smack in the middle of SXSW Interactive on March 13, 2011 at 3:54am a beautiful squeaky little boy named Jackson David Guymon was born. I arrived home a little after 6:00pm on Saturday night from a busy day attending panels at SXSW when Heather’s water broke. Luckily Heather’s mom had made the 5 hour venture from the dreary woodlands of east Texas (Louisiana) to our home in beautiful Round Rock, Texas. So we left her home with our two kids and checked ourselves into the hospital. Soon after arriving Heather requested an epidural only to find that after 10 hours of labor she could still completely feel the baby coming. They tried upping the dose of medication 30 minutes or so before Jackson arrived, but it didn’t work. Heather completely felt the entire thing. Luckily she only had to push 3 times and our fresh new born was ready to be safely wrapped in our arms.

We arrived home on Monday evening and Heather was still experiencing a bit of pain, which is too be expected and so we didn’t really think much of it. As the week went on she started to experience some pain in her chest which began to cause her a bit of anxiety by the time Friday rolled around. She attempted to self diagnos herself through Google and ended up scaring herself a bit more. Her doctors office was closed and she was unable to get ahold of anyone. We said a prayer together and I personally felt that she was ok, and didn’t need to worry. She did a bit more research and started to think that perhaps some of the medication she was taking could possibly be the culprit. After discussing her fears and pains with her parents her Father contacted a friend/nurse who reassured Heather to the best of his knowledge that she was fine and had nothing to worry about. On Saturday her parents were on their way home. Sunday was spent relaxing at home with my Mom, brothers, and 3 of my nieces. Sunday night Heather began to have a pretty bad headache. She took some medication hoping it would go away. It continued through the night.

The Scariest Day of My 30 Years of Life

Monday she woke up still experiencing a headache. This wasn’t completely out of the ordinary. She had experienced headaches before. Also epidurals are known to cause headaches. She took some more medication and had me run to the store to buy her a Mountain Dew in hopes that a bit of caffeine might help her lose the headache. We made a small trip to Sams to pick up a few things. We got home and just relaxed out our home. While both my boys napped I took advantage and began working on a website for work. Once everyone was done napping I realized there was a few things I forgot to bring home with me from work that I needed to be able to get further along with the website I was working on. So I told Heather I needed to quickly run into work to get it. She was feeling a bit restless and also wanted to get out of the house so she asked if I would mind if we all went, that way we could also take advantage and show off Jackson to everyone at my office. It was a little after 3:00pm when we left my house which placed us in the “Happy Hour” time of Sonic. We were going to be driving right past a Sonic on the way to my office so we decided to stop and take advantage and get some drinks for half the price. Neither Heather or I had really eaten since breakfast, so we both decided to buy something to snack on at Sonic.

This was the beginning of what has proven to be the scariest day of my 30 years of life. Heather was driving and we made it to Sonic and placed our order. While we were waiting for our food Heather was worried that Jackson’s head might of fallen over in his carseat, which it had been known to do. She was attempting to poke her head back to see. They arrived with our food but forgot the two drinks we had ordered for our kids. So she asked me if I could get out of the car and check on Jack’s head and perhaps use the his blanket to prop up his head in a way to hopefully prohibit his head from falling anymore. So I got out of the car and positioned the blanket in a way to help protect and support his little head.

When I got back into the passenger seat out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Heather was leaning towards me, but I thought she might be double checking my work to see if it met her approval of appropriate support for Jack’s little head. I can remember saying something like, "Jack’s head is good to go…" So at that point I turned to Heather quickly and at first I thought she was making some sort of a dramafied sarcastic facial expression in complaint of the Sonic employee forgetting the drinks and causing us to spend MORE time waiting at Sonic. So I said something to her like, "What happened?" She didn’t respond so I again turned to Heather and noticed she was making a very WIERD facial expression her eyes were closed or rolled back in her head and her mouth appeared a bit dead of expression. So I calmly said, "Heather." thinking she was perhaps “joking” or something…. Still no response at this point my brain began to process more of my enviornment I noticed her arms were both sticking straight out very stiff. So I began to repeatedly say, "HEATHER, HEATHER, HEATHER!!!!" getting louder and louder each time. At this point Hannah, who was sitting in the middle seat in the backseat (Heather since she was leaning to the side was directly infront of her), actually stood up and started joining me in yelling "HEATHER!!!" over and over again. At this point Heather appeared to not be moving AT ALL. My initial thought that entered my mind was that she was having a stroke or that she was DEAD. So I thought that if I were to YELL loud enough I would be able to snap her out of whatever was happening.

