July 2015

Life Isn’t Fair might be one of the hardest truths to except, but it is a fact of life. And it is a fact that is hard to accept sometimes.  I think that most try to live by the golden rule of life and hope that things just somehow work out. But, the reality is, that sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes, life is hard and frustrating and you just want to scream to anyone that will listen “LIFE ISN’T FAIR!” and hope that they can relate and offer a pat on the back.

There will be times that you really want some thing, but it just doesn’t work out. There will be things/toys/etc. that you might want, that you can not have.
There will be things that you will want to do with your friends, that we’ll sometimes have to say NO to, but the reality is simple, life isn’t fair. And the hard part, is that this doesn’t change as you get older either!

There are times as an adult, I want to take a nap, but I can’t. There are times that I want to take a day off and do nothing, but I have responsibilities at work. There are times that I want to go outside and cook all day, enjoy a cold beer or two and just rest. There are times that I want a new Jeep Cherokee, but it isn’t in the budget right now. There are times, that I can’t way to move to a larger house, but jobs haven’t opened at the right time or worked out in the negotiations. Sometimes, life gets in the way and you just want to tell the world that life isn’t fair!

But, life somehow seems to work out, for the most part. Or, it has been my experience that things somehow work out. Or, I hope at least?

Yes, there is more to this post, but sometimes, you can only write about certain things at that time, for many reasons. And as I type this out, I am thinking that sometimes, Life Isn’t Fair!

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The reality is that we are getting older. I am getting older, my wife, who is 7 years younger than I am, is getting older. My parents are getting older and the reality is, that each day is more a challenge, especially for them.

My parents, who are divorced and remarried both have fallen in the last few months/days. My father had a major knee surgery and is required to now stay off of his leg for 6 weeks. My mom fell last week and broke her ankle and the physician took one look at her x-ray and they immediately scheduled surgery, as the ankle was broken on both sides.

I live 6 hours away from my parents and the reality is that I need to be closer to help take care of them. I was already scheduled to be down there in 2 weeks, but this might require two separate trips. I haven’t been super close with my family since I moved away 20 years ago, not to say that I don’t talk with my parents, which I do, a lot or that I don’t love them, I do. But for the first time, it hit me that I really need to be closer to them and be there when they fall, need help recovering after surgery, etc.

Our reality is a new one, my parents are getting older, my last two grandparents are getting much older, as both turn 90 this year. Today has been a rough day trying to coordinate with physicians, the nurses at the physicians office, talking about the surgery that my mother needs, recovery, etc. This might ultimately fast track a move closer to my family, as they will need more help going forward and I’ll need to be closer to them.

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A five letter word that means the world. Without trust we have nothing. Friendships and relationships mean nothing.  The military relies on trust everyday for every mission and so do our kids. Our kids trust us to do what is right by them, they trust that we will take care of them and they trust that we will love them unconditionally.

Trust comes from so many different ways, hugs, messages from friends/family and yourself. We have to trust that what we are doing will keep our kids safe and out of harms way. I remember asking my dad how he described faith and he said very easily “sometimes you have to trust that the bridge will be there!” And for the longest time, I didn’t understand, but tonight I am more in tune with that concept.

Last week, I found out that a friend who’s son was only one week old and would not make it through the week. I wrecked my brain, but I had to believe and trust that God was and is in control. I have to trust in something that I can’t touch, but hope and pray can heal a family. I have to trust that I can provide the right words of confront that will help or make the situation.  I have to trust that my actions and my friendship with them, will help be of comfort for their family in this time of need.

But no matter how i look on it, I have to trust that tomorrow is better because in knowing that my friend only got to hold his son for a few minutes before he died, is pretty crappy.

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That was the question that I was asked repeatedly last night, “Buy Why?” And no, it was not by my twins, but instead by a good friend of mine. And for once, I was not annoyed by the question or upset by the question, but I left focused on the question, “But Why?”

Last week about this time, I got a text message from my good friend that one of our friend’s son was born, but that there were major complications. Because we didn’t really know anything a group of us were sitting by waiting for a group text to come through that all was ok, but that didn’t happen. It was more like, “we aren’t sure what is going on?”, “it is moment to moment right now?”, “the Dr’s aren’t sure what happened?” and the list goes on. But which each text, my buddy would always ask “But Why?”.  But why don’t you know what is going on? But why is it moment to moment? But why aren’t the Dr’s doing more to find out what happened?  And it got me thinking, because the one question that I kept waiting for to be asked, did not come. The one question that we were all thinking and wanting to not ask, for 6 days was finally asked. And it is one of the few times in my life, that I could provide no glimmer of an answer that even closely made sense. It was the first time, that I felt helpless in my response, but the question was this: “But why did God let this happen to him?”

