First game of the Wildcats '10 season. The girls had a blast and even ended up winning. Janna exclaimed "THAT WAS FUN" afterwards like she was surprised. Still a good time was had by all, and Melissa had fun as the High School team she helps with (DeSoto Central) advanced in the state Playoffs by beating Warren Central. Afterwards the girls and I celebrated with a trip to eat Mexican food with the competition. Well, at least it was their friends Gabby and Reagan Smith, and their parents Guy and Kelly Smith, who happen to play for the other team.

Rough day....

Spent with idiot clients and solving their problems and them being ungrateful for the solution. You know it is nice to help someone who appreciates what you did for them, but you just want to strangle those who take you for granted. There are days when my work is fulfilling, but they have been rather few lately. On top of that, in my personal life I am stretched thinner than frog under the tire of an 18 wheeler. Ball games, homes that won't sell, commitments to friends, obligations at my wife's school, a 17 week old Lab puppy that needs training, and my obsession with chasing feathered quarry all leaves precious little time to just hang out, or to clean the house, maintain the yard, get an oil change or take a lunch break at work for that matter. Something has to give, and usually it is the most quiet of them. The puppy or my sleep.

I think I have fallen into a bad habit of staying at the office all day, which seems like a good plan for productivity, but is wearing me down. I am slowly getting burned up...and possibly out at this rate. I just want to say to hell with it all and move to a cabin in the middle of the mountains and lose contact with EVERYONE, except family of course. Oh, well gotta go clean the house and then get started on more work for a client...can't waste time chasing the almighty dollar.

Speaking of Sainthood!

Let's at least give my wife a medal. I am here in Nashville at the NWTF Show, and she is at home with my girls. As usual, one of my strong willed children decided to pitch a total fit thereby ruining the plans my wife had made with her sister. All I could say is "I'm sorry!" I am a three hour drive from home, and she gets to deal with three labs (including a 16 week old puppy) and twin 6 year-olds, and I just thought all the turkey calling gave me a headache. So, at least for now, both of our days are ruined thanks to a 6 year-old. My wife is stressed and aggrivated, and I am miserable because I am feeling like I should have never left to do this. I know it will be better after a few hours sleep, or at least I hope. It is a miserable feeling when you can do nothing to make the people you care about feel better.

Sainthood....

So what does it take again to become a Saint? According to Catholic-Pages.com:
"In official Church procedures there are three steps to sainthood: one becomes Venerable, Blessed and then a Saint. Venerable is the title given to a deceased person recognized as having lived heroic virtues. To be recognized as a blessed, and therefore beatified, in addition to personal attributes of charity and heroic virtue, one miracle, acquired through the individual's intercession, is required. Canonization requires two, though a Pope may waive these requirements. Martyrdom does not usually require a miracle."

Well, my wife is still living, at least I think she is; she might "stroke out" soon this morning. So she does not qualify for the "Venerable" title yet. To be beatified however, she has to exhibit charity and heroic virtue. The charity one is easy she lives her lives for others completely. She teaches Special Education Inclusion in the 9th grade. She is an unpaid assistant softball coach, and she hauls my children hither and yon for their activities with nary a word of complaint. As for heroic virtue if you have ever been in our house in the morning with twin six year-old girls trying to get up, and a husband who rises more slowly than than the dead you will know she is quite heroic. So that leaves only the miracle part missing. Again, I contend that getting twin six year-olds to do anything in the morning is a miracle. There is never anything to suit them. The pants are too tight, the pants are too loose, the shirt has the wrong person on it, the shirt is the wrong color, the pants are too short, the pants are too long, the socks are too short the socks are too long. The list of issues is endless. To even get them dressed in the morning is a miracle, so there is one.

The second miracle is probably more amazing. My wife, has put up with me as her husband for the last 8 and one-half years. Even though I am desperately handsome (those of you who know me will know I am kidding, unless you find lumpy biscuit dough attractive then you might find me attractive), and a hopeless romantic (yeah, I am hopeless alright...there is no hope that I have a clue how to be romantic), I still can be quite a burden to live with. I am NOT a morning person, I love dogs (which means we now have a black 16 week old ball of labrador inhabiting our space along with the other two older labs), I have an insane drive to hunt anything with feathers, and some things that don't have feathers, I am a completely selfish person, I can be insanely stubborn when I make a decision to follow a certain course, and I tend to work obsessively when I am at work and not make time for my family. The fact that she has managed to put up with me for a week is amazing, the fact that she has been married to me for almost 9 years is a miracle.

And what does she get for all this service to others, and burden of living with me? Today, she will be late to her job...again....

Too Much Going On!

Just this week Gordon asked me,"Do you think we have to much going on?". Maybe, but what do you change. Yes, I'm coaching softball again and that takes up time. I also go to Bible study every Monday. Don't forget I'm working on my masters and class meets every Thursday. The girls have Girl Scouts twice a month and tumbling once a week. Oh yea I forgot my job and the girl's school. Gordon hunts a lot and his job calls for him to stay late occasionally. So what do you take away? What do you change? I say nothing.

