Annika told me today:
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Annika, my first girl born in Oregon turns 7 today.
Hard to think that we’ve been in Oregon as long as we have, or that my little girl is 7. She woke up this morning and was shrieking over the fact that she’s a year older. It’s been a good day.
And no, I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth, or ever the blogosphere. Just been busy as hell between the new job, 8th grade graduation, 5th grade graduation, Cub Scout Bridging, Girl Scout Bridging, my new job, Topher, Teke’s wedding and more!
I’ll get to all of that later, but I had to get on today to wish Annika a happy day!
Monday, May 31, 2010
I’ve visited my cousin, visited my Jr. High School girlfriend, visited old friends from dance, visited my mother-in-law … But the best experience of the week:
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
So ... what is the "Best Part" ... what's the best part of driving to CA?
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
I'm not going to make much of a blog post about my birthday ... I just couldn't resist the titles. Instead, you get a (mostly) Wordless Wednesday!
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
I've been texting those closest to me, and mom just texted me back "well, there was a book called I remember mama. arent I interesting enough?" ... I LOL'd, but it did it ... I started thinking ... If I were to look back at what shaped me, who would I write about?
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
I started thinking about Thomas Jefferson on the Declaration of Independence and the part about our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And I remember thinking how did he know to put the pursuit part in there?It's interesting how, when you're given a topic, the fates conspire to send you messages based on that topic. One of those messages arrived from a fellow scout leader last night...
-- Christopher Gardner, The Pursuit of Happyness
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Grandpa: Superman isn't brave.This was the first time I had heard this concept. I now quote that at my Scout group every year. I explain to them that Courage and Bravery mean doing what you think is right, even when there's a very real possibility it's going to hurt. If you can't get hurt, you can't be brave. Your acts, as Grandpa says, may be good and decent ... but not courageous.
Angus: Did you take your pills this morning?
Grandpa: HeHe. You don't understand. He's smart, handsome, even decent. But he's not brave. No, listen to me. Superman is indestructible, and you can't be brave if you're indestructible. It's people like you and your mother. People who are different, and can be crushed and know it. Yet they keep on going out there every time.
Well, last week it hurt.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
My son is 8. The questions he asks about life's many mysteries especially those that involve body parts and babies are looping in ever tighter circles around the BIG QUESTIONS. I've always said I'm going to be totally straightforward, no euphemisms, no weird or cute terminology. But oy. Sometimes this stuff is way harder than 3 a.m. feedings, chafed nipples, and projectile baby poop.It reminded me of a story that I've been meaning to blog about ever since. Unfortunately, other things got in the way, but the story has been kicking around my brain dying to come out, so here it is. For those of you "in the know" ... sorry, yeah, you've heard it before a time or ten ;-)
Monday, May 3, 2010
"Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air ..."Just before I went to CA, I was notified by one of my favorite bloggers, Juggling Eric, that I had received the Sunshine Award for my blog!
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Friday, April 30, 2010
“Hey, Doug, this is Ethan and Topher’s friend Johne. I’ve known Topher for years, and have really seen the change in him since he’s moved in with you. I’ve really got to get out of my house. Would you be willing to take in another foster son?”
UMM … UMM … Wow!
What a busy two weeks it's been since I last did this! So, here is a rundown of what the parenting survival family has been doing during these two weeks:
So, for those that have missed us (and, for those that haven't):
Monday, April 26, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Terry's oldest is going through the college application process, and Terry is struggling with the chaos of it all and hating the pressure. You can read much of the history on her blog. Like holding my kids, this is a subject I feel very strongly about. Despite the degree on my wall from U.C. Berkeley, one of the top universities in my field, I don’t encourage my kids to attend a major university fresh out of High School.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
So … here goes:
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Let's see now ... he's been torn from the family he knows, even if it wasn't safe. He went from a familiar family of 4 to a chaotic, strange household of 11. He's had to learn new rules, figure out new ways of living, try new foods and new experiences, and overall change his life in almost every respect.
It's been a change for the better ... incredibly so at times, and he even agrees with that ... but stressful?
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I, Doug, realize the obligation to my fellow Eagle Scouts;I took that oath on January 13th, 1989. When, in subsequent years, the Boy Scouts took their anti-gay policies all the way to the Supreme Court, I cried. It was wrong. They were wrong. I knew openly gay leaders, at least one of which was involved in the Supreme Court battle, and I can honestly say they were no danger to me or any of my friends. They did not push who they were on us, and knew and taught the scouting program easily as well as any leader who I was sure was straight.
to my home, my country, and my God.
I will at all times do my best to assist other scouts
who are climbing the trail to Eagle
to give back more to scouting than it has given me
to assist my troop as much as possible
and to be a living example of the Scout Oath and Law
to the best of my ability.
My son Adam has Ulcerative Colitis. He was diagnosed about 18 months ago, and it has been one dissappointment after another. Initially his symptoms improved, and for about four months I had my son back. Then, in about May, he flared up again. It's gone back to being bad ever since.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Mama if that's moving upSo ... Jory had his IEP meeting Wednesday Night. He turns 21 next school year, so that's going to be his last year in the public school system. They're trying to get him ready for living on his own. The official stated goal is to have him ready to move out on his own by June 2011. I'm excited. I'm scared. I'm not sure he's ready. I'm sure I'm not.
then I'm movin out
-- Billy Joel
Here's a list of what was brought up and how it's going to get tackled.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Since last Friday:
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
This actually happened a couple weeks ago, but I've been waiting for the perfect time to share, and today seemed like it. We were in the process of closing down the shop, so we were rushing around on a fine Sunday, getting to Church, getting back, headed to the shop to clean-up, etc.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Understatement. This was a production of monumental proportions (at least for a group of 4 graders, that is). How did this happen and I didn’t know about it ahead of time?!?!
