tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205829572024-03-07T00:17:45.306-05:00Mark's MindMy personal thoughts on stuff.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.comBlogger479125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-25886574538928294302024-02-14T10:13:00.001-05:002024-02-14T12:41:26.496-05:00Fourteen<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXSUJIoXGkjvNnjOrFzsJrj5S4URvCnIdKOEWKPee3etv-heyIRaRWXPgXQDL6Li9YiTcqcTAHera9-w-HtBelDSWHJVwpic_QZkH13KXyvTnmgKT4keqJ_MH5MK4UF9MoueCxHR5bytP7J_bZAqfmKItT5vdOaNnEDi05dybTUGzFbU9l-g-Uw/s4032/IMG_5498.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXSUJIoXGkjvNnjOrFzsJrj5S4URvCnIdKOEWKPee3etv-heyIRaRWXPgXQDL6Li9YiTcqcTAHera9-w-HtBelDSWHJVwpic_QZkH13KXyvTnmgKT4keqJ_MH5MK4UF9MoueCxHR5bytP7J_bZAqfmKItT5vdOaNnEDi05dybTUGzFbU9l-g-Uw/s320/IMG_5498.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Fourteen years ago, and it's Valentines day again, your birthday. I was driving to Home Depot this past Saturday to get some ear muffs for your Mom for a Monster Truck show that night with the kids. I also had to grab some items for your brother's Pinewood Derby, his last in Cub Scouts. On the way to the store, the Pearl Jam song Just Breathe came on, a live version. I have a strong emotional connection to you through this song, but I can listen to it nowadays without as strong a reaction as in the past. Well, that was not the case this day. I don't know if it was the live version, or that we were just a couple days from your birthday, but I was overwhelmed by the song. As I cried during the song, I had to sit and listen to you for a few minutes before I could walk in the store. I am sure the contractor that pulled in next to me wondered what was going on, probably not, but it was awkward. Thanks for saying hi, as I feel this was a little remnant of you reaching out the week of your birthday. Love and miss you JDM, wish we could have gotten to know each other better. Keep on looking out for us.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-35115353815515205472023-02-14T09:54:00.002-05:002023-02-14T09:54:35.053-05:00Never not a hard day.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAxvSsONPtNvGrndUlecSXp45xjNBDvuoagJICvkxvdmbfxA6sV6RVn28C4H9r2JlUrmxdGeT02vts6veyuvzne25iQ2RKCpYcWfqgCLGIZzk9id00N9QuqQFrNAlEmmS00mEdNx2IVZK94bDln2MSAhDi-vgPofDMeZ0iquS4EQi6qFNEi68" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="1512" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAxvSsONPtNvGrndUlecSXp45xjNBDvuoagJICvkxvdmbfxA6sV6RVn28C4H9r2JlUrmxdGeT02vts6veyuvzne25iQ2RKCpYcWfqgCLGIZzk9id00N9QuqQFrNAlEmmS00mEdNx2IVZK94bDln2MSAhDi-vgPofDMeZ0iquS4EQi6qFNEi68" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Valentines Day, never not a hard day. You brother and sister are saying a small prayer for you today, and you know your mom and I will. You would be 13 today. Miss and love you, keep watch over us.</p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-30431381021735632842021-02-14T13:23:00.001-05:002021-02-14T13:23:44.312-05:00Aquarius<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vlL_Bvum5-TGrM79z-Z5imswEMI-GKridinzt30RyNo42S6Jzry_5RqUJ4IykiyhBosGjV6g_TGEKKPBjArvDls32xAS2TXTbPhC9DZ12D_s049SriwSgNGCmSDrNy8rxIrghA/s150/IMG_2529.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vlL_Bvum5-TGrM79z-Z5imswEMI-GKridinzt30RyNo42S6Jzry_5RqUJ4IykiyhBosGjV6g_TGEKKPBjArvDls32xAS2TXTbPhC9DZ12D_s049SriwSgNGCmSDrNy8rxIrghA/s0/IMG_2529.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you buddy. I can’t believe you would have been 11 today. Not a day. But, with your brother and sister around, the days are easier. They pray for you and both wish they had you for a big brother. I think your sister wishes for a big bro most. Just today she said she would boss you around, lol! I couldn’t be the dad I am without you, and holding you in my hand.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px; text-align: start;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;">Happy birthday JDM.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p></div><p><br /> </p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-35944242508568823602019-02-14T23:51:00.000-05:002019-02-14T23:51:05.069-05:00St. Joseph<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nine years. Nine years of wishing you were here buddy. I am blessed with a beautiful family, and having you as a guardian angel, but wish I could have known you. I hope you are up there making ML smile like your Brother did so many times. Couldn't end the day without saying hello, you've been on my mind a lot recently, but that's February. Love you JDM, Dad.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-30923602832045995902018-07-06T15:56:00.000-05:002018-07-06T15:56:06.335-05:00Start Now<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Really a simple phrase. I've been stalling on my blog for a while now, and need to re-commit. I like the exercise of writing, and want to begin anew. I think weekly thoughts and musings would be a great start. Look out for a little more.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-73040703884759725852018-03-12T09:47:00.000-05:002018-03-12T09:53:00.427-05:00Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I listened to Time by Pink Floyd the other day, from their seminal album Dark Side of the Moon. I am a big Floyd fan, but hadn't listened to this album in a while. As a kid, the song meant less to me than now that I am older, married with kids and maybe half way through my career. So the songs theme has been ticking away in the back of my brain for a few weeks. It's a great song, some excerpts below, but really just go listen.</div>
