Hello and welcome to a brand new week. According to the calendar, as I write this, it is Monday. But, sometimes calendars are tricky. For example, on the Channel Nine Weather Calendar, yesterday, May 7, was Mother's Day. If you are one of those that used the calendar to remember Mom...we're sorry but, just think, now it appears you were so eager to give Mom her card and gift you just couldn't wait another week! I'm sure that next year, the Weather Team will take the responsibility for listing holidays away from me, but, they really should have known better since I started by listing my birthday on the 21st of every month. They caught that. There's much more to say about Mother's day later this week, but today let's consider being wrong. To err is human, to forgive, divine...and, as a weatherman, I often need lots of divine-ing.

One viewer, letting me know about the calendar error, said, with a smile: "Well, you guys have trouble with numbers all the time!" The old joke is the best thing about being a weatherperson is you can be wrong 90% of the time and still get paid. I have been married a long time. I have four children. Three of them are teenagers. Around the house, I would be delighted to be considered right 10% of the time so being considered wrong 90% at work doesn't really hurt so much. Early on in my checkered weather career, I got a call on a Thursday from an anxious Father of the Bride asking about the weather on the upcoming Saturday. The ceremony was outdoors and, in Wisconsin...which means, even in June, you can't completely rule out snow. Over the years, I've learned to hedge my bets with the best of them. Even at the grocery store when folks ask "How are you?" I will respond, "Well, so far so good...we'll see what happens later...not entirely sure which way things are headed...okay, I guess....maybe." By that time, the other person has gone onto the cereal aisle having somehow been reminded by this encounter that they need frosted flakes at home. Back to the wedding plans...instead of being careful...I plunged right in: "It will be beautiful. Sunny and mild." I was young. My style was that dangerous combination of over-confidence and incompetence. I think the Greeks called it "hubris e' stupido."

You guessed it...Mother Nature didn't just toss a curve...it was an intentional bean-ball and I would've charged the mound except I've seen enough margarine commercials to know that is a bad idea. It was cold and rainy. Some folks actually claimed they saw a snowflake or two. I got a call from that same Dad. This being a family-friendly blog, I can't relate exactly what he said but it was rough...made me question that old "Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me" adage. I was in emotional and mental traction for weeks. Still, it was worse for that family and I've never forgotten it.

Saturday we went to Silver Dollar City and it poured! Buckets of rain all day. As I stood under an awning with my wife and littlest kids, a man walked by...stopped and stared at me..."Well, I feel better now seeing the weatherman getting drenched. Thanks." Anytime!

By the way, coming up on Saturday, when the weather will be absolutely perfect, is the 5K Truman Run at 8:00 a.m. to benefit the children with special needs at Sunshine Center. More to say on this later this week, but you can get information now at 816-833-2088.

Also, we're expecting off and on showers today and some storms on Tuesday...I think its Tuesday...I better check the calendar.