And there it was, the elephant in the room. I thought about it for a few minutes, I prayed for guidance in my answer and maybe a little bit of wisdom and hope. And what came out of my mouth was jumbled and a struggle, but it basically was this “Man, I really don’t know? I wish that I had an answer for you, but I don’t? I wish that I could ask God this very question and he provide some sort of indication or a clear answer, but he isn’t going to do it in such an obvious way. But, here is what I do know. I do know that God will provide people around the family to provide love and support and if this baby takes his last breathe today, all of the guys will be going to visit the family and we’ll all be making donations to the NICU that has been providing care for the baby. We will all rally around this family to help provide normalcy in a very not normal situation. But to answer the question, I don’t know why?”

I did Google searches and there are blog posts on this topic, there are books about Bad things happening to Good people, there are those that provided verses from the Bible and at the end of 2 pages of searches, I asked out loud, “But why God?” And I know that it isn’t my place to ask that, or maybe it is? But as a father, to hear that a friend’s first born son was struggling to make it, just tore my heart into pieces. I feel awful for the family and my friend. And I pray for peace and mercy on his son’s life and for the healing should his son take his last breath today.

This morning, as I took a few minutes of quiet time before everyone woke up and started moving, I read through the text messages and how the question “But Why?” kept coming up over and and over again and it hit me, there is no answer that will save their son’s life. The physicians will do everything that they can, but the reality is simple, it doesn’t look good. There will be no answers. Logically and medically, this should not have happened and it was of no fault of anyone. But why then? No one will every really know the answer, but my hope is that this family is surrounded with love and support and tonight, I’ll be hugging my boys a little tighter.

And as I sit here and think about what my friend is going through right this very minute, sitting in the hospital and staring at his son, not knowing if this is the last day with him, I ask one question, “Buy Why?”

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Fast food is just that, fast and quick on the go food and growing up, I remember being able to get fast food once a week, usually on Wednesday night on the way to church. But as I grew older, I realized, that fast food, is not really 1) good or 2) healthy.

Now that the boys are getting older, they are aware of fast food options and they love them! They love the colorful boxes and they love that they can get toys. And who doesn’t love french fries, heck, I’m having some today for lunch but they aren’t healthy for me. But it hit me this morning, I have to take better care of myself, so that I can take better care of my kids.

Several years ago, I was forced to learn how to cook and ever since, cooking has been my release of life. But, what I have realized is that the boys are watching how I cook and they are becoming more and more interested in cooking. And not only that, they are realizing that what we are cooking at home, is better than the fast food that they so liked. Each week, as I prepare our family weekly meal for my Sunday all day cook, I try to introduce a new vegetable and meat dish. I really want to try to expand the boys eating habits and palates, so that as they grow up, they look at fast food as one thing, a last resort on a road trip.

Here are a few kid friendly recipe places, so that you can try a few new dishes for you and your family.

Foodnetwork – Foods for Kids

Healthy Child

Allrecipes.com – Kid Friendly

Cooking Light – Super fast and Kid Friendly

So when planning your next meals, think about a healthy alternative before fast food.

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The word for today kids is accountability!

According to the dictionary, Accountability can be simply defined as the following:

the quality or state of being accountable; especially : an obligation or willingness to accept responsibility or to account for one’s actions
Merriam Webster Dictionary

So, what is the importance of accountability today you ask? It is very simple, I realized a few things over the weekend and the biggest was that when I’m not tracking the foods that I eat and the drinks that I consume, I put on weight.  So, starting today, I’ve asked a buddy of mine to hold me accountable to making sure that each day I update my food, as that is the fastest way that I’m going to lose my next 40 pounds. But it isn’t just with weight loss, I realized that I was not doing other things the way that I needed to and it is just good knowing that someone can help me stay focused and on track.

But accountability is really a bigger thing than just getting called out for skipping a meal or drinking 2 beers and going over my calorie intake for the day. It is really about the relationship and trust between two or more people so that they can be honest and keep you focused and in line.  And as fathers, I think that we need this. I think that we need someone, ideally other dad’s or friends that know and can relate to what we need and where we are in our lives to help us. It is good to be able to bounce ideas off of one other, what works for their kids, might work for mine. Guys don’t like to admit that they are wrong or failed, we don’t like to admit that we screwed up and aren’t perfect and Lord knows, we don’t like to ask for help. But the reality is simple, we need it. And sometimes, we need that accountability from someone that isn’t our spouse!

Accountability is a powerful thing and to be able to trust someone and know that they have your back, is an awesome thing.

 

 

 

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Close your eyes and listen to the whistling and you’ll be immediately taken back to a time that was simple and easy. A time where Sheriff Andy Taylor would sit on the front porch and talk with his son Opie and I think that we can all agree, that there is something to Mayberry that we all love.



Today at church, the message was entitled “Missing Mayberry” and I think that we can all relate. Our lives are crazy and busy and in someways, out of control. For those that grew up in at a time where The Andy Griffth show, we watched a town with a sheriff and a deputy, a jail that rarely anyone was locked up in and a time where life was simple. No cell phones. No easy access to information and things were just slower. As I was listening this morning to the sermon, I found myself thinking about watching the show, going to Mt. Airy, NC and walking around and reliving my childhood of watching the show.

