I learned all of my chops from Diamond Dude!Apr 30, 2008
Apr 29, 2008
Hey crazy lady can I go home now
The house is surrounded, let the rock star go and we'll discuss your 12 boxes of wine request.
Apr 28, 2008
*Seventh Day of.............
On the Seventh Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me; Seven Gold Turtle necks........
Deb
Deb
Who's that girl?
I was checking out the old family pic at the photo bucket. who's that girl between Jean and Rich? Oh, nice goggles Rich.
No, I am not going to put my name here, I'm not stoopid.
No, I am not going to put my name here, I'm not stoopid.
How many names???
How many names does Jodi have? So far I have counted, Joda, Toad, Brat, Obi wan Joda, Siamese?!?, Mrs West, and no doubt some more.
Dave
Dave
Table talk
So Jess and I got the edging around the table and we have some tiles picked out. I thought I would do just a little trimming of the edges because they still had some saw marks in them. I proceeded to use my router and laminate trimmer to clean the edge up...you know what's coming right?
The wood is prone to splintering and yes that is what it did. The trimmer followed the splinter and bit into the wood and now we have a nice chunk ripped out of one side. We also have some broken tools which I won't go into. Anyway here are some pre-gouge pictures.
Dave
Apr 27, 2008
Nice saw Dave, MacGyver would of used a chewing gum wrapper
It's funny what a guy's footwear really says about him, naw I think I skip the shine thank you...
Apr 26, 2008
RICH CAN STILL SKATE !!!!
Ok so I hope this color shows up on the background, I forgot what color it is these days!!!!
I went to Ali's skating show last night (Ice Fantasy) and it was just plain old fun!! There were so may great little shows and the BEST one was the DADS AND DAUGHTERS little show.. oh my gosh!!! First of all- the dads all come out in black pants and red t shirts and a few basketballs.. They skate around for a bit, then they go back in and out come the girls in cheerleader type outfits, and from here on out it just goes from there, it was the cutest thing ever. Rich and Ali skated together alot and towards the end he lifts her up a bit, right in the spotlight. It was just so fun. Ali skated in 4 different programs last night (and tonight and tomorrow afternoon) and she is just so good.
The ball tournament got cancelled this weekend due to Bebops fields being under water. So all of you complainers about the snow, JUST LOVE IT LIKE I DO.... DAMIT.
I went to Ali's skating show last night (Ice Fantasy) and it was just plain old fun!! There were so may great little shows and the BEST one was the DADS AND DAUGHTERS little show.. oh my gosh!!! First of all- the dads all come out in black pants and red t shirts and a few basketballs.. They skate around for a bit, then they go back in and out come the girls in cheerleader type outfits, and from here on out it just goes from there, it was the cutest thing ever. Rich and Ali skated together alot and towards the end he lifts her up a bit, right in the spotlight. It was just so fun. Ali skated in 4 different programs last night (and tonight and tomorrow afternoon) and she is just so good.
The ball tournament got cancelled this weekend due to Bebops fields being under water. So all of you complainers about the snow, JUST LOVE IT LIKE I DO.... DAMIT.
Get Busy doing something
Mom said if you got so much time being on the blog, you have
too much time on your hands.
Joda
too much time on your hands.
Joda
told ya I didn't like snow
I am more than likely crying because my toes have no feelingand my wrists are numb.
It is Minnesota Alright!
It started snowing last night around midnight, nothing was really sticking. Well, I get up at 9:30 this morning on the ground! I just looked out the window, and it is snowing again! WHAT THE HECK?!?!
We had like three 80 degree days in a row, and now we are under 40!!
Brandi
We had like three 80 degree days in a row, and now we are under 40!!
Brandi
SNOW
As I sit here this morning looking out my window at the Cardinals, Doves, Finches at my birdfeeder, I suddenly realize that it is snowing:(
I do not like the snow, it is cold, wet, slippery, cloudy, and just plain depressing. Why do some people say "oh how pretty"! I think to myself what? The brown trees, brown grass, no flowers, and what a few select birds that stay here in the winter.
Have I ever liked the snow? I remember some moments of childhood playing in it, but I don't recall ever liking it accept for when I went snowmobiling and sledding. I personally would rather just have Spring, fall and summer. I know that some of you love the winter, I have to ask "doesn't it hurt your wrists when snow sits on the inside of your gloves/mitten?" and how do you keep your toes warm? I never could when I was young and I definitely don't know how to now.
Putting on layers of clothes just makes you sweat more and become colder.
and if you put too many on you end up looking the kid in the movie
"The Christmas Story" pretty funny though with his arms all sticking out.
and then he gets pushed down and can't get up, Love that movie!
During the winter I gain about seven pounds from eating too much then I get all bloaty and become impatient just for a glimpse of the shadowing sun. Yes I know I could exercise and I do, but I have this bum knee with
arthiritis that swells to the size of a Grapefruit turns red and purple and doesn't allow me to even walk sometimes. Must have inheirited it from dad.
So on that note, I should probably move somewhere warm.
I've been up since 3:00 am cuz the boys had to go to work at 4:00 am and now I am going back to bed to dream of sunny & warm days.
Love to all
Joda Toad Bratlet.
I do not like the snow, it is cold, wet, slippery, cloudy, and just plain depressing. Why do some people say "oh how pretty"! I think to myself what? The brown trees, brown grass, no flowers, and what a few select birds that stay here in the winter.
Have I ever liked the snow? I remember some moments of childhood playing in it, but I don't recall ever liking it accept for when I went snowmobiling and sledding. I personally would rather just have Spring, fall and summer. I know that some of you love the winter, I have to ask "doesn't it hurt your wrists when snow sits on the inside of your gloves/mitten?" and how do you keep your toes warm? I never could when I was young and I definitely don't know how to now.
Putting on layers of clothes just makes you sweat more and become colder.
and if you put too many on you end up looking the kid in the movie
"The Christmas Story" pretty funny though with his arms all sticking out.
and then he gets pushed down and can't get up, Love that movie!
During the winter I gain about seven pounds from eating too much then I get all bloaty and become impatient just for a glimpse of the shadowing sun. Yes I know I could exercise and I do, but I have this bum knee with
arthiritis that swells to the size of a Grapefruit turns red and purple and doesn't allow me to even walk sometimes. Must have inheirited it from dad.
So on that note, I should probably move somewhere warm.
I've been up since 3:00 am cuz the boys had to go to work at 4:00 am and now I am going back to bed to dream of sunny & warm days.
Love to all
Joda Toad Bratlet.
Apr 25, 2008
True Measure of a Man
Jamie posted a picture of his grill on his blogspot and called it the true measure of a man. Nice grill by the way. I always thought the true measure of a man was by his Tool, not his toy.
My other family.. kind of
As some of you may already know, I have met Carissa Midkiff, my other sister. She is 26 years old and works two jobs. She just started her second job in down town Anoka. She had a 6 year old daughter who just loves me. Carissa and Christina (her daughter) live really close to mom and I. I know how some family members feel about the Midkiffs, but Carissa is different from the bad ones. She is still getting her life back together, and she is showing it. I have hung out with her a few times. My mom has actually seen her not too long ago. I met Carissa 2 or 3 years ago. I was in my Chemistry class in high school and this girl worked at Sportsmans. Well, she figured out that we were related and asked me about it. Well, when I was 18 I went to Sportsmans and found a different friend that I knew and asked if she were there, and that is how we met. We talked a little after that and now we try to talk a few days a week. Below is a picture of Carissa and I from my 20Th B-day.
Also, my cousin Leslie Midkiff is getting married May-31. K am excited to go to her wedding.(No worries, certain people will not be there.) Angie Midkiff is in the wedding along with her sister Cydnee and I think a friend of Leslie's, no too sure.
Also, my cousin Leslie Midkiff is getting married May-31. K am excited to go to her wedding.(No worries, certain people will not be there.) Angie Midkiff is in the wedding along with her sister Cydnee and I think a friend of Leslie's, no too sure.
Brandi & Carissa
*Drug Induced Blog
Its 5 AM Friday morning. I had a scary dream and couldn't go back to sleep...must be the painkillers the doc gave me yesterday. From this point on I am not responsible for what shows up in this blog....its the drugs I tell ya!! (I had a tooth extracted and I am heading back there today for more work.)
Jodi...I found some pix of you which I will post at the end of this blog instead of photobucket. You will see that I labeled the pix so that everyone can see where you are since there are other people in them.
Tyler...cute pic of you. You sure don't look like a 4x4 killer! You still look innocent...must've been your evil twin that did it!
J-me..You're awesome!
Rich...You know what they say in show business..'Break a leg'
Dave...I love the idea for Jessie's coffee table...even if it turns out crooked.
Ron...What program did you use for your singing debut? Ever heard of Paint Shop Pro or Animation shop? I use 'em both...fun,fun,fun
Zach...If you ever write a book I call first signed copy!
Kris...The opening dedication should go to you...well, Dave too...lol
Jim & Sandy....I would love to hear more of the 'laugh so hard you cry' stories about Sam
Jeanie....Have a nice day
DEBApr 24, 2008
Sheep Dogs
Yes, I have to admit it I'm a Sheep Dog.
I hear everyone talking about how they feel about guns and how horrible the Virginia Tech shooting and the West Illinois State University, The Von Mar Shooting, Libby's Diner Shooting, there are almost too many to list. And the shootings in Colorado at the New Life Church, are you noticing that these crazy worm for brains killers are picking targets that should be safe havens. I for one am very weary now every time I'm in large gathering places, ie. the Mall of America, big trade shows like Festival of Nations, or taking out equipment out of downtown Minneapolis or St. Paul after dark. Things are not getting any better or the Media is now reporting on this type of crime more.
As you all may know Commercial Airline Pilots are allowed to carry handguns after completing a training course. Not to mention the reinforced cockpit they now work out of. I have friends on the Minneapolis Police force and the phrase "protect and serve" has been eliminated from their vehicles, when I asked my friend Pat why he said their job is to keep the peace, not to protect or serve. What happened?
Well, I for one feel kinda lost. I own guns, I shoot pistols, yes my wife shoots pistols (sometimes better than me). Anybody can shoot, but to do it well requires patience, concentration, physical and mental strength and tremendous focus. I like shooting because it is a great way to blow off steam, you really can't think of anything other than the task at hand when you are on the range.
Anyways, I feel like a Sheep Dog. Sheep dogs aren't really liked by the Sheep they protect. They bark, they group up all the Sheep and keep careful watch over them while grazing. If one strays off they run after it and get it back to its group so to keep order, the Sheep see this as a great annoyance. Also note that if a Sheep Dog so much as touch a Sheep he is immediately removed from his duties, he is not to harm the Sheep. The only things that like the Sheep Dog are the owner of the animals and other Sheep Dogs.
Well, when wolves move in on a herd the dog takes action, these dogs will take out a wolf without batting an eye, they are ruthless fighters. They have no problem fighting to the death when its herd is in jeopardy.
I myself will not be a victim, my family will not be victimized, as far as I'm concerned nobody will be victimized around me. I have a new awareness when in public, the military uses color reference to explain this. Green, everything is great not a care in the world. Yellow, heads up paying attention. Orange, watching and anticipating. Red, critical, action required. And unfortunately Black, shoots will be fired, deaths will occur.