Someday, I’ll post about all the little things that bother me about the differences between Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts. I have enough experiences with both to have some pretty strong opinions. But today, I just want to be one proud daddy.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Thanks for all your prayers. As I said Friday, I couldn't have asked for a better outcome.
Original post follows:
Monday, March 15, 2010
or: Yes, Emily, I lose it more often than I care to admit.
Today’s post was inspired by Emily at Mothers of Brothers, who left the following comment on my Friday blog entry:
I honestly don't know how you handle everything that comes your way. Do you lose it evey now and then? Do you bury our head in a pillow and scream? DO you have a mantra to repeat? I am humbled by your sensibility and generosity and ENERGY to come out the other side. I get overwhelmed with one kid who doesnt have any of these issues. I'm just so fascinated and wondering if you were born cool, calm and collected or it was something that you acquired over time? And can I get some?and by Julian, who read the above and commented:
Dude: Cool, calm, and collected !?!? You’re a loud, arrogant, annoying a**hole! What are you blogging? Fiction ?!?!Yeah … thanks for the support, kiddo. So, read on to hear about my weekend:
Friday, March 12, 2010
So ... Yesterday was a BAD DAY (tm), but today is better, so I'm doing my Top Three Thursday on ... well ... Friday. Because yesterday was all about fostering, I'm going to twist the answers to specifically address being a foster parent.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Like many of us, I've been reading the posts on MckMama's blog, on We Are That Family, and in other places about Compassion International's Kenya trip. I freely admit to crying when appropriate, and sometimes when not. It scares me that people in today's world live in such poverty when it takes so little from us to make it better.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Actually, after last night (described below), I texted him this morning asking if I could blog about it ... he texted back "Idc" ... those three letters mean a lot, though.
What follows is what broke my heart. You've been warned.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
“Daddy and Mommy built our house for us”
Now, we’re not into construction, although we do many of our own repairs. And no, we didn’t actually build the house we’re living in. But it occurs to me, the more I think about it, that this is true. We are building a home together, and we’re doing it day by day. Here are some of my thoughts on this analogy proposed by my 6 year old wise woman:
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
And when you pray, do not imitate the hypocrites: they love to say their prayers standing up in the synagogues and at the street corners for people to see them. In truth I tell you, they have had their reward. But when you pray, go to your private room, shut yourself in, and so pray to your Father who is in that secret place, and your Father who sees all that is done in secret will reward you. -- Matthew 6:5-6I think I've been hearing that quote, and been bothered by it, on Ash Wednesday about as long as I can remember. The gospel says to pray in secret, to not make a public spectacle of yourself ... and then we mark our heads with ashes as an outward sign of our devotion ...
Wait ... say what? Back that truck up and run it over me again!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
This weekend our Cub Scout Pack had our annual their Blue and Gold Banquet. My WEBELOS den represented itself very well during the “business” part of the meeting. They did their skit on their own, while I stood in the back of the room and watched and cheered. They earned over half the badges presented at the meeting. I had 5 boys earn their WEBELOS badge. All of my boys earned something, most of them earned several things. It was very successful.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
About 6 months into the experience, things were getting difficult. The shop wasn't making a profit. Since the primary reason I opened it was to help my kids with their resume's, and they couldn't work for free because it wasn't family owned, this was a BIG problem for me. There were other issues with the partnership, but the whys are largely irrelavant. I made a buyout offer, and my partner freaked. He cleared out everything he brought into the shop, from the freezer to the microwave to the TV stands. Then, when things got worse, he came in and literally tore the wires from the backs of the machines (doing upwards of $1000 worth of damage), pushed over a customer, and more. We were ousted by the police, and were locked out for 6 weeks while we settled this. He finally settled with me (for less than my offer, in the end, so ... I was confused), and we re-opened last March.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Let's just say, it's not been a good day. But the key to my survival lies in that last sentence. “Two people who love each other so much that they can’t imagine life without each other”. So, I thought I’d try today to talk about why it is that I love my wife so much. Not a snarky cute list, but something with a little bit of actual meat behind it. I hope it helps.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Topher is actually Donald Christopher. Up until recently, he has always gone by Chris. He hates the name Donald, as kids have teased him about being Ronald Mc- ever since he was little. But, as I explained to him, "Chris" around my house was taken. By my wife. About the only person more important to me than my kids. End. Of. Story.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
So, without further ado, here's one of my favorites. One that I heard from Bammy, and I tell to anyone who hesitates long enough to listen, about who it is I want to be.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Topher came into my life because of my shop. About 18 months ago, I opened a LAN Gaming Center in downtown Lebanon. Currently we have XBox 360's, a Wii, a Pool Table, and 10 gaming PC's. Everything (except the pool table) is connected to the internet, and teens and tweens can come in to the shop and for $3/hr can play whatever they like (with their parent's permission, of course).
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I remember the day I truly became a parent. The day I totally lost my own identity and became identified by my kids. It was, honestly, traumatic.
I'm a biological / step / foster parent to (currently) 9 kids in Lebanon, Oregon. And I'm still alive. If that doesn't qualify me to write a "Survival Guide", then nothing does! I'm loud, sarcastic, arrogant bordering on narcissistic, crazy, and I hope sometimes funny. I have high hopes for what to do with my blog.