I instinctively grabbed her head with both of my hands and it was at that point that I noticed how stiff she really was. I also realized her entire body was rapidly shaking. So finally my brain communicated to the rest of me to grab my cell phone and call 911. So I called and began frantically trying to get EMS or some sort of help.

The 911 operator first asked, "Is she having a seizure?" I responded by saying, "I don’t know, I don’t know what is happening she isn’t responding and I’m not sure if she is breathing." I then described to him how she looked. I told him I was at a Sonic off of McNeil road. To the best of my knowledge that is the only Sonic on that road. Still the 911 operator asked me for the address. I frantically said, "I don’t know, it’s on McNeil road." Then he asked, "well can you find someone who knows the address." So I said, "No! I am sitting in my car, holding my wifes head, I have ALL my kids in the car, I’m not going to leave my car and try to figure out the address!" Right at that moment I noticed a Sonic employee by my car so I YELLED, "What’s the address?" He ran back inside and then returned and told me the address so I repeated it back to the 911 operator. At that moment Heather completely went limp, and didn’t seem to be breathing or moving at all. So then I began REALLY yelling, "HEATHER, HEATHER, HEATHER!!!!!" over and over again. Hannah was still standing and crying and yelling along with me. After awhile Heather coughed twice and that gave me a ray of hope that she was at least alive.

I thought, ok, maybe now I can wake her up. So I continued to yell. The 911 operator continually told me to STOP. and wanted me instead to answer his STUPID questions. After she coughed twice a lot of drool came out of her mouth and her lower jaw pushed forward like a bull dog with her lower teeth sticking out of her mouth and lightly biting on her tongue, but she went completely limp again and didn’t seem to be breathing. All hope was completely ripped from me, at this moment until she began to appear to be in a deep sleep and began taking quick deep breaths. It didn’t last that long though and she returned to not show any signs of actually breathing. The 911 operator wanted me to then turn her onto her side and lay her down. I again explained that we were inside of a car. She was in the driver seat and I had 3 kids in the back seat. So there was no way I could lay her down and turn her to her side. He then wanted me to tell him each time she took a breath. So I started to try, but each time I saw or noticed any sign of life I would start yelling, "HEATHER!!!!" again. The 911 operator continued to try and stop me from doing this and instead wanted me to focus on saying, "NOW" each and every time she breathed. I tried explaining to him that I couldn’t really tell if she was breathing or how often she was breathing. At some point we were disconnected from my phone. Around this time I noticed Heather opened her eyes and so I started yelling to her, but she wasn’t responding. Then she opened her eyes again and tried sitting up, but I told her to stay still. Then my phone rang and it was the 911 operator again, I told him her eyes were open now. Then Heather started just staring at me. It was an empty stair though. She looked at me the same way a baby would look at you. I could tell that she wasn’t completely there. So I began asking her if she knew who I was. At first she shook her head no. I kept asking over and over again. Finally she shook her head yes and was slowly able to say, "Shane." After that response I began asking if she knew who she was. She then began to look really scared and worried and tried sitting up again, and I told her to stay still. I continued to hold her face with my hands and tried to keep eye contact with her. I kept asking, "What’s your name?" over and over again. She finally responded by saying, "Mom, Mom, Mom." Only she was saying it in a way that sounded like she was calling out for her own Mom. Her voice almost sounded like she was crying on the inside with fear. At this time the ambulance had arrived and a guy was standing outside of her door. Another guy reached through my door and pulled the keys out of the ignition and set them on the dashboard. The guy standing outside of Heather’s door asked me what happened. Heather was sitting up and looking around scared and worried. She looked like a lost child. The guy asked her if she knew her name and she shook her head no. Then he asked her again and she muttered "Heather" in way that her tongue wasn’t quite working. So then he asked, "Do you know where you are?" She said, "No." Then he said, "OK, can you step outside of the car for me?" Then Heather said, "yes" and began to step out of the car. I quickly looked at the guy like he was a complete idiot and reminded him that she isn’t completely aware of what is happening and I’m not so sure it’s a good idea to ask her to try and stand up on her own. He was just standing there watching her place her feet onto the ground and start to stand up. I looked at him and asked, "Aren’t you going to help her of something?" Then in a very rude tone he looked at me and said, "What do you want me to do sir?" So I responded and said, "I want you to put your arm around her or something!" Then he said, "I’m working on it." Then I responded, "Well it doesn’t look like you are doing anything."

