It hasn’t been my choice to disappear . . . I’ve written before, about “not making a priority” for key things in my life. And, as loathe as I am to say it, blogging has not been a priority as of late. Part of the story of why I haven’t been around here is quite… Continue reading Where I return with stories of changes, running, and of course, random
Category: Family
Where I share a few fun stories about my kids
Just before Thanksgiving, we went as a family to visit New York City, which included a trip over the river to Medieval Times. There, Leila got a “jewel,” a blue glass paperweight shaped like a cut gem. After the show, we went back to the hotel, and in the morning, the kids were playing with… Continue reading Where I share a few fun stories about my kids
Where I check in with some random
I ran the Harrisburg Marathon I fared a good bit better than I did during my last marathon. I came in nowhere close to the 4 hours in which I was hoping to finish, but I felt good about my effort. Basically, I started out really strong, and was feeling great. I don’t know if… Continue reading Where I check in with some random
Where I play my wife’s birthday game
All year, Duffy has been writing an acrostic for those most-meaningful to her, on their birthday. And, as today is her birthday, I figure it’s only fair to play along. Delightful Ubiquitous (as any good mother tends to be) Foxy Forgetful Young-at-heart Happy birthday, dear. I love you.
Where I look back over your last year
You can count to one-hundred . . . though sometimes you get tripped up somewhere between 13 & 17. And you’re right, it should be “tenty-one, tenty-two, tenty-three, tenty-four, tenty-five, tenty-six, tenty-seven, tenty-eight, tenty-nine.” Alas, the English language has a whole bunch of stuff that will never make sense to anyone. I’m not sure if… Continue reading Where I look back over your last year
Where I inspect humility
I don’t think it’s a surprise to any of you that I take Tang Soo Do with both of my children. As an adult, I stand in a strange place in class — I’m certainly a student, I don’t know everything I need to know, but I’m an adult, and a parent at that, and… Continue reading Where I inspect humility
Where nostalgia leads to ice cream and apples and childhood memories
There is something about this time of the year, and I just love it. The air is getting colder, but it’s not yet “cold.” Many a morning, I’ll find myself wanting to lie in the bed, blankets curled tight around me, living in that area between “asleep” and “dozing,” as a cool, crisp breeze comes… Continue reading Where nostalgia leads to ice cream and apples and childhood memories
Where I’m a bit random on a Friday
Work has been especially odd lately . . . I’m blaming myself for most of the bad stuff — basically, someone will come to me & ask “how long would it take to build a web app which can do this or that,” and I’ll give an answer. My problem is that, while I always… Continue reading Where I’m a bit random on a Friday
Where I wonder just what is running through my dog’s mind
Tuesdays are crazy days for me. As with every morning, I start at 5 by walking Benji, then deal with a choreographed routine mixing in a workout alongside: getting the kids dressed, making coffee, preparing lunches for the family, and ensuring said family gets out of the door. Once those essentials are out of the… Continue reading Where I wonder just what is running through my dog’s mind
Where, for better or for worse, my kids mimic me
I can still remember the night. I was in bed, watching TV with the whole family, drinking a glass of wine. With the wine in my hand, I got up out of bed and one of the dogs decided that, just then, was the right time to hop off of the bed. To not step… Continue reading Where, for better or for worse, my kids mimic me