Jul 152014

its been a long time… the longest ever between posts i think. i am good…no major problems, just really busy.

the last weekend in June Coach & i headed out on vacation. (i will post some photos and the like later…i am sitting in the docs office typing on my i-hal…oops, i mean my i-pad)

First stop was Coach’s high school reunion -the 40th…eek! it was fun for him to see those people he was young with and i enjoyed meeting them…and the people watching was great!

second stop was a visit with Coach’s Aunt Ruth. we always love spending time with her. she has a really neat cement pond on her back porch….i’m guessing its about 8 ft x 12 ft….and full of the beautiful koi fish. i could sit out there for hours watching them.

third stop was back home with the family. we spent 6 days with my daughter’s family. so much fun! those grand-girls are a blast! and they are growing up too fast… the twins will be 9 soon, and the baby will be 5!

Dad is doing incredibly well. this time last year we were celebrating his post-op recovery and getting our minds wrapped around chemotherapy…. this year, he is cancer free…his hair is back, his weight is back, his color is good. and his mind-set is very good. Dad is back. he is an incredible fighter and has such strength!

my daughter is my best friend… we have such a strong bond…it amazes me. i miss them all dearly when we are apart. its typically 6 months between visits. thats a loooonnnggg time!

Coach & I returned home on the 6th of this month. and boy it was great to get home to our bed and the quiet routine of old folks LOL

i have managed the MS pretty well so the big trip didn’t kick my ass. there is a bit of recovery but not nearly as severe as in the past.

we are both back at work these days. Coach is gearing up for football season…time flies! i am working on preparedness things – research, plans, training, drills….same-o same-o

Jun 112014

wheels turningHaving a little person spew from my body after I grew her is the stuff of miracles. When I think back on it, I’m awed. When I look at her now, and the little people she grew and spewed forth… well, it doesn’t seem hardly real but more surreal and impossible. Who would’ve ever thought my existence would ripple into what it has? Surely not me. Not the wallflower that always felt less than. That little person looked at me with the magic of pureness – the kind of pureness that lasts only those first few moments of life. As soon as the little people are taken from the room, the pureness fades. The light and aromas and chatter of the world assault them and instantly begin leeching the pureness away. Thus begins the journey of raising the little person and the forever challenge of trying to get that pureness back.

There are few things in life that have such a huge impact on a person…the family…the community… the world. The ripple of a child being born is far-reaching and lasts forever. Each of us is a ripple. Even if we don’t realize our contributions (positive and/or negative), they are there. Someone out there is or will feel the impact of our existence – choices – action – inaction. Isn’t that incredible?

But what is more incredible are the things happening all around us everyday. The bad stuff. The stuff that is completely preventable. The problem lies in the family, more specifically parents… or the responsible adults raising, caring for, and teaching a little person what is important… what is right and wrong… what it means to feel empathy and compassion. Those lessons are lacking anymore. The responsible adults are not available, interested, or maybe just too self-involved to help mold, shape, teach a little person the important stuff.

These lessons are not the responsibility of a school system or a church or a community. Sure, those entities should support and teach as well… but the primary obligation lies with the  responsible adult who created the little person.

I think the one thing that confuses me more than any other …. how can a woman grown a child inside her body – her body, soul, life nurturing the little person…how can a woman feel the life moving and becoming…how can that woman experience those things and then essentially turn her back on the little person? I completely understand some women don’t want to be moms or aren’t cut out for it – adoption is a wonderful thing! What I don’t understand are the moms that tell the world how excited they are to be a mom, how much they love the little person, how the little person is their whole reason for living… and as soon as the last sentiment is spoken the same woman turns her back on her creation because of some other self-important/involved thing.

This makes no sense to me.

Committing evil is not a viable solution to a problem. You don’t get your way so you hurt/maim/kill another person… unacceptable. But it’s what kids these days do. And the cycle continues. And it seems like no one wants to admit what the problem is. Easier to blame TV, movies, video games, gun laws…. whatever.

Be responsible – pay attention to the little person – teach morals and ethics – lead by example.

That’s the only way to turn this shit around.

Jun 072014

Remember the sack lunch? Brown paper sacks for those of us who had no lunch box with a thermos. We had brown bag lunches. Our cold drinks wrapped in layers of aluminum foil in an effort to keep them at least a little cooler than the outside air… and if you had some, newspaper under the foil really helped.

This afternoon there was a football fundraiser at Coach’s school. They sold hamburgers with a side of chips and a peppermint. My gawd those were some good burgers!!



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