I got out of the car, and followed Heather to the ambulance. She walked herself over to the ambulance and climbed up into it. She sat down and looked over at me. I’m sure she saw my face was completely filled with fear. So she got a REALLY scared and worried/lost look on her face, and started to stand back up and said, "What? What is wrong?" So I said, "You just had a seizure!" She sat back down and looked towards the two men and said, "WHAT? REALL?" and began to cry. One of the men quickly stuck his head out and said, "You need to get out of here and go back to your vehicle." Then he shut the door.

I walked back to the car. Hannah was frantically crying and wracked with fear, Connor was completely oblivious to anything happening, and Jackson was quietly sleeping through it all. I talked to Hannah and told her that Mom was safe and that they were going to help her. So she sat back down in her seat and I told her to buckle her seat belt and that everything would be ok. I asked her to say a prayer to Heavenly Father to watch over and protect Mommy.

One of the men came over to me and explained to me that having a seizure is basically like restarting a computer but it is restarting the human brain. So when they first start to “turn back on” they aren’t completely aware of everything but have a heightened state of anxiety. So that is why they told me to get away because she wasn’t prepared to hear that she had a seizure, she wasn’t ready to process that information yet. So he said that she is becoming more stabilized and that she was fine. He looked in my car and saw all my kids and said, "look, don’t worry about her, just focus on your kids. Get them taken care of, then take care of yourself. After that just meet us at the hospital." Then somehow in our conversation I explained to him that she just had a baby a week ago, and that she had been dealing with high blood pressure the entire pregnancy. So he quickly said, "Well that explains it, she has eclampsia." I told him that she was actually tested for it and it came back negative. Then he replied, "Well this seizure just confirmed it."

I sat down in my car and Hannah was still crying so I looked at her and I said, "Hey, Hannah Mommy is ok, the man just told me that Mommy is ok. She’s alive, and she is going to be ok. They were going to take her to the hospital." That calmed her down, but she said she didn’t want to leave me. So I told her that she didn’t have to leave me, and that she could stay with me. I sat in the car and my mind was completely blank. I sat and tried to think of what the next step was. The only thing that came to my mind as I stared into my phone was that I should call Lyndsee Bates and ask her if she would watch my kids for me while I went to the hospital. So I called her and got her voicemail. So I hung up and tried to think of someone else but my mind was blank. I couldn’t think of anyone. The only person I could think to call was Lyndsee Bates. So I decided to call her again. This time she answered. I first asked if she was home, and she said no, but asked why. I explained to her what happened and asked her if she could watch my kids while I went to the emergency room to meet Heather. She graciously agreed to help. I hung up the phone with her, but felt like I couldn’t leave Heather. So I walked back over to the ambulance and tried to look into the tinted windows, but I couldn’t really see anything. So I thought, "well maybe they will see me standing here staring into the window and come talk to me." Well it didn’t work. So I walked over to the door and knocked. They didn’t answer so I knocked louder. One of the men came to the door, and I asked, "Will it be ok if I left, will she be alright." He reassured me that she was doing great. He said they were going to take their time. They were giving her some medication, and would slowly drive to the hospital.

So I got into the car and slowly started it. But then realized that we were at Sonic and had ordered food. I had no clue if we paid for it. So I got out and walked towards the door. A Sonic employee came out and I asked him, "Did we pay for everything!" and he said, "Yes, the receipt and your card are all in the bag." It was sitting on my hood so I grabbed it through it in the passenger seat and drove away. The only thing I could think to do at that point was call my Mom. So I called my Mom and just simply said, "Heather had a seizure…" There was a bit of silence and then my Mom asked, "Shane, do you want me to come up there?" So I then started to cry and said, "Yes." Then my Mom said, "Are you ok?" and I said, "Well… I’m scared." So then she said, "Ok, I’m on my way."