The Sheep dog is always in Orange. I myself until I woke up found myself in perpetual Yellow. Since the Von Mar Shootings I've found myself stuck in Orange, I study everything and everyone now. I realize that these freak incidents are happening all to often during daily life.
Take the Libby's Cafe shooting in Texas, its lunch hour everyone eating, talking, or waiting for their orders. A pick-up truck crashes thru the front window, people thinking this is an accident, the driver then takes out a pistol and starts shooting at random. People cowering with their hands over their heads and he just shoots them right thru their hands. These are someones family, these are normal people, they are just living life.
I use to think the Sticker "this business ban's guns" was a good idea until it occurred to me that all of these shootings are taking place where guns are banned. I now feel that if a business bans guns then they will have to provide me armed security. Do you think Hilary or Obama leave their houses without armed security, how many guns do you think are protecting them. My safety should be just as concerning as theirs. Everyone who lost their lives at Von Mar should of had an Armed guard to protect them. I sorry but I will agree that the State Capital and the U.S. Capital should ban guns (they have armed security). I will also agree that Court House should ban guns (they have armed security). But if I'm buying gas or buying a loaf of bread I should be allowed to protect myself. My wife at her job when she is working in the office alone should feel secure. My kids when they go to school shouldn't have to worry that some one has a chip on their shoulder.
And the best part of being a Sheep Dog, I wouldn't think twice about killing the wolf, even if it threatened you.
Kiss your spouse, kiss your kids,
J-me
I hear everyone talking about how they feel about guns and how horrible the Virginia Tech shooting and the West Illinois State University, The Von Mar Shooting, Libby's Diner Shooting, there are almost too many to list. And the shootings in Colorado at the New Life Church, are you noticing that these crazy worm for brains killers are picking targets that should be safe havens. I for one am very weary now every time I'm in large gathering places, ie. the Mall of America, big trade shows like Festival of Nations, or taking out equipment out of downtown Minneapolis or St. Paul after dark. Things are not getting any better or the Media is now reporting on this type of crime more.
As you all may know Commercial Airline Pilots are allowed to carry handguns after completing a training course. Not to mention the reinforced cockpit they now work out of. I have friends on the Minneapolis Police force and the phrase "protect and serve" has been eliminated from their vehicles, when I asked my friend Pat why he said their job is to keep the peace, not to protect or serve. What happened?
Well, I for one feel kinda lost. I own guns, I shoot pistols, yes my wife shoots pistols (sometimes better than me). Anybody can shoot, but to do it well requires patience, concentration, physical and mental strength and tremendous focus. I like shooting because it is a great way to blow off steam, you really can't think of anything other than the task at hand when you are on the range.
Anyways, I feel like a Sheep Dog. Sheep dogs aren't really liked by the Sheep they protect. They bark, they group up all the Sheep and keep careful watch over them while grazing. If one strays off they run after it and get it back to its group so to keep order, the Sheep see this as a great annoyance. Also note that if a Sheep Dog so much as touch a Sheep he is immediately removed from his duties, he is not to harm the Sheep. The only things that like the Sheep Dog are the owner of the animals and other Sheep Dogs.
Well, when wolves move in on a herd the dog takes action, these dogs will take out a wolf without batting an eye, they are ruthless fighters. They have no problem fighting to the death when its herd is in jeopardy.
I myself will not be a victim, my family will not be victimized, as far as I'm concerned nobody will be victimized around me. I have a new awareness when in public, the military uses color reference to explain this. Green, everything is great not a care in the world. Yellow, heads up paying attention. Orange, watching and anticipating. Red, critical, action required. And unfortunately Black, shoots will be fired, deaths will occur.
The Sheep dog is always in Orange. I myself until I woke up found myself in perpetual Yellow. Since the Von Mar Shootings I've found myself stuck in Orange, I study everything and everyone now. I realize that these freak incidents are happening all to often during daily life.
Take the Libby's Cafe shooting in Texas, its lunch hour everyone eating, talking, or waiting for their orders. A pick-up truck crashes thru the front window, people thinking this is an accident, the driver then takes out a pistol and starts shooting at random. People cowering with their hands over their heads and he just shoots them right thru their hands. These are someones family, these are normal people, they are just living life.
I use to think the Sticker "this business ban's guns" was a good idea until it occurred to me that all of these shootings are taking place where guns are banned. I now feel that if a business bans guns then they will have to provide me armed security. Do you think Hilary or Obama leave their houses without armed security, how many guns do you think are protecting them. My safety should be just as concerning as theirs. Everyone who lost their lives at Von Mar should of had an Armed guard to protect them. I sorry but I will agree that the State Capital and the U.S. Capital should ban guns (they have armed security). I will also agree that Court House should ban guns (they have armed security). But if I'm buying gas or buying a loaf of bread I should be allowed to protect myself. My wife at her job when she is working in the office alone should feel secure. My kids when they go to school shouldn't have to worry that some one has a chip on their shoulder.
And the best part of being a Sheep Dog, I wouldn't think twice about killing the wolf, even if it threatened you.
Kiss your spouse, kiss your kids,
J-me
Kisrow
That's right.....Mike Kisrow!!! I've seen this guy around the ice arena the past couple of years, but never knew it was him. This year I joined the the father daughter skating number. Last weekend as us dads were waiting around for the girls to "get it right" we were shooting the breeze and I heard him say he grew up in Ramsey. I joined in the conversation and mentioned I grew up in Ramsey. We compared streets and directions and came to the realizations that we lived very close to each other. I asked his first name....after he said Mike.....I said Kisrow? He couldn't believe it.....then I told him my last name and he nearly fell over.
We've talked a lot at the past few rehearsals....he has 10 kids....2 from the first wife.... and I'm guessing 8 from the second. He worked for Control Data right out of high school and then some warehouse managing jobs over the years. He' been a stay at home dad.... and most recently is working some at Chet's Shoes in Coon Rapids. All of his siblings live relatively near by and his parents live in Andover. It's been fun listening to his account of the neighborhood....I keep forgetting to ask him about the dogs.....I remember seeing the white one - Nanny??? - get hit by the garbage truck and Kenny came with a wheelbarrow and scooped it up to be buried. Jean - he is tall - fairly thin - and has plenty of clean cut, but combed back hair. I'll try to point him out. He remembers how Jim not only rang doorbells, but rang doorbells, waited for the door to open, and THEN ran. He mentioned all of his siblings by name but I don't remember the details - one does your kind of work Deb and he thought maybe in the same school district - couldn't say for sure. Well, there you go.....any stories anyone want to share about the old neighborhood kids?
I'll try some pictures to the picture place soon....Ron, good to hear from you....I've got to try some of the technology stuff.....I'm pretty slow with some of that stuff......I did go skiing this winter for the first time in about 10 years......I did well and felt OK.
Take Care!!
We've talked a lot at the past few rehearsals....he has 10 kids....2 from the first wife.... and I'm guessing 8 from the second. He worked for Control Data right out of high school and then some warehouse managing jobs over the years. He' been a stay at home dad.... and most recently is working some at Chet's Shoes in Coon Rapids. All of his siblings live relatively near by and his parents live in Andover. It's been fun listening to his account of the neighborhood....I keep forgetting to ask him about the dogs.....I remember seeing the white one - Nanny??? - get hit by the garbage truck and Kenny came with a wheelbarrow and scooped it up to be buried. Jean - he is tall - fairly thin - and has plenty of clean cut, but combed back hair. I'll try to point him out. He remembers how Jim not only rang doorbells, but rang doorbells, waited for the door to open, and THEN ran. He mentioned all of his siblings by name but I don't remember the details - one does your kind of work Deb and he thought maybe in the same school district - couldn't say for sure. Well, there you go.....any stories anyone want to share about the old neighborhood kids?
I'll try some pictures to the picture place soon....Ron, good to hear from you....I've got to try some of the technology stuff.....I'm pretty slow with some of that stuff......I did go skiing this winter for the first time in about 10 years......I did well and felt OK.
Take Care!!
I did it!
I already admitted that I changed the colors to the yellow and black so that I could actually read the print. I believe the exact phrase I used was, and I quote, "I can't believe you normal freaks can actually read that".
Colors annoy the crap out of me! I am so sick of hearing "Oooo..AAhhh the Fall Colors, or "Oh, look everyone there's a rainbow! A faint greenish redish stripe in the sky?? Big deal. What the hell are fall colors anyway? A bunch of brownish-greenish, smudgy foliage. Yeah, let's spend an afternoon driving aroung looking at bushes and discussing the hues...You know gas is $3.79 a gallon in Gold Bar!?...makes me sick! Grass is green (although it looks orangish to me) pumpkins are orange! The little traffic light looks just plain light to me, and the middle one looks orange, and the red one looks red.
I know, sounds like sour grapes. Dave...any back-up here?
Colors annoy the crap out of me! I am so sick of hearing "Oooo..AAhhh the Fall Colors, or "Oh, look everyone there's a rainbow! A faint greenish redish stripe in the sky?? Big deal. What the hell are fall colors anyway? A bunch of brownish-greenish, smudgy foliage. Yeah, let's spend an afternoon driving aroung looking at bushes and discussing the hues...You know gas is $3.79 a gallon in Gold Bar!?...makes me sick! Grass is green (although it looks orangish to me) pumpkins are orange! The little traffic light looks just plain light to me, and the middle one looks orange, and the red one looks red.
I know, sounds like sour grapes. Dave...any back-up here?
Sexy photo's of Jeanie
This is about I all could find, Heffner is thinking miss July.Is that a booger?????????
THIS FAMILY IS HILARIOUS !
I've been going back and reading comments on all the blogs, which I hope everybody does periodically, and they are hilarious!!! So just in case you don't- I have a few things to comment on: Favorite Cereal growing up: Cocoa Krispies. Favorite Cereal now: Cocoa Krispies. Please no marshmallows. Jamie. The turkeys in my tree: Deb, go on a nature walk in your yard, but watch out, the female might get jealous. Jamie thinks they may be out there waiting to put on a show for you. Ron: I absolutely love what you have put on here, I am the one with dial up and it worked great at work but here tonight when I was showing Bruno, it would play a few seconds, then stop a few, all the way through. Both of them, but keep 'em coming because I sneak on at work.... about 10 times a day lately. Look what you started Dave. But you know what you guys, this is fun. Just plain old fun. I may not respond to all blogs but I read them all.
By the way, Broder, seriously do you know who Neil Diamond is?????? And if not, Dave and Kris - wow, what is the problem!!!! LOL (Deb taught me that) (not really, but its fun to tease)
Rich, you must have one tough rooftop in your mouth for those Crunchberries, I prefer the peanut butter ones, but I'll eat anything. And yeah, who the heck is MIKE that is skating this weekend? If I can't figure it out tomorrow night, I might just flare my nostrils at you. Or wipe you with peanut butter. And by the way, who put the bright green on here yesterday?? JODIIIIIIIIIII???? All of a sudden it showed up with the Quisp dude.
Jim and Sand, looking forward to seeing the boys tomorrow. Sand, hope you're doing well-- your Dad too. What is Sam doing tonight? Creating clay things? Running around the basement 87 times? (no kidding you guys, he really did that once). Or let me guess, Jim and Sam are fishing... no doubt.
I LOVE all the pictures in the whatever its called, can SOMEBODY please put some in of me?? Does anyone really think I can do that on my own? Wow. No. Am I the clowns daughter?
Miss you Colorado and Washington people, ALL OF YOU!
