I want to thank the middle school music teachers, Mrs. Larson and Ms. Schwartz. They gave me a great gift last year when Cheyenne wanted to quit playing viola. They convinced her to stay with it for another year. They did what I could not - they provided a rationale she thought had merit. And [...]
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Our own Bert and Ernie…
Cheyenne made an observation about a week ago that amuses me each time I think of it. She observed that her brothers Noah and Cory are like Bert and Ernie of Sesame Street fame. If you are unfamiliar with this duo, you can learn more about them on the Sesame Street website where they both [...]
And the winner is…me…ho hey. ;-)
Cheyenne had me tape the Grammy Awards so we could watch it together when she got home from visiting her dad's house. Wow. Three and a half hours. Watching the entirety of that show was a feat for me even with the ability to fast forward through the incredible number of commercials. I am not [...]
Wag more. Bark less.
I came across a saying today that is destined to become one of my new favorite sayings - Wag more. Bark less. It could not have come at a better time. I have spent the entirety of the weekend indoors with Mike, Cheyenne, and the furry clan trying to reclaim order in the house after [...]
The zen room…
Cheyenne is in the process of switching bedrooms in the house. She waged a long campaign and enlisted the support of her siblings to likewise campaign on her behalf. After a couple of years I finally acquiesced to the constant begging and occasional nagging. You wouldn't think moving from one room to another in the [...]
The correlation between caution and my state of appearance…
I came to a realization today: the level of caution in my driving has a direct correlation to my perception of the state of my appearance. By that I mean, I am more cautious when I perceive I look hideous and would not want to be stopped by a police officer or be in any [...]
Are you a try-hard?
The other day Cheyenne was telling me a story about a group she was working with at school and said about one of the group members, "She's a tri-hard." I laughed out loud when I heard it and told her that I think she meant to say die-hard. To that she replied, "No, I meant [...]
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