The Real Hero

As I drove to Lyndsee’s house I called her and told her I was on my way, and I told her I was only going to leave her with Connor and Jackson because Hannah didn’t want to leave me. Then Hannah said, “Dad… Dad… I want to stay with Connor and Jackson.” So I hung up the phone with Lyndsee and looked at Hannah in my rear view mirror and I said, “What?” Then she repeated, “I want to stay with Connor and Jackson. I can’t leave them alone, I need to take care of them.” It was at this moment that I realized who the REAL hero in our family REALLY is. Hannah is the real hero. She is the true source of peace and strength in our family. She further expounded by saying, “I thought Mommy died.” I said, “I know, I thought Mommy died also, but she didn’t… She is alive, and she is going to get better. We just need to pray and ask Heavenly Father to help her.” Then Hannah said, “Hey, this must be why Mommy’s head was hurting and why she was in so much pain.” I looked up at her in the rear view mirror again and said, “You’re right Hannah, your’re exactly right.”

I dropped off the kids and got back in the car and made my way to the hospital. At this point I realized I needed to call Heather’s Dad and inform him of what happened. So I contacted him and updated him on everything. Then I realized, “Well I also need to inform Angie/work what happened.” So I called Angie and explained what happened and everything I knew. By the time I ended my conversation with Angie I was pretty lcose to the hospital. Right as I walked through the door of the hospital my phone rang. I answered and it was a doctor in the ER. I told him I was at the hospital right now. So I walked to the front desk and they directed me to the room where Heather was.

It was a HUGE relief to see Heather and look into her eyes and actually see Heather. I told her that I loved her and gave her a big hug. I then explained to her what happened and helped her piece together all the gaps in her memory.

Count Your Many Blessings

This could of been so much worse. Heather could of been home alone with the kids (I should of been at work). She could of been holding Jackson and ended up dropping him. Heather was driving, and less than a minute up the road we would of been on a highway traveling 70 mph. It appears as though things worked out in perfect harmony to create a safe atmosphere for all of this to take place. Our car was stopped, our children were all safe, Heather was sitting down and in a position to where she was unable to fall and become further injured. When I think back it is almost a symphony of seemingly unrelated decisions that miraculously intertwined to weave a web of beautiful blessings turning what appeared to be chaotic madness into an infinite abyss of blessings.

"And you must bear your neighbor’s burden within reason
And your labors will be born when all is done
And nobody, nobody knows
Let the yoke fall from our shoulders,
Don’t carry it all, don’t carry it all
We are all our hands and holders
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
And this I swear to all!”

The Decemberist

There are plenty of people in this world who deal with things far worse and more tramatic than this. So this is not an attempt at gaining some amount of “pitty” points. Rather just a documentation of my life, and the beautiful struggle that it is. I think their is ample amounts of potential for everything we endure through our lives to be for our greater good. With every choice we make there is another choice that we need to make inside ourselves. Do we allow these experiences to destroy us, or do we allow them to teach us valuable lessons that we can take with us through the eternities of our existence. I chose to allow this experience to bring my closer together with my wonderful wife and mother of my children. I chose to allow this experience to help me be more grateful for the 3 beautiful children that Heavenly Father has given to me and trusted me to lead them, and guide them through this life.


How do babies get into Mommy’s tummy?

On Sunday while Heather was taking a nap Hannah (5 years old) and I were standing in the kitchen. I was warming up some pizza for lunch and Hannah did something, but I can’t remember what. It was something that my response was, “I used to do that when I was little like you.”

Then she said, “Was that back when I was in Mommy’s tummy before you were here?” To which I chuckled and said, “Nope, when you were in Mommy’s tummy I was definitely here.”

Then she inquisitively asked, “Was Connor in Mommy’s tummy when I was in there?” I said, “Nope, you were the only one in there.” 

Then she asked, “Was Jackson in Mommy’s tummy when Connor was in there?” Once again my response was, “Nope.”

Then she followed up with the best question of the day, “How do babies get into mommy’s tummy?” To which my quick response was, “Well, Mommiess and Daddies have to get together and do some stuff.”

Unfortunately that wasn’t a good enough answer because she followed that up with, “What kind of stuff?”

So then I thought for a second and I responded, “Well mommies have an egg inside their tummy and a daddy has to come and add his stuff which swims up and goes inside the egg and together a baby grows.”

