I ran 6.6 miles, today. That is 10% more distance that last Saturday.
Yup. Marathon training has begun.
For the past several months, I have been doing what I guess could be called "maintenance" exercising. Just trying to maintain a base level of fitness. I have tried to exercise 4 or 5 days a week, mixing it up with running, cycling class, swimming, and some weights. I have done this because I knew I'd be facing a tough marathon training regime starting in mid February.
And, here we are.
To train for a marathon, I have to build up the endurance to be able to keep my body moving for miles upon miles. It is not something than can be done cold turkey. Not without damaging your body. The pounding of 26.2 miles can only be endured with a body that has been slowly toughened up for it. At least, I hope it can be endured! I have to tell you, this race scares me more than anything I have yet done. Not even the half ironman scared me the way this running distance does.
So, every Saturday workout now becomes my "long run". I have deleted the pool from my Saturday lineup (I'm sad about that) so that I can focus exclusively on piling the miles on. Every Saturday will be a 10% increase from the previous week. That is just a small enough increase each week to prevent injury (I hope). Meanwhile, my weekday workouts will slowly build, too.
Actually, most of my weekday workouts will remain exactly the same. But within a few weeks, my Wednesday run will start to build mileage, too. It will stay at approximately 1/2 the distance of the Saturday long run. So, when Saturday's run hits 10 miles, Wednesday's run will be 5 miles. The rest of my week will stay the same. Mondays are 30 minutes of sprints and 1 hour of pool. Tuesdays are 1 hour cycle class and 30 min. arm weights. Wednesday was 1 hour cycle class and 30 minute run, but that will change, now. And Thursday is 60 minute intervals run. Friday and Sunday are my rest days.
I can only hope that the weather decides to cooperate and bring an early spring so I'm not stuck running 10+ miles around and around the indoor track in a mind-numbingly endless loop.
Here's a cute track story for you...
This morning as I was running my miles on the track, there was a family also exercising on the track. Their little boy looked to be about 4 years old. I was the only endurance runner on the track, and he noticed me running past. At one point, he was sitting with his big sister on the bench when he saw me approach. He quickly jumped up and started racing me! I matched his pace and he made it nearly one full lap of the track before he had to fall out of the race. I gave him a big cheeky grin and a high five for racing me. That did it! He sat in wait for me and "raced" me at least 5 more times, each time getting a high five. His momma and his grandmama both got a big kick out of it. So did I!
Senior Registration - Part 2
Wednesday's registration went off without a single hiccup! HOORAY!
I admit, I borrow trouble on a regular basis. On Wednesday afternoon, I hurriedly shut down my classroom early in order to make sure I made it home in plenty of time to sign into class registration at exactly 3:00. I worried that I'd be stuck in traffic, or that I'd get pulled over and ticketed (so I did NOT speed), or that some less than brilliant individual would unexpectedly pull their minivan in front of me, causing a crash (like that would ever happen...)
Thankfully, none of the above occurred and I arrived at home with almost 30 minutes to spare.
Why exactly 3:00, you ask? Because that was the moment the registration portal opened... and classes fill up on a first come, first served basis. If you aren't quick enough, the carefully designed schedule you and your child spent several days constructing could go up in smoke. That happened to us one year. I had troubles with signing in that put me 5 minutes behind the curve. Only 5 minutes. We were left scrambling to try and construct an acceptable schedule on the fly as classes literally got pulled out from under us right and left. What a nightmare!
But not this time! I was in and out and on my way in five minutes! Of course, I only had to build half of a schedule. Here it is...
A DAYS
A1 Seminary
A2 AP Calculus AB
B DAYS
B1 English 12
B2 Government/Citizenship (Sem 1) - Weight Training (Sem 2)
That's it! Will has all his science requirements done. In fact, he has all his math requirements done, too. That calculus class is being taken as an elective.
I'm glad I was able to get in successfully, because 4 of the 5 classes I signed him up for were full only moments after I was done. Weight training was the only one not filled. That class will be mixed with younger kids.
Will is going to be done at the high school at 10:30 every morning. That will give him time to come home and eat an early lunch before heading off to his afternoon class at Mountainland Applied Technology College. I have not yet signed him up for that class, because I have to wait for the admissions to come available. That won't be until sometime this summer. But I have spoken to the secretary, gotten his demographics entered in their online system, and am setting up an appointment with the counselor there. He will be in class at the college from 11:30 until 2:30 every day, learning all sorts of computery stuff.
I think he will be very happy. All that time just focusing on computers. Also, high school has not been a great time for him. His "friends" have turned out to not be very great friends, after all, so I'm hoping he'll meet some new people over at the IT class. It should be full of high school seniors from schools all over the valley who are all into computer stuff.
In the meantime, Will is still planning on joining the National Guard on his 17th birthday and spending this coming summer at basic training! More on this later...
I admit, I borrow trouble on a regular basis. On Wednesday afternoon, I hurriedly shut down my classroom early in order to make sure I made it home in plenty of time to sign into class registration at exactly 3:00. I worried that I'd be stuck in traffic, or that I'd get pulled over and ticketed (so I did NOT speed), or that some less than brilliant individual would unexpectedly pull their minivan in front of me, causing a crash (like that would ever happen...)
Thankfully, none of the above occurred and I arrived at home with almost 30 minutes to spare.
Why exactly 3:00, you ask? Because that was the moment the registration portal opened... and classes fill up on a first come, first served basis. If you aren't quick enough, the carefully designed schedule you and your child spent several days constructing could go up in smoke. That happened to us one year. I had troubles with signing in that put me 5 minutes behind the curve. Only 5 minutes. We were left scrambling to try and construct an acceptable schedule on the fly as classes literally got pulled out from under us right and left. What a nightmare!
But not this time! I was in and out and on my way in five minutes! Of course, I only had to build half of a schedule. Here it is...
A DAYS
A1 Seminary
A2 AP Calculus AB
B DAYS
B1 English 12
B2 Government/Citizenship (Sem 1) - Weight Training (Sem 2)
That's it! Will has all his science requirements done. In fact, he has all his math requirements done, too. That calculus class is being taken as an elective.
I'm glad I was able to get in successfully, because 4 of the 5 classes I signed him up for were full only moments after I was done. Weight training was the only one not filled. That class will be mixed with younger kids.