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A buddy of mine had posted an older video of his daughter, and he mentioned how he missed his kids when they were that small. That same day I took my daughter on a daddy-daughter date. We went to a mall, took some funny photo booth pics, she played in the play area, and jumped on the bungee cord trampoline thing. then we went to dinner and called it a night. Now the play area was filled with mostly toddlers, and it's really meant for that age. My almost 7 yo girl really wanted to play in there, but I told her "come on, this is for little kids." No matter, she gave me the "but Daaaad" eyes, and I let her play for a while. I sat there and just stared at my girl tower over smaller kids, and be really too big for all the stuff, but she was having a blast. Suddenly it hit me, these days are numbered.</div>
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Time is moving so fast with my kids. My daughter seems older than she is, and we tend to forget she's not yet 7. I want to sit and watch her be a little kid as long as I can. I want to play with her while she wants to as much as possible. I want to enjoy every moment of her growing up. I know that one day she'll be a teen, and then one day gone. There are a lot of days between now and then, and I want to focus on each one we have together more closely.</div>
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While my daughter was climbing over play sets, with one leg sweep, I laughed and let her be a little kid. When she wanted to take funny pictures, we did. When I showed her the bungee jumping thing, she was a strong "no Dad, that is too scary." I didn't push, she truly looked scared of the whole idea. But, we walked past it a couple times while shopping. Once we were both ready to head out of the mall for dinner, unprovoked, she turns to me and says "Dad, I want to go back do that jumping thing," and I said" are you sure?" to which she replied, "it's a little scary, but I think I can do it." Of course as soon as she was strapped in, she loved it, and wanted to do it again. She told me on the drive home when I asked her why she decided to try the bungee jump "sometimes things look scary at first Dad, but if I see them once or twice, I can be brave enough to try it." Love. This. kid.</div>
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Time is ticking away, and you will never seem to have enough. In one hour I saw my daughter want to play on a toddler play set, and also find the courage to decide to try something new and pretty scary for a 6 yo. I couldn't have been more proud of both sides of my daughter. I love seeing her grow, learn, become confident, and still be a little kid. Either way I loved our date. I'll walk with her, holding her hand, for every second I can.</div>
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<i>Excerpt from Time, by Pink Floyd.</i></div>
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day</div>
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Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way</div>
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Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town</div>
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Waiting for someone or something to show you the way</div>
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Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain</div>
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You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today</div>
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And then one day you find ten years have got behind you</div>
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No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun</div>
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And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking</div>
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Racing around to come up behind you again</div>
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The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older</div>
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Shorter of breath and one day closer to death</div>
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Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time</div>
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Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines</div>
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"Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it."<br />
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Live does move pretty fast. If you think of a second of your day, each one represents a larger chunk of your life remaining, every second become literally more important. The picture above has no really deep meaning, but when I cracked that double open, I thought, "hmm, I didn't expect that." I then waxed philosophical about my 2-3 egg meal for a moment, then went back to prepping my breakfast. No big deal. It did make me think about how surprising life can be.<br />
