That One Particular Harbor

Seagul You Fly & The Beat Goes On

2010-03-04T17:41:00.000-08:00

I know, I know, I have bloggy absent for some time. I have been in all the places about and more with 48hrs a week mixed in at home with my beloved family. Yes you read it correctly I get 48 hours a week with my kids and my wife. It has been this way for roughly 6 1/2 months. Update we are moving to Utah- hopefully soon. I love my new job even despite the brutal commute, but as I tell Alayna who will be 10 this summer, it is not our permanent reality.

What is a permanent reality is that while I have been traveling and ensuring that my family has a roof over their head, food on the table and rebuilding my IED destroyed financial dream, Alayna & Jordan have been growing up without my eyes vs. before my eyes. I came home a few weeks ago to find that Alayna had stripped her princess stuff off her walls and put up Carrie Underwood posters. ( could be worse, way worse.At least C. underwood is easy on the eyes and a great voice to boot) But the real kicker was when I went to do my laundry so I had clothes to repack in 24hrs. I walk into the laundry room and placed upon a towel on top of the dryer is a set of very small looking tank tops. I thought someone had shrunk my sons tank tops.. Nooooo.

Me-"Honey, what are these items on the dryer?"

Wife- " Laughing, Oh those are Alayna's new training bras."

Me- " Say What? When? What the? How? Come on.. Really?"

Me- " Are we out of scotch?"

SIGH......

So later that night my wife takes the opportunity to say,

"See honey,look, she is growing up."

I look over not thinking, only to catch a glimpse of my young daughters new found maturity. Now I know this happens to all little girls. It is part of life and growing. But what happened to my little girl whom I used to hold like a football close to my heart and rock to sleep? Point being I have missed so much, and these little surprises are just startling to me. A friend of mine Jessica Bern told me that her dad used travel all the time with his job and it did not make her love him any less. In fact I really respected his hard wrok for us.
(Jessica I paraphrased a bit, but I think I got most of it.)

Thanks, the thoughts did make me feel a bit of comfort.

I mean even my little man Jordan has sprouted in height and his so very grown way of expressing himself and speaking to me. I guess it is time to prep my birds and bees approach and speech. Damn, soon they will be asking for the car, extra lunch money or worse to go on a date. ( note to self, buy shotgun shells, wife beater tee-shirts and keep working out.)

I guess this is all inevitable. I just hoped I would be there when it all happened. Big ups to my awesome wife for keeping this crazy band of hooligans in line, homework done, mouths fed, and some sense of normalcy during this interesting time.

Well back to my hotel room and a good workout. Down 22lbs since October. Soon to have my girlish figure back. Maybe I will run into you on my travels. If I do, I need a hug.

Keep On Rock'in In The Free World

Mad World PlayGround Politics Thursday

2010-02-04T12:17:00.000-08:00

So lets do this. We live in a Mad Mad World these days. I am not sure that moon hangs as high as it used to? I do not know if the sun really wants to shine anymore. I just don't know. Do you? I do know the rain is not going to wash away our countries troubles and to hide behind any ill accepted idea that our government is going to be able to fix this is foolhardy at best. Our happiness is not a map that lands on our door step each morning. It is our personal choice.

With this said,Our faces are a map of the world, our world. I think we all need to make a concerted effort and attempt to resurrect our mad worlds from this cess pool of a bovine balderdash economy and find a ray of hope, a new garden path or new personal plan to boldly move forward with on our own as neighborhoods and communities. Pay it forward no matter how small the action. Smile at someone when you may not have. Choose to be happy even if you feel frustrated and helpless. I promise you it will pay your psyche back in spades. God Bless you all.

I had the opportunity to spend lunch and recess with my 6yr old son today. What a cathartic and insightful time. The politics of the playground came shining through. Much like our adult world the playground has politics and a pecking order. Sad yes, but true. I took the chance to teach 20 boys how to throw a football properly ( they may never get that at home ). Sad but true. I chose to make sure that each kid got the chance to throw and feel for even a small moment like they were the star. After 30 minutes of this the mood and attitude of the alpha boys changed for the better. Maybe just because I was there, but they began to share with the smaller kids and cheer them on. If only for a small window of time it felt as though the tables were set evenly. I tried to impress upon these young lads that each of them had skills and by sharing they could become better individually and help their classmates become better. Without knowing the teacher had watched me paint this picture, she approached me after the bell rang and gave me a hug and told me how beautiful it was to see the kids get it and actually play together rather than the old traditional playground politics. The resounding lesson is that it only takes a few minutes to stop our crazy mad fast paced lives and teach a child. Their smiles as they feel the new confidence and success are such a great thank you. Pay it forward...

Keep On Rockin In The Free World

To the Asian individual who keeps posting their inappropriate non response comments. If our paths ever cross physically, I hope you can run fast.

2009-12-19T19:46:00.000-08:00

I am so damned mad about this idiot who keeps posting her naked Asian website info within my honest and heartfelt, well thought out posts I do not know what to do. I feel helpless. I tracked down her site only to get an eye full of gross Asian kinky porn that no one should be subjected to and 70 billion pop ups and weird computer responses, so I shut down before my computer got fried.. I have tried to block her, sent a message asking kindly to cease and desist from this on my site, all to avail. I don't know what to do. Please help before I make CNN headline news. If anyone has any ideas please pass them on. I am not sure if I move to Wordpress or what? All I can say is, if I run into this person it would not end well for them after they have disrespected me, my work and those whom I have written about. Message to the perp: Your nasty, unforgivable sexual acts being posted in a chickenshit, non response manner on my blog disrespecting my friends is not acceptable at any level. God Bless your soul should our paths ever cross you foolish, foolish ass hat.

AAAUURGH !!!!!!

I Am Woman , Hear Me Roar..!!

2009-11-13T19:35:00.000-08:00

Yes this is a re-post. But it carries enough importance that I want to share it again.

I look out my office window and the rain is coming down in its traditional torrential Oregon fashion for November. These long wintry days can drag a person down to be sure, but today I am completely and utterly overjoyed and happy. You see, I just got off the phone with my brother from another mother. This long awaited conversation is one that to be completely transparent I did not know I would ever have. Break out the tissues because in the following muse we are going to take a walk of life.

Today's call started back on another cold wintry day last March. As is customary, once every few weeks, I take a moment to call my dear friend Skip (who is my friend & brother and was my roommate and teammate at Virginia Tech.) to catch up on life and our families. Skip sounded pretty upbeat as is usual for his demeanor, but I could tell even 2,500 miles and at least 8 states away something was wrong.

You see, 7 years ago Skip married a spicy, smokin' hot, southern accented gal named Karen. The first time I met Karen, while visiting Skip in Richmond, I just knew she was the one for my friend. To compliment her beauty she has a fiery spirit & zest for life that is completely infectious. Hopefully you have had the joy of knowing this type of person. Everything about them makes you want to be around them 24-7 because their attitude and approach to life makes you and your life so much more robust. Oh yeah, and she has the most rocking, smoky, sultry voice. She should have her own record, seriously. Most importantly, she is a kind, gentle, loving mother and wife.

One afternoon in February, while snuggling with her 2 year old son Michael, Karen felt a small lump in her breast. Literally, within a few days that small lump had grown into a massive malignant tumor, which required a partial mastectomy. Karen was diagnosed with a rare and extremely aggressive form of breast cancer. She has had multiple rounds of chemotherapy, a full blood transfusion to save her life from a blood infection and is now enduring radiation treatment. The prognosis has been uncertain at best.

When Skip broke this news to me all I could do the rest of the day was fight off the tears that kept welling up in my eyes out of fear and hurt for my friends. I held my wife and would not let go as I told her of the news. I held my kids when they arrived home from school. I know, I am a big baby. But I don't care. I care about people and especially the ones I love and cherish like my family and friends. I committed myself to think that

"damn it, she is a tough, spirited woman and she is going to kick this cancer's ass! She just has to. It's that simple. Little Michael and Skip need her! She completes them. She is not done here. She has so much more to offer this world."

The randomness of life dealing cards like this to good, awesome people has, and always will be, a complete mystery to me.

So to digress, as I stated earlier, I am overjoyed, utterly and completely HAPPY today and with tears to boot! Skip has told me that Karen's doctors seem to feel that she is going to be a survivor. I do not pretend to know or understand all the intricacies of the nightmare Karen and Skip have endured during this 9 months of hell. I do know this-- Karen is one of the strongest galvanizing people I know. I know I am a stronger person because of her strength. She is a testament to the desire to live and fight the good fight with the tenaciousness of a lion. She has inspired me, my family and my parents with her resolve. I hope that God continues to shine down on her. You ROCK girl! We love you.

Fly The I Bought A Half Seat Skies

2009-10-12T18:03:00.000-07:00

So, as most of you know I have been traveling a great deal lately. Well, every week the past 2 months. I usually begin with a commute to Salt Lake City at 6am every Monday morning. Well on this beautiful day I commuted but I commuted in half a plane seat. Yes i would like to thank the airlines for not making the lady who sat in 11E this morning buy E & F. So I got to spend the entire flight with her stinky perfume glossed fat ass & armpit drooling over into my seat. I think my left shoulder which was forced out into the aisle may be dislocated after taking multiple hits from the beverage cart and the flight attendants.

To make it worse the flight attendants kept looking at this bovine creature and did nothing about the situation. Thanks Delta Airlines, maybe I should bill you back for a half a seat? I am usually a very kind and caring person, but when I pay for a seat I want my seat to be mine damnit. I guess I can only pray for my upgrades to come more often. To boot, this thing acted like she did not have a care in the world. As though I just have to deal with her innconviencing me. I do understand we all come in different shapes and sizes, but there has to be something the airlines can do about situations like this.. Or people need to take action themselves to not allow themselves to treat others with this kind of high disrespect. Buy 2 seats fool.

"Keep On Rocking In The free World"

Wordful Wednesday, One Of My Favorite Vaction Spots

2009-09-23T13:32:00.000-07:00

We honeymooned on this jewel of the Caribbean and have gone back now 7 times since. Just looking at this picture I can hear the Kenny Chesney in the background. This is the last villa we rented with 4 of our favorite couples. Oh the memories run deep for us there. The air is warm and relaxation is the only appointment scheduled. Well, maybe a burger at Skinny Legs on the far north end of the island. This place is known as the island of love. I sure do love it and can't wait to go back someday.

No better way to finish off a day of chartered snorkeling in the very close BVI than to stop off at The Willey T and say hello to Zeus and down something cool in the Shotski.

Sunsets like these never get old on St. John USVI in my old blue chair..

Now go check out more wonderful places that Angie's friends are sharing.

Keep On Rockin In The Free World

What time Zone Am I In?

2009-09-11T11:06:00.000-07:00

So, I really am not sure what time zone I am in after the past 4 weeks of my life. As I packed and prepared to embark on my latest trip across the country to visit one of my valued customers my wonderful daughter Alayna packed "Munchie The Travel Monkey" in my bag.

"Please take Munchie Daddy, he will keep you company and keep you safe." This is just one of many reasons I love her. She looks out after me and I look out after her. The following is the results of "Munchie's" great travels.

"Munchie" working hard to return emails and answer customer questions before the flight to Atlanta.

"Munchie" waiting for a red coat agent to tell us we got an upgrade.

"Munchie hanging in his seat, awaiting wheels up to Pittsburgh.
"When do we get the peanuts & drinks?"

"Munchie" chillin in his hotel after a long day of travels.
" Where is my dinner dude? How about a foot massage?"

"Munchie" Meets a Pittsburgh hall of Fame Hero in the Steel city. The Immaculate reception. Time to fly to C-Town.

"Munchie" hangs out and awaits a flight from Cincinnati to Salt lake City inside the Delta widget.

"Munchie" spends time hanging in Dad's office in Ogden.

"Munchie" enjoying his perch on the Salomon Koozie while dad works.

Finally, "Munchie" gets his wings prior to flying home to Portland. Apparently Dad was not a threat and did not meet the terrorist profile, so the pilots allowed "Munchie" to co-pilot. he is awaiting the final paperwork and ready to give his pre departure announcment. To be true, it sounded a bit like Charlie Brown's Mother on the phone.
"Mumble, mumble, Portland. Mumble, mumble fasten seat belts. Mumble, mumble have a nice flight."

Another week of national travel successfully completed. Alayna was correct. "Munchie" did keep me company and did keep me safe. Bless you my sweet girl. Daddy loves you. "Munchie made for a great travel companion.

Make it a Great Weekend Y'all!!!

Keep On Rockin In The Free world.

Planes, Autos & Max Headrum?

2009-09-06T18:46:00.000-07:00

Ok so it has been one month since I began this new and exciting journey. I sit here in the last hour of my flight home after 6 days on the road reflecting on the week’s absolute madness but sheer joy. Much was accomplished in these past days as I and a strong team of our Salomon staff attended multiple pre season ski sales throughout the greater Denver area. A true Labor Day weekend. By all accounts the economy is showing signs of coming back. People were out in full force spending money on big ticket ski items not just window shopping. Either the economy is starting to show signs of coming out of the flat line or people have decided that last year they were miserable and spent and did nothing after getting bum rushed by the fledgling economy and have now decided if they are gong to get screwed by the government, at least this ski season they were going to have a damn good time while doing so. I agree. If you’re going down, go down with a smile and enjoy the ride.

Things seem to be good. I love what I do. That is not hard when what you do is what you love outside of work. So the question is, is it really work if your work is your passions? Kind of like the Cadillac commercial with the beautiful Kate Walsh. “When you turn on your car, does it return he favor?”

The family is doing well. We have been feverishly searching for a new home in Utah. We may have identified a few. The downside is we must sell our beloved home in Portland for a profit to do anything on the other end, which goes against the mindset of the relo folks who think they own our home. SCREEEEEEEECH>>>>>NOT!!!! WE DO!Got it. Unlike the Obama health plan or serving my tax dollars to those jackholes on wall street to pay their bonuses for driving this global economic Hummer into the Grand Canyon, I am not letting anyone shove this down my throat.. Point made.

More updates as I have time. My travel schedule has been Crazy.(I have been reading each of your efforts at night and love your work. Thank you for helping keep me real and sain.) I am off to the east coast at Oh’ dark thirty Tuesday morning to start this next week’s madness. Oh, I swear I saw Max Headrum walking through the Salt Lake Airport. I just could not get my camera out in time. Next time I will catch that elusive creature. God Bless.

Keep On Rockin In The Free World.

Saturday's Funny's

2009-08-29T12:14:00.000-07:00

Ok, So if you like the show Two & A Half Men. These short turbo dating snippets are some very funny stuff. I hope you get a good laugh. Remember laughter is the best medicine.

Turbo Dates: Size Matters

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Life, Love & More Life

2009-08-27T10:54:00.000-07:00

As most of you know I have been on something of a bloggy "walkabout". During this time I have still taken the time to read others posts and once and a while come across a new blog that is just a must read. All I can say is that THE FAT CYCLIST is one awesome blog. I will let you read for yourself. He is so inspirational and real. " Fight Like Susan." LiveStrong.

Keep On Rock'in In The Free World

I Am Back....Well Kind Of.. Sort Of..

2009-08-05T18:33:00.000-07:00

I'm happy to report that I've kicked my black tar heroin addiction (not sure if you were aware of that), was able to buy back my children from that North Korean extremist couple I sold them to a few months ago, I am no longer serving as a donor at the fertilization clinic, and found solace in accepting Jesus' son, Alfred, as my second-in-command personal savior. I figure its good to have a back-up just in case something happens to the big guy. Alfred is like my Goose to JC's Maverick.

The kids are doing well adjusting to their new/old life, although they are a little scarred. Is it odd they insist on sitting under my desk for fear of me leaving them? They also tremble anytime someone asks if they would like noodles.
"No Noodle for you."
Anyway, Colleen divorced me, remarried twice (once to a woman), only to divorce those losers and remarry me again all in the spance of a few short months. We exchanged our vows in smelly rednecks barn because we could roll in the hay. So all in all, its shaping up to be a really good fall. Fingers crossed.

Ok, maybe all that didn't happen. Truth be told, things are really good and I just wanted to say hello and let you know that I am back from my walk about. I have gained much and grown even more over these months. Over the course of the next few months I will inject some of my experiences into the blog.