Then she nervously asked, “Do I have to have a baby in my tummy when I get big?” To which I responded with a question, “Do you want to have a baby in your tummy.”

She responded with a very scared look on her face, “Nooooo….” Then she got happier and added,  “But I still love Connor and Jackson! I just don’t want a baby in my tummy.”


Bed Time

In a “night light” lit room I slowly sway from side to side as I hold my little Connor man in my arms and softly sing (singing is used loosely & is debatable) “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” Usually he will plop his little curly head down on my shoulder and enjoy the noise accompanied by a back tickle.

Tonight as I started to sing he plopped his head down but quickly shot it right back up, turned and stared into his crib as he reached his hand out and began trying to grab his bed. He then began to lean his entire body towards his bed. I finally got the hint as the song was ending that he obviously just wanted to get into bed. When I layed him down on his bed and reached for his blanket to cover him up he had the biggest smile on his face. I slid my hands around and across his mattress searching for his “Perry" and "doggy." Then quietly said good night and snuck out of the room.


Your Problem Solved!

On the 14th day of October in the year nineteen hundred and eighty, the world was blessed (or cursed) with the presence of one Shane Michael Guymon. If by any chance you were having trouble figuring out what to buy a humble young boy from The Oak for such an occasion as spending 30 years on this old soil we like to call Earth then leave your worries behind. I have managed to put together a list of great gift ideas for such an occasion.

Maile’s Baptism
Saturday September, 4 2010 I was honored to be able to baptize my niece Maile. It was my first time baptizing someone in “english.” So if you combine that with the fact that my niece is named “Maile HANNAH Guymon” it made for an eventful time. I spent more mental energy focusing on saying the prayer in english that I accidentally called her “Hannah Maile Guymon” and it was until we were already changing out of our wet clothes that they notified us of the mistake. So Maile got to be baptized twice.
It was a great experience, and I am overly joyed that my family was able to wake up early and travel up to Dallas to be able to do this.

Maile’s Baptism

Saturday September, 4 2010 I was honored to be able to baptize my niece Maile. It was my first time baptizing someone in “english.” So if you combine that with the fact that my niece is named “Maile HANNAH Guymon” it made for an eventful time. I spent more mental energy focusing on saying the prayer in english that I accidentally called her “Hannah Maile Guymon” and it was until we were already changing out of our wet clothes that they notified us of the mistake. So Maile got to be baptized twice.

It was a great experience, and I am overly joyed that my family was able to wake up early and travel up to Dallas to be able to do this.


Formula to Happiness


Over the years I have learned the formula to achieving happiness. However just as in math knowing the formula is only half the battle. It’s an entirely different story when you actually have to apply the formula to actually solving the real world problem (equation). I should know, seeing as how I always struggled in math class. The majority of the time I was able to completely understand how the formula worked, however I would always miss a step along the way. I wouldn’t carry the negative sign, or I would go to fast and make careless mistakes which led to me coming up with the incorrect answer.

In my pursuit for happiness I often face the same problems with receiving the correct answer, which in this case is happiness. In other words, by me “claiming” to have the formula to happiness does not in any way mean that I am ALWAYS happy.


I firmly believe that ALL people regardless of race, color, religion, or nationality have a personal set of morals and ethics in which they set for themselves as a standard “code of conduct”. For many people religion, culture, family, and other outside forces influence this moral code of standards. In many cases it is almost sub consciously imbedded into their system. Meaning that for the majority of people it takes a lot of soul searching before we are able to realize what ours is. This is the first obstacle in being able to find the answer in the equation of our own happiness. Up until the point where we are able to learn this moral and ethical code of conduct it remains the “x” in our formula.


A lot of our lives are spent trying to figure this out. I call this soul searching process “escapes.” What I mean by this is that we all find aspects of our lives that if we escape them it will equal happiness. Let me use a personal example as to what I mean by this. In the beginning of my mission for the LDS church in Brazil I went through some very difficult and frustrating times. I was in a foreign country without any family or friends. I didn’t speak or comprehend the native language and I was 19 years old. So in the beginning I remember thinking, well once I know the language this will be easy and I will be happy. Once I learned the language I only became aware of more issues, and obstacles. So then I began to search for a new escape. I continued down this path until finally it dawned on me that none of those things bring happiness. In fact the absence of obstacles, stress, and tribulation does not equal happiness. Alot of times that is our first mistake. We see all of these stresses in our life, and we begin to think, if only I was able to rid myself of these stresses I would find myself FREE of stress thus resulting in happiness. This is a very destructive path, mainly because the only way anyone can experience growth and edification is through overcoming trials and obstacles in their lives, but that in itself can and should be reserved for it’s own post.