Will is going to be done at the high school at 10:30 every morning. That will give him time to come home and eat an early lunch before heading off to his afternoon class at Mountainland Applied Technology College. I have not yet signed him up for that class, because I have to wait for the admissions to come available. That won't be until sometime this summer. But I have spoken to the secretary, gotten his demographics entered in their online system, and am setting up an appointment with the counselor there. He will be in class at the college from 11:30 until 2:30 every day, learning all sorts of computery stuff.
I think he will be very happy. All that time just focusing on computers. Also, high school has not been a great time for him. His "friends" have turned out to not be very great friends, after all, so I'm hoping he'll meet some new people over at the IT class. It should be full of high school seniors from schools all over the valley who are all into computer stuff.
In the meantime, Will is still planning on joining the National Guard on his 17th birthday and spending this coming summer at basic training! More on this later...
Senior Registration - Part 1
I can't believe it is here already! It is registration time for Will's Senior year in high school.
My baby.
Ugh. I know he'll hate me saying that. After all, he's a lean 6'1"teenager, now. He has big hands and big feet, and he has to practically fold himself in half just to hug me these days.
There is so much potential hanging around him that it is practically a vibrating force. I can feel it. He is thinking about and planning for the future. More on that in another post sometime later, though...
Will has almost all his graduation requirements filled. He still needs a senior English class, and the Government/Citizenship class that all seniors are required to take. Other than that, he needs 5 elective credits. So, just 6.5 credits stand between him and graduation. And a schedule that has slots for 8 potential credits.
Here's the plan as it stands today...
He'll take Senior English and AP Calculus AB (first semester college calculus). Both are full year classes. He'll take Gov/Cit first semester, and weight training second semester. And he'll take release time for seminary, which won't earn any credits, of course. That will all be scheduled in his mornings. The mornings net 3 credits for him.
In the afternoons, he'll leave the high school campus and travel over to the MATC (Mountainland Applied Technology College) campus at Thanksgiving Point for their Information Technology certification course all year. In this course, he'll get a chance to certify in A+, Network+, Linux+, Security+, and a bunch of other stuff that means absolutely nothing to me and just looks like a bunch of letters strung together.
The Tech college and the high school have an agreement. He can take the tech college class and receive high school credits! Four of them, in fact. And, the courses are tuition free to high school students! This class normally has a $2,000 tuition fee, so it is really great that he can take it free while still in high school! There is a lab fee of a couple hundred dollars, but I'll gladly pay that to give him a head start in a field he is interested in.
If we manage to build the schedule we have planned, it will give him 7 credits to finish high school.
High school registration was supposed to happen at 3:00 this afternoon, but the district is experiencing some network hardware malfunctions, so registration has been postponed to Wednesday.
So, Part 2 of this post will come later this week when we have successfully managed to get Will signed up for the classes he wants.
Stay tuned!
My baby.
Ugh. I know he'll hate me saying that. After all, he's a lean 6'1"teenager, now. He has big hands and big feet, and he has to practically fold himself in half just to hug me these days.
There is so much potential hanging around him that it is practically a vibrating force. I can feel it. He is thinking about and planning for the future. More on that in another post sometime later, though...
Will has almost all his graduation requirements filled. He still needs a senior English class, and the Government/Citizenship class that all seniors are required to take. Other than that, he needs 5 elective credits. So, just 6.5 credits stand between him and graduation. And a schedule that has slots for 8 potential credits.
Here's the plan as it stands today...
He'll take Senior English and AP Calculus AB (first semester college calculus). Both are full year classes. He'll take Gov/Cit first semester, and weight training second semester. And he'll take release time for seminary, which won't earn any credits, of course. That will all be scheduled in his mornings. The mornings net 3 credits for him.
In the afternoons, he'll leave the high school campus and travel over to the MATC (Mountainland Applied Technology College) campus at Thanksgiving Point for their Information Technology certification course all year. In this course, he'll get a chance to certify in A+, Network+, Linux+, Security+, and a bunch of other stuff that means absolutely nothing to me and just looks like a bunch of letters strung together.
The Tech college and the high school have an agreement. He can take the tech college class and receive high school credits! Four of them, in fact. And, the courses are tuition free to high school students! This class normally has a $2,000 tuition fee, so it is really great that he can take it free while still in high school! There is a lab fee of a couple hundred dollars, but I'll gladly pay that to give him a head start in a field he is interested in.
If we manage to build the schedule we have planned, it will give him 7 credits to finish high school.
High school registration was supposed to happen at 3:00 this afternoon, but the district is experiencing some network hardware malfunctions, so registration has been postponed to Wednesday.
So, Part 2 of this post will come later this week when we have successfully managed to get Will signed up for the classes he wants.
Stay tuned!
Snow and Ice
When I posted these pictures, I intended to fill the space around them with words, but I got sidetracked. It happens. Often, in fact. So, now I'll just do that and fill in with some thoughts.
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| Will walking ON THE ROAD to go shovel our front walk. |
We got a couple of back to back snow storms that laid down a significant amount of snow. About 18" at our house. The side roads were a MESS, though the main roads were well plowed. The snow and the COLD temperatures make me want to stay in my house until the big thaw... sometime in March. It is even hard to make myself change clothes and head to the gym.
Don't get me wrong. We have the heater running in the house. Duh. But, for some reason, the house just feels cold. It is funny how the thermostat can say 70 degrees and you still feel the arctic-ness of the air.
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| The view from my classroom window. |
We had a couple of weeks straight of inside recesses. The air was either too cold (the highs were in the teens) or too polluted by the inversion that was making the air so cold. It made for extra squirrelly kids.
I should also note that before the big snow storms, we had an ice storm. The inversion trapped exceptionally cold air at ground level and allowed a warm front to slide right over the top. The upper (warm) clouds rained on us, but by the time the water droplets hit the ground, they had formed freezing rain that stuck to everything and left a layer of ice everywhere.
I knew it was going to happen. My phone had sent me a storm advisory the night before. Still, I let Will drive to school that morning. I really regret that decision, now. Will got into a fender bender in the high school parking lot. A car pulled in front of him, and when he hit the breaks, there was no traction on the ice at all. He slid on the black ice and hit the other car. It was in a parking lot, so finding fault is problematic. There were no citations issued and it was chalked up to hazardous weather conditions. The cops had their hands full that day and I'm sure a minor fender bender at the high school was the least of their worries. Still, the front bumper of the Expedition is pushed in and in need of repair, so we are short one car for the time being. So now both the kids have been in accidents in the last few months. I can only hope that this means that they have both gained wisdom and experience that will lead to many years of safe, accident free driving!