There is something to be said about slowing down a little. My commute everyday is an hour each way. From 5:30 am Monday through Friday, my phone goes off and I get an evenings worth of emails to trickle through. I get the boys up and fed and 3 days a week, I take the boys to school and also pick them up. On my drive to and from work, I catch up with friends and family. Throughout the day, I’m answering emails, text messages, phone calls, etc. regarding work, when our servers go down, someone’s perceived emergency, etc. And today, while thinking about Mayberry, I longed for those quiet moments.

There is something that can be said for being able to see the stars at night when you walk outside. There is something about quiet times with family and friends. To commute to work in less than 20 minutes right now sounds like a miracle. To be able to let my children walk outside and play and be ok about their safety, is something that I’m missing.

Mayberry was a fictional town based off of Andy Griffth’s hometown of Mt. Airy, NC and being from North Carolina, I was fortunate to visit the town on a few occasions. But it was my last visit, that I took the time to sit down and rest and observe that I really made the connection to the town. And I understand completely whey Andy chose to model the town of Mayberry after Mt. Airy, because it has something that we all want as we grow older, a certain peace to it and a slower time. A friendly place where you felt safe. A place where people spoke to you and time almost stood still.

So as the sermon wrapped up today, I realized what I was longing for, Mayberry!

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Happy 4th of July everyone, even thought his is going up a day late. Life sometimes gets in the way, as many of you reading this can relate.

As many of families did on the 4th, we spent the day with our boys, we laughed, played and had fun. And later in the day, the boys and I fired up the grilled for our traditional American BBQ, hamburgers, brats and hotdogs. It is funny how as the boys are getting bigger and older, the more interested that they are becoming with grilling and cooking. As I’ve had conversations lately with my mother, she told me that my father never did any of these things with me and how happy she is that I’m teaching the boys these basic lessons of life and it got me thinking.

I really can’t think of a time that my dad fired up the grill. I really can’t think of a meal that my dad ever cooked, maybe scrambled eggs? And I never cooked, until I had to. And I have the boys now helping me grill, smoke and cook in the kitchen as often as I can. Yes, they are supervised and no, I don’t let them do anything dangerous, but they are learning about food safety, pairing of foods, types of woods that we use when we grill, etc.

So, last night as we grilled the boys and I were listening to music, I smiled and I watched the boys and realized how fast they are growing up. But the highlight of the day, wasn’t grilling out, but instead we took the boys to see fireworks for the first time. All day, fireworks was the topic of conversation and it is funny, I’m really protective over Baby B, probably to a fault. I was concerned that he wasn’t going to like the fireworks and hold his hands over his ears the entire time and miss out. So we had my father in law bring over ear muffs and as the fireworks started, for a minute, he used them. And then, something happened, he started taunting the fireworks, as if they were going to get him. He would say “come and get me fireworks, if you can!” and then he would laugh.

I was basically concerned about nothing and I’m having to realize that more and more the boys are growing up and becoming and more and more self sufficient. So on this 4th of July, the only time that the boys will be 4 on the 4th of July, I hope that everyone out there had a safe and happy holiday. I hope that everyone got to spend quality time with family.

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Every had one of those days? Sure, we all have.

Yesterday, was one of those days for me and I learned a valuable less and a trick that really helped.

I had been in an all day meeting and literally as I walked out, my phone rang and it was my wife. I knew that she was on the way to pick up the kids, but it wasn’t completely out of the norm for her to call and ask what I was cooking for dinner or grab something at store, etc. But her voice was different and I knew immediately wrong. “I was in an accident and rear ended someone” that was all that she said.  My heart dropped and after I made sure that she was ok, I just had to get off the phone because I was beyond frustrated.

My mind raced, how bad was the damage, was the other person hurt, how in the hell did my wife rear end a second car in 2 months? So, I had to make a decision in how did I respond and react to my wife, because I was not happy. Accidents happen, but I was pretty sure it was something that was avoidable. On my walk to my jeep I texted my buddy and told him that I need to call and vent and he said to call when ready. I literally got in my jeep, dialed my buddy and I went off. Just a few minutes later, after my buddy let me vent, I was calm and relaxed and that 5 minutes helped me for my drive home and saved the night completely. And when I got home, I walked in, hugged and kissed the boys and my wife and when we talked, my wife got upset. But I realized my wife wasn’t mad at me, but she was upset with herself and her embarrassed.

It was one of those days, but I realized that I have a great group of friends and that I can pick up the phone and vent and it saved the night.  But I am just grateful that my wife was ok and that my boys were not with her during the accident, but there was no damage to the van and limited damage to the other person’s car. Life is short and we have to be grateful for the moment.

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