Archive for January, 2006
It’s Friday afternoon, our Realtor calls us and informs Shae and myself that we have an offer coming on our house. “Be warned,” she says, “I think their going to low-ball us.” Some discourse ensues between the two Realtors and we get the offer on our table. It’s about 7k lower than our asking price. [ READ MORE ]
Today, while on the bus reading Thomas Friedman’s, From Beirut to Jerusalem, I came to really appreciate what freedom we truly have as Americans. In the late 1980’s in Syria (yeah, not long ago), if you so much as looked at the government wrong it was enough to get you put on their “list”. Not [ READ MORE ]
This afternoon we went down to celebrate JRR Tolkien’s birthday with the good people at McMenamins Kennedy School. It’s an old elementary school that has been transformed into a hotel, laden with local art and a pub in the old Detention room. To top the whole thing off, the Willamatte Radio Workshop put on a [ READ MORE ]
I didn’t write this but a part of it touched me quite profoundly. The value of a month… To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade. To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby. To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the [ READ MORE ]
Overall, we did pretty well at the tournament. It was fairly small so there wasn’t a whole lot of competition; somewhere around 8 schools or so. After the first day of literally running at full-speed around the campus trying to get to my Individual Events, I had decided that it really wasn’t my weekend. The [ READ MORE ]
I love Johnathan more and more everyday. And when I think I can’t possibly love him more, I stand corrected. The first month of motherhood was really hard for me… and especially that first week… the first night home from the hospital SUCKED. But I’ve always loved Johnathan more than anything in [ READ MORE ]
Jimmie L. Hedrick January 14, 1942 – July 11 1997 I must admit, I didn’t really know my Grandfather. He is my mother’s father. Heard lots of stories, but only have a couple of my own. I was more sad for my mom when he passed so young, than for myself or [ READ MORE ]