Thursday, November 11, 2010

Today and every day.

You know who you are.
You made choices that changed your life forever.
Those choices affected the lives of those around you and countless others.
Those choices reach far beyond the moment and into future generations.

How does a person properly acknowledge this? Words seem small and ill equipped to convey the true meaning behind them, but they are all we have. They are the only tools at our disposal to recognize those who truly do a job that most Americans won’t do.

So, to all of you who have served, thank you.

To all of you who are still serving, thank you.

To those thinking of serving, thank you.

Sunday, November 7, 2010


Really, I’ve been trying hard to come up with stuff for this. It’s not for lack of material or ideas, but more often than not, I sit and wonder what it’s all for? Is it for me? Is it for The Girl? Trust me, we both know my thoughts. I live with them and she with me and, since she seems to be my only follower and reader, it seems pretty pointless to sit and write them out. It may come as a surprise, but I’m not a “hey, look at me!” kinda guy. Do I even have anything new to say? This post has probably been written in one form or another by someone else. I’m sorry, I’m going in circles and starting to even bore myself.
Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I won’t focus so much on the why and wherefores and just go ahead and do it.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Day three

So, I'm not going to lie. I've got nuthin'. No funnies, no weapies, no blah-blah-blah. I wonder if I'll make it though the entire month.

Stay tuned......

Tuesday, November 2, 2010


"This has to be the longest run on sentence in the history of the world. Oh well, I never said they would be quality posts. Say, where's yours? C'mon, it's day two. Where's your post for today?"

And then she stole my last Whopper.

Not a "May I have that please?", just *snatch* and it was gone.

Had she asked, she would have gotten, "Why, of course, my dear. I will gladly give you my last Whopper. You are the light of my life and to give you my last succulent globe of sugary goodness wrapped in tasty chocolate would make me the happiest man in the world."


There is no justice in this world.

What's mine is mine and what's yours is mine too.

Oh well. Perhaps I'll just fall asleep early tonight. That'll show her. Take my last Whopper? No nookie for you!

BTW - I hope you voted today. If you didn't, you forfeit your right to complain about how bad Government is. If you're not part of the process, you're part of the problem.

'Nuff said.

Monday, November 1, 2010

One Year Later….

I started this thing last year at the urging of my girlfriend (significant other, partner in crime, etc.). Well, maybe “urging” isn’t quite right. Honestly, I don’t know exactly what prompted me to do it other than, “Sure, why the hell not?” Either way, here I am a year later and what do I have to say?

Way to go SF Giants!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

The calm before the storm

Rising early, I met the coming day with a sense of anticipation, a modicum of dread, and just a bit of awww, as in, “Awwww, we’re having our first major holiday together in our home”. I stepped outside to gather my thoughts in the soft morning glow and was greeted by the calls of roosters on the farms nearby. Somewhere else a dog howled mournfully, probably due to it being rather chilly at this point in the day. The best part though, were the calls of the turkeys. It was difficult to tell whether they were excited to know they had been spared this year or if what I heard were lamentations for their fallen brethren. Either way, it made an interesting start to the day.

The Girl and I had talked about this day weeks ago. What began with just a quick thought passing between us, evolved into a day filled with laughter and joy. The Boy and his Cousin played throughout the day, wrestling, running around, screaming, yelling and pretty much being constantly underfoot while Mr. Cat tried desperately to find a place where they weren’t. Personally, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I come from a large family – 6 of us kids split evenly along party lines, but separated quite oddly by our ages. The three older ones being a year apart, a 4 year break and then myself (my parents probably needed it), another break (I KNOW they needed it) and then my two younger sisters, also separated by 3 or 4 years. I try not to think of my parents consciously ‘planning’ because that brings too many other thoughts to the table. I choose to think that their plan was as simple as they go through each day – live life as it comes with the faith that the answers needed to surmount any obstacles will come, while also remembering that they must play an active role to achieve success. My parents’ faith is strong, but it’s also interlaced with realism.