The burning question most of you may have is; do I have a job? Yes, I was very fortunate to land as the National Accounts Manager for Amer Sports. I will be selling Salomon Ski's, boots, Bindings, Snowboards and clothing as well as Atomic Skis and Suunto watches to Dick's Sporting Goods and The Sports Authority. I will working out the HQ in Ogden, UT. So, we will be relocating to Utah and leaving our home, many friends, and the beautiful Oregon surroundings. We are very sad about that, but a new and exciting journey awaits us. I look forward to embracing the new chapter of my life and making the very best of it all. You guys have a good weekend.

Keep On Rockin In The Free World !!

Keep Summer Fun

2009-07-21T15:41:00.000-07:00

Still on my "Walk About" gathering strength and more, but I read this and felt you all should read this very powerful story about kids swimming this summer. God bless

Keep On Rockin' In The Free World

Monday Madness

2009-06-29T09:56:00.000-07:00

I want you to take a few moments to listen closely to Rep. Michelle Bachmann gives a great explanation on what is going on inside our government. This should make you angry as hell. If not check your pulse , take 3 aspirin and call your soon to be socialized physician in the morning to get a colonoscopy while they still use versed.

"Keep On Rock'in In The Free World" While it is still free..

TT - Even In The Quietest Moments

2009-06-16T08:25:00.000-07:00

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our dark that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people don't feel insecure around you.We are all meant to shine as children do. Its not just in some of us; its in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
Mahatma Gandhi

In the quietest moments our thoughts are most pure and can be harvested and built upon for the greater good. The air this morning was heavy even though it was somewhat chilly. Kind of strange meteorologicaly speaking. I am flying without my editor this fine morning. I only say this as a warning to those who are punctually and grammatically anal. I am a writer not an editor. Kind of like Ed. He was an attorney and owned a bowling alley, two separate things. See I have the whacky mind with all the ideas and can put them into motion. My better half puts dots and commas and pauses and stops in places I never thought to pause or stop.

So this mornings walk was one of pure brilliance. It was so quiet all you could hear was the pure melodious chirping of the early sunrise birds and in a few areas the seeping whistle of water jetting out of the sprinklers. I have always wondered what it would be like to be able to understand what the birds are saying. Are they really singing a happy song? Or are they somewhat more diabolical?

Robin - "Chirp, chirp chirpetty chirp...= Hey look at the fat guy coming our way."
Meadowlark- "Chirp, chirpity, chirpy, chirp...= I See him, at least he is out trying to be healthy you rude fat ass Robin."
Robin - "Yeah F you Meadowlark punk."

I mean you can see my point? Maybe birds aren't always singing a happy song like they teach them in school and on the Disney movies. I don't know. Anyway just one of many observations that come across this crazy mind.

The air held that scent of freshness in its grasp almost as though Mother Nature had actually cleansed it overnight. She left a strong scent of honeysuckle on one block. ( my personal favorite.) Another block the smell of toast and coffee wafted about the morning air. As I pass through each of the various neighborhoods I find that they each seem to have their own neighborhood alarm clock if you will. Some are still quiet and calm. Others are bustling with energy and the frenetic pace of our fast forward society. Cars zooming by. One with ding dong at the wheel barely noticing the guy on the road because she is driving, putting on her eyeliner and speaking on her cell phone all at the same time. Genius!! The sounds of hammers crashing down on wood, the wailing of power saws tearing through plywood and that obnoxious beep, beep , beep of the already blasted loud cement truck as it backs into position. Man those cement guys like to pour early. I guess the gelatinous state of cement must be more workable at 6am when it is cool than later in the day. Go figure. But thanks for the acoustic mind bender. The smell in the air around the construction site is one of raw wood and fresh cigarette smoke.A mixture I do not necessarily care for but it oddly tickles the senses. Yeah because nothing says good morning like a good heater. I guess I will never understand how starting the morning off with molten hot tobacco searing through your mouth and lungs is ever a good thing. Thank God I get to move back into the forest for the later part of my road time today. MMM fresh pine and that stifling quiet noise of the forest. The forest floor filled with ferns and other flora and fona seem to absorb all static sound to a hush.

I find it interesting the amount of information one can download while having an earpiece in one ear blasting tunes from an Ipod play list, and the other ear free to catch all of the worlds rapture as it awakens to a new day. I love my morning ritual. There is such a cathartic peace about this place and practice. God Bless you all, make it a great week.

Please go check out Angie's site for some great reads.

"Keep On Rocking In The Free World"

Things That Made Me Tough

2009-06-10T10:44:00.000-07:00

"Day 10 on my "Walk About". All is well. 6:35 am 55 degrees and rainy. Half way through my morning 5 mile ritual and I get an epiphany. More on that later, promise.As epiphanies go, it was hugely profound and may have changed the direction of my life forever, or at least brought me back to a grounding point.Anyway, as I said more on that later."

Ok, So lets try to stage this for you. For the past 4 months as most of you know I have been unemployed as a former co-worker told me.
"Let's face it you got screwed by some rather incompetent and unscrupulous people."
None the less,that is in the past and I must live in the now. An acquaintance of mine is a life coach. She drew the parallel that the loss of a job after 18yrs is much like the loss of a family member emotionally. You go through 3 very distinct phases,( disbelief, anger, sorrow ),each beholding their own unique challenges and growth opportunities. The hard part is getting through each stage with some sense of clarity so that you can actually see the forest through the trees and grasp the growth or more pointedly "Grasshopper snatch the pebble from the hand."

As I was hiking up one of the many hills that are splattered into my morning walk which I added to my daily workout routine it hit me. The adrenaline rush associated with this moment was indescribably intense. It hit me so hard I thought maybe my former roommate and ex-NFL Offensive Lineman had pulled around the corner and leveled me with a crushing block. ( which did happen once.Thanks Eug.) The rain was pouring down. I was walking at a good clip and I realized this was exactly the types of moments that had made me tough. Doing things that others are not willing to do. In high School the many mornings of running with my Dad at 5am while he and his nut case pals trained for the Ironman. At Virginia Tech Always pushing myself during strength training and to win the mile and a half conditioning run against our overly cocky quarterback. Did I win every time? No, but I won enough that people took notice and so did I, and that is what fueled me for next time. The years of 4:45am wake ups to attend spin class & weight training.

Ok so you are asking why these things are significant? The answer is these are the things that made me tough. I have allowed myself over the past few years to slack off on the workouts whether due to my arthritis, kids, work whatever. Sure family, my health and life are all important, very important. These were the things that identified me. So the epiphany was just that. These are the traits I had adopted that made me who I was and when I allowed them to fade I may have faded a bit with them. I have never been a quitter and especially when we are talking about life. So the in the words of Robert Plant " Hey Hey Momma said the way you move, gonna make you sweat gonna make you groove." Tony is getting his groove back. I do not have a job, but my job or job title has never been what has identified me as a person. Sure I will get a new job someday. Hopefully someday soon.The important things is that through all the disbelief, anger and sorrowful moments I have endured the past 4 months, I have gained a pearl of wisdom in this epiphenomena event. Sometimes in the winds of change, we find true direction.

Off to continue taking back what is rightfully mine. I must harness my toughness, my persona, my life. Just try to take it away again, see how that works out for you Life.

"Keep On Rocking In The Free World"

Hey Hey Moma Said The Way You Move Gonna Make You Sweat , Gonna Make Groove.

2009-06-06T07:32:00.000-07:00

Day 10 on my "Walk About". All is well. 6:35 am 55 degrees and rainy. Half way through my morning 5 mile ritual and I get an epiphany. More on that later, promise.As epiphanies go, it was hugely profound and may have changed the direction of my life forever, or at least brought me back to a grounding point.Anyway, as I said more on that later.

It is Jr's last soccer game of the spring today. I as one of the coaches I feel so grateful to have had 12 families entrust their children to me for a few short hours for 6 Saturday's. I know very little about soccer, but I know a tremendous amount about sports,teamwork,life and their cyclical evolution around each others vortices. So very cool to see these kids grow and add another layer to their onion. Hope to be back after another 40 miles. The breeze is blowing across my face I have to keep moving in my day dream. God Bless.

"Keep On Rockin In The Free World"

Wordful Wednesday- My Walk About

2009-05-27T10:36:00.000-07:00

I really appreciate you loyal readers for your patience. I know I have not been on my "A" game with posting as of late. I think the stress, anxiety and pressure of this jobless thing has been weighing down my creative side. I do apologize. I will get back to it soon I hope. I have to fight to keep a roof over my kids head right now. That is my priority. Thanks for understanding.Prayers accepted.

"We must be willing to get rid of the life we had planned, so as to have the life that is waiting."
During my Walk About I am really trying to do something I spoke about a few weeks ago. Lending yourself to a new process, a higher power. Releasing all that you have ever wished for, wanted, planned for and jumping into the abyss with only your faith in God. Instead of trying to steer your life via the hopeful human Garmin system, allow yourself to float in the sea of uncertainty to realize your fate and new destination in this very wacky time in which we are evolving these days. No Mom, I have not been smoking peyote. God Bless each of you and your families.

Keep On Rockin In The Free World

ATWT - Giro d'italia Craziness.

2009-05-20T20:00:00.000-07:00

So many of you may not know I am big and big into cycling. The Giro d'italia is going on right now. I know who cares?

I do!
This is all about me. So holla.

This guy seems to show up at all the races. Kind of funny. I want to know how he gets those horns on the plane? Hmmmmm. Ride like ya stole it. Please whenever possible support the LiveStrong Foundation.

Wordful Wednesday- Kindergarten Field Trip

2009-05-19T16:02:00.000-07:00

So, last Thursday I got the wonderful opportunity to accompany my son Jordan to his Kindergarten end of the year field trip. We all piled onto the school bus and headed for the vineyard country 35 miles southwest of Portland, Oregon to a little gem called Camp Tilicum. I was the chaperon for my son and one of his school mates. While we were there we made our way around the lake to 5 different activity zones.

1. Rope walk/climbing wall, where the kids got to face their fears of heights and believing in themselves to make it across the rope walk.
2. 3/4 mile hike, which of course turned into a 3/4 mile sprint because the kids knew that the fishing station and lunch were waiting at the end of the trail.
3. Fishing, where Jordan was one of 8 kids who actually caught a fish. He caught two, (plus a salamander) which absolutely made his day so bright.
4. Canoeing around the lake, which was interesting as I tried to paddle and keep 3 eager and inquisitive boys from moving too much so we wouldn't have to go swimming. (56 degree spring run off water would not be my idea of fun.)
5. Finally, we attended an old one room school house for some learning. The kids all sat in the old style school desks for a spelling bee & an energized discussion about beavers. Then, outside on the muddy lawn, they played a game of boys against girls tug-of-war. Needless to say, we had a nice long bus ride ahead in muddy clothes.

For me it was a day to put all my struggles aside and just enjoy and engage those moments in time with my son who is such a special loving little boy. At the end of the day he hugged me and said
"Thanks Dad, for coming with me."
Then he drifted off to sleep against my shoulder on the bus ride home. I sat with tears in my eyes and whispered thankfully back to him.
" No, thank YOU, buddy."

Keep On Rock'in In The Free World

ATWT - Peace, Tranquility & Strength

2009-05-13T13:15:00.000-07:00

A Thousand Word Thursday was based on the simple premise that a picture is worth a thousand words. For me I see peace, tranquility and strength. What does it say to you? Take a moment this week to stop and engage the natural beauty around you. Enjoy the cathartic warmth nature can provide.

In addition you need to check out My Grandmas Of New England Coffee Cake !

Go check out the many fun new bloggers over at The Mom Jen's site. Enjoy.

Keep On Rock'in In The Free World

Wordful Wednesday- My Friend Angie's Brood

2009-05-13T07:25:00.000-07:00

I am not so Wordful this Wednesday. But Please go check out Angie's site for many awesome new options to uncover some great new blogs. Angie has been such a wonderfully supportive, kind friend to me these past few months. Thanks so much Angie. It is like a treasure chest of material. I hope you enjoy.

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TT- Allowing Yourself to let Go.

2009-05-12T06:00:00.000-07:00

"We must be willing to get rid of the life we had planned, so as to have the life that is waiting."
Kind of a strange tribute I know, but today I choose to tribute lending yourself to a new process, a higher power. Releasing all that you have ever wished for, wanted, planned for and jumping into the abyss with only your faith in God. Instead of trying to steer your life via the hopeful human Garmin system, allow yourself to float in the sea of uncertainty to realize your fate and new destination in this very wacky time in which we are evolving these days. No Mom, I have not been smoking peyote. God Bless each of you and your families.

Keep On Rockin' In The Free World

Mindless Monday Madness

2009-05-11T07:52:00.000-07:00

So let's get right down to it. I am a bit late with this post but I had to try to calm down after the phone conversation I just had at 7:38 this morning with said COBRA Administration manager.

Two months ago we get a letter from my favorite former company breaking down our benefits options if we choose to stay on our current medical and dental program. So of course we went out and trolled the open market for health insurance. I won't get into that lovely course of navigation or we will be here all day. Let it be known after the gov. pays 65% of the COBRA costs you are far better off than what the open market yields.

So on Saturday I come home from an awesome morning coaching my son Pele (Jordan's) soccer team to receive a bill from the COBRA folks. I almost had a triple coronary episode when I look and see the line titled
Amount Due: $ fifty billion dollars.
What the?

Thus, prompting this morning's phone call to ensure they got my paperwork and get a new correct amount for the amount due. The nice lady on the line tells me that I have to pay the full COBRA amount and then once they determine that I am eligible for the federal subsidy they will reimburse me the amount I have over paid. So I take a deep breath, push all the piss & vinegar that was trying to spew from my mouth out my ear holes so not to crucify and burn at the stake the messenger on the other end of the phone. I very sternly told her that I could not afford to pay the full COBRA amount of fifty billion, yes, that is with a B. I explained I had a letter stating what is a much more manageable amount I am willing to pay. She tells me again in broken record format:

"Sir, I am sorry, the full amount is what is due and then once we determine you are eligible for the federal subsidy we will reimburse you for the amount you have over paid."
cue the pot boiling over in the meth lab.

I once again bring the boil to a low rolling bubbling in my head and ask:
"Why would you send out a bill before determining that a person is or is not eligible for the federal subsidy? People who do not have a job cannot afford to float your company 65% of fifty billion dollars. My concern is ensuring my children are fed, clothed and have a roof over their heads."

"Sir, I understand but this is how the program works."

To which I reply: "The program is flawed then. I am not paying anyone fifty billion dollars and waiting for them to pay me back. Thank you for nothing."

I waited until the line had been cut to actually say what I wanted to. Fuck you!!!! That is spelled f.u.c.k. capital Y.O.U. This is just a sliver of the bovine balderdash that is wrong with this country when companies try to take advantage of people who our down on their luck to make situations even harder for them. How hard is it to implement a subsidy program that helps people? Sorry Mom, if you are reading this, but you know me and I have met my boiling point.

Fabulous Friday- Happy Mother's Day Y'all

2009-05-08T06:00:00.000-07:00

This one speaks for itself. Here is wishing each of you Mom's and Dom's out there a very Happy Mother's Day. Mom's make the world go round. Much Love to all.

Playing For Change | Song Around The World "Stand By Me" from Concord Music Group on Vimeo.

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ATWT- Oh They Grow So Fast

2009-05-07T06:00:00.000-07:00

Love her to death, but what happened to the little tiny snuggles 8yrs ago? I am investing in wife beater tee shirts, shotgun shells to write the name of the boys who dare ask her out and am going to keep lifting weights. Oh and this little gem.

APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER

NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied
by a complete financial statement, job history, driving record, lineage, and
current certified medical report (including drug tests) from your doctor.
1. NAME _______________________________ DATE OF BIRTH ________________
2. HEIGHT ______________ WEIGHT __________ I.Q _______ G.P.A.____________
3. SOCIAL SECURITY # _____________ DRIVERS LICENSE # __________________
4. BOY SCOUT RANK________________
5. HOME ADDRESS _________________ CITY/STATE ___________ ZIP __________
6. Do you have one MALE and one FEMALE parent?______________________________
If No, EXPLAIN ______________________________________________________
7. Number of years your parents have been married ____
8. Do you own a van? ______ A truck with oversized tires?_____ A waterbed? ____ Do you have an earring, nose ring, belly button ring, or a tattoo?___________
(If "yes" to any of #8, discontinue application and leave premises)
9. In 50 words or less, what does "LATE" mean to you?_________________
______________________________________________________________________
10. In 50 words or less, what does "DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER" mean to you?
_______________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________
11. In 50 words or less, what does "ABSTINENCE" mean to you? ______________________
_______________________________________________________________________
12. Church you attend _____________ How often do you attend ______________________
13. When would be the best time to interview your father, mother and priest/rabbi/minister? ____
14. Answer by filling in the blank: please answer freely. ALL answers are confidential (That
means I won't tell anyone -ever- I promise.)
a) If I were shot, the last place on my body I would want wounded is _______________
b) If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my________________________
c) A woman's place is in the _______________________________________________
d) The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is__________________
e) When I first meet a girl, the first thing I notice about her is_________________
( NOTE: If your answer begins with "T" or "A", discontinue. Leave premises keeping your head low. Running in a serpentine fashion is advised.)
15. What do you want to be IF you grow up? ____________________________________

I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT
TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT,
NATIVE AMERICAN ANT TORTURE, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE,
AND RED HOT POKERS.
________________________________________
Signature (That means sign your name)
Thank you for your interest. Please allow four to six years for
processing. You will be notified in writing if you are approved. Please do
not try to call or write. If you do attempt any communication before your
application is approved, automatic disqualification will result.
If your application is rejected, you will be notified by
two gentlemen wearing white ties and carrying violin cases (You might
want to watch your back).
Do you still want to date my daughter?:
_____ Yes, please accept my application
_____ I um, no, I uh, think I have the wrong house...

Still want to date her? Good luck with that Bucko.

Kepp On Rock'in In The Free World

TT - A Strangers Random Act Of Kindness

2009-05-04T18:06:00.000-07:00

Last Thursday I got off the plane in San Francisco and walked to the exit to find the hotel shuttle. The signage at that airport is more confusing than trying to read the tags on the grocery store spice rack. (Too much info; not enough clear substance.)
So I am standing in an area where I am kind of boxed in on each side. There are no windows, just a tall metal wall on each side of me. What happens next was something that is very hard to capture in words. For the next 5 min of my life I will do my best to explain and paint the events for you to feel them the way I did.

Suddenly I hear:
“Sir”...“Sir”...“Hello, Sir”.
I think to myself, is this voice speaking to me? I peak around the corner to my right and see this little colored lady sitting in an info booth. She motions to me to come over.
“How can I help you? You look lost.”

I explain that I am looking for the hotel shuttle area. She tells me where to go and as I begin to thank her, she makes eye contact with me, and then out of the blue she gently, but with purpose, reaches across the desk and straightens my tie and picks a few small pieces of lint from my suit jacket. Then in that signature way that many of the older colored woman have expressing enthusiasm she says,

“ OOOOh boy, you look nice today. Are you here for an interview?”

I'm kind of taken aback. OK, how would she have any clue I am here for an interview? I quickly reply:

"Yes ma'am, I am." For some reason I cannot explain I say, "I have been out of work for more than 2 months." She smiles, still locking in with eye contact and says,

“Can I hold your right hand?”
I obliged. She then asks me to close my eyes. I do, but keep one ¼ slightly open, not knowing what she is going to do, but not wanting to be disrespectful to what I, in my gut, felt were probably good intentions. What happened next was nothing short of amazing to me. She cupped her hands around mine, closed her eyes and her lips began to move as if she was saying a prayer in a low whisper. As she prayed her hands moved ever so gently in a circular motion around my much larger hand. This was so surreal. I felt like I was in a time warp of such an odd, yet loving, authentic and pure moment of human kindness. It was peaceful, yet so empowering.

“Sir, you can open your eyes,” she said still holding my hand.
I looked into her eyes yearning for understanding and trying to make sense of all this. Without provocation she says,

“I wanted to give you strength and good karma.”

Me, still in this trance like moment reply, "Thank you, thank you very much. I really appreciate that. I do."

She replies with steeled conviction “I know you do dear, I could feel it.” “You have a wonderful day.”
Still looking at her I reply, "Thank you, you do the same."

I turn slowly as though I am in some kind of trance and walk towards the exit again. Now knowing where I am supposed to go and trying to internalize this huge expression of human kindness, my mind is turning over questions at mock speed. She did not know me. No way could she have known I had an interview. She did not have to do what she did. Why me? How did she pick me out of the crowd? All I can say is that she had a profound impact on my day and a resounding impact on my life’s outlook.

I walked back by the same info booth 4 hours later as I returned to fly home. I wanted to thank her again. She was gone. No info pamphlets, nothing. The booth desk was clear and void of everything.

You know, if each of us could find a way to conduct ourselves with such an unselfish, pay it forward manner, our world would be such a kinder, gentler place to reside. I hope you can all find a way to make a difference in someone's life this week. If even just a kind or supportive word, for kind words are the most powerful of all the worlds' riches.

Addendum:
(I told this story to my mom that night upon return. On the other end of the phone I heard sniffles. I asked her what was wrong. She proceeded to tell me that she had a similar experience many years ago after my sister was born and was in PICU. A little old colored nun that she new from the hospital came and asked is she could light a candle for my sister. Then proceeded to hold her hand and let her know my sister would be ok.)

Keep ON Rock'in In The Free World

Mindless Monday Madness

2009-05-03T15:01:00.000-07:00

Ok, I am sorry. There, I said it up front. I have to get this off my chest. I was out browsing a flowers' website to check out Mother's Day flowers and at what they're priced and what I came across was the above bouquet of "Balance and beauty combine to create a graceful bouquet of poise and polish. Cymbidium Orchids in a vivid pink hue lean with ease composing a bouquet of soft simplicity."
Includes 6 stems of pink Cymbidium Orchids and a designer glass vase.

Your purchase includes a complimentary personalized gift message.

Now nothing says Happy Mother's Day like this bouquet for $475.00. Yes, you read it correctly. $475.00 clams my friends. So what you are really telling dear old Mom is "you raised me to be a damned fool with my money because I just bought you 6 pink orchids that will die in 5 days or less for $475.00." That's $79.16 per orchid. Oh and you get the complimentary gift card (shit, I would hope it's complimentary after you drop $475.00 on 6 damned flowers) on which you can leave your loving message:

Happy Mother's Day.
I hope you have a wonderful day.
I have more money than brains, thanks for raising me so well.

Love, your frugal son or daughter.

Sorry Mom. I love you very, very much, but I love you everyday, not just on Mother's Day. As much as I love you I respect the fact that you actually raised me to have a bit more gray matter than to spend almost five bills on some damned flowers. Think of all the things that $475.00 could support in these times. The real humor is that the only reason said flower company has this selection on its website is that dumb asses buy them. Sheesh.

Happy 13th Anniversary to my Lovely wife. Thank you for putting up with me for all those years.

Keep On Rockin'In The Free World

ATWT - The Beautiful Sky

2009-04-29T17:00:00.000-07:00

I took this picture while on the Oregon coast. I love how the sun is fighting to break through the rippled clouds. I found it very appropriate for today as I have been fighting to get a job these past months. I am off today to a very important interview. Please say a prayer for me. Thank you in advance to each of you for your support and kindness.

Thanks The Mom Jen for this platform of sharing.

Keep On Rock'in In The Free World, Peace

WW- Could This Be Where It All started?

2009-04-28T21:40:00.000-07:00

I am not sure, but I am guessing this could not produce anything good. As I have said before, putting lipstick on a pig still makes it a pig. Now we have H1N1 Flu to deal with. What next, the petting zoo goat flu?

DISCLOSURE: This is NOT my child. Just a funny picture I came across.

Keep On Rockin' In The Free World

Tuesday's Tribute- Friends & Acquaintances

2009-04-28T07:40:00.000-07:00

This Tuesday's Tribute I am tributing friends. What do you think a friend is? I know Webster has a definition of a this truly allusive creature:(friend. frend/noun supportive and respected associate. esp. one for whom affection is felt. ally: kind person.)
A very wise and honorable man (my dad, Big R) once told me that during life's hardest trials you will find out who your real, true friends are. In today's terms, it is like separating the men from the boys, if you will. I have had the fortunate and unfortunate opportunity to find out who my friends really are and who my acquaintances are in these past months. Some folks, I must say, have really surprised and disappointed me with taking a back seat as an acquaintance. Others, not so much.

You see, I am a Labrador in a man's clothing. I tell you I am your friend. I am. I do not take friendship lightly. Friendship is a badge of honor and pride for me. I will defend you like family. Come to your aide even if I have no money to offer. I would never leave you to your own devices to flounder in the emotional sea of uncertainty because you grow ill, lose a job, go through a divorce or any of the myriad of unsavory things life can throw at you. No, because you are my friend and I care about you, your family and your well being. I guess you could say I treat friendship with a very mafioso manner. That is just me. It is how I was raised and it is how I will die.

So today I outwardly thank you friends. You know who you are. Those who call from near and far to see how I am, to see if they can help. Those who stop by to say hello and see if there is anything I may need. Maybe take a few moments of their busy day to grab a sandwich or chat over a beer. Those who e-mail support with leads and ideas. Thank you!!!! It means the world to me to know you care and consider me as a friend. I promise I will always do my best to reciprocate the kindness, love and friendship. A reader of mine Amy shared this quote with me. "Friends are the Family you meet along the way."

To my acquaintances, you are always welcome around my campfire because that is who I am. I will still come to your aide in a time of need, because that is who I am. For the record, unemployment is not the Swine virus or any other contractible disease. We are going to survive this very rough patch in our family's time, and rise like the Phoenix to be stronger, better people and friends for the experience.

Keep on Rockin' in The Free World, Peace

Mindless Monday Madness

2009-04-26T19:28:00.000-07:00

Ok, so around here the weather is not exactly what you would call consistent. It is Oregon after all. So the kids had a lot of free time on their hands and after reading books and making forts, they watch way too much TV in my humble, yet authoritative opinion. I got totally sick of hearing the theme music for Zack & Cody ,Hanna Montana, The Wizards of Waverly Place and the loathsome i.carly. I walk into a room with these pieces of bovine balderdash shows on and the kids are in some sort of "Lucky Charms" high trance that cannot be broken. At least they are not trying to smoke Smarties like we saw on CNN the other night. Do Smarties show up on a drug test? I had had enough of this insanity. I told them they had to first turn off the boob tube and second, come up with a new creative jingle.
This shouldn't be hard with all the damned TV they had watched. I guess in the end
you could say 'careful what you wish for' from two highly intelligent youngsters. The following is what they created. WOW. I am off to blaze some Smarties.

"800 5 8 8 2 300 Empire...Today! Ding! Eat fresh! Men, men, men, men manly men, hoo hoo hoo ooo hoo ooo hooo...It's not too late to sleep like a..Baby come back, you can blame it all on me...Mattress World! Every kiss begins with Kay! Ding!!

You have to sing the entire thing to get the effect.

Alayna got to get her ears pierced for accomplishing an exceeding in her state reading and math testing. A 205 was meeting the state standard. She scored a 223. She is growing up so fast in so many ways. I have my box of shotgun shells already. Each potential date will get his own shell with his name on it during our little chat prior to allowing my daughter to leave my home with him. (more on that another day) Make it a great week.

Keep On Rockin' In The Free World - Peace

Something To Think About

2009-04-24T07:34:00.000-07:00

I don't care who you are or what you believe in, this is funny.

Gun Control
Barack Obama at a recent rural elementary school assembly in East Texas, asked the audience for total quiet.

Then, in the silence, he started to slowly clap his hands once every few seconds, holding the audience in total silence.

Then he said into the microphone, 'Children, every time I clap my hands together, a child in America dies from gun violence.'

Then, little Richard Earl, with a proud East Texas drawl, pierced the quiet and said: ''Well, dumbass, stop clapping!

All I am going to say is please remember that guns do not kill people. People kill people. Preserve our right to bear arms.

Keep On Rock'in The Free World, Peace.

Wordful Wednesday - The simple, yet over looked stuff

2009-04-21T20:05:00.000-07:00

So as I was thinking about what to bring to this week's Wordful Wednesday Picnic . I had a huge epiphany. I have had a really rough last few days, hell for that matter, a really rough last few months after being laid off. I do not pretend to understand how people choose who to lay off. Nope, my 08 numbers were all in double digit increases and had very profitable business booked for this 2009. Then, out of nowhere, after being told an hour earlier I was safe, the carpet was ripped out from under my feet. I was told by a friend I was not an ass kisser, thus, I was a threat. Well sure, I am a man who respects his accomplishments and that of others. Why would I kiss anyone's ass other than my wife's? I am sorry... let's be real if we can. If you are an invertebrate and have to lower yourself to cowl down and "kiss the ass" of someone else to be employed or please your boss, there are two very fundamental problems that will always haunt you in life.

1. You have no pride in yourself. NONE !!
2. You will always be kissing someone's ass. Pucker up buttercup.. Invest in some bag balm.

Come on. If you need to succumb to kissing up to someone with a gigantic ego and probably a size 4 shoe, you need serious help.

As a former athlete you learn to respect those with who you work and play, but to fear no one. In business in the U.S. the reality is you either learn to kiss ass of those above you no matter how fucking incompetent they may be or how much fecal matter they may have on their lips, or face lay off or dismissal. Be honest with yourself. If you are working, you could not look yourself in the mirror and tell me what I say is not the absolute truth. The system is so fatally flawed. It is what is at the root of the country's current financial and corporate collapse. As with animals, the strong should lead the pack, not the meek yet threatening.

I believe we need to start a grass roots effort to stop this long standing business practice. People need to take a stand for their personal pride, their hard work and ensure that their daily efforts are recognized and not minimalized, not sent to the unemployment line. Hold managers accountable for annual reviews that create value for the companies for which they work and not just use them as a pass off tool. Use them to help better the employees so to thus, better the company. Hello. Gut check HR departments. If they cannot perform this function, then they should lose their jobs or be demoted. Enough of the Golden Parachute days. Earn it, don't whore it out through selling out to the next manager you have to which you have to report. Managers need to manage. When I say that I mean really manage. Which, if we must go back to business 101 means actually "Coaching employees", not just giving the new tag line of:

"I expect you to run your area like it is your business."

For me this is a fine approach , as I have been on my own island on the west coast for 18 yrs serving dutifully and making business happen, year after year. However this canned management approach may sound great to some, but to those who want to learn, want to move up and want to actually be in your shoes and show how to be a manager and a leader it is a punk ass way out of doing your job. Much like raising great kids, get involved in the daily activities of the individual so to ensure you leave the world with a more desired product. Not just an obligatory, "Yeah, I was a manager or a father and it just didn't work, I e-mailed it in." If you choose that path .. First - good luck>> and second, please invest in chapstick and bag balm... ENJOY.

I say all this because I have always been, as I am with my family and friends, as loyal as a Labrador in a man's clothing to every company for which I have worked. My son came to me tonight on his way to bed and asked the following:

Son- "Dad? Do you know how much I love you?"

Me- "How Much?"

Son- "I love you more than the universe." Followed by a big hug.

That is all that matters to me. The love of my kids. Take the many awards I have earned in life away- who cares? My kids love me. I love them.

I simply want to have a job to continue to provide for them.

It is easier to please the world than it is to please myself.

Thanks so much to my friend Angie for the Wordful Wednesday Platform.

God Bless & Keep On Rockin In The Free World, Peace.

Tuesday's Tribute - Ridiculous Retail & A Heavy Heart

2009-04-20T19:56:00.000-07:00

So it is with a heavy heart that I present my first ever Tuesday's Tribute without my brother and friend. Senor' Jay & the beloved, wonderful Deb. I know all is in good hands with Angie to be sure, as she is amazing. I just had to give a shout out to Jay as he heads to the basement to recharge his bloggy batteries to hopefully make an epic crushing come back very soon. Like the Phoenix he will rise from the ashes to be better than ever.

Now to some short but very ridiculous retail tribute. I go to a local national hardware store to buy a few small yard beautification products. Bark and river rocks. I am loading the 50lb bags of bark onto my push cart when I am approached by said sales person.

Me- "Hello, how are you this fine morning?"

Sales idiot- "Uh, ok."

Silence........

Sales idiot- "Uh, like can I answer any questions?"

I literally looked him in the eyes with the disbelief of the world written all over my face and replied.

Me- "You're serious? I mean, it is only bark; shredded wood right? Do YOU have any questions?"

