...to our Nation's daughters. That was Jade's challenge this week. I have to admit my first reaction was that this was going to be easy, I've got three of them living under my roof. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn't want to write something fluffy or silly just for the simple fact that I have three of them under my roof. So here goes nothing. To the Beautiful Daughters of Our Nation: This world you now live in is so different from the one I grew up in. High-end technology when I was just starting in school was a VCR. And they were big. A night out as a family usually meant McDonald's, and we loved it. I love that my parents allowed me to be a child and to have fun and be silly and to have few responsibilities. I sure had fun. But I realize now that maybe I had it too easy. I say this because I am constantly telling my own daughters that life isn't always easy. That you must work and someti...
I'm not sure how many of you know about my history with Texas. T and I lived there for four years when he was active duty. The 9yo was born in Texas. Texas was hot, humid, and the city we lived in did not inspire the warm fuzzies. I couldn't wait to leave. We have great friends from that time who, I hope, will be visiting us here in Nevada some time soon. So when Christy and I started chatting about getting "the hookers" together for a long weekend of fun, she offered her place up in the beautiful hill country of Texas. I have to admit I wasn't thrilled with returning to Texas, but I'm so very glad that I did. Because the friendships that have evolved over this past year were solidified when I could actually hug these amazing ladies. Some of them I have been training with for Team in Training - some of them I will see again in just a few short weeks in San Diego when we will run/walk 13.1 miles all in the name of raising funds for le...
So, my first thought was to take a picture of all the little feet in my house, from cats to dogs to kids. And then I went on a little hike last Sunday as part of some prescribed quiet time. It was lovely. And it got me to thinking about where my feet tread in life. The reflection of my feet in the side of my truck after my run before my hike. I was planning on heading to a place I used to go in high school. Right on the edge of town - less than 5 minutes from my house - there is a small area of rocks on the side of the mountain that I used to climb with a friend. I wanted to sit on the top of those rocks and just listen to the silence. And here is that spot. Unfortunately, the people who live at the base of this hill obviously own the land up to the hill and put a fence al the way to the base of it. So I drove up the dirt road a bit to the south of this spot and found a different spot. Looking down at the town I grew up, it still lo...
what happy faces...especially the ones with bevvies!
ReplyDeletewith so much fun sometimes its hard to condense! :) we'll still love you even if you can't.
ReplyDeleteYou really need to get Snowy into a program. IJS :)
ReplyDeleteLove snowy drinking! :)
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