Once we are able to comprehend that escaping what is bringing stress into our lives like, the lack of money, lack of friends, lack of family, lack of a job, etc… will bring about happiness. We are finally able to make some progress through this formula. We are then able to understand that only ONE person is in charge of our happiness. In fact only ONE “thing” is in charge of our happiness. We are the only ones who decide weather or not we are going to be happy. Regardless of circumstance happiness can be achieved. This does not mean to say that the pursuit to happiness is as easy for everyone, however “easy” or “hard” in itself is a relative term and is highly based on personal perception.

The only true way to find happiness is by living up to your own personal moral and ethical code of conduct inwhich we have all set for ourselves. Everyone’s morals and ethics differ, so there is no RIGHT answer. However when you you don’t meet your own expectations then you don’t love yourself. If you don’t love yourself you also are unable to comprehend or allow others to love you. Love is important because love is what brings about happiness. However when I use the word love I mean love in it’s purest form. The love I speak of is synonymous with the word charity. So the best definition I can find is in the bible which says:
Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not in ainiquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Charity never faileth
1 Corinthians 13

*I find it important to note, that in the Brazilian Bible they interpreted the word charity as the word love. Which is more proof as to how perhaps love and charity are really the same word, but their definitions have become lost in time by man.


Please note that at the time of writing this post I am only 29 years old, and in my meager 29 years of pursuing happiness this is what I have learned and began applying to my daily life. I always find when I am unhappy it is almost ALWAYS in direct relation to how well I am doing in meeting my own personal moral and ethical code of conduct. So by going through the necessary steps to repair my own relationship with myself through forgiveness I am able to once again be on the pathway to happiness once again. So please feel free to add your own beliefs that you have learned along your travails of life.


5 Simple Rules for Happiness

Are You Color Blind?

(The numeral “74” should be clearly visible to viewers with normal color vision. Viewers who are color blind may read it as “21”, or may not see numbers at all.)

Hi, my name is Shane and I’m colored blind. I’ve known this for a number of years now, and have even openly discussed it with some people. I’ve noticed that a lot of people don’t really understand what being color blind REALLY means. There are also a lot of people who are color blind and don’t even realize it.

How do you know if you are color blind?

Well it definitely doesn’t mean that you see the world as if you were watching a black & white TV. Usually what it means is that you are most likely male.
"About 5–8 percent of males, but less than 1 percent of females, are color blind in some way or another, whether it be one color, a color combination, or another mutation."
The most common form of color blindness is a color blindness to red and green. This doesn’t mean that you are unable to see the color red, nor does it mean that you are unable to see the color green. However it does mean you are limited to the amount of tones of red and green you are able to see. It also means when red and green are on top of one another it is difficult to view a contrast between the two. There are three different degrees of this type of color blindness. I fit in the category of Deuteranopia:
Deuteranopia (1% of males):Lacking the medium-wavelength cones, those affected are again unable to distinguish between colors in the green-yellow-red section of the spectrum. Their neutral point is at a slightly longer wavelength, 498 nm. The deuteranope suffers the same hue discrimination problems as the protanope, but without the abnormal dimming. The names red, orange, yellow, and green really mean very little to him aside from being different names that every one else around him seems to be able to agree on. Similarly, violet, lavender, purple, and blue, seem to be too many names to use logically for hues that all look alike to him. This is one of the rarer forms of colorblindness making up about 1% of the male population, also known as Daltonism after John Dalton. (Dalton’s diagnosis was confirmed as deuteranopia in 1995, some 150 years after his death, by DNA analysis of his preserved eyeball.) Deuteranopic unilateral dichromats report that with only their deuteranopic eye open, they see wavelengths below the neutral point as blue and those above it as yellow.”
Take a test to see if you are colorblind.

Why All This Color Blind Talk?

Well recently I saw a tweet with a link to this website, WeAreColorBlind.com. Which reminded me of my own colorblindness. So then after googling a couple resources I was wondering how many other people do I know that are also colorblind.