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This week our family lost a member who was a daughter, sister, cousin, mom & grandma. My heart breaks for those closest to her, and those that are left behind. Eight years ago we lost our first boy JDM. I cannot believe eight years has passed. The speed of time is mainly due to the blessing of a couple kiddos since then. These two kids have given us a fresh look at life, and really been a joy. Even when they won't get out of bed for school, and complain about getting dressed, brushing teeth, etc.<br />
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So how do you get over a loss? You don't. I will never forget holding my son, never. Eight years later and I still have moments of deep sorrow, albeit less often. We are part of a club, one no one wants to belong to, but plenty of folks do. In the last year I have been able to talk with a few people dealing with similar situations. I never know what to say, but I am just open and honest about how hard it was. All you can attempt to do is own the feelings, talk to those closest to you, and not bottle up what you are going through. JDM's birthday has forever tainted Valentine's day, his birthday. But we have been abe to have dates on VDay again, have fun prepping VDay stuff for the kids classes, and recognize JDM's bday a little.<br />
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So life has come at us fast, and we have done our best to keep up. We are not perfect, but we work on it every day. With each other, and a little Grace from God, we'll maximize every second we have. Happy Birthday JDM, I love you, we wish we could have known you, you would have loved your sister and brother. They would have loved you.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-56750428374028552852017-07-13T10:36:00.003-05:002017-07-13T10:36:55.629-05:00Gratitude<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lately I have spent a good deal of time focusing on gratitude. In a world full of schedules, instant access, unhappiness, politics, deadlines and challenges one can never stop and take time to be in gratitude. Gratitude is not simply being positive, or happy, but being truly in the moment and thankful for the just that moment. Like the pull tab sign in the picture above, do you need gratitude?<br />
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Recently I was at a brief talk given by Steve from the Life Is Good company. He spoke about the age old, and fairly tired, "is the glass half full, or empty?" question. He said the optimistic person is thankful that there is water in the glass at all, and thinking about how they could fill it for more people. This is a very gratitude focused mentality. Do not worry about the state of the water, be glad you have some, and work to fill the glass for more people.<br />
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If you are working toward being the best version of yourself, you need to practice optimism and gratitude. Also from Life Is Good Steve, "Optimism and Abs are both improved with exercise." This is a poignant phrase, being in gratitude does not mean you are happy every moment of every day, or never upset at things. But when exercising optimism and gratitude often, you can realign to the path quicker to become the best version of yourself.</div>
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Communication often comes up when organizations perform analysis of weakness within their group. I have seems this over and over at work, in volunteer groups, with friends and within families. Human communicate to others every second of every day they are near other folks. Whether by verbal or body language you are talking loud and clear. While I do not claim to have the answer to great communication, I do know you will be more successful if you connect.<br />
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This is a pretty solid point. Are you just talking, or are you connecting with your audience? Often I have to work on listening, really listening. Sometimes I have the direction I want to head in a conversation in mind, and that blocks me from listening to what my audience is trying to get a cross. When you listen, you open a two way door, that allows both parties to participate in the discussion.<br />
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Focus on the person, focus on listening, think before you speak, think about what you say. Get your point across, but make sure you know and believe the other person is requires for connection. Without connecting, you are really not communicating.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-38617377791245338102017-06-05T09:41:00.001-05:002017-06-06T13:56:26.670-05:00Sanguine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have watched a bunch of interesting documentaries lately. Some were discussed in my last blog post. Two docs on health that really made an impact on me were Fed Up and Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead (FSND). I have made very big health improvements over the last four years, but the work is ongoing. In 2016 I ran more miles than I have run in any year of my entire life, but I experienced the least amount of healthy change in the last 4 years. I knew the whole year that my diet was the issue. People often commented that since I was now working so hard to be healthy, that eating well must be easy. No so.</div>