Sales idiot- "Uh, good point.."

Me- "Have a great day, dude."

Sales idiot- "mumble, mumble.."

I think I heard him say something as he slothed away about how he wished he had done a better job of waking and baking before coming to work. Not sure, but the possible translation was there. Oh my.

Cue Yackety Sax

Keep On Rockin' in The Free World. Peace

Mindless Monday Madness

2009-04-17T08:40:00.000-07:00

OK, I DO NOT usually participate in these MEME things. Just not my thing. But today, as I kick off Mindless Monday Madness (Monday always seem to be a day where folks stand around the water cooler sharing tales of their weekend or something.) I am handing the keys of this vehicle over to my lovely wife. Honey, please be gentle. Thanks Jill Jill Bo Bill for prompting this platform. I hope you enjoy. I am going for a walk now. Have a wonderful week.

My husband, hmmmm. What can I say? This is a great opportunity to thank you for taking the time to read his blog, which he so thoroughly enjoys putting together each and every day. He loves to write and share his thoughts and feelings on life and every day goings on. He's a wonderful, mad man and I love him so. Thanks again for reading. Enjoy!

1. What is something your husband always says to you? "I love you."

2. What makes your husband happy? Knowing that he's done something good for someone else.

3. What makes your husband sad? Knowing that someone, whether a friend or family member has been hurt physically, mentally or emotionally.

4. What was your husband like as a teen? I didn't know him as a teen but have heard he was a star athlete (played varsity football as a Freshman).

5. How old is your husband ? 41

6. How tall is your husband ? 6'

7. What is his favorite thing to do? Spending time with his precious children first of all, but also tending to the yard (has to be impeccable), golf, going to the beach, cycling, camping and sex.

8. What does your hubby do when you're not around? Wishes that I WAS around.

9. If your husband becomes famous, what will it be for? His consistency at making his car the most meticulously shiny and clean in the neighborhood.

10. What is your husband really good at? Cooking, making people laugh, being extremely organized and taking really good care of me. ;)

11. What is your husband not really good at? Laundry and not having a lot of patience (we're still working on that).

12. What does your husband do for a job? He doesn't have one right now, thanks to our economy.

13. What is your husbands favorite food? My home cooked lasagna and Sashimi.

14. What makes you proud of your husband? That he's such a hard worker and strives to do the best for his family.

15. If your husband were a cartoon character, who would he be? Yogi Bear (kind, gentle and always shares his picnic basket).

Keep On Rockin' In The Free World - Peace

Are You Kidding Me? Really? Yo Ho Ho & A 50 Caliber Sniper Rifle.

2009-04-16T17:28:00.000-07:00

So as most of you who have not been living under a rock somewhere know, we have pirates on the high seas again. Yes, your ears did not fail you. Pirates. Somali, that is. Scooting across the waters in what looks like large bath tubs held together by duct tape, tarps and chewing gum. This, providing a mounting concern worldwide over how to end the escalating attacks off the Horn of Africa against huge cargo ships. So we have the old Hummer vs. Kia. Who should win? Screeeeeech.......

Hold the hell up. These are punks from a war torn country in boats that are 1/40th the size of the cargo freighters they are over taking. I have a problem with this. Come on shipping companies, why not pay Blackwater to protect your ships rather than pay some exorbitant ransom? To allow this to even become a worldwide issue is just not acceptable. Hell, the Frenchies should be able to handle this and that is saying something about the wine swilling ostriches we have saved twice in major world conflict. No kidding. MSNBC actually had the title to their story "France is fighting back". I laughed my ass off when I read that. France fight? Come on, over what? Who gets the first round of escargot? I thought the only things France was trying to crush were Lance Armstrong and a magnum of Merlot. I had to laugh when a Somali official (is there such a thing? There has been no true governmental order over there for 20+ yrs) stated today that if the U.S. gave them money they could attack the problem and get resolution. Hmm. Yeah and his close pal has $28M he wants me to help him move out of his country into my bank account because I have a distant relative that has passed away and left this money to me. (You know the BS scam e-mails you get from Sir Edward Johanson.) Where do we sign up? Kiss our ass.

Anyway, I think the following picture is self explanatory. Somali pirates must be doing meth and drinking too much to start making threats against anyone, and if the world does not just squash this issue and end it we are foolish. For anyone who is not versed in what it takes to make a shot like this here you go. When a sniper takes a shot, there are countless variables to consider before squeezing the trigger --- wind speed, wind direction, range, target movement, mirage, light source, temperature, barometric pressure, humidity and that's just the beginning. Keep making threats Somali's, these fine U.S. men can do this all day long. Bush's Military rocks!!

On a parting note in response to Tax day yesterday. Hey O, "Give Me Liberty, Not Debt."

Keep On Rockin' In The Free World

A Thousand Words Thursday- Never Judge A Book By Its Cover

2009-04-15T17:31:00.000-07:00

I am sure you may have seen this, but I felt the need to share again. If you have not seen it, all I can say is you are in for a true gem of a treat. NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER. Dream. Shoot for the stars, keep your feet on the ground.
To each of you who stopped by today, follow your dreams.

Britains Got Talent 2009 Susan Boyle (Singer) (Hq) - Watch the top videos of the week here

Wordful Wednesday - Learning Japanese

2009-04-14T15:15:00.000-07:00

So Alayna has been learning about Japan in school. She has brought home her latest skill set. These gems are made of paper, any paper but must be a perfect square to begin. Yes, she figured out that even toilet paper is a perfect square. Someone cue the band "The Vapors" old song. You know the song, the one that once you hear it you are screwed all day because it's stuck to the inside of your cerebral cortex like Mom's pot roast and potatoes all day.
I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so

Have a great day.

Tuesday's Tribute - Mailing It In

2009-04-14T08:06:00.000-07:00

So today I tribute that lovely feeling of being totally freezing cold, while all the time sweating like you are running a marathon. The awesome salty flavor that builds on your back teeth just before.. Yeah. Nothing seems to want to stay in your stomach and all you want to do is sleep, but you can't, because you can't keep down your arthritis meds so your joints are screaming the terribly scary "B" movie Halloween scream. Hopefully my 48 hrs are up soon - for the love of God.

A Jay and Deb Production.

Mad * Freaking Mad World Friday

2009-04-09T21:42:00.000-07:00

So let's do this.
We live in a Mad Mad World these days. The pain in our country is raw and palpable. I am not sure that the moon hangs as high as it used to. I do not know if the sun really wants to shine anymore. I just don't know. Do you? I DO know that the rain is not going to wash away our country's troubles and to hide behind any ill accepted idea that our government, in its infinite wisdom, is going to be able to fix this is foolhardy at best. Our happiness is not a map that sits on our door step each morning waiting to show us the way.

With this said, this weekend is Easter, today is Good Friday. Both symbols of resurrection and cleansing of soul and humanity. Our faces are a map of the world, our world. I think we all need to make a concerted effort and attempt to resurrect our mad world from this cesspool of a shitty economy and find a ray of hope, a new garden path or new personal plan, whatever it may be to which we boldly move forward on our own as individuals, families, neighborhoods and communities. Pay it forward no matter how small the action or gift. Smile at someone when you may not have. Pay someone's toll, pay for someone's coffee if you can. Choose to be happy even if you feel painfully frustrated and helpless. Hold onto the American staple of humor. Laughter is the golden ticket, even if you're only laughing at yourself. It always finds a way to lift your spirits. I promise it will pay your psyche back in spades. God bless you all. I wish you a wonderful Easter spring weekend.

Here is one classic to start you off. Thanks to my new friend Jessica

Keep On Rockin' In The Free World

A Thousand Words Thursday

2009-04-08T18:28:00.001-07:00

Kids need clothes & shoes right? Well, I am happy to say my daughter has good taste in fashion. Ed Hardy rocks the edgy side of the clothing world, and she loves it. Great style kiddo. Your awesome grades earned it. Those will rock a killer Easter dress. I am so proud of you.
Love, Dad

Keep on Rockin the Free world

Wordful Wednesday- Am I talking to the wall?

2009-04-08T05:49:00.000-07:00

You know the things I hear when I talk to myself? Yeah, they are the crazy, irreverent at times and sometimes thought provoking ramblings that end up making it on this island of scrawling. Every piece of the written word has a calculated purpose. I take a great deal of pride in what I allow out of this over concussed cerebrum for your eyes to read and hopefully enjoy. I find that I talk to myself a great deal these days. I'm not sure it is actually healthy or maybe it is a good thing. I mean, when you talk to yourself, it is harder to have a dissenting reply like you may get from a normal conversation. Well, until my alter-ego Bob decides to step into the conversation. Then all Hell can break loose. (Note to self, discuss with therapist Bob's current behavior).

There are days when I feel like I am really talking to a wall. You know, like asking your wife a question and you get nothing in response. Nothing. In my mind I think,
" What the hell? Did a properly constructed question not just emanate from my lips in your direction and at a volume in which you could hear and understand what I said? "
If so, then what's with the non responsiveness? You're not pale and pulse-less laying on the ground dead. Freaking respond. Say something, anything. A grunt, like the apes before us to simply acknowledge my presence. The worst is asking the kids what they want for dinner.
"Ok, then you will have brussel sprouts, pea soup and spam sandwiches."
So, I think this translates to everything in our lives. If you read something you like or dislike please take a moment to comment and respond to the penman. Let us all know, we are not just talking to the wall. To those who do leave a quick comment, God bless your considerate soul.

Keep on rocking in the free world, peace out.

Tuesday's Tribute- Yeah that is Freaking Smart

2009-04-06T21:25:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I am going to keep this tribute as short and sweet as possible. (good luck with that, my mind tells me.)

I am sending a resounding tribute out to the guy who can't seem to figure out how the hell to pronounce Pakistan each day. Let me help you (Pack-i-stan) not Pauk-a-staun. Apparently my editor has let me know that this country can be pronounced either way. However, I would rather have this high profile individual worrying about more pressing matters than creating a new cultural pronunciation. See, this is just one of my very deep set worries I have with someone who, 76 days into office, has been given a free pass by the press with no end in sight and has basically spent my kids' and their kids' futures down the Suez canal. But, when I asked a couple of college students the other day what they liked about this man so much that they voted him into office? They replied, "he gives such good speeches."

Whoooo, hold the presses. Really? That is the criteria or standard used to make such a huge decision? Really? Being a good speaker is what we are going to accept as we watch him do his version of the old Eddie Murphy, Beverly Hills Cops banana in the tailpipe rendition to us tax paying citizens? The worst of it is yet to come I am sure, not to alarm any of you who are still caught in the honeymoon bliss of this administration. For those dying to take advantage of next year's zero percent federal "death tax," they may want to kill those plans. President Obama's budget keeps the estate tax at the 2009 level, which means the government gets 45 percent of a dead person's estate valued over $3.5 million dollars or $7 million for a couple.
Republicans argue this tax doesn't just strike the wealthy. (WHAT??)

"It destroys a lot of small businesses and a lot of family farms and ranches in America," said Sen. John Ensign, R-Nev.

"People who aren't wealthy, who may have built up value in land over generations and many family farms find themselves in situations where they've got to sell the farm in order for them to pay the taxes." Yeah, because you can count on 2 things in this country...death and taxes. Now hell, your ass can die and your beloved family can enjoy much grief and more taxes. What a novel and soothing concept. R.I.P.

Can I just say let's give a big round of applause to all you ostriches out there. Thanks for the banana in the tail pipe treatment. I guess it lubed me up for the North Korean nuke we will be getting soon. Oh, but Mrs.O looks so "hot" in those argyle blue dresses. What-evs. Bite me.

Peace out, word to your mother and keep on rocking in the free world.

A Jay and Deb Production.

Pick me Jay, Pick me...

Far Out Friday

2009-04-02T19:45:00.000-07:00

So in support of my new friend EM and her recent post about a type A raising a type B, I had to share this moment of beauty.

A few nights ago, dinner is over, the kitchen is all cleaned with care, dishwasher loaded with the 30 million small plastic cups you get from every kids' pizza house and freaking food joint in town. Small cups for small hands, right? RIGHT....

But we seem to dirty like 20 a day...blah, blah blah...A family can never have enough of those trinkets of marketing trash. So I had asked the kids to try to use one cup for the entire day. Am I asking too much? Unless a bird happens by and shits in the said cup, it should be able to support your daily need for water, milk and maybe some juice. Just rinse and keep using. No?

So I hear the laughter of my 2 ever glowing geniuses from the kitchen. I just know that at 8 & 5 this means something of odd or potentially destructive value is taking place. So I go to investigate.

I round the corner and yes I was correct. They had taken party straws and jammed them into the outlet tube on the refrigerator door water dispenser to drink water.

"Mia Skatulli!! (Greek for little shits - they do not understand Greek yet, so it is my last island of expression that has not been explored by Columbus and his sister.) Why are you doing this?!!"

"We didn't want to use more cups, Dad."

I guess I had it coming, but come on. 8 & 5 and they have learned to tap into a 6ft tall keg of water? What is next? I dare not ask... Oy Vey.. God Bless me please.

Song of the Day: Live--- Lightening Crashes

A Thousand Words Thursday

2009-04-01T22:00:00.000-07:00

As most of you know the premise behind ATWT is, as the CEO of ATWT said,

"Every Thursday I am going to post a picture that is powerful, that expresses emotion, and speaks volumes to me." The Mom Jen

On this Thursday I choose to be thankful as I am everyday for my every growing little man. These photos were taken Nov. 2007 before and after he had a thyroglossal duct cyst removed and then an additional surgery 7 days later to remove some straggling tissue and massive infection. The doctors and staff at the Doernbecker Children's Hospital were awesome. I do not know who was more scared, little man or his mother and me? The "Hugs & Kisses Corner", directly before entering the operating room, was a parental learning curve for which I was ill prepared. That was not in the owners' manual.

I love this little guy with every fiber of my being. I am thankful.

WW April Fools - Really?

2009-04-01T09:49:00.000-07:00

News Flash:
Osama Bin Laden has been caught, the economy is back, home prices are rising at a record rate, companies are on every corner begging people to come to work for them at outrageously high wages never heard of with extra benefits. And I am going to get more than a 5 minute window for a bit of monkey loving with my wife before one of the kids comes knocking on the door.
ME- " Go away, I am teaching your mom some new Taekwondo moves." Blah, blah, blah, whatever.....Save it.

So, let's get this over with. April fools is, well, for fools. There... I said it. And yes, I said it with my "outdoor voice". Yes, when you were 11 and the teacher did the whole,
"Surprise! You have a math test today.... April Fools!"
That was ok. But if you are over the age of 11 and are crafting some lame ass April Fools prank, stop. Don't. It just makes you look more sophomoric than you already are. But have an awesome day. Happy Birthday Angie.

Tuesdays Tribute- Bitchin Amy

2009-03-30T19:46:00.000-07:00

I am keeping it simple. First, thanks to Jay & Deb for the TT platform. I like people who keep it real, who are edgy, who are maybe just a bit off their rocker, because they keep life interesting and bright. There is just something cathartic about the odd, fun folks of the world. As I have stated before, "If you're bored, you're boring." Life is too much of a freak show circus to get all serious. Sit back and allow yourself to enjoy the show.

This gal has become a very supportive friend of mine. She is very creative and fun to follow. She is thought provoking and sarcastic. She provides a life view from a little different latitude. She and her husband share a deep love for the Virgin Islands, as do my wife and I. She is a very loving mother and wife. All I know is that computers work everywhere AmySprite. I am expecting more hilarity from you once you move across the pond to England. Go check out her blog, it will not disappoint. Thanks Amy, you really do rock sister!!!

A Jay and Deb Production.

Just Another Day At The Zoo...

2009-03-28T08:20:00.000-07:00

So it is spring break, and what do kids love more on a budget than spending the day at the Zoo? Who knew that we would also get a sex ed class for our price of admission? OK, so that was in fast forward. We are about half way through the Zoo and stopped to look at the primates. They have little windows for the kids to view the animals (not so different than the store fronts in the red light district of London, but I digress.) So our kids go running up to the somewhat large 3ft by 3ft cave looking window to see the monkeys. Low and behold (yes, he held her low and was beholding) - I was just behind them, the kids that is, but too late. The quarter had been put in the wall and the show was on. Oy Vey, a gentleman and his wife in their 60's just snickered and let out a low chuckle as they listened to me try to herd my young ones away form the public display of well, affection.