I remember in the 90’s (I’m not sure what year exactly) these pictures like the one above became really popular. They were selling books, and framed posters all over the mall and in several different stores. I would go to the dentist and one would be hanging on the wall. Everywhere I went I was always surrounded by them. I always felt weird because I was one of the only people I knew who couldn’t see anything but spots. Everyone else was seeing pictures pop out at them when they would stare at these millions of circles. As for me I never saw a thing. It wasn’t until several years later when I was out of high school that I realized that those pictures were used for color blind tests. So the reason why I could never see any of the pictures was because I am colorblind.

For more info about color blindness check Wickipedia.

For Sale

living with a Graphic Designer can be a bit tough at times. As many of you have heard we’re moving. So as we are cleaning out the apartment we have stumbled upon a few things that we feel deserve a new home (at a small price). So Heather sent me an email yesterday that said;

I want to make a sign and hang it up by the mail box so I can hopefully sell this stuff before we move.

Toastmaster rice cooker/steamer $5
Black cast iron skillet $5
Norelco electric shaver $10 (plug in model, not chargeable)
Box of infant through size 4-5 girl shoes (7 pair) $12
Suade King size comforter with king size pillow shams (tan color) $10
Glass crystal drink pitcher $10
Misc. dinnerware set (incomplete) $5

If you are interested in seeing any of these items please contact Heather or Shane @ 257-1868 or mamaguymon@gmail.com

She said she wanted me to just print her email out here at work because we don’t have a printer at home. However being a Graphic Designer I can not physically allow myself to do that. So I asked her to take pictures of all the items she wanted to sell and email them to me. She didn’t feel like participating in my madness & in turn released a deep sigh (in an email). So I told her when I got home I’d take the pictures on my own. Today I combined my pictures with the info she sent in the email and this is what you end up with.


New House

So for all of those who don’t follow me on Twitter or Facebook, earlier this month Heather decided she wanted to start looking for a house. I was a bit reluctant because of what happened the last time we decided to check it out. Initially we were pre approved for far more then we wanted to spend, we also got a really good percentage rate of 5.6%. Another great selling point was the fact that right now the government has a First-Time Home Buyer Tax Credit. So Heather decided to initially look at houses on her own especially since she is home during the day and I’m at work. Then once she found some she really liked she would have me go back and check them out later. So her first day out she found a house she fell in love with, she looked at a couple more the next day, but none of them stood out to her as much as the one from the first day.

So we went out and looked at the house together (on Friday Aug. 21st), and I also loved the house, so we decided to make an offer, and a couple hours later they accepted it!

We had the house inspected today, and the Inspector said the house is in terrific shape! The foundation is good, the air conditioner is 6 years old & in good shape, the water heater is 3 years old & also in good shape, and the roof is less than a year old. We took the opportunity to take some photos of the house to show it off!


11 Random Facts About Michael Guymon

Eleven years ago today my Mom, my brother Ethan, and I gathered around my Mom’s bed to say a prayer before we left for school. When the prayer was over the phone rang, and my Mom answered to hear that my father had rejected the machine that was helping him breath and had suffered a heart attack but they were able to revive him and asked that she come to the hospital. My mom hung up the phone and gave us the news, and asked if we wanted to go with her or go ahead and go to school. I had made up my mind a few weeks earlier that I wanted to have only memories of my father awake and alive. So I chose to go to school and Ethan chose to go with my mom.

My last memory of my father was right after I got back from a trip to Utah to visit my brother. While I was gone, my dad began having more trouble breathing on his own and had to return to the hospital. When I arrived he was awake and in good spirits, I stood beside his bed staring at him laying in an uncomfortable bed in a crowded room with nothing but a small white curtain to provide him with some privacy. His face was covered with a plastic oxygen mask, to which I said something to the sound of, “I’m surprised they were able to get one of those masks custom made to fit over your BIG nose.”

And we all stood around and laughed. Shortly after that we had to leave, and my father told me not to worry about him, and that he would be fine. He said he was feeling better, and doing better. He gave me a hug to which if I concentrate I can still feel to this day, and told me that he loved me and took hold of my hand and stared me in my eye and told me how happy he was to see me, and how happy he was that I came to visit him. The very next day he took a turn for the worse and had to be forced into a coma and placed on a machine which breathed for him.