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The first FSND doc had a really inspiring tale of a guy named Phil. He really was inspirational in the changes he made in his life. Recently, I watched the FSND part 2, and I saw that Phil did well for a few years, but really fell back into old ways. This was hard to see. He worked to determine the reasons he fell back into bad habits. He determined that he had no support network, to help him along the way. I tend to agree.</div>
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With running and working out, I have a bunch of folks that I talk with, look up to and challenge me. Not so much on the food side. I would be even worse off if my wife were not working so hard for the family to eat well. If you are looking to make any change, cleaning the house, eating better, walking more, drinking less coffee...find a partner or a source of support. Change can be great, just do not try to do it alone. </div>
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Recently I have read (listened) to a book about tidying up; The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo. The book was a free offering on Audible, and I need to get rid of some stuff, so I gave it a listen. Oddly enough, my wife bought this book a year ago, and I apparently dismissed the notion of a book on cleaning up. I have also been on a Netflix documentary binge, with docs varying from health, religion, wire walking, internet freedom, addiction, the 13th amendment, disappearing glaciers, and...a random selection called Minimalism: .<br />
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The documentary Minimalism paired quite well with some of the concepts of the tidying up book. These two experiences have really pushed the question of what is wealth? Is it my income, the things I own, the things I want, great kids, a solid fun marriage, or all these things. What is an identity? The things you own or the achievements in life. What is enough?<br />
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I do not have these answers, and won't be moving into a "tiny house" in the near future, but I will take a look about what the important things are to me. I can also make certain that I am being a bit more deliberate in how I spend my resources, financial, spacial, spiritual, human and temporal on the important things. Making an impact on people, being genuine, investing in our society and being a great loving family should be where I make an impact. I don't need hundreds of books I will never re-read, 100 t-shirts, nick-knacks from my life or and other superfluous stuff to be wealthy. This will take some time, but I am on a path.<br />
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Take a few minutes to look around your space today, how much of what you see brings you joy and makes you wealthy?<br />
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You never know when someone is going to surprise you with a touching comment, a kind remark or a simple hello when you need one. As my daughter grows up, she's five now, I am continually amazed how fast she is learning, understanding how to be kind and in particular remembering things. OK, she's not always kind to baby brother, but she tries. This is something almost every parent enjoys seeing as their kids grow. I was really stunned the other day at my daughter, she blew me away.<br />
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Earlier in the week we were talking about her homework and her school. The conversation was very typical, how was your day, what did you learn, did you have music or art today, etc. Then she tells me about a book she is working on in class, she called it her poetry book. I think it's more of an art journal, but that is not the critical element here. My daughter told me she had a page with a spot for all six of our family members. Our house has two kids and two parents. If she said five, I would have immediately assumed she added our dog, a true member of the family. I asked her why six?<br />
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This is when my daughter told me she had a spot for Mom, Dad, herself, Brother, the dog, and "Baby Joe who didn't make it." She wanted a spot for him so he wasn't alone, and he would know she loves him. Joe was our first child who did not survive his birth. We have prayed at bedtime for "baby Joe" from time to time with the kids, but they never really inquired much. My daughter said it would be cool to have a big brother, and wishes he would have made it. This entire conversation I am holding back my tears, and hugging my daughter. What a sweet sentiment from a child. Who knew the baby Joe prayers were making such an impression on her. Any time a moment like this has happened in the last six years, I feel like it is a little hello from Joe. So nice to hear it from his sister.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-78025135676660692892016-11-19T09:30:00.003-05:002016-11-19T09:30:44.184-05:00Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Recently I went through a case of my Dad's slides, some of which I think were given to him from my Mom's family. I can't help at feeling how little things change from generation to generation. While the world moves on, things change, the family function doesn't. I look through these old pics, all from before my parents married, and it all looks so familiar. Folks sharing meals, laughing, celebrating, playing with new babies and so on. The faces even look so similar it is like we have relived out ancestors lives to a certain extent. I have some of the same pictures of me playing with the grandchildren and great grandchildren of the people in the photos, decades later, heck half a century for some the pictures.<br />