Jessica, is the table crooked? And oh yeah, who is going on all of these blogs and signing themself (themselves ??) as ANONYMOUS? Own up, NOW!
Anyway, I could go on all night but I really need to go now. I have to go look at the 5 ducks in the neighbors back yard, your friends house Brandi. Watch out, they're headed your way. Brandi, shut your eyes!!!!!!
Love you guys.
Jeanbo
By the way, Broder, seriously do you know who Neil Diamond is?????? And if not, Dave and Kris - wow, what is the problem!!!! LOL (Deb taught me that) (not really, but its fun to tease)
Rich, you must have one tough rooftop in your mouth for those Crunchberries, I prefer the peanut butter ones, but I'll eat anything. And yeah, who the heck is MIKE that is skating this weekend? If I can't figure it out tomorrow night, I might just flare my nostrils at you. Or wipe you with peanut butter. And by the way, who put the bright green on here yesterday?? JODIIIIIIIIIII???? All of a sudden it showed up with the Quisp dude.
Jim and Sand, looking forward to seeing the boys tomorrow. Sand, hope you're doing well-- your Dad too. What is Sam doing tonight? Creating clay things? Running around the basement 87 times? (no kidding you guys, he really did that once). Or let me guess, Jim and Sam are fishing... no doubt.
I LOVE all the pictures in the whatever its called, can SOMEBODY please put some in of me?? Does anyone really think I can do that on my own? Wow. No. Am I the clowns daughter?
Miss you Colorado and Washington people, ALL OF YOU!
Jessica, is the table crooked? And oh yeah, who is going on all of these blogs and signing themself (themselves ??) as ANONYMOUS? Own up, NOW!
Anyway, I could go on all night but I really need to go now. I have to go look at the 5 ducks in the neighbors back yard, your friends house Brandi. Watch out, they're headed your way. Brandi, shut your eyes!!!!!!
Love you guys.
Jeanbo
The table
Jess and I are building a coffee table for her. Jess is planning on moving out this summer. It ought to be interesting. Anyway, it will be topped with tile, trimmed with Mahogany that I brought back from Somalia. The legs are pretty cool, they come from some old table we found at a Goodwill store.
Jess says I am impatient when working with her. I just get in the zone and forget. That's my excuse anyway. We'll post some pic's at the photo bucket soon.
We are already on our 3rd design idea. This seems to be good tho. We'll see.
Dave
Jess says I am impatient when working with her. I just get in the zone and forget. That's my excuse anyway. We'll post some pic's at the photo bucket soon.
We are already on our 3rd design idea. This seems to be good tho. We'll see.
Dave
Storm the Gates of Hell
Another cold night has past. Perseverance was all that kept me alive. I awaken to the stream of agony. I hear the howling wind of pain and the rain of fear pounds the earth. Twisted vines of lies choke the life out of great trees. Shadowy figures of souls in sorrow wander through the valley of despair. Crooked and hunched demons poke and prod at those in doubt. A senseless madness consumes the world in a blazing fire. Ominous clouds cover the horizon and blizzards of anger rip flesh from bone. Lighting cracks, illuminating fearsome faces with horns and sharp dagger teeth. The bizarreness of the place gives one the chills. The frightening images scare a normal man, but who said I was normal? Fording rivers and trudging through mud I continue to move. I move through this life without a sense of anything. Without fear, without hate, without sorrow; I become the last warrior. A fighter of truth, a fighter for justice, the last hope for sanity. A purger of evil, a champion of the light. The pains of this earth won't harm me, the troubles of this world can't bother. The sweeping dark that has consumed so many is naught but a laughing matter. I bring truth and light. With enduring armor and a honed sword, I rescue the ones who can't help themselves. Storm the gates of hell.
Broder Johnston
Broder Johnston
New Title
I've caught up on reading the blogs from the beginning and suddenly my entries seem less profound. I think the title should be changed, as the content and communication suggests anything but dysfunction. Work in the public schools long enough and you'll find families with real dysfunction.
Joey and Tia are great and he was the special helper at preschool, yesterday!
Joey and Tia are great and he was the special helper at preschool, yesterday!
Apr 23, 2008
Wow!
I am amazed at the power of this Site! It uploads quick and easy. If you want to view the clips bigger, just hold the Crtl button and hit the + button. Every click enlarges the window when you are on the internet. You can also just roll your mouse button (if you have one) instead of hitting the plus sign.
Below is an Instructional video on how I inserted the singing thing. I hope to see your shining faces soon!
Love,
Ron
Below is an Instructional video on how I inserted the singing thing. I hope to see your shining faces soon!
Love,
Ron
How to Upload Pictures and Videos
Hi Everyone, Sorry about that last entry, I thought I had a video attached. I will try again and hopefully we can share pictures right away. If there is no clip then I've learned that they can't be much longer than 30 seconds. If you see an X, you need to update your windows media player, if you are on dial up, I don't know what it would be like.
rojo
rojo
I Hacked in
Sorry! I changed the background and colors on my machine because of the handicap I share with the originator of this blog. I got a sharp pain in my head with the funky blue, purple, pinkish or whatever color that was in one of Deb's blogs. It amazes me that you normal freaks can read that!
I have inserted a short video to make you all (well, the skiers) jealous! I will make and insert an instructional video so we can share pics and video right here!
We are absolutely wonderful and looking forward to a great summer. Please, anyone, buy some airline tickets and come to Gold Bar for a bit of Heaven this summer!
We love you,
Ron, Tia, Joey
I have inserted a short video to make you all (well, the skiers) jealous! I will make and insert an instructional video so we can share pics and video right here!
We are absolutely wonderful and looking forward to a great summer. Please, anyone, buy some airline tickets and come to Gold Bar for a bit of Heaven this summer!
We love you,
Ron, Tia, Joey
A few questions????
Did the background of the blog change recently?? It opened real slow tonight and the colors/boxes look different.
Where did the Knox thing come from???
Deb...you're 50??
I probably didn't' tell you all the Ann, due to budget cuts, has been bumped out of her position at Edinbrook Elementary. She will teach somewhere at some grade level next year, but who knows where? She is riding the coaster of emotions as she prepares to leave her building after14 years at 1st grade. I'll keep you posted.
I"ll give you sibs a first name, you fill in the last....I'm curious to see who you come up with...ready?
Mike____?_____ (the Mike I'm thinking of is skating in the very same ice show that Ali and I are skating in this weekend)
Dave, I'm experiencing lots of anxiety over which topic to blog about that makes me anxious. As time permits...I'll reveal them all.....
Do you guys get my humor??? My students don't pick up on it much either....
Time for Pop tarts....goodnight
Rich
Where did the Knox thing come from???
Deb...you're 50??
I probably didn't' tell you all the Ann, due to budget cuts, has been bumped out of her position at Edinbrook Elementary. She will teach somewhere at some grade level next year, but who knows where? She is riding the coaster of emotions as she prepares to leave her building after14 years at 1st grade. I'll keep you posted.
I"ll give you sibs a first name, you fill in the last....I'm curious to see who you come up with...ready?
Mike____?_____ (the Mike I'm thinking of is skating in the very same ice show that Ali and I are skating in this weekend)
Dave, I'm experiencing lots of anxiety over which topic to blog about that makes me anxious. As time permits...I'll reveal them all.....
Do you guys get my humor??? My students don't pick up on it much either....
Time for Pop tarts....goodnight
Rich
*Music
You have all shared some gooood stuff! Now I need to know if somebody will share some music with me :) I am looking for the songs:
'Love Don't Live Here'..... by Lady Antebellum
'Trying To Stop Your Leaving'...Dierks Bentley
If you have these songs in your computer would you, could you, send them to me at my AOL address?
I would appreciate it!
Thanks
Deb
Metaphors of Personalities
Every machine and system has a glorious begining. Paraded around, talked about, and glorified. But its slow and seemingly invisible decay starts at the very begging. Blemishes are spotted in the systems. Faults are found in the machine. Slowly but surly, every single system falls about, leaving the country to run rampid and anarchy to ensue. Evey machine fails, leaving the user helpless and stranded.
Every mountain has a story. A grand and amazing story. They start as nothing, but do indeed steal the stage with their impressive entrances, leaving the other actor to plot revenge. They seem tall and mighty, but like everything with a start, they end. The rock is worn down by the most inconceivable matter. Water, wind, dust. The combination of the three harmless items can wear the face of a mountain, and crumble it whence it came.
Every star that burns bright, every fire leaping about all are put out. The start burns itself out, like a greedy business man. The fire, consuming everything it can without second thought, starves itself, down the coals who hope for the slightest of wood. They turn grey. Grey and boring like the stormy clouds. Every star, as conceited as they are about their light, loose it all. They fall in on themselves, loosing any sign of life.
Every oak a small sapling, but over decades of slow and continuos growth they became strong. They shelter and feed others who cannot shelter and feed them selves. With open arms they welcome the creatures of the forest, they harbor the forgotten. The oak, is what I strive to be.
Zachary Broder Johnston
Every mountain has a story. A grand and amazing story. They start as nothing, but do indeed steal the stage with their impressive entrances, leaving the other actor to plot revenge. They seem tall and mighty, but like everything with a start, they end. The rock is worn down by the most inconceivable matter. Water, wind, dust. The combination of the three harmless items can wear the face of a mountain, and crumble it whence it came.
Every star that burns bright, every fire leaping about all are put out. The start burns itself out, like a greedy business man. The fire, consuming everything it can without second thought, starves itself, down the coals who hope for the slightest of wood. They turn grey. Grey and boring like the stormy clouds. Every star, as conceited as they are about their light, loose it all. They fall in on themselves, loosing any sign of life.
Every oak a small sapling, but over decades of slow and continuos growth they became strong. They shelter and feed others who cannot shelter and feed them selves. With open arms they welcome the creatures of the forest, they harbor the forgotten. The oak, is what I strive to be.
Zachary Broder Johnston
*From the Oldest of 7
To My Brothers and Sisters:
I want you all to know how much you have amazed me in the past few years and since this blog started. The blogs you have written, the replies you have sent have shown me how amazing you all are. My younger brothers and sisters have really grown over the years. I am proud to have the 6 of you as siblings.
I always thought I was the one with problems in my life and I always thought the other 6 of you had it all together and had the ideal lives. Normal kids, good jobs/careers, husbands/wive's and success in general. You all have had your share of trials and tribulations too! I don't consider myself a failure because what I want out of life is still yet to come...I'm just a late bloomer that made mistakes in many of my choices. You have all helped me see that there is still hope...even if I am 50, which by the way isn't so bad.
To Kris, Annie, Bruce, Jamie, Tia and Sandy:
Thank you all for being who you are and for the great things you have brought to the lives of my siblings. You are all very unique people...you have to be in order to be a member of this bunch lol
Times change, people change and grow...I want you to know that you have helped me in different ways to do just that!
Big Hugs to all of you!
Love ya!
DEB
Who remembers this? more than likely Richard
I have often thought about this cereal I am going to buy some at
http://quisp.elsstore.com/ or you can go to amazon.com
When eating Quisp it does not leave your mouth raw and torn up like The captain, man
that hurts.
Tyler tells me that we kids are alot alike (eeewww) so I want to know what was your
favorite cereal growing up? Mine is not Raisin Bran and yes Rich, Jean & Ron I am sorry
I puked all over the car.