By the time I got to my second class of the day, which was Art class, I walked through the door and placed my back pack down on my desk and pulled my chair out and was about to sit down when a lady came over to me and said I needed to go with her. We walked back through the door to the bright sunlight and when the door shut on the other side stood John Durnford (who was my bishop at the time) who started out by saying, “Shane, I’m sorry but…” and I knew exactly what had happened. Before I left for school my mother told me she would call and let me know if anything else happened….

In memory of that day here are 11 Random Facts & Memories About My Father, Michael Guymon

1.) My father tried hard to stop drinking caffeine, but he had difficulty giving up Cherry Coke, which he drank in the form of a fountain drink in a black Texaco cup on a daily basis. He began referring to Cherry Coke as "Cherry Water", because throughout his campaign to stop drinking caffeine he also tried his hardest to rally the rest of us to join him. So when he saw me drinking a coke, or worse yet a Mountain Dew, he would give me a hard time. I would then ask, “What are you drinking?” and he would say, “Oh this… This is just cherry water.”

2.) My dad was obsessed about us leaving lights on in the house. He was constantly circling the house turning off lights we left on and he would say, “If I had a nickel for every light you guys left on…”

3.) Almost every night you could find my dad roaming the house in his underwear and a flash light making his way to the air conditioner to make sure it was set to 80 degrees. Anytime it wasn’t we would ALL have to hear about it the following morning. If you happened to be sleeping on the couch while he was on his way he would lean over and shine the flash light directly in your face asking, “Who is that… Oh it’s you Shane!”

4.) My dad was VERY cold natured one of the reasons he chose to hang his hat in south Texas. So year round he would wear a jacket, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat.

5.) He refused to turn on the air conditioner in the car because he firmly believed that the air conditioner didn’t function until the car was moving at a speed of 60 mph or higher. Boy was that fun when the entire family (8) piled into our Ford van for a trip in the middle of the Texas summer.

6.) Similar to Batman my dad wore what we all referred to as his “Utility Belt” which held just about anything and everything a normal person would NEVER need. Some of the items were a pocket knife, glasses, pens, keys, and who knows what else.

7.) Despite Michael Jordan’s greatness next to his brother Jimmy, Jerry West remained the greatest player to ever throw a leather ball through a round metal rim.

8.) My first job was my dad paying me 2 cents a minute to tickle his head. It is looking like I might have to do that to finally get someone other than my Mom to tickle my back or head (thanks to Heather deceiving).

9.) Often times I had to make my dad a bowl of ice cream. The problem was my dad was very picky about his ice cream, and sometimes it would take me 3 or four times to get it right. He loved Bluebell chocolate ice cream covered in a lake of Hershey’s chocolate syrup. However the ice cream had to be somewhat melted as well. So I would scoop the ice cream out, then pour chocolate syrup over it and carry it over to him to find out if I had enough chocolate syrup or not, and to see if the ice cream was melted enough.


You also HAD to scoop the ice cream with an actual ice cream scooper. So he would investigate the ice cream to make sure you used an ice cream scooper or not. This never made sense to me, because he also prefered it to be a bit melted before giving it to him. So I constantly would give him a hard time say, “How would you even know or be able to tell.” Then he always responded by saying, “It taste different.”

Some times I wasn’t able to find the ONE ice cream scooper we had in the house, so I would have to use a spoon. On those occasions I used to wait until he was half way done eating then ask him how good it was. When he would tell me it was perfect I’d say, “Well that’s good because I used a spoon instead of an ice cream scooper.” Then he’d say, “I knew it didn’t taste right, I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

10.) He had a recurring nightmare that he once shared with us, that he would be playing basketball and standing at the free throw line in the middle of a game with tons of fans in the crowd. He would throw the ball as hard as he could towards the basket and it would barely reach the dotted line in the middle of the paint.

11.) My dad was a very quiet guy. He mostly kept to himself. For example, when we would eat out as a family as soon as he was finished with his food he would head straight to the car to wait for us. Even at home, whenever we ate together as a family as soon as he was finished with his food, he would head straight back to his room, regardless if it was just the family, or if company was over eating with us. If we went to a wedding reception or other get together you could always find my dad sitting all alone in the corner out of site.