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I would have loved to know my Dad's Dad, and known my Mom's Dad as an adult or even as a young man. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall for some of the family gatherings. I never knew my Mom's family had a regular breakfast in Mill Creek Park. I can just imagine what was going on in these pics, the smiles, eyes, smirks, straight faces really tell a tale of personalities.<br />
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What keeps the family together? People do. Being a close family is the responsibility of all the members. My Mom was the gravitational center of ours, always making sure the family was the center of everything we did. The long term result is the my generation stays as close as we can even though we live all over the country. I am tankful for a close family, I have one Brother, but feel as if I have dozens of Brothers and Sisters across the country, we see each other that way.<br />
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If you are lucky enough to have a family, make sure you call one of them today, not tomorrow. You never know how long you will have with your family members. Don'y text or email them, call them. Talk to them even if for a couple minutes. You will impact their day and strengthen your family. I will be making some calls today.<br />
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This morning I took my daughter to her last day at daycare. I know I am not the first parent ever to prepare to send your first kid to school, but it was a moment. She is so ready for her next step to Kindergarten it is silly. But Dad is not as ready as red. When I woke up to Conor crawling on me with all his stuffed animals and a car, I knew it would be a fun day.</div>
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I am sure Cora will have a great last day, her teacher told me she has been so excited to start school. I know she has some nerves, but she will do great Friday. The first crack in her excitement was two weekends ago at Target buying school supplies. She did not want to go with Jenn to pick her stuff out. I asked what was wrong and she said, "I'm scared Daddy, I have never been in that school before, I have only been in one building my whole life." She was referring to her daycare. I think this is a great reflection on the quality of teachers at Creative in Twinsburg. We have been blessed to have great men and women at our daycare, that our kids have really loved. I told Cora it was normal to be excited and a little scared, all great adventures start out with the unknown.</div>
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This morning when we walked into the building, I asked Cora to not run off, and hold my hand on the way in. She did, I think she knew I needed it a little more than her. This is a truly excited next phase for parenting, school, more activities, more homework and new things to learn for all of us. What was really sweet this morning was from the picture above. When we walked Conor to his room, Cora gave him a hug and said "I'll miss going to daycare with you Conor." This hit me in the feels. These two love each other so much, they are really best buds. They may make each other crazy, but they cannot stand being apart long. For the next 10 years, these two will not be in the same school building.</div>
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While the day Friday will be Cora's, and I cannot wait to hear about her first day, little brother has a new day too. He will be without his sister for the first time. I know the feeling, I wasn't in the same building with my brother for our entire elementary and high school. We had one year of college together at Youngstown State when I was a Freshman. The next time C&C are in the same building Cora will be a Junior and Conor a Freshman in High School. Wow.</div>
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Tomorrow will be a fun day. Drop Conor off at daycare, for the first time by himself. He'll do great. Then take Cora to Kindergarten so she can start her adventure! We plan on making the drop off fairly quick, to make the transition easier on Cora (and us). Then Jenn & I are off for a small breakfast, to fend off the feels. </div>