So then I came across an article that brought this into focus for me. Did you hear about the recent study which “showed” that male monkeys basically “pay” for sex by grooming the females? Wow! Here all this time I thought we’d evolved from the apes, but it seems they’ve got us beat. Apparently, according to the study, they also spend less time working on any one potential mate if there is an abundant supply of females to choose from. Well of course they do. Who wouldn't? From where I sit, it’s the scientists who are the ones dragging their knuckles on the floor when it comes to understanding the act of mating. The irony is stunning, in that only the un-evolved would think that preening was "transactive" in the way that humans use dinner at a nice restaurant or a little black box from Jared to "score."

With nature being what it is, why would anyone assume first that the touch of another living being translates into an economic equation? Maybe the female enjoys the way it feels to have a male running his fingers through her hair. I for one love having my head rubbed. I am told even plants seem to like it when they are given the opportunity to brush up against each other.

Maybe in the jungle it's the feeling of being groomed that turns a girl on. It sounds to me like the monkeys have figured out how to put a prospect in the mood better than we humans have. Think about it. Given the choice - an exchange in goods and services or being messaged by someone who caresses and lathers you up with wonderful slippery smelly good oils? Gimme a break. You tell me... Which is more likely to get the heart pounding and juices flowing?
Just something to think about.

I hope Monsters vs. Aliens is a bit more gentle to my fragile psyche.

ATWT - Let the sun shine

2009-03-25T20:31:00.000-07:00

To my loyal followers, I apologize for being absent the past few days.I missed Tuesday's Tribute and Wordful Wednesday. I am sorry if I disappointed you. To use a term of one of my radio hosts. I have been in the basement. I have been in what I will describe as simply a personal tornadic psychological event( after 6 wks of non stop efforts to find a new executive job- the lion was cornered with the reality that nothing was happening right now!Those realities came crashing down on me , and I was ill prepared for that.Call me a wimp, punk whatever- I do not care I am tough enough to handle what you have to toss.). Nothing really prepares anyone for major life change.
It is spring break here and I have been trying to do things with the kids like play hoops, crafts and silly movies and other inexpensive things to ensure they have a fun break. Kids say the darnedest things. My little man Jordan, 5 1/2, offered the other day to use his "piggy money" to pay for his movie ticket.

" I just want to help out dad."

Tell me that does not pull at your heart strings? As my friend Deb @ Dirty Sock & Pizza so eloquently expressed in her post yesterday, it can get to you no matter how big and tough you think you are. Props to my friend Jay@Halftime Lessons, he told me a few weeks ago when I was really down.

"Good things happen to good people, I have to believe that, because if it doesn't, I don't know what to believe."

Thanks Jay, that has meant a great deal to know that even far away you care. And what helpful advice and support for so many who are going through this with their families. We had some good luck here today. Colleen, my beautiful and loving wife, who quit her 20 year career as a Delta flight attendant (coffee, tea or me?) 3 yrs ago to be a wonderful stay at home Mom (full time job in itself), has landed a job with my favorite store. I am so proud of her. I mean, the last time she interviewed she was a sexy college sophomore and Delta said -
"Hey hottie with the nice legs and pretty face, want to be a stewardess?"
Well now, still sexy and hot she will be donning an orange smock. Let's hope this is the first of our luck coming back. I Christen Thee with the ever so coveted smock.

Monday Are Always Tough

2009-03-23T12:37:00.001-07:00

Friday Faith - Calling All Angels For My Friend SAM

2009-03-20T02:00:00.000-07:00

You may have read about my friend Sam. He has been very sick at the childrens hospital for the past 5 days. They cannot seem to figure out what is wrong. He has been very dehydrated, can't seem to keep anything in and has extreme pain. I could go into all the medical details but, suffice it to say, it is critical. He could really use as many prayers and as much positive karma as he can get from everyone. He is a very special little guy. May God Bless him that he will have the strength to pull through this very scary and life threatening situation. Please join me in sharing a prayer for him. He and his family really appreciate it. Thanks y'all.

I have a friend and as we like to think a brother named Sam. Sam is a bright , loving, engaging fellow. He is extremely smart, brilliant in his own right. What makes Sam so special is the vibrance his smile brings to every room he enters. From the first time I met Sam he and I made eye contact and without hesitation he smiled his loving infectious smile at me, and ever since, we have been buddies, friends and brothers. Every time our eyes meet when we get together for BBQ's or just drop by to say hello or play in the neighborhood I am greeted with the same smile. My family and I love Sam. Sam was born April 27th, 2005 to Barb & Mark Rizk, our friends who are such loving parents. Sam, however, was born with Down's syndrome, or trisomy 21, a chromosomal disorder caused by the presence of all or part of an extra 21st chromosome. It is named after John Langdon Down, the British doctor who described the syndrome in 1866.

Some refer to this as a disorder, but to meet Sam you would soon find that this is not a disorder but a specialness that defines him. He seems to define himself through love of the world around him, his friends, family and his beloved dog JJ. I sat with Sam on the beach in Oregon this summer and we watched the waves and the birds and smelled the clean ocean air. Without any words, Sam conducts a symphony of life among all things around him. I just know he has an inner brilliance and understanding that none of us will ever realize. An intuitiveness that defies explanation. Sam will aspire to greatness one day and it will be grand pleasure to be there to watch him ascend those heights. To know Sam makes me a better person. To know that I am Sam's friend is an honor and a privilege.

Tony

ATWT - I've Officially Lost My Mind !!

2009-03-19T01:00:00.000-07:00

This day's take: $4.35 and an apple.
"Dad, I told you that damned briefcase would come in handy one day."

If you care to enjoy your own "I've Officially Lost My Mind!!" moment, copy and paste the button to your blog or give it out as a friendly little gift to your slightly or totally deranged bloggy friends...compliments of me.Thanks for making this Harbor one of your stops.

Tuesday's Tribute, Ο καλύτερος φίλος μου και αδελφός του Pete

2009-03-16T17:00:00.000-07:00

Ok... no, I have not lost my mind. (Well, Deb or even my wife may tell you differently and I have come to accept that.) You will find out at the end what the title says.

This Tuesday's Tribute has been a long time coming. I have a rule about writing about someone. I have to have their blessing or ευλογία. Some folks do not like to be in the spotlight or on camera. I respect that. Secondly, as most know I am very selective about the friends I choose to keep. Friendship takes a sincere, lifetime effort. If someone has no desire to reciprocate that effort, except when it is convenient to their liking, then you are a welcome acquaintance around my campfire always but probably not a friend. With that said, let's get this party started.

About 16 years ago I had the honor of meeting Ο καλύτερος φίλος μου και αδελφός του Pete. He was dating a very close friend of mine and she was running a river rafting company out of Jackson Hole, Wyoming. So we set out for the weekend to visit our friend Molly and check out this new guy she was so ecstatic about. I guess I figured she had had way too much high altitude air, was lonely and had just found some trust fund resort nerd. WOW, that assumption could not have been further from the truth, and thankfully so, as this guy has become one of my dearest friends.

He lives life with a highly infectious zest that permeates everything. Just being around him inspires you to want more from your short journey on this planet. He recharges your spirits like a great massage invigorates the body and soul with energy and excitement. If you have never had the chance to meet someone like this I bless that one day you will. One of my favorite things he does is his Greek breakdown of words. Seriously, it is one of my 10 favorite things about Ο καλύτερος φίλος μου και αδελφός του Pete. He loves to break down words by their Greek lineage from which everyone can learn, or to show how freaking smart he is, which he is.

He is one of those people for who life's glass is always half full if not flowing over. He is a tremendous father who gives endlessly of himself to his wonderful wife Molly but also to his beautiful children. In the above picture he is teaching my son how to drive his boat. Literally, he would give the shirt off his back for you if it was the last thing he owned and he knew it would help you live a little bit better. He has always embraced life and my family, for which I will be eternally grateful. For the past 8 summers we have spent a week in August in Sun Valley, Idaho with him and his wonderful family celebrating his Naming Day.

(In Greece, everyone celebrates the "Name Day" of the saint that bears the same name. This usually has no relation to a person's actual birthday except by coincidence.

Greek Name Day and Naming Conventions in Greece
Naming conventions in Greece are still followed quite strictly, with the result that certain names are used for many individuals in a generation. In each generation, the eldest grandson in each family will be named for the grandfather, and the eldest granddaughter will be named for the grandmother. If someone had three children, and they all produce a male grandchild, all three of those cousins will have the same name. To top it all off, all those with the same first name will celebrate the same saint's Name Day.) .

Oh, what fun we have had over the years helping him celebrate this date in his life. This usually means a huge party of 50 people and on one occasion 300 people. We cook full lambs and chickens and his wife and family help in preparing authentic Greek dishes for weeks in advance. MMMMMM Spanakotyropita (also known as spanakopita).Or τυροπιτάκια (pronounced tee-ro-pee-TAHK-yah)

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Now for some time I have coined him as the "Mayor Of Sun Valley". He owns a quaint little burger beer joint called Grumpy's. As well as the Silver Dollar Saloon just down the street in Bellevue, Idaho.

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"Same day Service" is the motto. He has worked tirelessly to build this place into a very successful business. Greatest burgers and special fries sauce for miles in any direction throughout the Sawtooth range. Colleen & I even made his hall of fame.( picture above of us holding the fish).
Last Fall, Ketchum, Idaho lost one of its timeless icons on Main street, Whiskey Jacques, which burned to the ground. Well, my friend "The Mayor" and his mates from all around, honored Whiskey Jacques on New Year's Day with a Main street party like no other. (only in a small town)

Hats and clothes off to you gents. We held a huge family gathering there not a month prior to this tragic news.

I promised, if you waited, I would tell you what Ο καλύτερος φίλος μου και αδελφός του Pete meant. It is "My best friend and brother Pete" in Greek. I love him like a brother, and look forward to many more years of our families building and sharing memories. I wanted to make sure that he knew what an impact he and his family have made on our lives through their kindness, love and unconditional friendship. Pete, you are one of a kind to be sure. You are my friend, for that I am forever grateful ,appreciative and honored. God Bless ya brother. OPA!!!!!

Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.

Friday's Fight.... We Collectively Can Beat This !!!!

2009-03-12T20:30:00.000-07:00

OK, I am stepping away for a few days to try to help my family weather this economic storm. As daunting as my challenge may seem to me, and maybe to others who I am thankful follow me, there are kids out there who face a far more uncertain and overwhelming future. I would ask that if you can, please, please, take a moment to donate to the St. Baldrick's cause. Even if it is only $5. Every dollar counts. Every dollar means a small bit of joy in the face and eyes of a child whom, without your donation, might not get to feel joy or happiness before their struggle ends due to the insidious disease of cancer. In the words of my good friend Jay "Billboard Melon" Cooney.

Cancer Sucks.

And for kids?

Cancer REALLY sucks.

We have all come to recognize names like Tuesday and Cora, not because of anything great they got to do, but because of how their lives were cut tragically short. But remember that kids survive cancer as well, like Sunny Atwood, and this ONLY happens because of research!!

GO HERE TO HELP...Thank you so much.

A Thousand Word Thursday

2009-03-11T19:53:00.000-07:00

Mr. J is our resident paleontologist and comic.

A few years back, but... Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome Drew Carrey to the stage.

That is one of my favorite photos of the crazy, wild man in training.

Wordful Wednesday - TVFD & My Crazies

2009-03-10T20:00:00.000-07:00

So a few Saturdays ago we had the chance to attend the grand opening of our new neighborhood fire department. We had already met some of these fine men and women when they came to visit us a week before when we had our chimney fire. We are so happy they are so close. I called 9-1-1 and within 60 seconds you could hear the sirens and then a split second later they were here. The station is about 3/4 of a mile away. Good for us as the cap on the top of the chimney was a scalding orange with huge sparks flying out. All turned out well, though. That same week they saved a choking 2 yr old. If it weren't for the new location of the department, those fine fire fighters would not have made it in time. As you can see, the kids had no fun at all. Colleen actually said she is thinking about trying to go through fire fighter school.

Thanks Angie

Tuesday's Tribute

2009-03-10T06:30:00.000-07:00

I am saluting humor on this fine Tuesday. Yes humor. I have been overdosing on 2 & 1/2 men episodes and constantly looking for something funny to soothe the psyche. It seems that humorous situations, acts, signs or events have been a real lifeline for me lately during this very non humorous time in my life. I came across this website while listening to the Situation Room on CNN. "This is why you're fat". This is just one of many very intelligent culinary choices. I also liked the deep fried White Castle burgers.

Twinkie Wiener Sandwich

Hot dog with twinkies for buns covered in Cheese Wiz.

I wonder what she’s looking at?!

Finally, one of my favorites from Cajon, as he traveled the Wisconsin countryside. Hmm, makes one wonder what a place like that might be like? I am feeling kind of mellow.

Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.

Thousand Word Thursday - Ink

2009-03-05T08:19:00.000-08:00

Ok, so the creator and CEO if you will of TWT Jen The Mom has opened the door today with revealing tastefully one of my favorite things. INK. I can not explain why, but I love tattoos and their origins. So I share my most proud display of this artistic expression( straight off their birth certificates ). I simply believe that if done tastefully no matter where you put it, ink is NICE. I know a lot of folks do not like tattoos for one reason or another. I get that.That is their right.I won't hate or dog you for not having any ink if you will show me the same respect for my choice to have it.

A Tribute To My Tribe

I have had their birth dates added for id purposes ( probably mine ). My oldest and I are working together on a shoulder piece to be announced later. She is very interested in the art of the skin.

Wordful Wednesday

2009-03-03T18:53:00.000-08:00

What do kids like most in the summer next to the sun, playing and the pool? Bubbles. So my little scientist set her sights on showing what mixture would serve her and her brother best this coming summer as her entry to the school science fair.
Secret: ( H2O, dish washing liquid & Glycerin )

Alayna says it helps to play Kid Rock's "Roll On" while doing her bubbles that rocks.

We are so proud of our budding 3rd grade scientist. She also made the "Super Spellers" list. A very prestigious honor in her class.

Tuesdays Tribute - Dr. Seuss... Kinda

2009-03-02T18:00:00.002-08:00

I tribute my wonderful childhood friend Dr. Seuss, who has stuck with me even as an adult. {I use the term adult loosely.}. As many who know me are aware, I have a tendency to act like a child at times. I just can't help myself. Childhood was so fun. Can I help it that I enjoy creativity, wondering, pondering and playing in the rain, mud and snow? It is exactly that inner nature that spawns some of life's more interesting and hilarious moments. Dr. Seuss has provided a canvas for the odd, the interesting and the bizarre in my mind. Just look at the characters and the story lines and even the adult sub-plots.

Some of the moments in my life are actually very Seuss-esk. For example: the day I decided to take all the worms we were studying in 1st grade and put them in the pages of the girls' books. I have to believe that Mrs. Walker is fully enjoying her well earned dirt nap. So even from 6 feet above I am sorry. But the look on the faces of my 1st grade girl mates was absolutely priceless. Ok, I am not sorry, RIP.

All of the above transitions me into a new chapter of Seuss moments. A fish bowl with a real live goldfish swimming inside on the back of a toilet?

Ok so, this sent me into a mind warp of epic proportion because here I was ready to use a friend's restroom and as I prepare to take care of my business I look forward to see the goldfish staring back at me. So I talk to it. Yes, a conversation with a goldfish.
"What, are you looking at flipper?"
The fish just circles the bowl and comes back.
"What? What do you want? I am trying to do something here."
"Can you at least turn yourself around so those beady little eyes are not watching?"
"Hey, quit taking notes, you sicko. You're just jealous pal. I will flush your yellow tailed ass."
Great, now I have stage fright and cannot do what I came to do.( Stage fright: when I played college football we used to have to take random drug tests. Pee in a cup. Anyway you always had someone watching you do this peeing act to verify you did not cheat the test. It is really hard to pee while someone is watching you and expecting this act to just happen, so sometimes you could not perform the task. We coined this as stage fright.)
Sigh.. Who freaking puts a fish on the back of their toilet?
"You win Goldie, I am using another restroom."