Love Ya
Jodi
COMPASSION vs. VULNERABILITY
I often have a hard time understanding Compassion. I sometimes feel the need to receive it but on the other hand I have a hard time giving it even so I know in my heart someone definitely needs it, I can feel it and want to give it I just don't know how.It makes me feel vulnerable, being vulnerable to me is: sometimes being taken advantage of, letting someone down, failure.I obviously have these walls built up around me, they make me feel safe and I think no one can hurt my feelings. I know by doing this that I am only hurting myself. So why do I freakin do it? I know what Jamie's thoughts are on this and I am grateful that he still puts up with my spoiled butt up on my throne. Why do I have this personality flaw? It works great in the business I am in, cuz people are always complaining that they have to pay for insurance, I think to myself "well duh!" but it is my ability to be black and whitethat people look for in there time of need. I hear so many excuses why people cannot pay their bills or how their spouse is cheating, or their kids are pieces of work and being compassionate only costs my company money.Tylers truck is a great example: I feel for him that it is going to cost him money even so it's his fault but to show it would only mean admitting defeat. I now want to know which one of my sibilings I have to blame that made me this way. was it sitting on the beanbag on top of me, hitting me on the head with their class ring, going to blows with my sister, or how about the frickin woodpecker. I am the youngest so I am allowed to be a brat
.Love yaJodi
.Love yaJodi
Apr 22, 2008
The loss of a very worthy opponent
I got news today that one of my former managers passed away on Friday last week.
His name was Rodger Klevesahl, he was my boss when I worked at Rose Productions Presents. We did all of the cool concerts back in the 80’s, Kiss, Motley Crew, White Snake, AC/DC, Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, The Grateful Dead, Prince (we did all of the production help for Purple Rain), The Suburbs, Husker Du, Madonna, lets put it this way, if it mattered to anyone we were the promoter.
Rodger was one of the first persons to really challenge me, he would make me take everything that I did for the company to the next level, if it was print ad promotion he’d have me do all of the Key Line (information pertinent to the artist and type set you choose) and push me to really push it to a new level, I actually got so good at it we won all the print ad’s for Prince “LOVE SEXY” tour, Kiss Animalize tour, and The Grateful Dead Peter Max shows. I also learned a lot about how the music industry really works, it is not at all what anyone pictures. Frank Sinatra sitting in the Northstars Locker Room at the Met Center, Bloomington comes to mind, he’s in his room with his three bottles of water, a hot plate and making himself some tea and Campbell’s Chicken Noodle soup with this big white table cloth as a bib. Rodger’s job was to settle the shows, and all accounting for the ticket sales. My job was to try and make this as easy possible with providing all of the dead print, radio logs and t.v. logs so we could get paid out and make the percentages. Towards the end of my employment I was doing all of the settlements and Rodger was talent buying.
Rodger noticed after about a year of working together that I have a real problem with failure. I would really kick my own butt for days over the smallest missed detail. He would tease me that no matter how hard I tried I would never be perfect, I’d just laugh it off, and mull over how to make sure if wouldn’t do it again. At the time I was Drugging and Drinking heavily but I would also camel out and go for month’s without doing anything being in total denial. I got up everyday worked, paid my bills, had a great place and nice things, I didn’t have a problem. He was 7 years sober at the time and suggested I meet Ernie Larson (yes the speaker) and Beverly his secretary. I reluctantly agreed to go only to shut him up (again I didn’t have a problem). Well to make a long story short I met myself for the first time in these meetings and damn it I have Rodger to thank. One of Rodgers quotes that I still use “if two people tell you that you have a tail, take a look behind you”. He’d start off the day coming off the elevator at Rose and instead of saying hello he’d just say “one day at a time, right?... He also would say, “if you can’t do it for yourself, do it for you kid”. And when he’d leave work he’d say “kiss your son for me”. Just to remind me that letting your kids know you love them isn’t unmanly. If you hadn’t seen Rodger for a while he wouldn’t shake your hand, he’d give you a hug.
Why I say he was a worthy opponent, he had rules for a disagreement.
1. All parties evolved are to stay in the room until the conflict is resolved and a compromise is reached. If you tried to walk away he'd say "get back in here".
2. Neither party will be right or wrong, they will just differ in opinion.
3. If someone feels they must yell, said party must sit silent for one minute before they can speak again.
4. You couldn’t leave his office until you took a Prepridge Farms Sausalito Macadamia nut cookie. Everyone feels better after a cookie.
We would get into disagreements over the silliest things, what color we should paint the office, or which chair would look better in our foyer of the office. We would actually start a disagreement and would see that it was noon, go to Eddingtons Eatery and disagree over lunch, walk back to the office disagreeing, back to his office and at about two or three decide to do this part of the task this way (his) and do that part of the task that way (mine)… It always worked that way, and if I just wanted to rollover on a disagreement he would allow it. We can’t have me making all of the decisions that’s not how a team works.
I left Rose to follow my musical career and he left a year later in 1989 to work with this little computer software company “Microsoft” to work on this crazy Windows Software project they had. Yes, Rodger was the promoter who launched Windows.
We’d touch base over the years and it was always great to know he was alright, happy, and hustling.
Rodger just lost a bout with Colon Cancer, I hate Cancer, Cancer sucks. If I were rich I would devote all of my free time to helping children and families deal with childhood Cancer. Losing Rodger, we all lose, he knew all of the rules and knew how to play the game.
His name was Rodger Klevesahl, he was my boss when I worked at Rose Productions Presents. We did all of the cool concerts back in the 80’s, Kiss, Motley Crew, White Snake, AC/DC, Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, The Grateful Dead, Prince (we did all of the production help for Purple Rain), The Suburbs, Husker Du, Madonna, lets put it this way, if it mattered to anyone we were the promoter.
Rodger was one of the first persons to really challenge me, he would make me take everything that I did for the company to the next level, if it was print ad promotion he’d have me do all of the Key Line (information pertinent to the artist and type set you choose) and push me to really push it to a new level, I actually got so good at it we won all the print ad’s for Prince “LOVE SEXY” tour, Kiss Animalize tour, and The Grateful Dead Peter Max shows. I also learned a lot about how the music industry really works, it is not at all what anyone pictures. Frank Sinatra sitting in the Northstars Locker Room at the Met Center, Bloomington comes to mind, he’s in his room with his three bottles of water, a hot plate and making himself some tea and Campbell’s Chicken Noodle soup with this big white table cloth as a bib. Rodger’s job was to settle the shows, and all accounting for the ticket sales. My job was to try and make this as easy possible with providing all of the dead print, radio logs and t.v. logs so we could get paid out and make the percentages. Towards the end of my employment I was doing all of the settlements and Rodger was talent buying.
Rodger noticed after about a year of working together that I have a real problem with failure. I would really kick my own butt for days over the smallest missed detail. He would tease me that no matter how hard I tried I would never be perfect, I’d just laugh it off, and mull over how to make sure if wouldn’t do it again. At the time I was Drugging and Drinking heavily but I would also camel out and go for month’s without doing anything being in total denial. I got up everyday worked, paid my bills, had a great place and nice things, I didn’t have a problem. He was 7 years sober at the time and suggested I meet Ernie Larson (yes the speaker) and Beverly his secretary. I reluctantly agreed to go only to shut him up (again I didn’t have a problem). Well to make a long story short I met myself for the first time in these meetings and damn it I have Rodger to thank. One of Rodgers quotes that I still use “if two people tell you that you have a tail, take a look behind you”. He’d start off the day coming off the elevator at Rose and instead of saying hello he’d just say “one day at a time, right?... He also would say, “if you can’t do it for yourself, do it for you kid”. And when he’d leave work he’d say “kiss your son for me”. Just to remind me that letting your kids know you love them isn’t unmanly. If you hadn’t seen Rodger for a while he wouldn’t shake your hand, he’d give you a hug.
Why I say he was a worthy opponent, he had rules for a disagreement.
1. All parties evolved are to stay in the room until the conflict is resolved and a compromise is reached. If you tried to walk away he'd say "get back in here".
2. Neither party will be right or wrong, they will just differ in opinion.
3. If someone feels they must yell, said party must sit silent for one minute before they can speak again.
4. You couldn’t leave his office until you took a Prepridge Farms Sausalito Macadamia nut cookie. Everyone feels better after a cookie.
We would get into disagreements over the silliest things, what color we should paint the office, or which chair would look better in our foyer of the office. We would actually start a disagreement and would see that it was noon, go to Eddingtons Eatery and disagree over lunch, walk back to the office disagreeing, back to his office and at about two or three decide to do this part of the task this way (his) and do that part of the task that way (mine)… It always worked that way, and if I just wanted to rollover on a disagreement he would allow it. We can’t have me making all of the decisions that’s not how a team works.
I left Rose to follow my musical career and he left a year later in 1989 to work with this little computer software company “Microsoft” to work on this crazy Windows Software project they had. Yes, Rodger was the promoter who launched Windows.
We’d touch base over the years and it was always great to know he was alright, happy, and hustling.
Rodger just lost a bout with Colon Cancer, I hate Cancer, Cancer sucks. If I were rich I would devote all of my free time to helping children and families deal with childhood Cancer. Losing Rodger, we all lose, he knew all of the rules and knew how to play the game.
WOODPECKERS AND TURKEYS
Ok wow, this is new for me, typing in color!!! Hopefully it shows up on the background. Anyway Dave, I'm still on the Woodpecker story and am laughing my butt off!!! ( I wish) Because I remember back to Ramsey; Joda and I sharing the bedroom next to Mom and Dads-- the back one facing the pool. Ok, everyday dang Saturday and Sunday when we could sleep in (until 7:30, ha ha ha) the flippen thing would show up on the outside of our bedroom wall. What was it you called it??? Oh yeah, tump tump tump. I would either bang on the wall or open the window and it would fly away..... for about 15 seconds. It used to piss me off so bad because I really don't think Joda ever heard it. But she could hear me snoring.
Wow.
So anyway, on to the turkeys. Last week I was in the bedroom here on the computer and Jackson the Germain Short Hair Dog was barking ... and barking... and so on. Bruce (from here on out known as Bruno) was yelling for me to come outside. I ran out the patio door in our bedroom just in time to see two wild turkeys take off from the ground and land in our huge tree in our back yard. It was almost dark, closer to dark than light but it was so cool. They actually looked pretty skinny and tall but I guess thats how they look when they have their feathers out. So anyway, this was a real windy night but they stayed in that tree all night -- about 35 feet up in the air. This tree has got to be over 100 yrs old, so its got many more "trees" growing out of it!! Anyway it was the coolest thing. Bruno said they were still there when he was out in the morning with Lexi and Jackson, but they flew away as soon as the sun came up. (clouds that day). They were gone before I got up.... at 7am! (thats late for most working people, call me lazy).
Well Brunos ball team took second this last weekend in the tournament so he's pretty happy. This next weekend we have the first "real" tournament, the Dudley Early Bird. Its the first National qualifier, hopefuly they will do well. But this is the husband who retired from managing a year and a half ago... here we are. He can't get it out of his blood. Neither can I. We had Brent last weekend and had a real good time, he called tonight and wants to come again this weekend. Well we are busy Friday night and Bruces dad is going to be here Saturday and Sunday(plus the ball tournament) and at first I said no; then I realized how much we really do miss him and his hugs and all that and so he is going to come over Saturday as long as his Mom will be able to drop him off. He keeps talking about making sure he is "with us" for Mom's 4th of July thing and both "Johnston Christmas Parties". Anyway, I am rambling. Thanks for the responses to my last blog, you have ALL been there for me in ways you couldn't possibly imagine, ALL of you.