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<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-51714416208216917892016-02-12T10:40:00.002-05:002016-02-12T10:40:19.328-05:00Hey Bud<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My coworkers at the time sent this Gardenia plant home to Jenn & I with a card of prayer and condolences. Jenn and I call this our "Joe" plant. I have kept this guy going for 6 years, more than any other plant ever for me. Initially it bloomed flowers "white as snow" many times. Over time the blooms stopped and the plant was just getting by. Sensing the location in our house was not right for a Gardenia, I brought it to my work, where it has a nice perch upon which to stand, and received the right amount of sunlight to thrive again. Since the location change, I have had to prune the plant several times since it gets so big. I was pleasantly surprised last year when, after several years of bloom dormancy, a few buds popped and bloomed. It felt like Joseph was saying hello.</div>
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Since that time a bloom pops now and again, and it makes me happy to see that I kept one plant going. What touched my heart this week is the a new bud just popped up in time for Valentines Day. This bud it pictured above, just squeaking out and saying hello. Over the last few years you can see my Valentines posts share the same theme. This has been a time for me to get thoughts out and expressed, and helped me deal with the loss and assess what it means to me today. I have not been writing in my blog as much as I want over the last few months, and Valentines Day really crept up this year. When I saw this bud pop, I stopped what I was doing and smiled and shed a tear. I know somewhere Joseph is looking over us and his brother and sister. </div>
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<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-70537556070257152522016-01-18T11:15:00.001-05:002016-01-18T11:15:11.403-05:00Success or Failure<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well the last three months of 2015 were spent being fairly inactive for a couple legitimate reasons and a few lazy ones. My diet followed my effort, low quality, and I put on a few too many pounds. I am on the road back now, but it is amazing how much a few slow months can set you back.<br />
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Recently, I was watching a documentary on the Philmont Boy Scout Ranch. This is an amazing part of the Rocky Mountains set aside for Scouts in New Mexico to hike and adventure. During the program this quote came across the screen. A good point for any kind of journey you are on, physical or emotional. A lot of new years resolutions come and go, but folks with strong character will move on. Whether you are currently a success or failure on your journey does not matter, only that you take the next step forward.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-85499438054585428502015-12-14T09:52:00.002-05:002015-12-14T09:52:11.129-05:00Home Alone<div style="text-align: center;">
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This past weekend we watched Home Alone with the kids. I haven't watched this movie in a long, long time, maybe high school. I did not even remember that the movie is a Christmastime flick. Our kids, the 4 year old in particular, had a blast watching. My daughter was literally jumping out of her seat during the home defense scenes. I was overjoyed just watching the kids enjoy this movie. It is really a neat age now that we can start to let them watch some non-Disney animated movies. In all a fun night.</div>
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There was a touching scene in the movie I did not remember at all, tucked in between all the comedy. The boy in the movie, Kevin, has an older neighbor that the kids are all afraid of. mostly because the older brother makes up crazy stories about him. In the movie Kevin is running from the crooks, and he hides in the local church. There is a kids choir practicing some carols, and Kevin sees the old man neighbor sitting alone. Kevin is initially afraid as the old man moves to sit next to him. As it turns out the old man is not scary at all, and he shares some personal insight with Kevin. You see the old man is in church watching his granddaughter sing, because that is the only time he can see her. The man has a strained relationship with his son, and has not spoken to his son in years. This is why he can only see his granddaughter when his son is not around. The old man says he is afraid to call his son, because maybe he will not want to talk. With the honesty only a child can have, Kevin tells the old man to just call his son. "At least then you will know if he wants to talk, and you will have nothing to be afraid of anymore." I was choked up during the scene.</div>
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There are so many people in the world that are alone. By choice or by circumstances, there is a lot of loneliness and despair in the world. Just watch the news. I want to take time to say hello to someone I do not know. Maybe the old cranky looking guy in my neighborhood, or someone I never say hello to at work. The holiday season brings up so may feelings, and you can take a few spare seconds and brighten up someone's day with a simple "hello." You can do your best to make sure someone near you is not home alone.</div>
