Spending time with Adam today bowling.
Having lunch with my parents.
Chicken A'la Sue for dinner :)
Friday, November 4, 2011
30 Days of Thanks-Day 4
Today I am thankful for:
Spending time with Adam today bowling.
Having lunch with my parents.
Chicken A'la Sue for dinner :)
Spending time with Adam today bowling.
Having lunch with my parents.
Chicken A'la Sue for dinner :)
Thursday, November 3, 2011
30 Days of Thanks-Day 3
Today I am thankful for:
Being open to exploring what is possible
Having lunch with Adam and Laura
Running for no reason
Being open to exploring what is possible
Having lunch with Adam and Laura
Running for no reason
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
30 Days of Thanks-Day 2
Today I am thankful for:
Having lunch with an old friend.
Being able to exercise every day if I so choose
An e-mail from Kelly's Aunt Linda.
Having lunch with an old friend.
Being able to exercise every day if I so choose
An e-mail from Kelly's Aunt Linda.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
30 Days of Thanks-Day 1
Today I am thankful for:
My first run in 37 days. Being able to enjoy a beautiful fall day, the sound of leaves crunching underneath my feet as I ran. Hopeful that my Achilles heel has healed.
New friends I have made this year.
An unexpected visit from an old friend today.
Meditation and gratitude practice.
My family.
New friends I have made this year.
An unexpected visit from an old friend today.
Meditation and gratitude practice.
My family.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
29 years
Sue and I went on our first date 29 years ago today.
I worked for a 1/2 day at a house that I was framing in Cherry Hills.
I borrowed my father's Oldsmobile so I Sue wouldn't have to ride in my truck on our first date.
She greeted me at the door of her apartment. She was wearing a pretty white dress.
We had tickets to the theatre to see A Chorus Line.
We drove over to Simms Landing and had a late dinner. We sat in our little booth and talked for a long time, the things you do on first dates.
We drove back to her apartment. I sat nervously on the couch with her. It had been such a long time since I had been on a date with someone that I liked, someone I was attracted to and wanted to be with.
It probably took me half an hour or longer for me to finally ask her if I could kiss her. I was so nervous.
And she said yes and we kissed and we kissed and it was another world waiting for me there.
I wonder if she will say yes tonight?
I worked for a 1/2 day at a house that I was framing in Cherry Hills.
I borrowed my father's Oldsmobile so I Sue wouldn't have to ride in my truck on our first date.
She greeted me at the door of her apartment. She was wearing a pretty white dress.
We had tickets to the theatre to see A Chorus Line.
We drove over to Simms Landing and had a late dinner. We sat in our little booth and talked for a long time, the things you do on first dates.
We drove back to her apartment. I sat nervously on the couch with her. It had been such a long time since I had been on a date with someone that I liked, someone I was attracted to and wanted to be with.
It probably took me half an hour or longer for me to finally ask her if I could kiss her. I was so nervous.
And she said yes and we kissed and we kissed and it was another world waiting for me there.
I wonder if she will say yes tonight?
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Military Appreciation Day
I have been away from this space for almost three months. I am hoping I can get back to writing again.
I went to a Military Appreciation lunch last week hosted by the Parker Chamber of commerce.
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I came away from the meeting with a new found appreciation for, not just the men and women who serve us, take an oath to protect and defend the constition of our country, but for the families of these men and women.
There was a young woman who shared a story of the impact on their family during the Persian Gulf War. Her Dad was going to be deployed. He would leave for duty in two weeks.
Suddenly being the daughter of a military officer didn't equate to cool. Now it was scary.
The night before he was going to leave, he received notice that his deployment was delayed for two weeks. They had already said their good-byes and braced themselves for what was to come and now they would go through that again.
Two weeks passed and again his deployment would be delayed. This family lived this emotional roller coaster of not knowing over and over again for eight weeks. In the end her Dad never went to the Persian Gulf. The war ended before he was deployed and the seeds of fear of losing her Dad had been planted.
10 years later, she was teaching in an elementary school in Boston on 09/11. Her first thought on hearing of the terrorist attacks brought her fears back to the present. She was sure that this time, her Dad would be going to war. She called her father in tears, terrified that he would be called to fight this unseen enemy.
