A rad guitar player

The first knowledge I had of Darrell was known as a "rad guitar player." My friend Christian kept telling me that I needed to meet this "rad guitar player" named Darrell. Well...Christian didn't tell me that he was the tall dark and handsome love of my life! :)

Here's the story of Darrell's latest guitar. Every year on December 26th Darrell gets this sudden urge that he NEEDS to buy something immediately. (It probably is sparked from some of the money that he receives from Christmas.) On Dec 26, 2006 he decided that he HAD to have an acoustic guitar. I thought it was a worthy thing to need/want since it makes him happy to play the guitar and at least he's not playing video games or watching movies all day! :)

He devised a plan on how to get the guitar that he always wanted. First he sold one of his electric guitars and a few other things. Then he was going to take on a 2nd job just to pay for the guitar, and quit after he had acquired enough money to pay for it. He didn't want to use any money that we usually earn; he wanted to "work" for his guitar. Cute, huh? Well cute that is...he got his first "uniform" job working graveyards at Smith's grocery store. He got on his uniform and realized that this was the first uniform that he's ever worn, so I took a picture:

That job lasted one night. He worked at his day job (Datamark) on Friday, came home for an hour then went to Smith's. He worked all night long, then came home and crashed all Saturday morning. It was hard to work two 8-hour jobs, so he quit Smith's.

Then he found another job working a couple hours in the evening at Circuit City. He worked there for about two weeks, things were going well, but then our world changed (for the better.) The stake re-aligned the ward boundaries and Forest Dale ward was merged with Lincoln ward, plus we needed to move buildings. Darrell (1st counselor in the bishopric) felt the weight of this change, and realized that he needed to quit the 2nd job to help our new ward transition. He summed the money that he had already earned and realized that he could buy a nice acoustic guitar, just not the "one that he's always wanted." He quit Circuit City, bought a Taylor Big Baby acoustic guitar, and helped settle our ward.

I love him for all that he is. Before I ever knew him as a plumber, personal chef, friend, mechanic, husband, father, electrician, bread winner, painter, gardener, landscaper, carpenter, spider killer, computer technician, builder, maid, tile layer, furniture mover, chauffeur, counselor, and genius, he was first a "rad guitar player."

To hear one of his songs that he composed and also played go to this link:
http://www.garageband.com/song?|pe1|S8LTM0LdsaSjZFCyYWA