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It's not Christmas without the love and spirit of my dear Aunt Ann, God rest her soul. I have so many pieces, handmade with shear talent and love for me as a child, hanging on me tree today. Such an artist, story teller, jokester and gem of my family. I miss her, and wish she could share a joke or two with my kids, they would love her. I wish we could share a Christmas cup of tea.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-23668427741539392422015-11-26T10:44:00.001-05:002015-11-26T10:44:51.200-05:00Thanks Giving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This morning, Thanksgiving, was a bit crazy. Jenn and I are both stuffed up, so sleep and breathing is not the best. We woke to two kids full of, let's call it spirit, because calling my kids crazy at 6 am seems a bit rough on a holiday. Oh, never mind, they were absolutely crazy people this morning. Whining, crying, fighting, not listening, you name it. It was not the optimal way to wake up. I love my kids, but we cancelled Christmas three times this morning. Note to self, that does not work. Amid a hectic start to the day, I scrolled though my many feeds, and saw everyone posting notes of thanksgiving. After a shoer, some cold medicine and a couple cups of coffee I am ready.<br />
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I have a lot of things in my life for which I can give thanks. First is my lovely wife. She shows more strength than I can muster, and is the person I am lucky to spend the rest of my life with. Jenn is also the person that gave us our beautiful family. It was a long journey to get our house to be a home for our family, and we are blessed with a beautiful family. Our kids are the soul of our family now. Ruby too.<br />
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Family I am thankful for, the Miller and McDonough sides. The best part of our family is that they do not feel like three "sides," they are just all family. The picture above was from our wedding day, one of the best days ever, and a great day to start out life together. This little kids in the picture amaze me with how much they have grown since then. We will pass the torch on to out little kids, who I am sure will look back at photos from Uncle Ian's wedding next year, and marvel at how little they were that day.<br />
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I give thanks to my wonderful group of friends. I have old friends and new friends, but no matter how you slice it, I have some of the best friends a person could ask for.<br />
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Hopefully you have some loved ones to spend today with, hopefully you have things to be thankful for. I am overwhelmed with the amount of things I need to give thanks for. So I give thanks today for my blessing named here, and those not named.<br />
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You never know when someone is watching you. On Halloween I ran in the Dead Sprint 5K race in with a good friend. It was a race for me to shake off the rust from an injury, and fun to see all the folks who ran in costumes. I accomplished my time goal, and settled in for a post-race breakfast and pint of Guinness for some time to catch up with my buddy. While we were chatting a woman approached me and said "excuse me sir, I just wanted to say thank you." This took me back a bit, I didn't know her from a hole in the wall. She continued, "you kept me going in the race, I wanted to slow down and walk, but I could see your green jacket ahead, I just kept telling myself, 'keep up with this guy', and you helped me run a really good race." At some point I know she passed me, because I remembered her and I were thanking the police officers at all the intersections for helping out. I always try to thank the volunteers and officers during races, and she said she did too. The she added that she had just gotten off a long overnight shift at the hospital, and had no sleep. She went straight to the race, and was just hoping for the best. A little while later she came back over "hey, I placed third in the women's group for my age and got a medal! So, thanks again for the motivation!" While I did joke I would take some credit for her medal, it was so nice of her to let me know I helped without knowing.</div>
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This whole experience draws me toward the thought of how you act when no one is watching. Simply acting how you should when you are at work, in class or around friends and family is only a partial measure of who you really are. What you say you believe is just words. All these public events or statements are not the real test. The real test is when no one is looking, when you have the opportunity to compromise your beliefs, values and ideals to cut a corner, save some money, or just avoid a difficult situation. This can be as small an effort as starting the next pot of coffee at work, when you take the last cup, picking up some trash someone else left behind, or leaving an area cleaner than when you arrived. These are small examples of behavior that really set who you are and build your integrity. If you try your best when no one is looking, the times folks are looking will come that much easier, your personal integrity will shine through and be natural. </div>