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Krav Maga
Helena will laugh at me for this post. She thinks I am WAY too into this.
Maybe I am.
My principal, Karl, sent out an e-mail letting the faculty know that Krav Maga Utah would be offering a free four part workshop in self defense to all interested school employees. I was interested, so decided to go check it out.
Krav Maga is a fighting technique developed by the Israeli Defense Force. It is more like street fighting than martial arts. There is more emphasis on overcoming the disadvantage of being on the defensive and ending the fight quickly and victoriously.
On the first day of the workshop, the instructors taught us fighting stance and how to punch and kick. We partnered up and took turns being the attacker and the defender. We used hand-held punching bags, called 'tombstones', holding them so we could actually punch and kick each other without any serious damage.
I came away from that first workshop with bruised and aching hands, but I felt really good about it. I got lucky in my sparring partner. She was young and willing to fight hard. I found out at the second workshop just how lucky I had been in my partner on the first day.
At workshop no. 2, I initially partnered up with an older lady who did NOT want to put full energy into kicking and punching. I was getting frustrated, because I wanted to really practice, not pantomime everything! Thankfully, I managed to trade partners and got another young woman who wanted to go all out.
At workshop no. 2 we learned how to defend and counter attack against a knife wielding assailant. After practicing the basics, the instructors handed us rubber knifes and had us take turns attacking each other with them. The defense is simple and agressive and leaves bruises all over the arms if done properly. So, I am sporting a collection of colorful bruises all over my forearms. The real key to defense seems to be in focusing your anger at being attacked into agressive action to bring down the assailant as quickly as possible by using every dirty trick you can muster. Block the knife while bashing in the face, use the moment of surprise to pulse forward and shove the assailant's knife wielding arm behind his back in a very uncomfortable position while kneeing him violently and repeatedly in the crotch. If all goes well, he'll be bleeding profusely from a broken nose, and doubled over to protect the family jewels... too busy trying to avoid your blows to remember he is even holding a knife.
I admit, I get some grim satisfaction out of that image.
The instructors showed us how to disarm your opponent and said that their rule is that the moment you are able to kill is the moment you should stop. However, he also said that no one would blame a teacher for following through with the kill, if given the opportunity.
You have to remember, this training is not just so I can protect myself. They are offering this defensive training to teachers for a reason.
Next week's workshop is about defending against an assailant armed with a gun.
I'm looking forward to it.
Maybe I am.
My principal, Karl, sent out an e-mail letting the faculty know that Krav Maga Utah would be offering a free four part workshop in self defense to all interested school employees. I was interested, so decided to go check it out.
Krav Maga is a fighting technique developed by the Israeli Defense Force. It is more like street fighting than martial arts. There is more emphasis on overcoming the disadvantage of being on the defensive and ending the fight quickly and victoriously.
On the first day of the workshop, the instructors taught us fighting stance and how to punch and kick. We partnered up and took turns being the attacker and the defender. We used hand-held punching bags, called 'tombstones', holding them so we could actually punch and kick each other without any serious damage.
I came away from that first workshop with bruised and aching hands, but I felt really good about it. I got lucky in my sparring partner. She was young and willing to fight hard. I found out at the second workshop just how lucky I had been in my partner on the first day.
At workshop no. 2, I initially partnered up with an older lady who did NOT want to put full energy into kicking and punching. I was getting frustrated, because I wanted to really practice, not pantomime everything! Thankfully, I managed to trade partners and got another young woman who wanted to go all out.
At workshop no. 2 we learned how to defend and counter attack against a knife wielding assailant. After practicing the basics, the instructors handed us rubber knifes and had us take turns attacking each other with them. The defense is simple and agressive and leaves bruises all over the arms if done properly. So, I am sporting a collection of colorful bruises all over my forearms. The real key to defense seems to be in focusing your anger at being attacked into agressive action to bring down the assailant as quickly as possible by using every dirty trick you can muster. Block the knife while bashing in the face, use the moment of surprise to pulse forward and shove the assailant's knife wielding arm behind his back in a very uncomfortable position while kneeing him violently and repeatedly in the crotch. If all goes well, he'll be bleeding profusely from a broken nose, and doubled over to protect the family jewels... too busy trying to avoid your blows to remember he is even holding a knife.
I admit, I get some grim satisfaction out of that image.
The instructors showed us how to disarm your opponent and said that their rule is that the moment you are able to kill is the moment you should stop. However, he also said that no one would blame a teacher for following through with the kill, if given the opportunity.
You have to remember, this training is not just so I can protect myself. They are offering this defensive training to teachers for a reason.
Next week's workshop is about defending against an assailant armed with a gun.
I'm looking forward to it.
Frajeezing
I am so freaking tired of the snow. Really.
The holidays are over. I am ready for spring.
Too bad we are stuck with two more months of this.
Christmas 2012
Christmas Eve brought snow! It reminded me of that old children's cartoon, "Frosty, the Snowman"... because in that story, Frosty was made from magical "Christmas snow", which allowed him to come to life.
There is something rather "magical" about Christmas snow. It really makes it feel more Christmasy, if that makes any sense.
We spent Christmas Eve doing some last minute shopping, and stopping at the local sport store to rent our skis and snowboards for our annual Christmas Day ski trip. It snowed all day.
We had a quiet, traditional Christmas Eve dinner with the kids. Christmas morning was also pretty calm, since the kids are now at that age where we have to wake them up to open presents. With breakfast and presents out of the way, we gathered in front of my computer to have a Christmas morning Skype call with Matt, who is living back in San Diego again. It was really fun to get to talk to him. After our visit with Matt, we bundled up and headed up to Brighton Ski Resort.
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| Helena and I at the beginning of our ski afternoon. |
It was cold, cold, cold... but sunny!
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| Helena and Will next to the Explorer lift. |
I spent most of the day on the Explorer lift/run. Essentially, the bunny hill. However, Brighton's bunny hill leaves the one at Sundance in shame! Sundance's bunny hill is a tiny straight slope with a rope tow, while Brighton's has a lift and is actually a shortish green dot slope. It took next to no time to ski down it, and as the afternoon wore on, the lift line for it got longer, and longer! After a while, skiing it became a matter of maneuvering around all the learners sitting down on the slope, and the whole run became shadowy and cold as the sun sank. My feet hurt like none other, because, although the boots felt like they fit when I rented them the night before, they were, in fact, too small and pinched my feet. I mostly just tried to ignore it.