Her Dad told her to pull herself together, these kids need you to be strong. Now "Buckle Up". She broke down and had to be sent home.
Her Dad didn't go to war this time either. He eventually did go to war, and this time the enemy was cancer.
He died at the age of 58. She still lives the lessons her father taught her when she faces fear, "Pull yourself together and buckle down."
I had the honor to shake the hand of a chief warrant officer who served our country for 20 years and thank him for his service. It truly was an honor to be able to look him in the eye and to give thanks.
He gave me a brochure of poems he had written during his career. He warned me that I might need to have some kleenex nearby and he was right.
I have no frame of reference for what this is like to leave your family for an extended time. Earlier this year, I went to Charlotte for 3 1/2 weeks. I wasn't going to war, I would be safe and my family was safe and for me I still had that twinge of fear, uncertainty that would creep into my thoughts.
I can't imagine how these families are able to do this.
God bless our troops and their families.
I went to a Military Appreciation lunch last week hosted by the Parker Chamber of commerce.
There was a young woman who shared a story of the impact on their family during the Persian Gulf War. Her Dad was going to be deployed. He would leave for duty in two weeks.
Suddenly being the daughter of a military officer didn't equate to cool. Now it was scary.
The night before he was going to leave, he received notice that his deployment was delayed for two weeks. They had already said their good-byes and braced themselves for what was to come and now they would go through that again.
Two weeks passed and again his deployment would be delayed. This family lived this emotional roller coaster of not knowing over and over again for eight weeks. In the end her Dad never went to the Persian Gulf. The war ended before he was deployed and the seeds of fear of losing her Dad had been planted.
10 years later, she was teaching in an elementary school in Boston on 09/11. Her first thought on hearing of the terrorist attacks brought her fears back to the present. She was sure that this time, her Dad would be going to war. She called her father in tears, terrified that he would be called to fight this unseen enemy.
Her Dad told her to pull herself together, these kids need you to be strong. Now "Buckle Up". She broke down and had to be sent home.
Her Dad didn't go to war this time either. He eventually did go to war, and this time the enemy was cancer.
He died at the age of 58. She still lives the lessons her father taught her when she faces fear, "Pull yourself together and buckle down."
I had the honor to shake the hand of a chief warrant officer who served our country for 20 years and thank him for his service. It truly was an honor to be able to look him in the eye and to give thanks.
He gave me a brochure of poems he had written during his career. He warned me that I might need to have some kleenex nearby and he was right.
I have no frame of reference for what this is like to leave your family for an extended time. Earlier this year, I went to Charlotte for 3 1/2 weeks. I wasn't going to war, I would be safe and my family was safe and for me I still had that twinge of fear, uncertainty that would creep into my thoughts.
I can't imagine how these families are able to do this.
God bless our troops and their families.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
We are Columbine
Twelve years have passed.
KOA radio replayed the first 9-1-1 call that came in from the school as I was driving to work today.
So sad.
Some of these young people would be turning 30, having children, getting promoted. Life milestones that will never happen
13 voices silenced.
The weather today is gloomy, raining like it did after the shootings. The heavens wept for these young people and their families.
These are the names of Columbine.
Cassie Bernall, 17. Active in church youth programs and Bible study groups. Recently visited Britain. Favorite movie was Mel Gibson's ''Braveheart.''
Steven Curnow, 14. A freshman, dreamed of being a Navy top gun and piloting an F-16. Watched ''Star Wars'' movies so often he could recite dialogue. Played soccer as a boy; learned to referee to earn pocket money.
Corey DePooter, 17. Loved to golf, hunt and fish. Former wrestler. Had taken maintenance job at a golf club to save up for a boat with a friend. Good student.
Kelly Fleming, 16. Aspiring songwriter and author. Wrote scores of poems and short stories based on her life experiences. Was learning to play guitar. Had recently moved from Phoenix. Was eager to get her driver's license and part-time job.
Matthew Kechter, 16. A junior, had hoped to start for the football team. Lifted weights. Maintained A average.
Daniel Mauser, 15. A sophomore, excelled in math and science, and earned straight A's on last report card. Ran cross country and joined debate team.
Daniel Rohrbough, 15. Helped in his father's electronics business and worked on family farms in Kansas during the summer. Enjoyed computer games, stereos and home theater systems.