Love everyone,
Jeanie
Wow.
So anyway, on to the turkeys. Last week I was in the bedroom here on the computer and Jackson the Germain Short Hair Dog was barking ... and barking... and so on. Bruce (from here on out known as Bruno) was yelling for me to come outside. I ran out the patio door in our bedroom just in time to see two wild turkeys take off from the ground and land in our huge tree in our back yard. It was almost dark, closer to dark than light but it was so cool. They actually looked pretty skinny and tall but I guess thats how they look when they have their feathers out. So anyway, this was a real windy night but they stayed in that tree all night -- about 35 feet up in the air. This tree has got to be over 100 yrs old, so its got many more "trees" growing out of it!! Anyway it was the coolest thing. Bruno said they were still there when he was out in the morning with Lexi and Jackson, but they flew away as soon as the sun came up. (clouds that day). They were gone before I got up.... at 7am! (thats late for most working people, call me lazy).
Well Brunos ball team took second this last weekend in the tournament so he's pretty happy. This next weekend we have the first "real" tournament, the Dudley Early Bird. Its the first National qualifier, hopefuly they will do well. But this is the husband who retired from managing a year and a half ago... here we are. He can't get it out of his blood. Neither can I. We had Brent last weekend and had a real good time, he called tonight and wants to come again this weekend. Well we are busy Friday night and Bruces dad is going to be here Saturday and Sunday(plus the ball tournament) and at first I said no; then I realized how much we really do miss him and his hugs and all that and so he is going to come over Saturday as long as his Mom will be able to drop him off. He keeps talking about making sure he is "with us" for Mom's 4th of July thing and both "Johnston Christmas Parties". Anyway, I am rambling. Thanks for the responses to my last blog, you have ALL been there for me in ways you couldn't possibly imagine, ALL of you.
Love everyone,
Jeanie
WHAT??
Ok, this is only the 2nd time I've come on here, why didn't it make me sign in this time?
I am not going to type anything else until I know this worked. Plus I have to go balance the checkbook.... anybody have about $5000? hahaha
Jeanie
I am not going to type anything else until I know this worked. Plus I have to go balance the checkbook.... anybody have about $5000? hahaha
Jeanie
*Spring in my yard!!
Brandi I got to watch Mother Nature at work. A pair of mallards wandered into my yard so we decided to feed them. We watched for a bit and then came in the house. A few seconds later we heard quacking so we went to the window. Another duck had joined them, a male to be exact. I pretty much knew what was going to happen since I have seen it many times. Ducks are not shy. One of the drakes had the little female by the neck and was trying to hop on her back.....the other was trying to fight off his rival. Brandi said "they're going to hurt her, I'm going out to scare them away". I told her it was natural and that we had to let nature run its course. I also told her that eventually one of the males would give up and go on his merry way. We continued to watch and see what would happen. They continued their battle in my yard and slowly made their way to Barb's yard behind mine. I was right, one of them gave up and turned the other direction. The other 2 sat a few feet apart from each other for a while and then they too went away together. I don't know which male was which so I have no idea if it was the 1st one or 2nd one that stayed with her. This time of year is always interesting when it comes to the critters...they like to breed in my yard in front of anyone that is around. When Brandi was very little she saw 2 rabbits "fighting" and said.."Mom! that rabbit is jumping on the other...she was horrified! I went to see what she was talking about and all I could do was laugh.....the male was 'jumping' on the wrong end of the female! Maybe it was his first time or maybe that is part of the rabbit mating ritual. I could hardly console Brandi because she thought the poor bunny was getting beat up.
I've witnessed many animals during their rituals and some look and sound extremely vicious. In case anyone wonders...NO...I don't go looking to watch these acts, I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I'm a nature lover so I find it interesting to see the critters do what comes natural. The only complaint I have is the robins. They like to build their nest under my deck which happens to be right outside Brandi's bedroom window. They see their reflections and figure another bird is in their territory so they fly into the window all day long. I've covered it and various other things but it always failed. Last year I kept close watch on the deck and as soon as I saw a nest being built I removed it. We couldn't even go in the yard for fear of being dive-bombed by those crazy birds. I know my brothers have experienced that also. My plan is to staple some screen across the openings but if the robins get there before me I'll remove the nest again. Two years in a row of the window banging was enough for us!
DEB
I've witnessed many animals during their rituals and some look and sound extremely vicious. In case anyone wonders...NO...I don't go looking to watch these acts, I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I'm a nature lover so I find it interesting to see the critters do what comes natural. The only complaint I have is the robins. They like to build their nest under my deck which happens to be right outside Brandi's bedroom window. They see their reflections and figure another bird is in their territory so they fly into the window all day long. I've covered it and various other things but it always failed. Last year I kept close watch on the deck and as soon as I saw a nest being built I removed it. We couldn't even go in the yard for fear of being dive-bombed by those crazy birds. I know my brothers have experienced that also. My plan is to staple some screen across the openings but if the robins get there before me I'll remove the nest again. Two years in a row of the window banging was enough for us!
DEB
Photo Bucket?
What the hell is a photo bucket? I was attempting to post a picture of the family and asked Jessie if she could scan it on her computer and put it on my computer. Jessie says,"I'll just put it in photo bucket for you." I says, Huh?" "Photo bucket dad, photo bucket, you know what that is right?" "AUHNO?" "C'mon dad, do you know how to use a photo bucket?" "AUHNO?"
Anyway Jess was nice enough to put it on my computer...Or maybe she was just frustrated enough to do it for me.
Anyway Jess was nice enough to put it on my computer...Or maybe she was just frustrated enough to do it for me.
Confirmation Names
When I was at St. Stephens I was confirmed. I chose the name "Thomas" for a reason. Just curious, anyone else confirmed and what was your name and reason for choosing it?
I choose Thomas, ironically, because I doubted everything I was being told. I questioned it, held it at arms length, recited but did not believe it, can still recite the Mass today. I understand that Dad can recite it in Latin. Jim and I did the altar boy thing together, but I never really embraced it. I spent years looking for the answer only to go back to my Catholic roots and have Jesus show me the holes in His hands.
I have no idea what names any of you chose. I'd like to know.
Dave
I choose Thomas, ironically, because I doubted everything I was being told. I questioned it, held it at arms length, recited but did not believe it, can still recite the Mass today. I understand that Dad can recite it in Latin. Jim and I did the altar boy thing together, but I never really embraced it. I spent years looking for the answer only to go back to my Catholic roots and have Jesus show me the holes in His hands.
I have no idea what names any of you chose. I'd like to know.
Dave
To the Family
Wow,
when I had the idea of this blog I never realized that we would get to such and honest open level of communication so quickly. I respect and love you all for that. If you look at the right side of the blog you can see that I have revised our statement. I think now is a time to grieve with each other and really encourage one another.
Sandy,
I am so sorry about what your dad is going through. Your dad, and all of ours, is from a generation that deserves much respect. Your testimony about him is awsome, he has given you such a legacy. I often Wonder if my kids will write about me with the same love and respect you have for Mel.
Deb,
I remember sitting with Kate and telling her how much you loved her even when you had to punish her. She knows. Every one is born different. Some have great and huge struggles. Kate is one of those...she still needs you and needs to hear you love her. I understand the whole parent responsibility thing. It is much easier for me to blow it off than it is for Kris. Moms have a different connections with their kids and feel the child's pain in a much different way than dads do. Don't let that unique pain accuse you.
Brandi,
me and my big brother grew up doing everything together. I mean everything. If Jim got into trouble mom and dad just automatically came and got me too. I looked up to him I followed his advice on girls, he was always very good with the ladies, I ran because he ran, and so on. Then there came the day when we split. I don't know how or even why, but we were no longer two brothers aginst the world. I was done with him. I actually hated him (sorry Jim).
Today, we talk about once a month at a minimum. We talk about our kids, our lives, our future, the Wild and the AVS, the twins, our kids, we love our kids, he tells me stories about Sam that make me laugh until I cry. We have very deep conversations about God. We have talked for hours. We are closer now than we were when we shared a bedroom. What I want to tell you is HOPE. Hope for the thing that is yet unseen. Hope for that relationship to be restored. I have seen it. Not only in my family but some of my friends family's as well.
For the men,
what's really on your mind? What is really got you anxious, or doubting?
Love you guys
Dave
when I had the idea of this blog I never realized that we would get to such and honest open level of communication so quickly. I respect and love you all for that. If you look at the right side of the blog you can see that I have revised our statement. I think now is a time to grieve with each other and really encourage one another.
Sandy,
I am so sorry about what your dad is going through. Your dad, and all of ours, is from a generation that deserves much respect. Your testimony about him is awsome, he has given you such a legacy. I often Wonder if my kids will write about me with the same love and respect you have for Mel.
Deb,
I remember sitting with Kate and telling her how much you loved her even when you had to punish her. She knows. Every one is born different. Some have great and huge struggles. Kate is one of those...she still needs you and needs to hear you love her. I understand the whole parent responsibility thing. It is much easier for me to blow it off than it is for Kris. Moms have a different connections with their kids and feel the child's pain in a much different way than dads do. Don't let that unique pain accuse you.
Brandi,
me and my big brother grew up doing everything together. I mean everything. If Jim got into trouble mom and dad just automatically came and got me too. I looked up to him I followed his advice on girls, he was always very good with the ladies, I ran because he ran, and so on. Then there came the day when we split. I don't know how or even why, but we were no longer two brothers aginst the world. I was done with him. I actually hated him (sorry Jim).
Today, we talk about once a month at a minimum. We talk about our kids, our lives, our future, the Wild and the AVS, the twins, our kids, we love our kids, he tells me stories about Sam that make me laugh until I cry. We have very deep conversations about God. We have talked for hours. We are closer now than we were when we shared a bedroom. What I want to tell you is HOPE. Hope for the thing that is yet unseen. Hope for that relationship to be restored. I have seen it. Not only in my family but some of my friends family's as well.
For the men,
what's really on your mind? What is really got you anxious, or doubting?
Love you guys
Dave
Apr 21, 2008
How I feel
After reading my mom's blog, I thought that you (the family/reader) should know where I stand and how I feel. First off, this with Katie has been one of the hardest things I have been through. I looked up to Katie. I would seek advice from her about guys. I would also tell her anything and everything that I felt my big sister should know. Than she took off. It felt as though a part of me has left.
I tried to fill that part of my life.. having someone there for me. But anyone that I found and tried to talk to them, it just wasn't the same. The last time I talked to Katie, I told her that I have had enough of everything that has been going on, and the next thing that she does the screws up her life, I was done talking to her. Well, it has come to that point. But I did write her a letter the other day. I wanted her to know how my life was going.
I am going to be 21 in December and I have always had the dream of my big sister taking me to the bars with her. If all goes well, I will be graduating with my two year degree next year around this time. There are certain things in my life that I want my sister to be there.
Overall with everything that has gone on, I honestly do not know what to do. I have Pat to talk too, but I feel sometimes that he does not want to hear it, and I hate bringing it up to my mom because I know how she feels. I tried talking to a counselor at school and that helped some what, but there are more personal things that I need/want to tell someone but I can't. Erin, the counselor from school always tells me to keep my head up and stay strong and focus on me. This is a lot harder than it sounds. I felt that the family should know how I feel about the things going on.