Then I got to thinking. Wow, can you imagine the database of events and things that fish has seen? Lots of nakedness to be sure. I wonder what else? The possibilities abound. What a life. Get fed, swim and watch restrooms' funniest videos live and in person. No one is safe from the fish scrutiny. It probably has copious notes on each and every soul that has dared drop trow in the facility.
They read: (Jimbob, wow, he could hunt with that thing. Steve, not so much. Probably some sort of rating system for the gals as well, who knows?)
That fish has probably been witness to childhood antics, adult passions and shenanigans of untold magnitude. What a great interview he or she would be. There is always one's desire to be a fly on the wall on many occasions, but I am thinking being a fish in the bowl could be quite interesting.

Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.

Sound Off Saturday

2009-02-28T09:54:00.000-08:00

So, I waited for an extra day to talk about my lovely Friday experience at the Oregon Unemployment Office. Why might you ask? Well as my wife put it:

"Honey, back away from the blog before you write something you may regret."

REGRET?? What would I regret writing? I mean come on, this is my Blog and damn it, last time I checked I am still afforded my 1st amendment rights to free speech. Well, unless, say a person has to sign a said contract that states they cannot speak about another said organization or precious vales shall be withheld from the said signer. (but I digress) What? Would I regret telling everyone how demeaning, degrading and depressing the entire process and experience is of having spent 2 hrs of your life that you will never get back being made to feel like you are a loser, a failure and some kind of idiot so you can, in the end of this governmental assembly line, be lucky enough to get a pat on the ass and sent out the door with a half-hearted 'good luck' in your job search? Regret calling a spade a spade? I think not.

Breathe... in, out, in, out, breathe.

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
— The First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution

So I get this letter in the mail telling me that I have to appear at the Oregon Unemployment office to formally register as unemployed. Dutifully I comply, but this compliance is not without its own form of what I can only imagine hell might be like one day when the reaper comes knocking on my door.

I show up and am told I have 3 tasks.
1. Take a skills assessment.
The assessment is a 3 part computer task. Answer 3 out of 5 questions correctly at each level and move onto the next. Just one major flaw in the program. 2-3 out of the 5 questions asked are literally subjective in nature. In another section I decide to take copious notes as to the fact that there is not enough information in the example to make a true assessment and be able to answer the question with any level of competency, but OBTW there is not an answer to select that speaks to that end. When I bring these observations to the attention of the supervisor I am told just take the test and do your best. (Anyone who knows me, knows that one thing I have no patience for is incompetence and answer dodging. Guaranteed like taxes & death, I will call you out on both. There is no place in society for either and those things have infected many of the roots of corporate America.) So in true form I call her out on this. The purpose after all of this State department is to help people become employed again. Right? If the skills assessment test has flaws, are they not serving a bad meal of disservice to the unemployed public?

2. Prove I am who I am and what I have been doing to find a new job.
I show my ID and all is good so far here. Then I pull out my Exel job hunting daily log. The log shows all contacts and calls to whom they were made, the phone numbers, the color coordinated activity, whether it be a conversation about a job, leads whatever. This also tracks to whom I have sent my resume and any interviews I have had and applicable follow ups. I also show my newly crafted resume and business cards. I have done far more than is expected by these folks. This ain't my first rodeo. But I am armed to find a job.
I am then asked if I am comfortable interviewing. A fair question.

"Yes ma'am, I have actually interviewed prospective employees myself and have been through extensive training on interviewing."

She makes a few comments and then I decide to mess with her. I ask an open ended interview style question.

" Share with me your interview response style and how you would coach a person in my position to best use that style."

She flops around her desk like a goldfish out of its bowl before arriving at a somewhat acceptable answer. I sit in utter amazement as though someone had just hit me upside the head. (Thinking in my head, but thankfully not uttering in my outdoor voice.) Are you fucking kidding me? At this point I quickly thank her for the info. She responds in turn with my question directed at me. (Oh, you really want to go down this road? Ok lace up your shoes, Hilda.)

" I would recommend utilizing a very simple response tactic known as the STAR technique. Answer all questions in a fashion that first addresses the Situation, then describes the Task within the situation and moves into the Action taken against the situation. Finally, round it out with the Result or Results of your tasks and actions to the situation. By following this simple format you show the interviewer your critical thinking skills. It also helps to keep your thoughts very organized so in complex responses you hit all of your intended target points."

She grabs a piece of paper and writes STAR, as I watch the stars twirl around her head. (Checkmate, Hilda.)

3. Go through a career, get out and find a job debriefing.

We did not debrief, per say. I think I made my point that I did not appreciate being treated like I knew nothing and was a second class unemployed citizen. After all, is there such a thing as a second class citizen? Furthermore, I walked out of there very depressed for those other unemployed folks who are looking to this office and its staff for help in finding a job. They are supposed to help people not treat them like idiots or some kind of assembly line parts. The system is one of processing people to document that they have no job and move them along. There is no goal setting or tangible goal seeking element to it at all that might help move a person closer to finding that next job. Whether it be digging ditches, building a home or selling bonds. No wonder our country is in so much trouble. Those who are supposed to help others get back on their feet could give a rat's big fat smelly ass about anything but keeping their job. Which is what again??

A Thousand Word Thursday

2009-02-26T06:59:00.000-08:00

They grow way too fast.

Jordan and his new Jesse James custom hot rod Converse flame shoes. Sporting his Maui Built Tee Uncle Mike turned him onto.

My girls sharing a moment. Alayna signaling the peace sign. Word to her Mother.

WW - Memories in the Fog

2009-02-25T09:02:00.000-08:00

As I read Life, Liberty and the Pursuit today it brought me back to memories of days in South Carolina. I remember spending my summer weeks in 1989-90 at my uncle's beach house. Each night my friends and I would go down the road a clip to the Grey Man Saloon to play pool, and listen to a little known band, Hootie & The Blow Fish. This all before they became big. Great memories of those summers. The sun, sand, surf, friends, girls and the Grey Man. I heard a few years ago the saloon was no longer there, but the memories will always last. So too will the timeless tale of the Grey Man. I will now share one of South Carolina's best ghost stories. His appearance means danger is near, and those who see him do well to heed his warning!

From Elizabeth Huntsinger

Perhaps the most frequently told ghost story in Georgetown County is that of the Grey Man. According to numerous documented accounts, he appears on the beach at Pawleys Island prior to hurricanes. Everyone who has seen the Grey Man says that he warns them to leave the island.

Residents who are wise enough to heed the Grey Man's warning always find their homes undamaged after the storm. Encounters with the Grey Man have taken place before every major hurricane that has struck the island for more than a hundred years.

The Grey Man is unquestionably a permanent resident of Pawleys Island, but what causes this kind spirit to warn unsuspecting residents of approaching danger? The answer may lie in one of three different accounts that exist about the origin of the Grey Man.

According to one legend, a young woman was walking the windswept, lonely beach not far from her parent's Pawleys Island home. She was in mourning for her childhood sweetheart who had recently died in a tragic accident on the island.

Her love had returned to Georgetown by ship after an absence of several months. He was so eager to see his beloved fiancee that, rather than wasting one more precious moment away from her, he took a shortcut across previously untraveled marshland.

With his faithful manservant riding a short distance behind, the eager fellow and his horse came to a sudden stop and began to sink rapidly into a patch of deadly quicksand. His manservant watched in horror, unable to help his young master, as the young man and his horse disappeared into the mire. When the young woman heard of her finance's tragic death, she was heartbroken.

After the funeral, she took to walking the stretch of beach where she and her beau used to stroll in happier times. This particular day was windier than most, but it suited her recent mood. She was alone with her sadness in the whipping wind, with the ocean crashing by her side.

Suddenly, a figure appeared ahead. As she walked closer, the young woman could have sworn it was her finance. With no fear, she walked toward him. "Leave the island at once," he said. "You are in danger. Leave the island!"

Then he disappeared.

The young lady hurried home to tell her father and mother about the strange, unsettling experience. Upon hearing their daughter's strange story, her parents immediately began making plans to leave Pawleys Island for their inland home. They did not know what danger they were fleeing, but they did know that their daughter was a sensible person and not prone to flights of fancy.

The family left Pawleys Island before dawn the following morning. That night, as they lay sleeping in the safety of their inland home, a fierce hurricane ravaged Pawleys Island. The hurricane destroyed most of the homes on Pawleys Island, but the home of the young woman's family was undamaged.

Tuesday's Tribute - The Greatest Man I Know

2009-02-24T04:13:00.000-08:00

There is a poem out there entitled "The Dash" by Linda Ellis. The premise of the poem is that each tombstone has a dash between the birth date and death date. That dash is the great opportunity for each of us, for that dash represents our life's body of work. Just think about that for a moment. The sum of that dash is the most important marker of one's embodiment of life.

Today is a day of celebration on many levels. For some it is Fat Tuesday. For others it is simply another February 24th. For me, it is the birthday of The Greatest Man I Know. My Father.

My father has many nicknames: Big-R, R, Papa, "Rick" and Pops. All loving and endearing in their own way when coming from his wife, us kids and our spouses, and most dear to his heart his beloved 14 beautiful grandchildren whom of course, all lovingly call him Papa.

My father has many loves. He loves his tranquility time on the river with a fly rod in his hand. Who can blame him? Being within the hands of Mother Nature provides some of the most cathartic of life's moments.

He also loves his bike. He is an Ironman finisher and an avid cyclist to this day. Damn near lost him a few years back after a clueless cell phone distracted mascara wielding driver plowed into him at 50mph in her Lexus. (He's ok, thank God!) He has a deep love for the arts. He has a passion for the four handlebar-mustached white men in straw hats and striped vests singing "Sweet Adeline" in four-part harmony. Yep, Barbershop Quartets. Music of almost any type he loves. (I used to love his quirky jerky jig he did as he would give me grief during my much misguided rap music days). Oh, the visual memory makes me laugh! The thing is, I think he really liked it; he just couldn't speak that fast and/or rhyme?
Seriously, he can play about 4 instruments and he really does have a truly amazing voice. His involvement in the singing rounds him out as a true Renaissance man.

These are just some of the elements that he is working in HIS dash. He has imparted on me his type A personality which I know my mother and my wife have found to be most annoying, but a good trait, nonetheless. His mind works on overdrive 24/7. He will leave the house and not 20 seconds later think of something and call the house to impart this thought, request or wisdom on whomever will answer the phone. He will say we are leaving for vacation at 8am and in his head that really means 7am. Unless you are wired like he is, you don't get it. You are better off just going with it, because it will not change.
He always comes from a good place. No matter how busy he makes his life, and he does that like a pro. If he is not doing something, then something is wrong. I have often wondered if this comes from his mom, my grandmother who was a believer as she so eloquently used to put it: "to sit around and do nothing is to be as worthless as two tits on a bull." The coolest thing though, is no matter how many PVC creations he is inventing, teeth he is drilling, boards on which he is serving or groups he is in belting out his heart felt vocals, he will always make time for you. He made a point to never miss one of his kids' games, meets, performances, you name it. When I attended Virginia Tech and played football he made every effort to not miss a game. There is an old phrase that says: "Love to a child is spelled T-I-M-E." It is TIME that he has always tried to give each of us as well as that huge heart of his.

I don't get back to my home town of Sandy, Utah as often as I would like. But when I do, I always run into old friends or acquaintances who inevitably ask how my parents are doing. Or when I speak from afar to people who know my father I hear a very similar message.

"Tony, your father is one of the greatest guys I know. He is just a good guy. He sure loves you and your family."

These many people are right. My father is one of the greatest guys. He is a kind, loving and thoughtful person who "gets" life. He would give you the shirt off his back if you were cold. I can not tell you the countless ways he has reached out and lifted someone up when he/she has been down and asked nothing in return. Sometimes even getting wronged himself in the effort, but holding to his standard and moving forward. Having learned a lesson but not allowing the wronging to stop his determination to try to help and love his family and people in general.

He and I have a standing phone call each Friday morning. I cherish those talks. They are my time with him, a time to laugh, a time to strategize, a time to share and a time to learn. All of this time is part of the ongoing creation of the dash of the man I love and consider to be the Greatest Man I Know.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY POPS - I love you.

Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.

Sunday Coffee with The Dead

2009-02-22T08:42:00.000-08:00

One of my favorite hours of the week.Sunday Morning's Dawn of the Dead program "Wake & Bake" . Even better if you're a Deadhead, DeadRadio.com, where it's noted that "the music never stops." DeadRadio broadcasts music of the Grateful Dead twenty-four hours a day in RealAudio 3.0.

Enjoy.

A Thousand Word Thursday

2009-02-19T07:37:00.000-08:00

DANCE !!! DANCE I SAY..

WW - Support, Shaving & Cool Bling

2009-02-18T06:46:00.000-08:00

Today I want to join forces and direct you to my good friend JAY@HALFTIMELESSONS

Excerpt:
Imagine.

Imagine a child that is never faced with cancer.

Imagine a world where our children ALWAYS outlive us.

Imagine never having to explain to a child about how the medicine might make them sick, or lose their hair, or make it so they don't want to play. Or can't.

The entire cause is so worthy, and the bling is very unique & cool. I got Colleen one of Kristen's pieces and she gets compliments all the time.

Tuesdays Tribute

2009-02-16T17:21:00.000-08:00

So, sleep the past few days has been spotty at best. High levels of stress have brought on this strange, wakeful pattern. So today I tribute the damned, lazy-ass sheep that seem to just want to hang out in my pre-REM phase and graze. No jumping over the moon, or the fence, nothing. How am I to sleep if I can't count you foolishly inactive muttons jumping over something?
So, I will drift off to sleep for a period of time but then find myself kind of an awake but still somewhat dreamy state or insomniactic (it is a word today - because I said) condition. So, being that I am dreaming, I think, I'll go for something good. Going for broke. Something I would never do in real life. Yes, I order a lap dance. Why not? After all I am sleeping/dreaming right? But when the order arrives, well, shall we say, let's all understand why I am not pleased with my somewhat catatonic choice and the result. I guess you get what you pay for as they say.

So, the sheep are on alert. If I cannot count you to help me go to sleep, then stop sending Clarabell the slut cow over to ruin everything. I will go blog or read a book. Good night.

Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.

Happy Who Gives A Rat's Ass Day

2009-02-14T13:29:00.000-08:00

Props to Alayna for making a very cool Valentine's holder for school.

We do not celebrate Valentine's Day around here except for the kids. Why you may ask? Well, because it is an absolute "BOVINE BALDERDASH" silly day. What, the man is expected to go out and buy some gift for his wife or significant other to show he loves her? Are you kidding me? As I said before, "BOVINE BALDERDASH".

You should show your wife or husband or significant other you love them everyday, not just some randomly assigned day in the middle of winter that some sales & marketing Jackhole says we must so they can make up more silly ass products, mostly trinkets of trash, to steal your hard earned dollars and meet their lame contribution margins. Or the expensive buy that may or may not put you into debt in hopes of maybe getting a little something later tonight if the kids go to bed early enough and all the stars and moons align properly and one of you does not get a headache. [How'd you like that run on sentence?] (Oh, BTW, endorphins brought on by said acts help soothe headaches, WebMD). Ha, if you're lucky maybe you will get a good night's sleep.

Please, what a racket. The same concept should apply to Mother's day and Father's Day. Don't fall prey to this crap. Show your wife or husband or significant other you love them everyday, you will not have to use retail tricks to get what you should be enjoying together, kids or no kids and all will be well in the world.

Signed,

Vrinch

A Thousand Word Thursday - "The Sword"

2009-02-11T18:40:00.001-08:00

So each night we hear the terrible state our local and national economies are in via multiple forms of news and information sites. But the true reality is when you awake to a memo like this well crafted sword I got this morning.

Blah Blah Blah blah - I can not share.

Have you ever had your ears ring so loudly that you became nauseous, your world began to spin in your head and you wanted to go Terry Tate Office Linebacker all at the same time?

The ringing is gone, I think, or I am just used to it. The head spinning has evolved into a splitting headache and the kind of haze you feel after 3 shots of good tequila, minus the warm fuzzy good feeling. I would like to know how a person can grow the business within their territory by 18% yr over yr, help sell off additional products to help bring in the 4th quarter and have strong business booked for 2009 and get whacked? The unfortunate part was I did not even get the courtesy of a call from my manager. That is a subject for an entirely different rant.

Am I hurt? Yes
Do I understand? Not even
Am I worried about how to survive this in this economy? You're fucking right I am. It scares me to death.
Do companies even care that they are destroying families' ways of life? I believe it has gone the way of the Golden watch. So my answer is a resounding -NO !!