Will's heart didn't seem to be into skiing that day, and he disappeared to do his own thing after only a little while. Meanwhile, Bill and Helena found a snowboarder dude Helena's same age who agreed to join her and give her tips and pointers on how to snowboard. He didn't seem too put out about it, either. I kept taking the Explorer lift and chatting with everyone I rode up with. I never once met another local. Everyone I met was from somewhere out of state. I met a couple from Mexico, a group from Arizona, someone from Wisconsin, and someone from Oklahoma. Helena's snowboard buddy was from Wyoming.
Later in the afternoon, Bill began trying to convince me to change over to the Majestic lift, which was in full sun. I kept telling him I was happy where I was, but he eventually convinced me that there were easy slopes on the Majestic, and lots less people.
There were less people. It was sunnier.
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| Bill and I at the top of the Majestic lift. |
The thing about the Majestic is that it takes you to several different slope options. Some green dot (easy), some blue square (moderate). The ride up on the lift was FREEZING! The wind at the top was whipping ice crystals into our faces as we got off the lift. Bill started down the slope directly to the right of the lift and I tried to follow...
IT WAS TERRIFYING! It was so much steeper than what I had just left! I was so upset that I am afraid I was not very nice to Bill. I steered myself to a lift support post and crashed into it in order to stop myself from careening down the mountain. I think it is obvious by now that I am not alpine skiing material. Maybe I'm more of a cross country ski type. I took off the skis and walked down that first run. It seemed like the slope got more gentle after that, so I put the skis back on and snow plowed down the rest of the mountain. It seemed to take FOREVER because the Majestic takes you much further up the mountain. My legs were shaky and very sore by the time I made it back to the lodge.
And, oh!, my feet HURT! I hobbled inside and worked on getting those boots off my feet. You know that feeling when you hit your funny bone? My feet were screaming with that tingling sensation when I finally managed to get the boots off.
We joined the kids in the cafe for just a little bit before loading up the car and heading for home.
We found out later that the first slope directly to the right of the lift is a blue square (moderate), not a green dot (easy). We should have gone farther to the right for the green dot run. Harumph. So now I feel like I have to go back and conquer that slope, this time actually sticking to the green dot course so I don't flip out. I'll let you know if I ever manage it.
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| Don't let the casual pose fool you, it was frajeezing! My hands hurt just to have them out of the gloves during the picture! |
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| Headed back home, all tired out! |
National Guard Weekend
Last week Will asked if we would mind if he joined the local National Guard unit for a weekend drill as a guest of one of the members; a boy in his grade. I was a little surprised that a) he was allowed to join a drill weekend as a guest, and b) that he wanted to do that rather than go skiing. Still, I said "Of course you can" and signed the liability release form (a form some have jokingly called the 'Death Waiver').
Friday night we had tickets for the whole family to go see The Hobbit in the theaters. Will decided not to join us, however, since the movie went late and he planned to leave the house at 6 am Saturday morning. So, we went to the movies without him and he went to bed early. I got up early on Saturday morning to see him off on his weekend of adventure. I really had no idea what he'd be doing. I just hoped that he'd enjoy whatever it was.
He got home Sunday evening. He told stories of being issued an M-16 (unloaded) and being taught how to dismantle, clean, and reassemble it. They had drills on speed and accuracy. They worked as teams to dismantle, clean, and reassemble grenade launchers. He also told of learning hand to hand combat techniques and practicing choke holds on each other. One soldier passed out because he failed to "tap out", or let his sparring partner know when to release him. He told us about time spent in classrooms, the 'chow hall', and PT (physical training... sit ups, pushups and the like). He told us how the sergent and other active duty members jokingly called him "Ron Weasley" (for his long red hair) and how the sarge would say "10 points for Griffindor!" whenever Will did something well. The joking and teasing was done in good humor, though, and he always felt welcomed by everyone there. He told us about experiencing simulated combat using an assault riffle attached to a compressor (shooting at video projections, not real people) and how much different it was from a video game. More sobering and scary. He told us it was the longest weekend of his life, and he told us he wants to join.
He wants to join the National Guard when he turns 17. That will be this coming May and he'll need a signed permission form from us to do so. He plans to serve in the National Guard while going to college, then joining the Army once he has graduated. He is still interested in majoring in Computer Science. He is interested in either working with the rovers (unmanned tanks) or on developing combat training simulators.
In the meantime, he has been invited to continue participating in drill weekends with the National Guard unit, and wants to get his ACUs (training uniform) right away. He wants to officially join in May, after his 17th birthday, and hopefully go to basic training this coming summer.
We had Will's SEOP (Student Educational Occupation Plan) with the high school counsellor today. That's a meeting to make sure that the student is on track for high school graduation, and for making post high school plans. Mr. Bayles, the counsellor, asked me how I felt about all of this (after Will told him his plans). I am proud of my son and support him all the way in his desires to serve his country and go to college at the same time!
This may seem a strange post to follow my post about too much violence. However, I can't help but feel proud of my son for wanting to do his duty for his country! The military is the right setting for assault weapons and the military is the place to learn their proper use... in the defense of our country and our freedoms!
So, yes. I will sign the papers in May if that is still his wish.
Friday night we had tickets for the whole family to go see The Hobbit in the theaters. Will decided not to join us, however, since the movie went late and he planned to leave the house at 6 am Saturday morning. So, we went to the movies without him and he went to bed early. I got up early on Saturday morning to see him off on his weekend of adventure. I really had no idea what he'd be doing. I just hoped that he'd enjoy whatever it was.
He got home Sunday evening. He told stories of being issued an M-16 (unloaded) and being taught how to dismantle, clean, and reassemble it. They had drills on speed and accuracy. They worked as teams to dismantle, clean, and reassemble grenade launchers. He also told of learning hand to hand combat techniques and practicing choke holds on each other. One soldier passed out because he failed to "tap out", or let his sparring partner know when to release him. He told us about time spent in classrooms, the 'chow hall', and PT (physical training... sit ups, pushups and the like). He told us how the sergent and other active duty members jokingly called him "Ron Weasley" (for his long red hair) and how the sarge would say "10 points for Griffindor!" whenever Will did something well. The joking and teasing was done in good humor, though, and he always felt welcomed by everyone there. He told us about experiencing simulated combat using an assault riffle attached to a compressor (shooting at video projections, not real people) and how much different it was from a video game. More sobering and scary. He told us it was the longest weekend of his life, and he told us he wants to join.
