Ok, before I jump into the new post I gotta tell you what JUST happened!
I am on the back porch, sipping wine and looking at the photos I took at the beach, when I hear a noise. I look up and there go two deer, a doe and a buck, bouncing (I am told it is called pronking) right through the back yard in front of me! I had no chance to get a camera. I just watched with my mouth open! I LOVE my back yard!
I know its been a while since my last post. As we know life gets busy!
But I wanted to sneak on for a quick shout out to a good friend and amazing artist: Renee Hazen!
Renee and I worked closely together for years at the mighty P. As I trained people in person, she used her creative talents to make sure to fully enjoy my classes. She developed all the online training which rescued them from me blathering on and on…
Last summer, Renee took a leap. She left corporate America, and went on her own to embrace her art, which aside from her hubby and son, is her one true love!
In addition to her children’s books (I own them all!) which are amazing, she has developed a line of animal pillows. each one has an original piece of Renee art! There all also animal cards for that personal note to a love one!
Would you like a sneak peek? Sure you would!!
My cycling buddy Rob has a 22 year daughter that we love to death. I got her the giraffe pillow for Christmas and she loved it! Not only was the art amazing, but the pillow was soft and comfy! Rumor has it it made “Squeeeeeeee!”
So, for baby showers, Valentines day, or you just love owls, check out her page! And if that is not enough, just think: Anything you purchase helps supports a women with a genuinely amazing heart, continue her escape from cubicle hell!
Well it hit me today, I have been a bit remiss. Last month, in the post His Heart Grew 3 Sizes that day I told you the story of Michelle finding a tag on our offices giving tree from a 17-year-old boy. All he asked for was a bike…
Michelle launched our personal fundraising plan that day by hitting up people we knew at work. I in turn hit Facebook as well as all the riders I knew here. The first day we had $300 in pledges.
So what happens when it is halfway through the month of December and our hero Mountainstroh has a total of 10 (nope not a typo, ten) bike miles so far? Well for one, he starts wondering just how many layers he will need to ride in 30 degree weather, and for two, the blog needs other inspiration to keep it from dying an early death. Tonight I stumbled on a bit of a spark. Continue reading “Its been a long haul”→
Somewhere close to 23 years ago I became a dad for the first time. As with all dads, I lamented that there was not an instruction manual, took 5 minute power naps in the car before driving home from work, and discovered that not covering the nether regions of a boy while changing a diaper could result in both of us needing a shower!
Unlike other dads (I am assuming here) I found the infant stage boring (they are essentially paperweights and don’t do much) and I though Father’s Day was silly. Most years, this one included, people had to remind me it was coming…. Continue reading “A very cool Father’s day!”→
As a young dad, it is a win every day the next morning shines and the baby boy is smiling and you haven’t broken him.Those small victories continue to build until suddenly the Manchild is no longer a child, he is a man walking across the stage for his high school graduation.Eric Valente did that walk today and did himself proud. Sadly he has to go home and study for his finals at Highline community college tonight, but that makes us even more proud of him! Good job dude, Michelle and I love you!
Today, being Saturday, is frequently errand day. The Manchild was dropped off at the Smash (video game) tournament at UW, Michelle was out getting her hair did, and I decided to get the grocery shopping done.
On these weekend days when I errand alone, I like to listen to NPR. The weekend programming is a welcome respite from politics, bad news and dumb people we hear about all week.
Today, they were discussing stories told by kids of things that happened to them simply in the course of being a kid. This started me thinking of all the stuff that I did when I was younger, and wondering how my mom survived, not just with me, but with 5 of us!
Folks, being a parent aint easy. There is no owners manual, and the only thing you can hope for is that the kids don’t end up breaking a bone or splitting their melons when you are left in charge of them. It is something all Dad’s worry about.
Being a dad also means that you are in charge of the helpful advice when someone does get inured. “Just rub some dirt on it!” “If there’s no blood you aint really hurt!” “Chicks dig scars!” and “If you fall, you know the rule, you have to do 2 more laps!”
We all get busy. Kids have homework, adults have errands and chores and work and responsibilities. Somehow we also have to fit in workouts, reading books, sleep and yep, even writing a blog. Because of this, weekends end up going by too quickly.
Michelle and I share a brain, and quite often we both have the same thought simultaneously. Last week I looked at her and said, “Its been a long time since the Manchild and I did something fun together.” She nodded immediately, saying “I meant to mention that to you! It has been!”