The Alaska Trip

You step off the airplane in Valdez, Alaska and realize instantly that “God lives here.” Now, I am a firm believer the God is everywhere. But, if he could only be in one spot this would be it, and I knew it at my first glance off the airplane. From that moment on it only got better. Life is a series of moments, and some stick with you forever. Some fade with time and others are imprinted upon your soul and remain vivid for the rest of your life. The birth of your first child and your wedding day are events that imprint upon your soul, and so is your first hunt in Alaska. It had been a dream of mine for years to travel to Alaska, and even more so to hunt Alaska. When my buddy Justin called to ask about the trip I was hooked instantly, I just had to figure out how to make it happen. Through some sacrifice I was able to make it happen, and on Thanksgiving Day of 2009 I would board a plane to Alaska. The flight was uneventful, save my anxiety at wanting to get there much more quickly than the airlines would carry me. Our group consisted of Justin Harrison, Jason Zerrer, Kris Schaumburg and me. I was flying through Atlanta to Seattle, but the others were meeting up in Houston. So I was on my own until Anchorage and would arrive there several hours before their flight got in. We all finally arrived in Anchorage only to find our flight to Valdez had been cancelled and we would have to catch the flight out the next morning. Not, too big of a deal since we would arrive well before shooting time, but it our group was stressed to no end. We all wanted to start the hunt.
The next morning we were lucky, the plane flew without a problem, and after a slightly bumpy flight on a very small plane we landed in Valdez. The hunt could begin. We were greeted at the airport by Brian and Tim, our guides for the trip, and quickly shuttled back to the lodge. On arrival at the lodge we were served wonderful home cooked breakfast sandwiches and we dressed for the hunt. Once we were dressed we loaded up the boat and headed out of the port. It was the beginning of possibly the most memorable experience of my life.
. As we left the port we were accompanied by a pod of Dalls porpoises, and that was breathtaking by itself. The water is the most amazing blue and as clear as a crystal, and it is buttressed on every side by these massive mountains that fall right into the ocean. It is awesome. The first day was a microcosm of the whole first part of the trip The first hunt took a little while to get underway, but the Barrow’s Goldeneye were cooperative and a Common Goldeneye showed up allowing us to bag both in less than an hour. Greater Scaup and several other species provided some shooting opportunities. But the star of the show was the scenery. Our shooting was less than stellar, but the view lacked nothing.
Day two was the one we’d been waiting for, we had a pretty long boat ride out, but I knew a short time out that it was worth it. The Harlequin, Old Squaw, Black Scoter, Barrow’s Goldeneye, and even the odd Bufflehead made it a true red letter day. And we would finish up with a bag of birds that would make any person proud. I spent hours on a rock next to Jason Zerrer having the time of our lives, shooting decoying ducks and taking in the most awesome scenery God could devise.
On the last day we were on a mission. We still needed a Harlequin or two so we took out in search of them. Ultimately, we succeeded in doing just that along with bagging a few more Barrow’s Goldeneye and a few nice Surf Scoters along the way. That final hunt was also a remarkably memorable experience, but I am certain I am boring you all with details and you’d rather see a few pictures rather than read all the gory details. So I will wrap it up by saying; after the hunt we headed back and packed up, and the twinges of separation set in. I do not know yet when I will be back, but only that one day, Lord willing, I will.

Jason Zerrer on the rock Day 2.


Group Photo on Day 2, from left: Me, Justin Harrison, Kris Schaumberg, Jason Zerrer


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First Day of Kindergarten!

Ok, so the girls and I have been talking about the first day of school for over a month now. I wanted them to be excited about kindergarten. It seemed like everyone was ready. The night before we started laying out clothes and boy Janna knew right away what she wanted to wear. She even knew how she wanted her hair fixed and what shoes would look the best. She was so excited. Julia on the other hand couldn't decide. So after about an hour of not having an outfit picked out. Gordon and I said forget it we will pick something out in the morning. (I already had in my mind what I wanted her to wear and we had even talked about it a while back.) So morning comes around and we wake the girls up and the first thing out of Janna's mouth was "Can I get dressed now?". Julia just wasn't ready to get up. So after breakfast and brushing their teeth it is finally time to get dressed. Janna was ready in a heartbeat. She knew it was going to be picture time soon. Julia, Gordon, and myself probably had a mini WWIII. Nothing fit right according to Julia. (Julia recently has been wanting her clothes to fit a certain way.) After a major breakdown and getting close to time to leave we finally told her she was going to have to go to school in her panties. So out the door we took her. She was not happy, and finally while standing in the garage in her panties she decided it was time to surrender. So I slipped the dress on her that I had already decided would be the best dress for the first day of school, and off to take pictures. Here is our first day of kindergarten picture.