He wants to join the National Guard when he turns 17. That will be this coming May and he'll need a signed permission form from us to do so. He plans to serve in the National Guard while going to college, then joining the Army once he has graduated. He is still interested in majoring in Computer Science. He is interested in either working with the rovers (unmanned tanks) or on developing combat training simulators.
In the meantime, he has been invited to continue participating in drill weekends with the National Guard unit, and wants to get his ACUs (training uniform) right away. He wants to officially join in May, after his 17th birthday, and hopefully go to basic training this coming summer.
We had Will's SEOP (Student Educational Occupation Plan) with the high school counsellor today. That's a meeting to make sure that the student is on track for high school graduation, and for making post high school plans. Mr. Bayles, the counsellor, asked me how I felt about all of this (after Will told him his plans). I am proud of my son and support him all the way in his desires to serve his country and go to college at the same time!
This may seem a strange post to follow my post about too much violence. However, I can't help but feel proud of my son for wanting to do his duty for his country! The military is the right setting for assault weapons and the military is the place to learn their proper use... in the defense of our country and our freedoms!
So, yes. I will sign the papers in May if that is still his wish.
Aftermath
I can't let the tragedy of last Friday pass without reflecting on it.
On December 14th, at approximately 9:30 in the morning, a 20 year old young man shot his way into Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, CT and murdered 20 first graders and 6 teachers & administrators in the school after first murdering his own mother at their home. There doesn't seem to be any connection between the attacker and his victims at all. Not that any connection or reason would justify such a heinous act.
The savage nature of this attack on such young and innocent victims has rocked our nation and brought grief to this holiday season.
It is eerie to me that only days before this crime, we had our school lockdown drill. We hold one each year. Only one. My third graders took it in stride and asked the standard questions as we huddled in the corner of the darkened and locked room. "What if I'm in the bathroom?" "What if the classroom door is already locked when I get back from the bathroom?" "Who just jiggled the handle of the door?" But mostly they treated it like any other drill and dismissed it from their minds as they returned to their work when it was over.
When the 3rd graders returned to their classroom and a class of 5th graders arrived for art, their core teacher told me that they joked and laughed about the drill and did not take it seriously at all. So I spent the first several minutes of class sobering them up about the seriousness of lockdown situations. Once they realized it was no joking matter, they asked the million "What if" questions that could only come from upper elementary aged students. "What if it is the FBI with assault weapons coming in the school? Would we lock down, then?" "What is the percentage of probability that this will really happen?" "What if I hide and the bad person finds me?" One girl suggested that if you are caught outside of a classroom, you should just run outside. After her suggestion, I told them the story of the only time I have been in an actual lockdown situation.
I can't remember how many years ago it was. Maybe seven? I was working as the art teacher at Aspen Elementary School at the time. The afternoon release bell had just rung and students were flooding out into the hallways when the Principal suddenly came over the intercom shouting "Lockdown! Lockdown!" I looked with dismay at all the children in the hallway as each teacher quickly gathered every child within reach and shepherded them back into classrooms and locked the doors. I remember running the hallway with a fellow teacher to make sure we had everyone in sight, then locking myself into my classroom with an assorted group of children of all ages. No one was with the correct teacher and no one was certain if every child had been accounted for. We had no idea why lockdown had been called for, but I knew it wasn't a drill, because no one in their right mind would do a drill at that moment in time!
I had students in tears because they didn't know where siblings were. Someone needed to go to the bathroom. They all wanted to know what was going on and I had no answers for them. All I could do was assure them that we were safe and we would have to wait for the all clear signal. After 20 minutes, that signal was given.
We found out the reason for the lockdown after the fact. The police were in an armed standoff with a man who had barricaded himself into a house just a block from the school. When the release bell rang, the police realized that children were about to start walking through the neighborhood and ordered our lockdown to keep that from happening. So, we were never in danger within the school after all.
Still. Lockdown is a scary situation. What a world we live in that such a thing is necessary!
So, last week when I had students in my classroom asking questions during the lockdown drill, I emphasized the importance of taking lockdown very seriously, but I assured them that elementary schools are very safe and that the chances of a bad person coming in to harm them are very, very remote.
And then came Friday.
In the aftermath, there is a firestorm of commentary and opinions about everything from gun control to mental heath sweeping the nation. There are calls for higher security in schools. People are polarized particularly on the issue of guns. Some insist that guns should be outlawed all together. Others claim that this wouldn't have even happened if teachers and other adults in schools were allowed concealed carry on school grounds.
I don't see how higher security in schools could have stopped this madman. He shot through the locked doors with a powerful assault riffle. Sandy Hook actually had higher security than most elementary schools I've ever heard of. You had to be buzzed into the building. Most schools can be walked right into.
Do I think guns should be outlawed? No. I think rapid fire assault weapons should be regulated more strictly, though. I see no problem with people owning riffles for hunting and hand guns for defense. But I see no reason for machine guns to be in homes. Those are war machines. I know there are those who would disagree with me. Freedom to keep and bear arms and all that. But it is how I feel.
Do I think mental illness needs better coverage within the system? Absolutely. Do I think it will happen? Not with the crappy setup we have now. Obamacare has worsened the health care climate overall, so I don't see an improvement coming for any one aspect of it.
However, I do think there is one dialogue that deserves more attention.
Raising a civilized generation.
Some have brought up the point that we are bringing this violence upon ourselves by raising a generation on glorified violence. It is everywhere and it is gratuitous. Movies and video games are awash in it. How can we justify allowing our young people to desensitize themselves at so young an age? There are ratings in place to protect the young from experiencing the graphic violence, you say? The ratings system is a JOKE! I have young students (8-11 years old) who play Halo and other violent video games all the time! The "M" rating (mature) on the box didn't seem to stop their parents from buying it for them! No ratings system will replace the common sense and discipline that should be in place amongst the adults of the world who should be putting their proverbial foot down and saying "NO" to violent games for the young.
And see what a hypocrite I am. We have violent video games in our house. I am not on a soap box preaching at others that they need to be more like me. No. I am also to blame. We all are. I am saying that as a society we have veered sharply off course. You cannot raise a civilized society on violence.
I do not know if media violence had a part to play in this young man's decision to carry out his unspeakable act, and if this was an isolated incidence of violence...