Brandi
I tried to fill that part of my life.. having someone there for me. But anyone that I found and tried to talk to them, it just wasn't the same. The last time I talked to Katie, I told her that I have had enough of everything that has been going on, and the next thing that she does the screws up her life, I was done talking to her. Well, it has come to that point. But I did write her a letter the other day. I wanted her to know how my life was going.
I am going to be 21 in December and I have always had the dream of my big sister taking me to the bars with her. If all goes well, I will be graduating with my two year degree next year around this time. There are certain things in my life that I want my sister to be there.
Overall with everything that has gone on, I honestly do not know what to do. I have Pat to talk too, but I feel sometimes that he does not want to hear it, and I hate bringing it up to my mom because I know how she feels. I tried talking to a counselor at school and that helped some what, but there are more personal things that I need/want to tell someone but I can't. Erin, the counselor from school always tells me to keep my head up and stay strong and focus on me. This is a lot harder than it sounds. I felt that the family should know how I feel about the things going on.
Brandi
*Deb's Visitor
Several times during the weekend I sat at the computer to write in the blog but anxiety had other plans for me. I was also a bit reluctant to bring up the subject (Katie) because it was great hearing about everyone else's life. OK...I know NOT talking about her isn't the answer to the problem but it just depends on how I feel at the time. If I feel like talking about her I usually bring it up, if I don't, I won't mention her name. Brandi and I discuss this topic almost daily anyway. We are so close to the situation that together we can talk to each other any time! Keith prefers to keep quiet about her for the most part.
Many people have told me I am not responsible for what my adult children do or have done. I agree but at the same time...How can a parent NOT take some of the responsibilty/ blame? Maybe those are not the correct words but they are the best I can come up with right now. I have been so torn over the past 7 years about what to feel, how to feel...what is the right way to feel? Sometimes I feel like screaming "Leave me alone" and other times I just want to run away. Sometimes I hate my own child and other times I want to take her in my arms and tell her it will be OK. I want to re-do some of the past but I am realistic enough to know that is not possible. I don't dwell on it coz if I did you all would be visiting me in the nearest mental institution. Anyway, most of the time I don't know how I feel. I sat down to blog during the weekend but couldn't get more than 4 words typed and had to quit.(I know, I said that already) Anxiety had come to visit me again. Anxiety should be one of those 4-letter words that are usually typed like this #@*&!. I cannot concentrate on anything or complete a task. This is not the normal me! I am so thankful winter is over...its always the worst because I am more cooped up inside. I can't garden or work in the yard. The weeds don't stand a chance with me when anxiety comes to visit. I want and need physical activity...its the only thing that seems to help. Anxiety stayed all day Saturday and Sunday...it was too long of a visit as far as I am concerned. I prefer having welcome guests at my house.
Dave mentioned his Elm tree problem and I have the same exact problem with those darn trees. The next time anxiety stops in for a visit those dang trees will want to pull up their roots and run!
Many people have told me I am not responsible for what my adult children do or have done. I agree but at the same time...How can a parent NOT take some of the responsibilty/ blame? Maybe those are not the correct words but they are the best I can come up with right now. I have been so torn over the past 7 years about what to feel, how to feel...what is the right way to feel? Sometimes I feel like screaming "Leave me alone" and other times I just want to run away. Sometimes I hate my own child and other times I want to take her in my arms and tell her it will be OK. I want to re-do some of the past but I am realistic enough to know that is not possible. I don't dwell on it coz if I did you all would be visiting me in the nearest mental institution. Anyway, most of the time I don't know how I feel. I sat down to blog during the weekend but couldn't get more than 4 words typed and had to quit.(I know, I said that already) Anxiety had come to visit me again. Anxiety should be one of those 4-letter words that are usually typed like this #@*&!. I cannot concentrate on anything or complete a task. This is not the normal me! I am so thankful winter is over...its always the worst because I am more cooped up inside. I can't garden or work in the yard. The weeds don't stand a chance with me when anxiety comes to visit. I want and need physical activity...its the only thing that seems to help. Anxiety stayed all day Saturday and Sunday...it was too long of a visit as far as I am concerned. I prefer having welcome guests at my house.
Dave mentioned his Elm tree problem and I have the same exact problem with those darn trees. The next time anxiety stops in for a visit those dang trees will want to pull up their roots and run!
Apr 20, 2008
Mel
Dear Extended Family,
My dad lost his leg yesterday - he went in to have some veins replaced - 4 surgeries and 12 hours later, they ended up amputating his leg. It feels so surreal...I drove home to South Dakoa to be with my sisters and mom and now I'm back in Minneapolis. It doesn't feel like I was even there - except there is this deep ache in my heart that is an almost unbearable physical pain.
I saw him, I spoke with him, I told him I loved him... and there he was - with one leg, telling me he loved me too and that I shouldn't have driven all that way just for him.
I can't imagine losing one of my parents - especially my dad. He's the one who taught me how to drive a stick shift, a motorcycle, a snowmobile and a tractor; he taught me how to change the oil and tires, how to replace alternator belts and not to take any shit from anyone - but be nice. : )
He also taught me to have a deep and real faith in a deep and real Jesus. My fathers faith is very simple but his "journey" has been amazing - that is for another time. Just know that he lived through hell, survived and came out on the other side with a deep faith. When he was 35 years old, he became a Christian - he had been a man struggling with alcohol and a really crummy marriage. Something very real told him that Jesus could give him a new start - a new life, a renewed marriage and a relationship with his children that he hadn't known before. He trusted that and asked the creator of the world to forgive him and give him another chance. Jesus said yes - as He always does. My father has passed on this very simple faith to his daughters, and we have married men who share this as well. I'm so thankful! My dad believed that Jesus really does have the power to forgive anything (and Mel had A LOT of forgiveness to be granted) and that with forgiveness comes something beyond this life. My mom told me that if God wanted to take Daddy first - she would be okay with that because she knows that she gets eternity with him. We will all grieve greatly when Mel is gone - but how incredible to have the rest of forever with him.
I've read some of the posts about truth and right and wrong; it seems to me that there is this pervasive belief that there is not absolute "truth". Let me tell you - there is absolute truth and there are absolute lies.
I don't know how long my dad will live on this earth - and I will be so, so, very sad when he dies. I can't imagine my boys growing up without the farm and the farmer...but I know, in my very core that Heaven is where he'll be - waiting for his daughters and son-in-laws and the rest who choose life over lies.
This is my prayer for this Johnston family - that Jesus reveal himself the you. I don't know what that will look like, and it will look different to each of you - but you will know it when it happens. You may ask, "Is this what she was talking about?" and your soul will shout, "YES!". I am commiting myself to praying for you all by name at 8:30 every morning. Be prepared for your life to be changed. Not because I prayed for you, but because the creator of all the world loves you and cares for you and wants you to have a relationship with Him! He loves you more than you love your spouses, your children, your parents - how much would you give to them, how much more will He give to you? I can't wait! Love, Sandy
My dad lost his leg yesterday - he went in to have some veins replaced - 4 surgeries and 12 hours later, they ended up amputating his leg. It feels so surreal...I drove home to South Dakoa to be with my sisters and mom and now I'm back in Minneapolis. It doesn't feel like I was even there - except there is this deep ache in my heart that is an almost unbearable physical pain.
I saw him, I spoke with him, I told him I loved him... and there he was - with one leg, telling me he loved me too and that I shouldn't have driven all that way just for him.
I can't imagine losing one of my parents - especially my dad. He's the one who taught me how to drive a stick shift, a motorcycle, a snowmobile and a tractor; he taught me how to change the oil and tires, how to replace alternator belts and not to take any shit from anyone - but be nice. : )
He also taught me to have a deep and real faith in a deep and real Jesus. My fathers faith is very simple but his "journey" has been amazing - that is for another time. Just know that he lived through hell, survived and came out on the other side with a deep faith. When he was 35 years old, he became a Christian - he had been a man struggling with alcohol and a really crummy marriage. Something very real told him that Jesus could give him a new start - a new life, a renewed marriage and a relationship with his children that he hadn't known before. He trusted that and asked the creator of the world to forgive him and give him another chance. Jesus said yes - as He always does. My father has passed on this very simple faith to his daughters, and we have married men who share this as well. I'm so thankful! My dad believed that Jesus really does have the power to forgive anything (and Mel had A LOT of forgiveness to be granted) and that with forgiveness comes something beyond this life. My mom told me that if God wanted to take Daddy first - she would be okay with that because she knows that she gets eternity with him. We will all grieve greatly when Mel is gone - but how incredible to have the rest of forever with him.
I've read some of the posts about truth and right and wrong; it seems to me that there is this pervasive belief that there is not absolute "truth". Let me tell you - there is absolute truth and there are absolute lies.
I don't know how long my dad will live on this earth - and I will be so, so, very sad when he dies. I can't imagine my boys growing up without the farm and the farmer...but I know, in my very core that Heaven is where he'll be - waiting for his daughters and son-in-laws and the rest who choose life over lies.
This is my prayer for this Johnston family - that Jesus reveal himself the you. I don't know what that will look like, and it will look different to each of you - but you will know it when it happens. You may ask, "Is this what she was talking about?" and your soul will shout, "YES!". I am commiting myself to praying for you all by name at 8:30 every morning. Be prepared for your life to be changed. Not because I prayed for you, but because the creator of all the world loves you and cares for you and wants you to have a relationship with Him! He loves you more than you love your spouses, your children, your parents - how much would you give to them, how much more will He give to you? I can't wait! Love, Sandy
Drumline: In the Winter
Winterline is what it's better know as. A national motto or at least one in our school is, "Crap, we have to that today?" “The i-don't-care-meter is as far in the red zone as ever before.”-Lars Ulrich. (i edited out the profanity.)Really it is almost and inside joke in a way. No matter what you hear from anyone drummers are naturally lazy, period. Its almost a requirement. Rudiments and shortcuts make playing easier and easier, but it sounds harder and harder. Now I'm rambling, another foundation of drumming, ADD. Anyways, back to Winterline. It's what we do in off-season in a way. Like footballers who run track to stay in shape for the next season. It's probably the most competitive drumming anyone will ever observe. Even though our line is fledgling, we look toward the future of our competitions. The WGI finals is what we aim for. As Neil Peart once said, "“You don't get something for nothing, You can't have freedom for free, You won't get wise with the sleep still in your eyes, No matter what your dreams might be.” We might be a little small and little on the low end of the amazingness-meter but we still try a lot.
Zachary Broder Johnston
Zachary Broder Johnston
Apr 19, 2008
sad news Z
My pride (one of the deadly sins) is a funny thing, see at about 8:00pm this past evening you could of suggested a wager and being that I'm not going to be out done by a 15 year old would of bitten. Well now hindsight being what it is you'd be packing a twenty or so and I'd be one broke no hockey team in the playoffs fool.
Thanks for looking out for your Aunt and Uncle.
Gloating should be one of the deadly sins, at least I think so.
Jamie
Go Rangers, Go Jagr!!!
Thanks for looking out for your Aunt and Uncle.
Gloating should be one of the deadly sins, at least I think so.
Jamie
Go Rangers, Go Jagr!!!