William ''Dave'' Sanders, 47. Columbine teacher for 24 years, including in business and science. Coached girls' basketball and softball. Married, three daughters and 10 grandchildren. Shot twice in chest while directing students down hallway to safety. Survived at least 3 1/2 hours.
Rachel Scott, 17. Played lead in a student-written play, ''Smoke in the Room.'' Active in Celebration Christian Fellowship church. Liked photography. During rampage, younger brother Craig, 16, played dead in library and helped lead others to safety.
Isaiah Shoels, 18. Due to graduate in May. Suffered health problems as a child and had heart surgery twice. Wanted to attend an arts college and become a music executive. Small in stature but lifted weights and played football and wrestled.
John Tomlin, 16. Enjoyed driving off-road in his beat-up Chevy pickup. Worked after school in gardening store and belonged to a church youth group. Went on missionary trip to Mexico and built a house for the poor. Wanted to enlist in the Army.
Lauren Townsend, 18. Captain of girls' varsity volleyball team, coached by her mother. Member of the National Honor Society and candidate for valedictorian. Wanted to major in biology in college.
Kyle Velasquez, 16. Had attended Columbine only three months. Loved computers, the Denver Broncos and dreamed of joining the Navy, as his father had. Devoted to family. Buried with full military honors at Fort Logan National Cemetery in Denver.
We are Columbine.
KOA radio replayed the first 9-1-1 call that came in from the school as I was driving to work today.
So sad.
Some of these young people would be turning 30, having children, getting promoted. Life milestones that will never happen
13 voices silenced.
The weather today is gloomy, raining like it did after the shootings. The heavens wept for these young people and their families.
These are the names of Columbine.
Cassie Bernall, 17. Active in church youth programs and Bible study groups. Recently visited Britain. Favorite movie was Mel Gibson's ''Braveheart.''
Steven Curnow, 14. A freshman, dreamed of being a Navy top gun and piloting an F-16. Watched ''Star Wars'' movies so often he could recite dialogue. Played soccer as a boy; learned to referee to earn pocket money.
Corey DePooter, 17. Loved to golf, hunt and fish. Former wrestler. Had taken maintenance job at a golf club to save up for a boat with a friend. Good student.
Kelly Fleming, 16. Aspiring songwriter and author. Wrote scores of poems and short stories based on her life experiences. Was learning to play guitar. Had recently moved from Phoenix. Was eager to get her driver's license and part-time job.
Matthew Kechter, 16. A junior, had hoped to start for the football team. Lifted weights. Maintained A average.
Daniel Mauser, 15. A sophomore, excelled in math and science, and earned straight A's on last report card. Ran cross country and joined debate team.
Daniel Rohrbough, 15. Helped in his father's electronics business and worked on family farms in Kansas during the summer. Enjoyed computer games, stereos and home theater systems.
William ''Dave'' Sanders, 47. Columbine teacher for 24 years, including in business and science. Coached girls' basketball and softball. Married, three daughters and 10 grandchildren. Shot twice in chest while directing students down hallway to safety. Survived at least 3 1/2 hours.
Rachel Scott, 17. Played lead in a student-written play, ''Smoke in the Room.'' Active in Celebration Christian Fellowship church. Liked photography. During rampage, younger brother Craig, 16, played dead in library and helped lead others to safety.
Isaiah Shoels, 18. Due to graduate in May. Suffered health problems as a child and had heart surgery twice. Wanted to attend an arts college and become a music executive. Small in stature but lifted weights and played football and wrestled.
John Tomlin, 16. Enjoyed driving off-road in his beat-up Chevy pickup. Worked after school in gardening store and belonged to a church youth group. Went on missionary trip to Mexico and built a house for the poor. Wanted to enlist in the Army.
Lauren Townsend, 18. Captain of girls' varsity volleyball team, coached by her mother. Member of the National Honor Society and candidate for valedictorian. Wanted to major in biology in college.
Kyle Velasquez, 16. Had attended Columbine only three months. Loved computers, the Denver Broncos and dreamed of joining the Navy, as his father had. Devoted to family. Buried with full military honors at Fort Logan National Cemetery in Denver.
We are Columbine.
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