...but it wasn't. The mall shooting in Oregon. The movie theater shooting in Colorado. The college campus shootings in California and Virginia. The DC sniper. Columbine. The list goes on and on.
So, what is to be done? How can we be more safe? How can our young be more protected?
For now, you will see a sharp increase in security in all the schools across the nation. But will we take a stand and start protecting their minds as well as their bodies?
On December 14th, at approximately 9:30 in the morning, a 20 year old young man shot his way into Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, CT and murdered 20 first graders and 6 teachers & administrators in the school after first murdering his own mother at their home. There doesn't seem to be any connection between the attacker and his victims at all. Not that any connection or reason would justify such a heinous act.
The savage nature of this attack on such young and innocent victims has rocked our nation and brought grief to this holiday season.
It is eerie to me that only days before this crime, we had our school lockdown drill. We hold one each year. Only one. My third graders took it in stride and asked the standard questions as we huddled in the corner of the darkened and locked room. "What if I'm in the bathroom?" "What if the classroom door is already locked when I get back from the bathroom?" "Who just jiggled the handle of the door?" But mostly they treated it like any other drill and dismissed it from their minds as they returned to their work when it was over.
When the 3rd graders returned to their classroom and a class of 5th graders arrived for art, their core teacher told me that they joked and laughed about the drill and did not take it seriously at all. So I spent the first several minutes of class sobering them up about the seriousness of lockdown situations. Once they realized it was no joking matter, they asked the million "What if" questions that could only come from upper elementary aged students. "What if it is the FBI with assault weapons coming in the school? Would we lock down, then?" "What is the percentage of probability that this will really happen?" "What if I hide and the bad person finds me?" One girl suggested that if you are caught outside of a classroom, you should just run outside. After her suggestion, I told them the story of the only time I have been in an actual lockdown situation.
I can't remember how many years ago it was. Maybe seven? I was working as the art teacher at Aspen Elementary School at the time. The afternoon release bell had just rung and students were flooding out into the hallways when the Principal suddenly came over the intercom shouting "Lockdown! Lockdown!" I looked with dismay at all the children in the hallway as each teacher quickly gathered every child within reach and shepherded them back into classrooms and locked the doors. I remember running the hallway with a fellow teacher to make sure we had everyone in sight, then locking myself into my classroom with an assorted group of children of all ages. No one was with the correct teacher and no one was certain if every child had been accounted for. We had no idea why lockdown had been called for, but I knew it wasn't a drill, because no one in their right mind would do a drill at that moment in time!
I had students in tears because they didn't know where siblings were. Someone needed to go to the bathroom. They all wanted to know what was going on and I had no answers for them. All I could do was assure them that we were safe and we would have to wait for the all clear signal. After 20 minutes, that signal was given.
We found out the reason for the lockdown after the fact. The police were in an armed standoff with a man who had barricaded himself into a house just a block from the school. When the release bell rang, the police realized that children were about to start walking through the neighborhood and ordered our lockdown to keep that from happening. So, we were never in danger within the school after all.
Still. Lockdown is a scary situation. What a world we live in that such a thing is necessary!
So, last week when I had students in my classroom asking questions during the lockdown drill, I emphasized the importance of taking lockdown very seriously, but I assured them that elementary schools are very safe and that the chances of a bad person coming in to harm them are very, very remote.
And then came Friday.
In the aftermath, there is a firestorm of commentary and opinions about everything from gun control to mental heath sweeping the nation. There are calls for higher security in schools. People are polarized particularly on the issue of guns. Some insist that guns should be outlawed all together. Others claim that this wouldn't have even happened if teachers and other adults in schools were allowed concealed carry on school grounds.
I don't see how higher security in schools could have stopped this madman. He shot through the locked doors with a powerful assault riffle. Sandy Hook actually had higher security than most elementary schools I've ever heard of. You had to be buzzed into the building. Most schools can be walked right into.
Do I think guns should be outlawed? No. I think rapid fire assault weapons should be regulated more strictly, though. I see no problem with people owning riffles for hunting and hand guns for defense. But I see no reason for machine guns to be in homes. Those are war machines. I know there are those who would disagree with me. Freedom to keep and bear arms and all that. But it is how I feel.
Do I think mental illness needs better coverage within the system? Absolutely. Do I think it will happen? Not with the crappy setup we have now. Obamacare has worsened the health care climate overall, so I don't see an improvement coming for any one aspect of it.
However, I do think there is one dialogue that deserves more attention.
Raising a civilized generation.
Some have brought up the point that we are bringing this violence upon ourselves by raising a generation on glorified violence. It is everywhere and it is gratuitous. Movies and video games are awash in it. How can we justify allowing our young people to desensitize themselves at so young an age? There are ratings in place to protect the young from experiencing the graphic violence, you say? The ratings system is a JOKE! I have young students (8-11 years old) who play Halo and other violent video games all the time! The "M" rating (mature) on the box didn't seem to stop their parents from buying it for them! No ratings system will replace the common sense and discipline that should be in place amongst the adults of the world who should be putting their proverbial foot down and saying "NO" to violent games for the young.
And see what a hypocrite I am. We have violent video games in our house. I am not on a soap box preaching at others that they need to be more like me. No. I am also to blame. We all are. I am saying that as a society we have veered sharply off course. You cannot raise a civilized society on violence.
I do not know if media violence had a part to play in this young man's decision to carry out his unspeakable act, and if this was an isolated incidence of violence...
...but it wasn't. The mall shooting in Oregon. The movie theater shooting in Colorado. The college campus shootings in California and Virginia. The DC sniper. Columbine. The list goes on and on.
So, what is to be done? How can we be more safe? How can our young be more protected?
For now, you will see a sharp increase in security in all the schools across the nation. But will we take a stand and start protecting their minds as well as their bodies?
Fitocracy and the 100 Day Challenge
Last spring, I joined a web site called Fitocracy. It is a social network for people who like to exercise, or are struggling to build a healthy lifestyle and are looking for motivation and support. On Fitocracy, you build a profile and track your workouts. Fitocracy awards points based on the difficulty level of the exercise done, and awards points accordingly. You can also win points for completing "quests". For instance, when I completed the half ironman, Fitocracy awarded me an additional 2,500 points for the "Half Ironman" quest on top of the points I earned for the exercise involved. As you earn points, you "level up".