I am making a choice that many of you will not understand. I choose to thank those who supported me throughout the tenure of my employment. I truly enjoyed building the business with each of you and wish you all the best. As for the rest, I thank you for the many lessons on how I will not conduct myself when I have earned a similar managerial position one day.

I have no time to be vindictive or lash out. That kind of behavior is for weak minded, insecure, spineless jackholes. I need every moment to do all I can to find a job so I can keep this roof over my kids'heads, keep them clothed and fed and hopefully someday find the sunshine again. Please keep us in your prayers.

Wordful Wednesday

2009-02-10T19:26:00.000-08:00

This 100+ year old solid oak work hutch is a family heirloom given to me by my beloved grandmother, affectionately known in our home as Grama-Great. This vintage piece came from the old Utah capital building back in the late 1800's and is now my sweet bugaboo's homework hutch. "Munchie" the travel monkey oversees homework activities like a marine general. (Munchie is our family good luck charm who sits in the front window of the Tahoe as we travel.)

I am so pleased that she loves school so much and she has a wicked pride in being the best in her class at everything and consistently searches for perfection. Hmmm...similar to another type AAA personality in our home. I have no idea where that comes from. Nope, not at all. I just tell her, "keep on rockin' in the free world, girl."

Tuesday's Tribute

2009-02-09T19:44:00.000-08:00

Friend (frend)
noun
1. a person whom one knows well and is fond of; intimate associate; close acquaintance. 2. a person on the same side in a struggle; one who is not an enemy or foe; ally. 3. a supporter or sympathizer; a friend of labor. 4. something thought of as like a friend in being helpful, reliable, etc.

This is Webster's definition of a friend. This week's Tribute goes out to a very dear and beloved friend of ours. Georgia is one of the sweetest, kindest and most reliable people you could ever meet. I think Webster leaves a few intangible qualities out, but that's ok. Georgia has them, so we have them on record. She has a quiet demeanor about her, but I have found over the years that her gentle nature is more an act of information gathering rather than a reclusiveness, because when she has something to say it is usually profound and very well thought out. I have also found that Georgia's contemplative nature is in part a mystical, meditative dance choreographed between her and her surroundings. I have observed her standing on the deck of a villa in St. John overlooking Cinnamon Bay and saying nothing, just taking in all the majestic wonders that nature has to offer and that God has put on this earth for us to see, love and enjoy. She is one of the few who really take the time to slow down and notice these wonders and appreciate them.

Within the last three months, two of those majestic wonders God giveth, he has also taken back. Right before Thanksgiving Georgia lost her father somewhat unexpectedly. Then, just this past week she lost her best friend and beloved sister, Robyn. She had battled breast cancer for the last 13 years with the fierceness of a lion, but lost that battle as the insidious disease metastasized throughout her body.
Georgia called us herself with the news. She was steeled and strong, although I knew that inside she was beyond pain and grief. Colleen and I decided to dedicate this Tribute Tuesday to Georgia for the tremendous courage and strength she has exhibited through such incredible sorrow and adversity. I cannot begin to imagine how she feels. I can tell her we love her. If either one of us could shoulder your pain or grief we would gladly do so to give you a bit of reprieve. We pray that you find comfort in God's hands and that in time your pain will lessen and in its place grow into a flower of all the beautiful memories you shared. God Bless you our FRIEND. Many hugs from all in the Elggren home.

Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.

Join The Ride - Spread The Word

2009-02-07T08:17:00.000-08:00

On Saturday, February 7th at 11:00 a.m., the Whitt Family is holding a celebration in Parker, Colorado. They're having a wagon and bike parade to honor Tuesday with one of her favorite things to do - "wagie rides."

We all can't be there physically, but we can be there in spirit.

The goal is to create a virtual parade for Tuesday, to show her family and friends how her brief life touched so many. To offer support in their time of need. And to maybe bring a smile.

Find your way to join the ride in Tuesday's honor.

Finally Friday

2009-02-06T08:11:00.000-08:00

I just want to thank each of you who took the chance to visit the CCA website , listen to the live feed and donate to this awesome cause for the Children's Cancer Association. The final tally will be given around 10am PST. So far the total is well over $240,000.

Now it is time to gather ourselves and support Jay & St. Baldrick's efforts here in a few weeks. Remember every little bit counts.

A Thousand Word Thursday

2009-02-05T08:35:00.000-08:00

About The Children's Cancer Association

This cause is so important!! This is for the children this week. With that said in my world it garnered the Wordful Wednesday & A Thousand Word Thursday spots this week.

[ If you’re here because your child or a young loved one has cancer, we are so very sorry. However, we also have some good news. There is hope.

There are many resources that can help children and families get through this with their spirit, strength and love intact. Yes, cancer takes an enormous emotional toll on everyone it touches, but it is possible to survive its ravages and actually end up stronger and wiser and more compassionate for having endured the journey.

We’re here to help. The Children’s Cancer Association (CCA) is a 501 (c)(3) nonprofit organization that was established in loving memory of five-year-old Alexandra Ellis who courageously fought cancer for two and half years before she died on May 7, 1995. In the year of Alexandra’s death, CCA was born. Since then, CCA has worked to offer award-winning programs, along with information, advocacy and support that help enrich the quality of life for seriously ill children and their families.

Together, with our valued community partners, Board of Directors, staff, donors and volunteers, CCA continues to bring joy, compassion and support to thousands of children and families across the U.S. each year—as well as ongoing assistance to the medical professionals who care for them.

“The Children’s Cancer Association provides a valuable service to so many patients and families by increasing the quality of life for children during treatment…it’s a true inspiration.”

— Stacy Nicholson, MD
Chief of Pediatric Hematology and Oncology
Doernbecher Children's Hospital]

February 5th & 6th, 2009

Our Local radio station is once again doing tremendous things for children not only in our Portland ,Oregon community but children across the country who need treatment and care in fighting this insidious disease of cancer.

Nelson & Terry of 105.1 The Buzz with Cassidy during the 2008 annual radiothon raised $413,000, with the help of corporations and valued listeners.

You do not have to live in Portland to donate , or listen to the heart wrenching , yet inspiring stories of these children and their valiant fights. A life affirming 28-hour radiothon for the Children's Cancer Association will be hosted by the Nelson and Terry Show on 105.1 FM The Buzz. The radioathon begins Live 6:00 AM Thursday, February 5th through 10:00 AM Friday, February 6th on 105.1 FM or streaming live

We, as a family, donate every year. (2 years ago, when my daughter Alayna was 6, she brought her entire savings down in the morning and started to put it into her backpack for school.
We asked, "what are you doing with your piggy?"
Alayna-- "I am taking it to school so I can give to the needy children who have cancer."
I have never been so proud.)

We listen throughout the live broadcast and I am telling you this event will inspire you to want to donate even the $10 for a CCA valentine. This broadcast will touch your soul in ways you have never imagined. Last year I was listening in my car. I literally had to pull over because I could not see through the tears that had welled up in my eyes. No one deserves cancer, but kids getting cancer is just not right at so many levels. Through this event we can make a difference in their lives and existence as they go through their treatments ( Chemo Pals, Music Rx and the Caring Cabin , just to name a few.) . Take a minute and browse the CCA website, see what they do and what they offer. This is an absolutely amazing organization. Show your support and let's all join the fight. To Donate. Let's all help make this year a record year for the CCA.

Tuesday's Tribute

2009-02-02T18:45:00.000-08:00

This is a tribute to my brother Jay who works his ever loving ARS off everyday in the name of love for his family, a sport he has grown to love and the burning desire to succeed. He is not much different than most all of us, except he is. He has a triple shot cappuccino mondo driven personality, that will raise mountains to achieve success.

So a few years ago my brother Jay, "Chief Cyclist", had a vision. His vision, to buy this company called Blackbottoms Cyclewear and reset the tangibility and marketability of this well known brand throughout the cycling community. His goal, to provide the cycling enthusiast from beginner to the professional cycling minded people & teams with an alternative; the ability to buy quality cycling products at great prices. He has had some very good successes through signing on team business like the University of Utah cycling team for one.

He has also focused on building his business through participation in most all the cycling trade shows and races west of the Mississippi. (The Tour of California, The Sea Otter Classic, Interbike, the major Las Vegas bike show, the official supplier of the Tour of Utah jerseys and garb and much more.) He also understands the value of supporting his fellow cycling vendors in their quest to all succeed. A bit of gear head, crankshaft pay it forward if you will.

He is the one on the left in the White & Black Blackbottoms Tee.

Blackbottoms is a high quality line of very comfortable cycling gear (bibs, shorts, jerseys, jackets and accessories). Jay can accommodate teams with team custom Kits ( uniforms for the non cyclists). He offers a great quality product at a very reasonable price. His personality also offers something I think we can all agree has somehow been lost in the retail world today. A pleasant customer to vendor interaction. He loves what he does and believes not just in his products but in the personal, athletic and fitness success of each of his customers/clients. He, like the rest of us, is just trying to build the American dream and be successful. I am not sure how many of you bloggy friends and visitors to my blog are cyclists and or know a cyclist, but I would ask you to go to BLACKBOTTOMS Cyclewear and see if there is anything that you might need for your outdoor cycling season, or your indoor spinning fitness classes, or just give as a gift to that cyclist in your life. If nothing more, help me get the word out. If you wear Blackbottoms and like them, scream it from the rafters and pass on the good word. If you buy a product and like it, buy more and scream it from the rafters and pass on the word. Thanks for your support. I hope to see you in Blackbottoms gear on the road, trail or spin class somewhere.

Remember- "Ride like you stole it." Pain is about mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter.

Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.

Sunday Inspiration

2009-02-01T08:27:00.000-08:00

A wonderful friend of mine passed this onto me. So , I thought I would pass on the message to you today. Thanks Lisa.

~ "The Master's Touch" ~

Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, a mother took her boy to a Paderewski concert.

After they were seated, the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her. Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE."

When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing. Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."

At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing." Then, leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in the bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child and he added a running obbligato.

Together, the old master and the young novice transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative, experience. And the audience was mesmerized.

The lesson: Whatever our situation in life and history -- however outrageous, however desperate, God is whispering deep within our beings,
"Don't quit. Keep playing."

A Thousand Word Thursday

2009-01-29T08:10:00.000-08:00

Perky Flight Attendant: "Don't worry sir, I know we are 55 min late this evening, but maybe the pilots can make up some time in the air."

Me: "Yeah, it would be nice to be in the air to start making up that time, as I have a 25 min connection window in SLC."

Perky Flight Attendant: "Can I get you some peanuts?"

Me: "Ugh. No thanks, I hear there is a salmonella scare right now involving peanuts. How about some Valium."

I made my connection by making my own version of the Hertz commercial, and got home at mid-night. But I am safe and sound. Gotta love business travel.

Tuesday's Tribute

2009-01-26T17:02:00.000-08:00

Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.

I would like to write a brief tribute to our esteemed Federal Government & those banking and investment Corporate Executives who have damn near destroyed the American dream through their stupidity and greed. Oh but these are the folks who companies pay to come speak at function about leadership and profitability. that is how our prison system works. Put criminals with other criminals or even non criminals and they refine their criminal activity. Genius. Yes, they have earned this tribute.
I would like to take my hat off to each of those public & private servants for the tremendous job they have done in selling the American public and all their dreams down the Honey Bucket just outside the White house fence. (You know the single use kind that smell a lot like roses and come with their own flies.) I would like to see the accounting sheet showing me what I (we) have gotten for our $700B and growing loan to the Government, banks, car companies, etc? Getting a home loan is harder than ever, even a re-fi is an absolute freaking joke, as is getting any type of credit. The joke is on us, the tax paying public. Those who are losing their jobs, 45% of their 401K's in 10 months and 30% of their home value at best. Yet the "Loans" were meant to have loosened up the credit markets and allow for all markets to stimulate growth and public spending. Hmmmm, I guess I realized last week as I turned 41 that the word retirement had now been extracted from my new Webster's Dictionary. Hats off to you ladies & gentlemen of our government and you greedy bastards who have run these companies into the ground and keep coming back to the tax payer for handouts. Where is my bailout if I need it? Oh, that's right, if things get really bad I can dig into what retirement savings the sagging market has not eaten. All the while slitting one wrist as I bend over and lube up so I can pay 42% taxes on the funds that are mine. I hope you can sleep with yourselves at night as the other 97% of Americans struggle to make this all make sense and keep their homes and businesses intact. May you burn in hell. Sorry, but Obama is not the second coming of Christ in all this. A good man? Yes. A great speaker? Absolutely. Savior of the free world? Good freaking luck with that smokin' pile of elephant feces left in your care, Sir.

Remember, you can put lipstick on a pig, but it is still a pig. Maybe if they knew something about true leadership we would not be in this economic wasteland.

A Thousand Words Thursday

2009-01-21T21:05:00.000-08:00

My cup runneth over!!! I am a simple person, but I have so much to be thankful for as I step across this birth line in the proverbial sand. Family, Valued Friends, Associates, Health and My Mind (well, some say that's debatable). I share just a few moments captured in time that fill my glass. I thank God everyday for all I have.

Wordful Wednesday

2009-01-21T06:57:00.000-08:00

So, This is my first venture in to Wordful Wednesday. Here we go.
I thought I would share an idea that I found to be very cathartic and I am sure someday will be very enjoyable for my kids. Specifically my daughter Alayna. When each of our children were born I took advantage of some of the "quiet moments" in the first month to gather my thoughts surrounding the events of their birth and what their arrival into this world and my life meant to me. I wrote of what I wished and prayed for them in the future and put those thoughts into a letter. I then hid and sealed the letter behind the matting of this picture. So one day each of them will find this letter written to them from Daddy and be able to hopefully enjoy its contents and cherish it forever. A few other items that are a hit can be found ( Daddy's Heart, Mommy's Heart ) or in Utah.

"Tuesday's Tribute"

2009-01-19T12:35:00.000-08:00

Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.

This week's Tuesday's Tribute is all about a man who I knew for a very brief yet crazy, action packed, fun filled, adventurous 9 months to a year. I remember my first encounter like it was yesterday. He was sitting by a volleyball court speaking with a gal that I knew and we were introduced. He had a very friendly, professional demeanor, yet a razor sharp whit to his overtly sarcastic manner. I liked this guy and his style. (No, now don't get all crazy with your thoughts, gutter grey matter geeks.)

Over time I learned more and less about him, kind of like the study of DNA. He was a very busy body, hard working, goals driven sales rep for Revlon. He had an insatiable enthusiasm about him to enjoy life and his weekends to the fullest. Who could blame him? We were young and who knew how much time we had rented on this here rotating multi-colored gumball? Curiously, he kept a life sized floor stand of Cindy Crawford, used for "promotional purposes", in the living room of his apartment. I guess back then that could have been considered a fine piece of furniture or artwork, take your pick.

We had some great laughs and wild adventures together during that year. One warm summer night I finally broke the "DNA" code. He talked me off the ledge, if you will, over a very painful life event I was dealing with, and that evening reliving for what I perceived for a second time. That is when I knew that JAY was truly my friend. I cannot speak for him, but from that day on I had a new and stronger respect for him. I needed a real friend that evening. A rational, understanding, bring me back to earth friend. I raise a toast to you Jay, for because of your selflessness that night and being able to put your drink down, walk away from the crowd and be a friend. Colleen and I celebrate 13 years of beautiful marriage this year.

Fast forward 16 years, and I found Jay or he found me on Facebook. What a small world. What a nice and unexpected surprise. What a great tool for reconnecting with family, friends and most importantly people who have positively affected your life. Jay is the one responsible for my start up in this blogosphere. (I'm not sure that is a word, but it is now my neologism.)

Nonetheless, my point is, that those who have the honor of knowing Jay on a personal level as friend, family member or Blogatopian, you have found a rare pearl in the sea of clams. If you are reading this and have not been over to Halftime Lessons, you are missing out on some very funny, provocative and heartfelt rants. He we will at times make you laugh your ass off, bring a tear to your eye and actually make you think. What a concept, right? Thinking? To me he is the "House" of Blogland. He and Hugh Laurie share a striking resemblance. Seriously, he and "Halftime Lessons" have built somewhat of a cult following. In a very good way of course. So, go... go and enjoy the breath of his work, which continues tirelessly. Be inspired. Challenge to better yourself through his spirit.