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-65844440302219915562015-08-31T12:33:00.004-05:002023-12-14T10:25:09.172-05:00Get Grounded<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Work, kids, wife, house, work, family, kids, cars, money, travel, packed calendar, friends, chapters, work kids, wife, running, eating well, birthdays, work, house issues, kids, kids growing too fast, soccer practice, family, chapters, committees, hours of sleep, friends, keeping updated, no time to relax, kids, work, wife, family, money, hobbies (ha, funny), eating, work, travel, wife, kids, family. </div>
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These are all things I think about probably every hour of the day, if not every minute for some. There are times when you can get caught up in being too busy, too booked with not enough time in the day. These things can build up to be all encompassing f you do not take time to make sure you stay ground in what matters.</div>
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Recently, a good friend had some terrible news, the worst kind of news. He has been told by doctors he has a finite amount of time due to a terminal illness. When I heard the news, I was heartbroken, speechless, and did not know what to think. I immediately thought of how he must feel, and though of myself in that situation. I am not certain how I would handle this type of news. One thing is for certain, many of the items listed above became not so important in my mind. It was more like, family, wife, kids and health.</div>
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My friend handled the news with dignity and class. He is truly a model of a good man and True Gentleman. I know he must have had a lot of hard days and nights since the diagnosis, but outwardly, he is showing strength, class and helping his own family and friends along the way. He is an inspiration.</div>
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This moment was a time for me to be glad I have a friend like him. Treat every day as precious. Treat people kindly. Take nothing for granted. The job, the house, the money, the hours of sleep you get, hobbies, social media, feeling like you have no time. These things have a place in day to day life, but do they keep you grounded? I say no. It is your friends, family and faith that can help keep you grounded. Just make sure you take inventory of how far the important things have fallen down your list. Work to keep the important things high above the fray. Hit your knees and give some thanks. Work to stay grounded.</div>
<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17791859967483741727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582957.post-35197000691023481332015-07-20T10:56:00.004-05:002015-07-20T12:21:02.249-05:00You Complete Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This past weekend I had the joy of having the kids to myself. This does not happen often, as I travel a bit more than the wife.We had a blast for a couple days, played a lot, ate some "Dad" style meals, went to a comic book convention, swam at the Grandparents pool and watched a movie. It is very interesting to see how the kids act, or react, when both parents are not around. They both love Mommy fiercely, and often are attached to a leg of hers. They do not swarm on me as much, unless we are wrestling. After a day/night on our own, when they realized Mom was really out of town they settled in with the concept that I was their dude for the weekend. In all we had a blast, lots of laughs, very few tears, and great memories.</div>
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What I do know is that I do not know how single parents do this all the time. Every minute of every day for four days and three nights I was focused and in action with the kids, cooking, cleaning dishes, doing laundry with no break. I think I take for granted how nice it is to split the family duties up with my wife. This weekend made me appreciate two things, my kids, and my wife.</div>
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When J got home the kids freaked out, and were over excited and tired all at the same time. J was also really tired from her long weekend. The pic below summarizes how they all felt to finally be back together. I love this picture so much.</div>
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J truly completes us.</div>
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Four years has gone by so fast. Four years ago was one of the best most amazing days of my life, my daughter was born. I frankly do not remember the last four years, they have been a crazy and fun ride. She does not know it yet, well maybe she does, but I am fully wrapped up in this little girl. She just owns me completely. She is a little chip of my wife, so similar to her it's beautiful. Never in my life did I think I would love brushing a girls hair, especially really curly hair. But every time I do, I take care to enjoy it, for I know one day she will not want Daddy to brush her hair.Another significant event today was Jenn and my "Joe" plant, a Gardenia, popped the first flower in years today. Jenn has made it a point to take off for the kids birthdays, and spend a nice day with just them, no Dad or siblings. I do normally get a lunchtime stopover though. It's like our little Joe knew his sister would be in my office today to see the pretty flower. Lot's of crazy ups and downs when you start a family, and days like today make you appreciate them all. Love you kiddo.</div>
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