All of this seems kinda cheesy, and it is. But the cheesiness is part of what I like about it. Most workout tracking sites/apps are just so BORING. This is a fun way to score when I exercise. The site recognizes and rewards new personal bests. And then, there is the social aspect to it.
Other Fitocrats can choose to "follow" you. And you can choose to follow others. You can join groups and find other site members with similar interests. I joined several triathlon, running, biking, and swimming groups and found other people doing similar workouts. People from all across the globe. Fifty seven people are currently "following" me. They cheer me on when I track a workout, and I cheer other people on, too. There was a young high school graduate heading off to college and planning to join the college swim team, wondering if there were any body weight workouts she could do because she couldn't afford a gym membership. I gave her a link to a workout pdf I found online that was just what she needed. I've had other swimmers say they want to 'steal' my swim workouts. I've gotten ideas for workouts from them. I've cheered new runners as they faced their first ever 5K, and I had a dedicated cheering section when I faced the half ironman. I watched a young man ride his bike across the country all summer long as part of a group that was building humanitarian houses while riding from sea to shining sea. I'm cheering someone in the Cozumel Ironman.
There is a doctor in Colorado who started a 100 day sugar challenge. He started following me sometime in the late summer. He was several levels below me, at first, but he quickly caught up because he was doing monster-high-point workouts. Before long, we were at the same level... then he passed me. I simply can't rack up the points like that. But the point earning rivalry that sprung up drove me to get to the gym on days when I would otherwise have talked myself into staying home.
His 100 day no added sugar challenge got me thinking. I am not willing to go sugar free (especially not for the holidays!), but I realized that maybe this was just the challenge I needed to get off of soda for real. I have quit soda many times in the past, always short lived. Right now, I am addicted yet again. I can tell I am addicted when I stop on my way home from work to get a soda on almost a daily basis... and when I can't fall asleep at night because there is too much caffeine in my system. And when the scale starts to creep back up to ugly numbers I never wanted to see again.
So, I accepted the challenge. Rather than 100 days sugar free, I am striving for 100 days soda free. Yesterday, December first, was the first day. March 10th will mark the 100th day. Hopefully when I reach that mark, I will be a much more lean and fit version of myself and I will have mastered my cravings and desires. By then I will be in full marathon training mode and a soda free body will be just what I need to succeed!
So, day two. I know the first 21 days will be the worst. It will take a week or two for the caffeine in my system to work its way out, and the cravings will take a while to subside. Right now, I am facing headaches and fatigue, but I won't let that stop me. Day 3, here I come!
All of this seems kinda cheesy, and it is. But the cheesiness is part of what I like about it. Most workout tracking sites/apps are just so BORING. This is a fun way to score when I exercise. The site recognizes and rewards new personal bests. And then, there is the social aspect to it.
Other Fitocrats can choose to "follow" you. And you can choose to follow others. You can join groups and find other site members with similar interests. I joined several triathlon, running, biking, and swimming groups and found other people doing similar workouts. People from all across the globe. Fifty seven people are currently "following" me. They cheer me on when I track a workout, and I cheer other people on, too. There was a young high school graduate heading off to college and planning to join the college swim team, wondering if there were any body weight workouts she could do because she couldn't afford a gym membership. I gave her a link to a workout pdf I found online that was just what she needed. I've had other swimmers say they want to 'steal' my swim workouts. I've gotten ideas for workouts from them. I've cheered new runners as they faced their first ever 5K, and I had a dedicated cheering section when I faced the half ironman. I watched a young man ride his bike across the country all summer long as part of a group that was building humanitarian houses while riding from sea to shining sea. I'm cheering someone in the Cozumel Ironman.
There is a doctor in Colorado who started a 100 day sugar challenge. He started following me sometime in the late summer. He was several levels below me, at first, but he quickly caught up because he was doing monster-high-point workouts. Before long, we were at the same level... then he passed me. I simply can't rack up the points like that. But the point earning rivalry that sprung up drove me to get to the gym on days when I would otherwise have talked myself into staying home.
His 100 day no added sugar challenge got me thinking. I am not willing to go sugar free (especially not for the holidays!), but I realized that maybe this was just the challenge I needed to get off of soda for real. I have quit soda many times in the past, always short lived. Right now, I am addicted yet again. I can tell I am addicted when I stop on my way home from work to get a soda on almost a daily basis... and when I can't fall asleep at night because there is too much caffeine in my system. And when the scale starts to creep back up to ugly numbers I never wanted to see again.
So, I accepted the challenge. Rather than 100 days sugar free, I am striving for 100 days soda free. Yesterday, December first, was the first day. March 10th will mark the 100th day. Hopefully when I reach that mark, I will be a much more lean and fit version of myself and I will have mastered my cravings and desires. By then I will be in full marathon training mode and a soda free body will be just what I need to succeed!
So, day two. I know the first 21 days will be the worst. It will take a week or two for the caffeine in my system to work its way out, and the cravings will take a while to subside. Right now, I am facing headaches and fatigue, but I won't let that stop me. Day 3, here I come!
"Black Friday"
BLACK Friday
Black FRIDAY
Traditionally the day retailers are finally able to show black in their annual ledger. If they're lucky and have a good turnout.
Many years ago, when the kids were little bitty, Bill and I saw it as a game and adventure to get up around 3 am and go stand in line together outside the store doors with other crazy, adventure seeking shoppers and wait for the doors to open at 6 am. Back then, that was considered extreme behavior. We'd cuddle and laugh and sip hot cocoa while cheerfully chatting with the strangers around us. At around 5:30 to 5:45 am, we'd start to see latecomers try to sneak in line in front of us, but mostly they were repelled by the die-hards around us who had built a strong bond of early hour camaraderie. Once the doors opened up, we dashed inside like giddy children and had a frenzied blast buying up Christmas toys for our kids. Many shouts of "Merry Christmas!" were heard, and I would see shoppers help each other lift items into carts. We'd be out of there by 6:30 am, heading to breakfast at the local IHOP, and home again before the kids even awoke.
Those early years were fun times and I have fond memories of them. It didn't stay like that, however. Over the years, I started seeing disturbing behaviors amongst my fellow shoppers. Once, I saw two grown women fighting over one toy. That was a scene that repeated itself several more times. Another time, I saw a man cussing out a store employee for not having any more of the item he stood in line so long to purchase.
One year, I saw the doors break as the crowd surged in. That was the first time I felt scared. The crowd was massive that year. I can understand how dangerous a mob can be, because I was trapped in one that morning! My only concern that time was to simply stay upright and go with the flow that was literally pushing me along. I feared what might happen if I fell.