They taught all of us to enjoy life and to remember to be thankful for all we receive, both the good and the not so good. As we children have grown into adulthood, we may have taken different paths when it comes to how we believe and incorporate their teachings, but the base is the same and it’s very strong. While I may have chosen not to practice as they do, it doesn’t mean that I have walked away from that base. I have a simpler way of looking at things and He and I have an understanding – I don’t ask for things I don’t need and He doesn’t give me things I don’t want or things I can’t get through. When I do need a bit of help, I usually call on my namesake, simply because I figure He has enough on his hands currently. As the patron Saint of “hopeless cases and lost causes”, St Jude has always been by my side. Not too shabby to have a personal guardian of such stature.

And now, at the end of the day after a wonderful meal with all the trimmings, I find it a bit difficult to grab all the esoteric things to be thankful for and reshape them into tangible assets. There are, of course, the obvious things: my parents, brothers, sisters and their progeny. They are in my thoughts each day as I’m sure I am in theirs. There are other things that are new to me and so I suppose today it’s important to recognize their significance. I’m thankful not only for the roof over my head and because it’s not just a house, but a home and that I have a wonderful person by my side who helps to make it that way. I’m thankful to be in the presence of a child that helps me to be a better person and who also allows me to teach him what I have learned. I have a second family that has welcomed me into their hearts as well as their homes and friends that accept me as I am while also helping me to grow within myself. I’m thankful for my abilities as well as for the faith and confidence that things will change and my talents will be recognized and appreciated once again. I’m thankful that during this time I’m on a ‘forced vacation’, I can be of service to others. I’m even thankful for the trials and tribulations of life because they strengthen me while teaching me new things about the world around me. I am thankful today and every day for these things and all the other unnamed ones.

I hope that all of you can find something to be thankful for and, maybe more importantly, be someone that others can give thanks for as well.

Friday, November 13, 2009

And now for something completely different....

No, not a man (or his brother) with a tape recorder up his nose or any of the wonderfully silly things that Mr. Cleese introduced. Not the slowly fading green of the back yard (even the weeds add to the ambiance), the soft violence of the trees shedding their frocks, or the impending craziness of the holidays rushing up upon us. They exist whether locked up in digital limbo to be brought out when a giggle is desired, or forced upon us to prove that we have no true power to stop them. Time passes and memories are an instant away from being deleted with the touch of a button. Change is a universal constant.

I'm still getting used to many things: The almost daily visits of George, The Orange Fence Cat; the soft *tap*tap*tap* of the scrub jays hammering winter stores into the lawn, meticulously camouflaging them only to have a squirrel come along and "re-hide" them; another day of making busy work to fill the time that would have normally been spent keeping a network from crashing around my ears, all while trying to find the next career.

Maybe this would normally be a 12/31-1/1 post, but looking back over the expanse of the past year or so, I find that I have gone through some incredible changes. I have found a new life. One that is more complete than it has been previously. Ever. That whole "it's the journey that matters" pop-philosophy thing keeps running through my head. The path here has been circuitous and, at many times, crazy, yet the arrival of this particular moment is a significant stopping point. A rest stop on the road that is for reflection as much as for relief.

I'm happy. Truly happier than I have been for most of my life. There is something about being that person in someone's life who is needed, wanted, desired, and respected above all others that can be the best gift anyone can ever receive. As I stand here on the cusp of my 43rd year, I am thankful for the journey and all the lessons I have learned. More than that, however, I am thankful for the arrival of this point in time. It is a testament to my strength in overcoming adversity and my ability to enjoy life for all the things it brings, both good and bad. Life is what you make it, not what is made for you.

Thank you to all who have brought me here and thanks for all the lessons you have taught me. Without you or those experiences, I would not be the person I am today. Thank you for showing me the esoteric "could be" and ultimately helping me to make it become real. Thank you for allowing me to grow beyond what was and into what is. Thank you for helping me realize that there is more to life than what I was previously offered, that I don't have to settle, that I don't have to just accept what is put in front of me, but that there is a whole menu of selections awaiting me.

On a day that is normally filled with dread and dismay, I stand facing the sun, warmed by it and my good fortune.