The team of 18,000
For you yahoo redneck cowboys, we didn't have to buy our way into the playoffs.
Wonder how much Peter Forsberg cost them again. Remember your messing with the State of Hockey!
GO WILD! Boogard's coming to get you!
Go Rangers! Go Wings! Go Pens!
J&J
Wonder how much Peter Forsberg cost them again. Remember your messing with the State of Hockey!
GO WILD! Boogard's coming to get you!
Go Rangers! Go Wings! Go Pens!
J&J
My Apologies
When i first had the idea of this blog site I thought it would be neat to be able to blog with my family, who I never see. When I was setting it up I wrote "we are seven strong". I unintentionally left out several people. So Mom & Don, Dad & Myrna, Kris, Jamie, Sandy, Anne Marie, Tia, Bruce, Brandi and any other spouse (O.K. putting in "other spouse" was silly, I mean that would mean someone is secretly married or somethin) or offspring of the Johnston family I do apologize. I am being serious. I hope that none of you felt excluded. I was just so excited at the prospect of setting up and doing a blog I wasn't thinking everything through.
I am looking forward to reading what you all have to say. Please do write.
Thanks,
Dave
I am looking forward to reading what you all have to say. Please do write.
Thanks,
Dave
Apr 18, 2008
I have some things to say....
I have some things to say because I have fallen behind......I thought I made a short cut to the blog and placed it on my desk top. I've checked each day since first posting. There haven't been any new entries for several days...or so I thought.....turns out all I saved was the total blog to that point. All new entries - and there are many I need to comment on - didn't show up on the short cut I had placed on my desktop because it wasn't really a short cut after all. So, here goes....I'm going to respond to many entries in a "short cut" kind of way....
Jim's gold turtle neck in the Santa picture - I wore in third grade for school picture
Brandi - you've got to be kidding me about Jeanie - she really golfs?
Dave - get that pecker
Deb - maybe goldfish was craving attention - what with all the blogging going on nobody's paying attention to the pets of the world
#20 display more love than discipline
Jean - how does one wear "crap"
Brandi - nice picture
Have fun Tyler - I was always too cautious - still am
Jean - I'm sure I don't speak for myself when I say "Lean on Me" during life (I didn't know)
Dave - I think you are the world to them - just not the center - Incidentally - keep good notes - I'll need them soon
As far as the deeper, meaning of life type discussions you've been posting......In talking (typing) with Deb a few weeks ago about Katie, I suggested:
God has cast each of us in our own play and written a script for each one of us. He is the producer and director. For some of us he wrote a comedy, for some a suspenseful thriller, for some a love story, for some a horror story, and for some a drama, or more than likely a combination of several of these. He knows the entire script from beginning to end. He does allow us opportunities to improvise with our lines and movements at times (free will) but he already knows what improvisations we will make. Our plays begin and end as one-act plays, but include hundreds of other characters along the way. He does not give us the authority to direct another's play, and if we walk on their stage or they invite us onto their stage - it is not dumb luck or a coincidence or sheer chance.....It's the director calling us to stage......and when our part is over....he calls us off stage and leaves the main character - each one of us - to our next act.
Singed,
In the Middle
Jim's gold turtle neck in the Santa picture - I wore in third grade for school picture
Brandi - you've got to be kidding me about Jeanie - she really golfs?
Dave - get that pecker
Deb - maybe goldfish was craving attention - what with all the blogging going on nobody's paying attention to the pets of the world
#20 display more love than discipline
Jean - how does one wear "crap"
Brandi - nice picture
Have fun Tyler - I was always too cautious - still am
Jean - I'm sure I don't speak for myself when I say "Lean on Me" during life (I didn't know)
Dave - I think you are the world to them - just not the center - Incidentally - keep good notes - I'll need them soon
As far as the deeper, meaning of life type discussions you've been posting......In talking (typing) with Deb a few weeks ago about Katie, I suggested:
God has cast each of us in our own play and written a script for each one of us. He is the producer and director. For some of us he wrote a comedy, for some a suspenseful thriller, for some a love story, for some a horror story, and for some a drama, or more than likely a combination of several of these. He knows the entire script from beginning to end. He does allow us opportunities to improvise with our lines and movements at times (free will) but he already knows what improvisations we will make. Our plays begin and end as one-act plays, but include hundreds of other characters along the way. He does not give us the authority to direct another's play, and if we walk on their stage or they invite us onto their stage - it is not dumb luck or a coincidence or sheer chance.....It's the director calling us to stage......and when our part is over....he calls us off stage and leaves the main character - each one of us - to our next act.
Singed,
In the Middle
Note to David
Ah, I hate to admit it but I get epiphanies now and again and Its the worst, yes when I have to admit the Old Man was right... Don't walk in the house with muddy shoes, turn off the lights when you leave the room, do you think were air conditioning the neighborhood, do you think I'm made of money, did you think making mom mad would make you my hero, etc...
Well now my son Michael 21 years old, has his degree and wants to go back to school to get his masters, bought a house, too proud to ask for help (wonder where he learned that), and started to act like my friend again after 10 years of "ah ya right". It use to be Michael don't roller blade in the house "ah ya right". Michael don't drive to close to another car "ah ya right". Michael please pick up after your dog "ah ya right". Well now it's "I can't have my girlfriend's sister over to our place, she is such a pig and has no respect for anything". It got expensive to heat the garage this winter so we got a wood burner out there so I can tinker... But the best thing, now the tone in his voice when he says "love you dad". Its different, its almost like the person I met 21 years ago again, I can only hope that when I tell him I love him it feels as good. (He actually calls to just talk).
We have had plenty of turmoil with both of our children. You couldn't have two more polar opposites, and they are the best of friends. I know I've heard I hate you out of both mouths, I take that as MENTOR PLEASE EXCUSE MY LACK OF SENSE. Jodi takes it as MOMMY PLEASE GROUND ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. Later teens are hard, I myself was in love with every girl in my high school and yes David you were the enemy. You have to be a better opponent. You know crap when you smell it, but you got to still be the stood up friend to your kids, you have to let it roll off your back no matter how bad it hurts. You will realize that eventually they start coming back to you. It's just the way it works.
We're getting close to becoming Empty Nestor's, believe it or not I'm looking forward to grand kids, how cool.
All my best to you,
J-me
Well now my son Michael 21 years old, has his degree and wants to go back to school to get his masters, bought a house, too proud to ask for help (wonder where he learned that), and started to act like my friend again after 10 years of "ah ya right". It use to be Michael don't roller blade in the house "ah ya right". Michael don't drive to close to another car "ah ya right". Michael please pick up after your dog "ah ya right". Well now it's "I can't have my girlfriend's sister over to our place, she is such a pig and has no respect for anything". It got expensive to heat the garage this winter so we got a wood burner out there so I can tinker... But the best thing, now the tone in his voice when he says "love you dad". Its different, its almost like the person I met 21 years ago again, I can only hope that when I tell him I love him it feels as good. (He actually calls to just talk).
We have had plenty of turmoil with both of our children. You couldn't have two more polar opposites, and they are the best of friends. I know I've heard I hate you out of both mouths, I take that as MENTOR PLEASE EXCUSE MY LACK OF SENSE. Jodi takes it as MOMMY PLEASE GROUND ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. Later teens are hard, I myself was in love with every girl in my high school and yes David you were the enemy. You have to be a better opponent. You know crap when you smell it, but you got to still be the stood up friend to your kids, you have to let it roll off your back no matter how bad it hurts. You will realize that eventually they start coming back to you. It's just the way it works.
We're getting close to becoming Empty Nestor's, believe it or not I'm looking forward to grand kids, how cool.
All my best to you,
J-me
WHY?????
Why does my stepson come over here with no extra clothes? Why does he wear shoes that are broken down in the back? (that NEVER would've flown at our house) But the main question is:
Why doesn't his Mother care about how he looks when he goes out in public. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't expect him to be dressed in Tommy Hilfiger and crap, but why does he come to our house in a pair of royal blue (EEWWW) sweatpants and a yellow and navy blue shirt, with black socks and shoes that are 3x too big, and worn down in the back. I'm sorry but that disgusts me. Now you have to remember, his Mother has NO sense of style, and by that I do not mean "whats IN STYLE RIGHT NOW", but this is a woman who wears a maroon shirt and red shorts!! THAT DOES NOT MATCH. Although Dave since you and Ron are colored blind, it may. And I am venting on here tonight because I don't want to vent to Bruce all the time, I think he gets offended because he once loved this woman; which is so fine with me but this is one of the reasons he left her: she had no respect for herself. Ya know, we all need to have respect for ourselves to get through this thing we call life, and I am very happy that I have LIFE.
Just think, we are all here for a reason; why did we end up as siblings-- why wasn't Bryan Quick one of our Brothers instead of Dave? Or Kersten instead of me. Or Jamie instead of Jodi.
And then there is the Niece and Nephew thing for me since I have no children of my own.
Before I met Bruce, I was very good at being an Auntie to my Nieces and Nephews... But since I have been married I feel like I have really not been as attentive as I was; ESPECIALLY to the kids in Colorado, and of course now Joey--- whom I only met once, when he was only 6-7 mos. old.
Where do I go from here? I don't have any children of my own. I love my stepson dearly. I love my husband more than I ever knew you could love somebody.
I am going to end this really wierd probably. Bruce and I could not get pregnant. I know that he is/was fertile at one time because he has Brent. Some of you know this and some of you don't, but I feel I need to put this out here: I have been pregnant before.
It just didn't work out. Thats all. My point is, I guess God decides whats going to happen and I'm just sorry it didn't work out for me at the time. Whether it was my choice or His.
So yeah, I know this is long, but Bruce and Brent are out shopping for shoes (imagine that) but they will be home soon. I love all of you guys.
Sissy Jeanie
Why doesn't his Mother care about how he looks when he goes out in public. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't expect him to be dressed in Tommy Hilfiger and crap, but why does he come to our house in a pair of royal blue (EEWWW) sweatpants and a yellow and navy blue shirt, with black socks and shoes that are 3x too big, and worn down in the back. I'm sorry but that disgusts me. Now you have to remember, his Mother has NO sense of style, and by that I do not mean "whats IN STYLE RIGHT NOW", but this is a woman who wears a maroon shirt and red shorts!! THAT DOES NOT MATCH. Although Dave since you and Ron are colored blind, it may. And I am venting on here tonight because I don't want to vent to Bruce all the time, I think he gets offended because he once loved this woman; which is so fine with me but this is one of the reasons he left her: she had no respect for herself. Ya know, we all need to have respect for ourselves to get through this thing we call life, and I am very happy that I have LIFE.
Just think, we are all here for a reason; why did we end up as siblings-- why wasn't Bryan Quick one of our Brothers instead of Dave? Or Kersten instead of me. Or Jamie instead of Jodi.
And then there is the Niece and Nephew thing for me since I have no children of my own.
Before I met Bruce, I was very good at being an Auntie to my Nieces and Nephews... But since I have been married I feel like I have really not been as attentive as I was; ESPECIALLY to the kids in Colorado, and of course now Joey--- whom I only met once, when he was only 6-7 mos. old.
Where do I go from here? I don't have any children of my own. I love my stepson dearly. I love my husband more than I ever knew you could love somebody.
I am going to end this really wierd probably. Bruce and I could not get pregnant. I know that he is/was fertile at one time because he has Brent. Some of you know this and some of you don't, but I feel I need to put this out here: I have been pregnant before.