Jay, I thank you for your continued friendship. Kat is one lucky woman. Our family is lucky to have you as a friend.

Here's looking up yur skirt mate!

Can you find the Crazy Canuck Stud?

P.S: Remember to send well wishes next Wednesday for his 14,355 day of life.

A Thousand Word Thursday

2009-01-15T06:47:00.000-08:00

Damn, I thought it to be a sure bet never to happen. As sure as death & taxes. I have so many promises to reassess that I have made over the years.

Tuesday's Tribute

2009-01-12T13:22:00.000-08:00

Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.

When An Angel Enters Your Life

20 years ago there was a young lad who had been very blessed athletically, had some decisions to make about where to accept a scholarship to play his sport and get an education. Originally he decided on The University of California at Berkley. Upon further review, due to the fact that he was coming out of a Junior College early, he did not yet have his Associates degree. Thus deeming him ineligible for play. So that left him Arizona State, Utah and Virginia Tech. He had always been an adventurer, so Virginia Tech it was.

(Cue The Beverly Hillbillies Theme Song)

Come and listen to a story about a man named Tony.
A poor athlete student, barely kept girlies out of his head.
Then one day he was looking for a school that would not be a wreck,
And up through the Blue Mountains came a place called Virginia Tech.
School that is, Maroon & Orange, The Hokies.
Well the first thing you know ol' Tony's living there,
Kinfolk said, "Tony study hard while you are there,
Said study hall and the library are the place you ought to be."
SCHREACH......... but football & girls and so many things, oh goodness, gracious me?

Enter stage left one of the most wonderful, down to earth, elegantly simplistic, very direct and stern, yet kind loving woman I have ever had the honor to meet.
Lois Berg. Associate Director of Athletic Academic Advising. (say that ten times fast.)

Lois-"Tony, nice to meet you. Reviewing your academic progress, you are an Athlete Student. You need to become a Student Athlete. Do not waste the gift you have earned in a full scholarship."

Tony- " Yeah, k, well, gotta run. Things to do, girls to meet and places to go."

Lois- " Hey, Tony, have you ever read the back of your birth certificate?"

Tony- " Umm no." (thinking in the back of my head what a weird f-ing question.)

Lois- " It reads simply: No Guarantees, No Warranties, this is life."

Tony- "No Way." (Crazy woman.)

Lois- " Read it when you get back to the dorm. We will talk more tomorrow."

So the relationship began.

Regressing a bit. My time line might be a bit off, but it is the meaning of the story and the strength that should build in you as you read.
At some point during 1984 on an icy road in Colorado Lois and her husband were returning from a long day's work at one of Colorado's beautiful ski resorts. Not a long drive, but one that very quickly changed things for Lois permanently. An on coming vehicle hit ice going far too fast and careened into the truck Lois in which Lois was riding. The truck left the road in a violent collision and Lois ended up while still in the truck, pinned to an aspen tree. Her right arm between the two. Her arm was a total loss.

I have never pretended to understand the pain, the mental anguish and the internal struggle to regain one's self perception she went through. Although, you could see it in her eyes as she spoke to you. By the time Lois entered my young, somewhat gelatinous life, she was hitting her stride again. In the years since the accident she had lost everything. Everything but her fire and her will to piece by piece rebuild herself and her life. And rebuild, did she ever.

Lois took me under her wing. I was a long way from home. Meeting new people, having new experiences and searching to become a respectable young man. Lois was like a family member for me. She would spend hours talking to me about academic challenges, approaches and strategies. She would then don her friend/older sister cap and talk to me about life and growing up, and the many challenges, pitfalls and road signs that come with that journey. As I said, you could see her struggle in her eyes. Her eyes were the conduit to her soul, the crystal ball to her moods and attitudes. She taught me it was ok to cry once in a while. I also learned it was ok to let her cry once in a while. She lost her arm for God's sake. She had torment and frustration to be sure, but it was through her torment that she built some of her greatest masterpieces of strength. She had the heart of a lion in that little frame. Her passion for life was infectious. So much that my Junior year she sat within review of my academic status and proclaimed,

"Mr. Utah, you're going to graduate."

Just her believing in me that I had really become a student athlete was all the fuel I needed to set my sights. No one was going to stop me now. (well, except maybe the Calculus With Matrices professor from some foreign land with the heavy accent, that try as I might even my malt-o-meal decoder ring could not help me decipher what emanated from his mouth.) Some how, by the grace of God, I passed. Now a great deal of work went into the final result, but I did it, and I think it made Lois's heart swell with pride.

I had lost track of Lois for a time until last week. I honestly got a tear in my eye when her name popped up on my screen. She was such an integral part in me becoming who I am today. The lessons in strength and tenacity that she imparted on all she met is almost indescribable for words. She became a legend at Virginia Tech for work with Student Athletes. She is beloved and respected by her many colleagues, notably Nikki Giovanni, her close friend and author of Sacred Cows... And Other Edibles. Since those good old days Lois has helped , guided and molded many student athletes to graduation.

To quote a few passages from Emerson's, Success:
" To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children. To leave the world a bit better. Whether by a healthy child, a garden path or a redeemed social condition. This is to have succeeded." All of us that you have touched are stones in your gardens path. Some of us may even be your redeemed social conditions, but you will always have our affection. Lois, you can stand proud for you have accomplished so much more than that.

I am a stronger, more resilient person for having met Lois. I can only thank the good Lord for allowing our paths to have crossed. Lois, you are very special to me and always will be. Keep touching the lives of those in which you come in contact. Enjoy retirement, you have earned it.

Oh, by the way, just to reconfirm, you were right.

No Guarantees, No warranties, this is life.

Memory Lane

2009-01-09T17:29:00.000-08:00

Ok , so I was strolling through some old photos and came across this beauty. I am not sure if she was going for the I am under cover look or the early retirement look. You know where nothing worn seems to match anything else, high riding socks with Tevas, but if I hide behind the Lennon sunglasses no one will notice.

She may kill me someday, but I am holding onto this one for the rehearsal dinner.

A Thousand word Thursday

2009-01-08T07:28:00.000-08:00

Amazing, when you really want to excel at hide and go seek, where one can hide himself.

Thanks Jen.

Tuesday's Tribute

2009-01-06T17:09:00.000-08:00

Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.

I am a late entry today as I had to drive to Seattle and back for business. ( 7hrs on the road). So I apologize, but I am going to link you to a Post I did when I first started out and maybe 4 people knew of me and my Blog. It is well worth the revisit. My Friend Sam.

I hope you enjoy.

Day 5 and all is well.

2009-01-02T09:35:00.000-08:00

What you feel is what you are, And what you are is beautiful. That is how I choose to feel today.

It is day 5 of my New Year journey alone. I finally got through to my much loved wife to rekindle her relationship with her mom she has been estranged from for about 3 years. Well, that brought on an unplanned trip to visit her. I had no more vacation, so I was left behind to work and well, work.

I have cleaned the house 3 times, taken down the outdoor Grizwald decorations from Christmas, fixed the broken water pipe which could have flooded the entire house and really been a bitch to deal with. I have chopped about a 1/2 cord of firewood, so I can stay warm. Spoken to many old friends from school and otherwise. I can't say I have not been lonely and missed my wife and kids dearly. I guess times like these really add a thankful perspective for what I have.

If by my last few posts you have not figured it out, I am a huge college football guy. So this time of year is heaven on earth for me, with all the games to be watched. I don't know why. Hmmmm. Oh, and on a high note, my Hokies won the Orange Bowl last night. Now I just have to hope that the Utes of Utah can make it a night to remember for my beloved father who played tight end for them back when gas was 25 cents a gallon. Go Utes! Utah by 5!! I hope that Colin Cowherd and all the other national sports radio and TV prognosticators get to eat a big fat bowl of bird shit for dogging a non BCS school with a hell of a lot of talent end strength. In the words of Kid Rock-- Roll ON my friends.

A Thousand Word Thursday- Once A Hokie, Always A Hokie

2009-01-01T07:17:00.000-08:00

So, I could probably write a thousand words about my awesome times while attending Virginia Tech University and playing football. I will always cherish these memories and most importantly the friendships that we forged during those times.( Bill, Skip, Eugene, Will, Scott, Angie, Lois, Cheryl, Karl,Viktor, Hackman, Coach Gentry, Coach Hite, Coach Beamer, Coach Foster and so many, many more.(please accept my apology if I have left your name off - nothing personal.) We are... Virginia Tech!!

I hope someday to meet you at the Top of The Stairs, to say hello again. God Bless each of you and your families. I wish you the very best in this New Year. Today I choose to share some old school, 20 yr old memories. (I know it dates me, but what the hell?)

Here is the answer to that oft-posed question, "What's a Hokie?"

Waiting to come onto the field.#15

Outside rush on the punter.

Hokie Family

Do you know why the leaves turn Maroon & Orange each fall? Because God is a Hokie.

Tonight 8pm est. The BCS Orange Bowl.

Hoki, Hoki, Hoki, Hy.
Techs, Techs, V.P.I.
Sola-Rex, Sola-Rah.
Polytechs - Vir-gin-ia.
Rae, Ri, V.P.I.

The Water, The Carpet & The Plumber's Butt

2008-12-29T14:13:00.000-08:00

I guess I should have seen it coming. We made it through Christmas; everyone safe and sound. Everyone had a joyous and Merry Christmas. Then the silence. Oh it is always the silence that one should heed warning from impending doom. Of course if you're me, it always seems to hit right after some major monetary output, oh say... Christmas. It is cold outside, the fire is warm to sit by, but the gross, cold squishy feeling of the wet carpet under my feet as I walk to the kitchen was just not in the holiday plans. Yes, a pipe has burst. OMG, the horror...

So I call my pals over at my favorite plumbers shop, because I cannot handle a job of this magnitude. They send me a very nice man. Honestly, he is a very gregarious, 300+ lbs, red neck fellow from Roswell, NM and funny to boot. But, yeah, he has the ever feared butt crack thing working. No, this guy is not the plumber from Wisteria lane. Mind you, I am not looking, but every time he asks to show me where my problem is, he turns away from me, thus, up staging me with his size 56 inch (guessing), plumber's butt. My God man, can't you just verbalize the said problem, tell me my damage and maybe some options, and move on with the fix. This is definitely the elephant in the room for the day. But guys just do not tell guys to pull up their trousers. It is an unspoken code. I think. I just want the water to quit spewing from the side of the house and get back to normal. So, lucky me, I stare a $400 fix in the eye and my new plumber friend has seared this picture of near unspeakable horror in my mind for who knows how long? I am stuck alone this week to sit with my thoughts and let this one stew, as my kids have taken a very last moment trip.

All I want for my birthday is therapy, and lots of it. At least I saved you the horror. I do not dare ask, nor even wonder what else is in store for me this week.

Last Chance to Dance in 2008

2008-12-29T07:56:00.000-08:00

A fun way some of my friends have chosen to alert you of some very worthy Blogs, for your enjoyment.

Hope you have fun.Thanks to Jay & Deb, for a fun fall of Mission Monday.

Happy Christmas Eve

2008-12-24T11:00:00.000-08:00

So the big night is here. I am pretty sure the fat jolly dude has us on his route . I know the kids are excited about his visit and what may await them under the tree in the morning. They have been shaking presents trying to guess what might be inside. (Yeah, good luck with that.) I however, am wishing I could be with family. Gifts are so yesterday, but seeing family is very important. I will miss my dad's famous rock salt prime rib roast. I wonder what the Vegas line is on which brother will get the coveted left overs? I will miss seeing the faces of all the cousins as they interact with each other. I will miss the ageless jokes about my mother's awesome attempts to make dressing and fail painfully. (Honest, she had the best of intentions). The best was the year she made twice baked potatoes and when putting the cheese on top she forgot to remove that paper backing that separates the cheese in the package. Until my sister cut into hers, no one knew. I know it was not the eggnog because she does not drink. I chalk it up to the brain damage incurred from raising us five hellions. It seems that every year we revisit some of these and many more great moments in Elggren history. I am so very thankful for that which I do have.

I wish all of my family & friends and their families a very Merry Christmas.

For a good laugh go visit my friend The Mom for a very funny Christmas tale..

May God Bless you with warmth when it is cold outside. The warmth of good company in family & friends. And may the love and joy of the season fill your heart.

"She Said It's Cold Outside, and She Hands Me My Rain Coat."

2008-12-21T10:01:00.000-08:00

So, 12 inches of snow throughout Saturday, now 23 degrees and we have a 1/2 inch of freezing rain as a nice layer on top. Like icing on the cake. Can you say drop the hockey puck let's play? This is the most wintry weather we have had in Portland for a very long time. I love it. It reminds of the wintry beauty of Salt Lake City that I miss so. You see, you can shovel snow and it looks pretty.

Like the kids' snowman...er...snow penguin?

Fanciful Funny As Hell Friday

2008-12-18T20:50:00.000-08:00

So this will not have the same impact next week. That's why I thought I'd post it today. Enjoy! May your holiday gatherings be bright and may you all have a Very Merry Christmas. (I've been a very good boy Mrs. Claus)

I just share. I am a sharer.

A Thousand Word Thursday

2008-12-17T20:05:00.000-08:00

I heard a wicked rumor that just had to be dispelled. Just watch, It will warm your heart and make you laugh. Merry Christmas to all.

There's Snow In Them Thar Hills

2008-12-14T12:32:00.000-08:00

All told about 8 inches at 5pm. Beauty Eh? More to come they say.

Finally we got rid of the rain and got snow!!! With the daytime high expected to be around 31, which was at 7am this morning, our current temp is a balmy 28, headed for 18 with hardly any wind, making it toasty warm.

Anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely love the snow. Probably why my first job out of college was on the ski patrol at Park West, now The Canyons outside Salt Lake City. Snow provides such a beautiful blanket over the landscape, and is so peaceful. Hey Mom, note the snow wall that has begun from shoveling. (a family thing)

The kids have been out playing in the wintry wonderland for hours. When I asked if they wanted to come in for some warm lunch and take a break (dumb question for an 8 & 5 yr old) I got the look of disgust.

" No way dad, we have way too much to do."

I feel sorry for those poor suckers that have no clue on how to drive/navigate in these conditions. Just don't hit me, you flat-land, no driving skills geeks. Even some of the news channels preempt regular programming for most of the day to cover the "Arctic Blast". The entire region comes to a halt...it kinda makes me laugh. What are we talking about here, snow? They are predicting that we will not break 32 this week in Portland and more snow on the way. Maybe we will have our first white Christmas since moving here. It's snowylicious!

Daddy's Beautiful Girl

2008-12-11T16:57:00.000-08:00

I have been trying to force myself to slow down and smell the roses once and a while. As most of you know I live life at frenetic pace. This existence lends itself to missing some things. So today when Alayna came home from school and I saw how beautiful she looked, I first had to stop and compliment her, and then capture her on (OMG I almost said film) digital. Good thing she got her looks from her mom.

She has such a fun personality. She is so hopeful that we actually do get the snow they have been talking about this weekend on the valley floor. Hey, if it can snow in New Orleans today, why not here? I actually love snow and prefer it over the damned rain. Why do I live in Portland?? Hmmm, I guess I will have to reassess.

A Thousand Word Thursday

2008-12-10T20:27:00.000-08:00

And for an ever so brief moment the fighting, shoving, chasing and name calling was at a cease fire, just along enough for these two shots.

Those are family heirloom stockings made with great love, by hand, by the kids Aunts. Chaos and disorder has been reinstated. To make the spirits brighter this season Alayna came home from school today with her "NEW" recorder. You know, those really obnoxious, ear piercing mini frigging flute things. All the dogs in the neighborhood were in tears tonight. I may not be far behind. Merry Christmas to All.

Great Book for Teachers & Moms

2008-12-09T12:44:00.000-08:00

So I have to give credit where credit is due. My new friend,The Mom Jen came across this awesome book. Read her review and I am sure you would agree it sounds like a great book full of cathartic moments. If you're not sold then all the many reviews over on Amazon.com should do the trick.

Looking for the perfect Christmas gift for your child's teacher? Buy him or her

I Hate It When That Happens

2008-12-05T13:56:00.000-08:00

Gotta watch for the metal wing of the toy plane you are playing with during free time at Kindergarten Godzilla.

Yowzers !!!! That's going to leave a mark.