We stopped shopping Black Friday as a fun adventure after that.
Not as many years ago (5 years ago, in fact), I was standing in a Black Friday line; this time with my son, Will. We desperately needed a family computer and couldn't afford to spend much money, so Black Friday sales were more of a necessity than anything else. In my desperation to make sure I got the coveted "Doorbuster" price, we arrived at midnight, hoping for good line position. Nope. We were around the block standing on a bridge over the wetlands that surrounded the strip mall. It was a terrible night, too. It drizzled freezing rain on us for hours as we waited for the store to open. It was miserable. Will was only 11 at the time, and I could tell he was wishing he hadn't asked to come. I ended up sending him back to the car to get out of the bad weather, but I stayed in line. Yes, I did get a computer... but I got pneumonia, too.
Nowadays, it is not so much a "Black Friday" shopping experience as it is a "Thanksgiving Weekend Shopping Insanity" nightmare. People camped out in front of stores for days at a time, sacrificing holiday family time in pursuit of the coveted "Doorbuster" that would be sold to them on Thanksgiving day itself... forcing others to give up their holiday in order to sell it to them. The true insanity comes from the fact that these days there is NO NEED to stand in those crazy lines to get the best price!
You can get the same prices ONLINE.
So, why in the world would you stand in line at some unreasonable hour now?
We are once again in the market for a new family computer; that 5 year old laptop has grown quite geriatric. So, after Thanksgiving was over and all dishes were done... Everyone winding down or heading to bed... I spent a couple of hours researching the best online "Black Friday But Really All Weekend Long" deals while lounging in PJs and eating a turkey sandwich. I bought a good computer at a decent sale price and it is being shipped to me, free of charge. No fuss, no muss... and no scary mob/pneumonia inducing craziness!
It's sad to see how something that used to be fun and adventurous has turned so greedy and monstrous. We really have no one to blame but ourselves. Retailers are out to make money. If crowds of idiots are willing to throw away tradition and flock to the stores to buy, buy, buy...
But not me.
Not ever again.
Black FRIDAY
Traditionally the day retailers are finally able to show black in their annual ledger. If they're lucky and have a good turnout.
Many years ago, when the kids were little bitty, Bill and I saw it as a game and adventure to get up around 3 am and go stand in line together outside the store doors with other crazy, adventure seeking shoppers and wait for the doors to open at 6 am. Back then, that was considered extreme behavior. We'd cuddle and laugh and sip hot cocoa while cheerfully chatting with the strangers around us. At around 5:30 to 5:45 am, we'd start to see latecomers try to sneak in line in front of us, but mostly they were repelled by the die-hards around us who had built a strong bond of early hour camaraderie. Once the doors opened up, we dashed inside like giddy children and had a frenzied blast buying up Christmas toys for our kids. Many shouts of "Merry Christmas!" were heard, and I would see shoppers help each other lift items into carts. We'd be out of there by 6:30 am, heading to breakfast at the local IHOP, and home again before the kids even awoke.
Those early years were fun times and I have fond memories of them. It didn't stay like that, however. Over the years, I started seeing disturbing behaviors amongst my fellow shoppers. Once, I saw two grown women fighting over one toy. That was a scene that repeated itself several more times. Another time, I saw a man cussing out a store employee for not having any more of the item he stood in line so long to purchase.
One year, I saw the doors break as the crowd surged in. That was the first time I felt scared. The crowd was massive that year. I can understand how dangerous a mob can be, because I was trapped in one that morning! My only concern that time was to simply stay upright and go with the flow that was literally pushing me along. I feared what might happen if I fell.
We stopped shopping Black Friday as a fun adventure after that.
Not as many years ago (5 years ago, in fact), I was standing in a Black Friday line; this time with my son, Will. We desperately needed a family computer and couldn't afford to spend much money, so Black Friday sales were more of a necessity than anything else. In my desperation to make sure I got the coveted "Doorbuster" price, we arrived at midnight, hoping for good line position. Nope. We were around the block standing on a bridge over the wetlands that surrounded the strip mall. It was a terrible night, too. It drizzled freezing rain on us for hours as we waited for the store to open. It was miserable. Will was only 11 at the time, and I could tell he was wishing he hadn't asked to come. I ended up sending him back to the car to get out of the bad weather, but I stayed in line. Yes, I did get a computer... but I got pneumonia, too.
Nowadays, it is not so much a "Black Friday" shopping experience as it is a "Thanksgiving Weekend Shopping Insanity" nightmare. People camped out in front of stores for days at a time, sacrificing holiday family time in pursuit of the coveted "Doorbuster" that would be sold to them on Thanksgiving day itself... forcing others to give up their holiday in order to sell it to them. The true insanity comes from the fact that these days there is NO NEED to stand in those crazy lines to get the best price!
You can get the same prices ONLINE.
So, why in the world would you stand in line at some unreasonable hour now?
We are once again in the market for a new family computer; that 5 year old laptop has grown quite geriatric. So, after Thanksgiving was over and all dishes were done... Everyone winding down or heading to bed... I spent a couple of hours researching the best online "Black Friday But Really All Weekend Long" deals while lounging in PJs and eating a turkey sandwich. I bought a good computer at a decent sale price and it is being shipped to me, free of charge. No fuss, no muss... and no scary mob/pneumonia inducing craziness!
It's sad to see how something that used to be fun and adventurous has turned so greedy and monstrous. We really have no one to blame but ourselves. Retailers are out to make money. If crowds of idiots are willing to throw away tradition and flock to the stores to buy, buy, buy...
But not me.
Not ever again.
Nineteen
Thanksgiving day was extra special this year, because it was also my daughter, Helena's, birthday. She is now nineteen. It is hard to believe that so much time has passed! I have so many memories of those years... and most of them good. It makes me happy to know that Helena still wants to spend time hanging out with me, going places or even just spending time together at home. I know that I am almost out of time for that. She is on the verge of "leaving the nest" and I won't get to share her life with her on a day-to-day basis much longer. Thinking of that makes me sad and I wish she could stay my little girl forever. But I am also excited for her to go out into the world and have her own adventures, too. So here is my Birthday Wish for my daughter;
May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life's passing seasons
bring the best to you (and yours)!
-An Old Irish Blessing
Happy Birthday, sweet girl! I love you!
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