It just didn't work out. Thats all. My point is, I guess God decides whats going to happen and I'm just sorry it didn't work out for me at the time. Whether it was my choice or His.
So yeah, I know this is long, but Bruce and Brent are out shopping for shoes (imagine that) but they will be home soon. I love all of you guys.
Sissy Jeanie
Hhhhmmmm.....
INSTRUCTIONS FOR LIFE
1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk
.2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
3. Follow the three R’s:
Respect for selfRespect for others andResponsibility for all your actions.
4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
8. Spend some time alone every day.
9. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.
10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
11. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.
12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
13. In disagreements with loved ones deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.
14. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.
15. Be gentle with the earth.
16. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.
17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.
1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk
.2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
3. Follow the three R’s:
Respect for selfRespect for others andResponsibility for all your actions.
4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
8. Spend some time alone every day.
9. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.
10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
11. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.
12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
13. In disagreements with loved ones deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.
14. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.
15. Be gentle with the earth.
16. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.
17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.
*Goldfish Suicide
Sad news....Brandi's goldfish committed suicide during the night. I got up at 5 AM to find him on the lazy susan...rigor had set in big time. Maybe he just wanted to take a ride on the susan but didn't plan ahead of time how to get back in his bowl. Funeral services pending......
Apr 17, 2008
This one time...
I am sitting here watching the Wild game, and a thought came to me.. acutally more or less a memory about this one time at grandma's.
This story includes Aunt Jean, Grandma Lou and Grandpa Don and myself. Jean, g-ma and g-pa were golfing at the golf course that g-ma lives on. Well, I cannot recall the hole we were on, but all of a sudden Jean is like, I have to pee... so what does she do... she goes, right there out in the middle of no where. Instead of going on the grass, she went on the cart path...
Sorry, I thought this was funny. I love you Jean, I know you laugh about this and you did at the time this happened!!
Love,
Brandi
This story includes Aunt Jean, Grandma Lou and Grandpa Don and myself. Jean, g-ma and g-pa were golfing at the golf course that g-ma lives on. Well, I cannot recall the hole we were on, but all of a sudden Jean is like, I have to pee... so what does she do... she goes, right there out in the middle of no where. Instead of going on the grass, she went on the cart path...
Sorry, I thought this was funny. I love you Jean, I know you laugh about this and you did at the time this happened!!
Love,
Brandi
re: re: something to think about
this is a quote from the Dali Lama, what is great about him is that you
interpret it for you. My thought is this: we are the result of what we have thought by getting it taught to us and trying to be like everyone else, being told how to act etc...etc..
What we think we become, which I am living proof of, I always used to have negative, angry, depressed and so on and so on thoughts.
and look at what I was once. that obviously has all changed now,
well, I do get mad once in awhile, or sad, but my thoughts are always postitive ones no matter the situation.
This is what keeps me sane. LOL!!! and also show those younger to us
that things in life could be alot worse. It also allows oneself to feel compassion and not feel guilty. finally!
Jodi
interpret it for you. My thought is this: we are the result of what we have thought by getting it taught to us and trying to be like everyone else, being told how to act etc...etc..
What we think we become, which I am living proof of, I always used to have negative, angry, depressed and so on and so on thoughts.
and look at what I was once. that obviously has all changed now,
well, I do get mad once in awhile, or sad, but my thoughts are always postitive ones no matter the situation.
This is what keeps me sane. LOL!!! and also show those younger to us
that things in life could be alot worse. It also allows oneself to feel compassion and not feel guilty. finally!
Jodi
RE: something to think about
"All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become."
This is an excellent quote. I am really chewing on this and have some questions. Where do our thoughts come from? Are we sure the mind is everything? Do we have indestructible souls, that will live on? When we and our minds die, does everything we have ever done, created, thought end with our deaths?
I remember a book titled, "As a man thinketh." It goes on the same premise of we are what we think. And the "I think, I feel, therefore I am."
I guess my ultimate question is, What is the origin of me even being able to think, or be, or create? Where How does our mind get here? How does something as complex as our minds become?
I believe I am (created), therefore I think and feel.
Dave
This is an excellent quote. I am really chewing on this and have some questions. Where do our thoughts come from? Are we sure the mind is everything? Do we have indestructible souls, that will live on? When we and our minds die, does everything we have ever done, created, thought end with our deaths?
I remember a book titled, "As a man thinketh." It goes on the same premise of we are what we think. And the "I think, I feel, therefore I am."
I guess my ultimate question is, What is the origin of me even being able to think, or be, or create? Where How does our mind get here? How does something as complex as our minds become?
I believe I am (created), therefore I think and feel.
Dave
Apr 16, 2008
Traditions and Rituals
Imagine the amount of time a mother (our mother) would put in just to get us ready for some annual tradition that needs to be photographed for posterity and future memories. she is the dedicated mother who fully understands and appreciates the social values and morale implications of this yearly ritual. She knows that we as children, to lead a healthy life, need to participate in this ritual of utmost importance.Think of the planning and logistics involved in moving us to and from the event of the year.
The choosing of outfits, the washing of kids, the combing of hair and no doubt re-combing, the trek to the event or party, if in winter... the finding of boots, hats, mittens and gloves, getting us piled into the car, driving and driving, then the herding of us children into a long line that is full of impatient parents and screaming kids.
Our mother sacrifices hours of her time, (which I am guessing took days off of her life), sacrifices money because no price is to great to have on film a moment that captures for all time a picture that only a mother could love...
The choosing of outfits, the washing of kids, the combing of hair and no doubt re-combing, the trek to the event or party, if in winter... the finding of boots, hats, mittens and gloves, getting us piled into the car, driving and driving, then the herding of us children into a long line that is full of impatient parents and screaming kids.
Our mother sacrifices hours of her time, (which I am guessing took days off of her life), sacrifices money because no price is to great to have on film a moment that captures for all time a picture that only a mother could love...
Mom apparently knew better by the time Jodi was born and spared her!!
TYLER TRUCK NEWS
Total repair due $650.00, this truck has new everything....
New fuel filter, new air cleaner, new plugs, oil change, plug wires, rotar and cap, they had to take off all tires and scrape all the mud off the inside of his rims to get it to quit shaking over 30mph.
Now we have been informed that it took two trucks to pull him out of the parking lot. (this is where he decided it was a bad idea to go four wheeling and Jamie had warned him).
Don't park there if I were you. THE DUNES OF COTTAGE GROVE.
He has now been told if it looks like gravel he should turn around and get back to the black top.
New fuel filter, new air cleaner, new plugs, oil change, plug wires, rotar and cap, they had to take off all tires and scrape all the mud off the inside of his rims to get it to quit shaking over 30mph.
Now we have been informed that it took two trucks to pull him out of the parking lot. (this is where he decided it was a bad idea to go four wheeling and Jamie had warned him).
Don't park there if I were you. THE DUNES OF COTTAGE GROVE.
He has now been told if it looks like gravel he should turn around and get back to the black top.
*Continuing to Educate
These are for anyone that is computer illiterate (3 : showing or marked by a lack of acquaintance with the fundamentals of a particular field of knowledge ) yes...I looked it up lol
Here are some 'emoticons' Some look slightly different when typed in AOL or other email sites. Unfortunately some of them are made sideways which could explain why my neck is sore.
You can even colorize them...woooohooo. This is just a small sample of what can be done on the keyboard.
; ) Wink
: )~~~~ Drooling or tongue hanging out. (This one has got to be a male)
:O****** Puking (I just now made this one up...its probably me puking up spaghetti)
: ( Sad
*<(: 0) Clown
@}-->---- Rose
<3 Heart
\_/7 Coffee
Deb
Here are some 'emoticons' Some look slightly different when typed in AOL or other email sites. Unfortunately some of them are made sideways which could explain why my neck is sore.
You can even colorize them...woooohooo. This is just a small sample of what can be done on the keyboard.
; ) Wink
: )~~~~ Drooling or tongue hanging out. (This one has got to be a male)
:O****** Puking (I just now made this one up...its probably me puking up spaghetti)
: ( Sad
*<(: 0) Clown
@}-->---- Rose
<3 Heart
\_/7 Coffee
Deb
Brandi and Patrick
I wanted the family to see the most recent picture of Pat and I that I acutally liked! For Uncle Dave, you have yet to meet Pat. I can infor you on him some other time. As fas as I am aware, everyone in the family likes him... am I right??On Saturday, April 12th Pat and I went to my friend's wedding and that is why he is wearing a tie!! :-D
Moby Dick II
So I'm still trying to kill the stupid Woodpecker. Did you know that woodpeckers have tongues so long that when they retract the tongue it actually wraps around it's brain? The woodpeckers beak is Strong enough to withstand 1600 lbs of pressure? It's brain is specially encased so that it does not get damaged during the rigors of pecking on the side of my house and driving me nuts. Did you know that woodpeckers use a series of pecks to establish their territories? I hear the tump, tump, tump and it seems that he beckoning me, challenging me, calling me out, right in front of my neighbors...it seems like he is saying, " I own you". He knows that there are no bugs in my house. He is trying to move in. I have fought to hard, cleared timber, (especially Elm trees, another blog on another day) mowed grass, swept walks, withstood storms and shoveled too much snow to just let this snake tonged, thick-headed beast to just move in. This is why he must die.
The question is how? Gun-too easy no satisfaction. Capture and slow torture? Yes. I want to squeeze his neck as he is pecking at my hands and gasping for breath...much more satisfying and intimate don't ya think?
Dave
The question is how? Gun-too easy no satisfaction. Capture and slow torture? Yes. I want to squeeze his neck as he is pecking at my hands and gasping for breath...much more satisfying and intimate don't ya think?
Dave
SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT
All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think
we become.
we become.
*Teaching Jeanie
Yipppeee Jeanie...you did it and I didn't even have to come over and walk you through it. It goes to show that yes, Jeanie can follow directions over the phone...~~snicker~~
Here is a bit of cyber language for you.
LMAO=Laughing my ass off
LMBO=Laughing my butt off
LOL=Laughing out loud
ROTFLMAO=Rolling on the floor laughing my ass off
TTYL=Talk to ya later
HAGD=Have a good day
CYA=See ya
CYAL8TR=See ya later
Coming soon to a blog near you...Cyber Faces
here is an example of a simple smile---> : )
Deb
Here is a bit of cyber language for you.
LMAO=Laughing my ass off
LMBO=Laughing my butt off
LOL=Laughing out loud
ROTFLMAO=Rolling on the floor laughing my ass off
TTYL=Talk to ya later
HAGD=Have a good day
CYA=See ya
CYAL8TR=See ya later
Coming soon to a blog near you...Cyber Faces
here is an example of a simple smile---> : )
Deb
Apr 15, 2008
BESIDES JODI
Jamie,
Nobody rode the lazy Susan.... besides Jodi. And you. I imagine that was the Lazy Jodi.
Ok sorry everybody, we don't have to go there. But since she is going to see all of us die and go to our funerals, I figure we may as well get this all out in the open while we can.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Daaaannng Jena (ask Joda)
Nobody rode the lazy Susan.... besides Jodi. And you. I imagine that was the Lazy Jodi.
Ok sorry everybody, we don't have to go there. But since she is going to see all of us die and go to our funerals, I figure we may as well get this all out in the open while we can.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Daaaannng Jena (ask Joda)
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