Rachel's poem. Remembering those teenage blues.

Here is a poem Rachel wrote for school. I corrected a couple of minor things, but here it is and the picture she drew with it. It reminded me of how lonely the teenage years can be. How much those kids rely on others to make them feel accepted and "normal".

Sometimes I'm a shadow, sometimes I'm not.
My friends are here, but not a lot.
I feel kind of lonely, I do wear black.
I am a shadow, not very in tact.
I have lots of friends, but I don't always feel
like they're there, that they're not real.
I don't know why I feel this way.
I just do, that's all I'll say.
Not everyone's nice, life can be hard.
Sometimes my friends will leave me scarred.
I can be a shadow, I can be a light.
Depends on how I feel; sometimes uptight.
In this world, you're not always noticed,
it can't be helped. Not everyone cares.
The world is harsh, and I've been taught
sometimes I'm a shadow, and sometimes I'm not.

She's such a good girl, and it's hard for me to see her brooding one day, and happy the next. Fortunately she doesn't survive on her friends always being there. She's a little more independent and I hope it serves her well. I love her very much!

How does she do that?

Ok, it might embarrass Shelli, but I have to tell you about her playing tennis. She has always loved it (it's in her genes, really) and played in high school. I remember when I first met her, she was really into playing on the high school team. I thought it was a little funny because tennis was a total sissy sport at my school. It was ok for girls, I thought. Then I tried to play her. Well, I got beat pretty badly, but it made me want to keep playing. I have many fond memories of playing tennis in the summer until late at night. We'd play under the lights, bugs swarming, sweat beading, competitive but in love at the same time. The winner (and the loser) would get a kiss over the net, and the game would go on. What great dates those were.
Fast forward a few years (ok, like almost 20!) until now. Tennis has never left her blood, but she had to leave it behind to help raise the kids and keep me in school. There just wasn't the time or the money. Now we have a little more money, and sometimes more time. Last year we decided it was time for her to take lessons and join a league. I thought it was a good idea since I could beat her all the time and she struggled with her serve and forehand.
Let me tell you about who beats who now! IF I win, it's a long match and often ends in a tie-beraker. She has gotten so good I want to discontinue her lessons until I can beat her again! We got to play in a Valentines day tournament for doubles, and we had so much fun! She has helped me love the game, but I don't know if many love it as much as her (and her grandma!)

I tried to find a picture of her playing to post, but I'll have to take some. I don't have any yet! She is a great player, winning all of her matches basically, and keeps moving up in her women's league at the club! I am very proud of her, and happy she is doing something for herself that she loves! What a great sport, and a great player she is!

Keep it up Shlolly!

I love water, and what exactly IS a stern squirt?

I love being outside, and have a special love of the water. We are blessed with tons of water in this area, and some of my best times with my family have been on the river. We boat, swim, ski, tube, even pic-nic in the boat! We go for walks by the river, fish, skip rocks, camp, and many other things by the water. And.... we stern squirt! This is something I just learned to do in my little kayak. I have discovered it's called a stern squirt for two reasons. First, the stern is always your backside. This could be the back of the boat, or hypothetically your own backside. Now, a stern squirt is performed by paddling out of an eddy into the current, leaning the side/stern of the boat into the current which flips your nose or bow up into the air. If done properly, and you recover right side up, it's called a kayak stern squirt. If you blow it, roll upside down, and panic, it just might elicit another type of "stern squirt" for which you may need to dry-clean your dry-suit after the day! :) Check it out!

Couples

1.	two of the same sort considered together; pair.

2.	two persons considered as joined together, as a married or engaged pair, lovers, or dance partners: They make a handsome couple.

3.	any two persons considered together.

4.	Mechanics. a pair of equal, parallel forces acting in opposite directions and tending to produce rotation.

5.	Also called couple-close. Carpentry. a pair of rafters connected by a tie beam or collar beam.

6.	a leash for holding two hounds together.

7.	Fox Hunting. two hounds: 25 hounds or 121/2 couple.

–verb (used with object)

8.	to fasten, link, or associate together in a pair or pairs.

9.	to join; connect.

10.	to unite in marriage or in sexual union.

Lately, I have been noticing that the people we hang around with, correspond with, and generally admire are some of the neatest couples. We have some new blog friends (Travis and Camille) that reminded me of when we got married (15 years this year, dear - I won't forget our anniversary) and what a cool thing it is. Marriage isn't the easiest thing, but it is the greatest. A recent re-acquaintance of mine who is in his 50's and still single said it best while kayaking and talking about our wives "letting" us go and kayak now and then. He said "any relationship, even a somewhat restrictive one, is way better than being alone." Very true words indeed. So, to our friends, Benoits, Hickmans, Halversons, Cains, Wibergs, Rawlins, Robinsons, and so many others,to the couples who are making it, and making the world better together than they could on their own....thank you! You inspire me, and make me smile about all that's good about being together. And Shelli, thanks for being there through EVERYTHING! Home is where my heart is, even though my hobbies may take me far from there at times. p.s. wanna play some tennis while you still have the flu? Maybe I could win this time?

I fell off a 16' waterfalll!

I happened to be in a kayak, and it was a bit scary, but after the first time it wasn't so bad on the following 2 times.


I'm in blue/yellow with a blue helmet and red PFD, and a little black kayak. What a thrill! The best part was how I submarined that drop. Not the best form, but it was kind of fun to disappear for a second or two, then pop back upright and catch my breath! Who's ready to go with me?

So, you think your'e in pretty good shape?

Ok, for those of you out there who think you are in pretty good shape.....think again. And, if you would like to get in better shape.....think about this guy to your left. I had heard about Dean Karnazes in Outside magazine. I knew he was an amazing runner, and knew he had this book out. I finally bought it, and WOW! It has inspired me to get off my butt and get to work. This guy truly is an amazing piece of human strength and, no other way to put it, ENDURANCE. I am not saying we should worship this guy, but I think it's safe to say there are few if any athletes out there EVER that hold a candle to this guy. Check him out at www.ultramarathonman.com and see for yourself. Buy the book. It's worth every penny. Well, I gotta go. Time to go for a run!

to the 1980's

This week I got a call from an old friend, inviting me to go see the new Rambo movie. In his voicemail, he reminisced about how we were so into those movies as young teens. We all had our own "Rambo" survival knives with the compass in the handle, and pretended we were survival specialists on boy scout campouts. I laughed out loud as I listened to his message, and thought fondly of those times. Then, I began to feel veeeerrrryyyyy ooooolllldddd. I had to pinch myself when I thought about how 1980 was 28 years ago. How kids that were born in 1990 (the year I graduated high school) will be graduating from high school this year. How kids now when they "dress like the 80's" for school are really like us "dressing like the 50's and 60's" when we were in high school. I am like totally an 80's child, a stud, buffed, rad, totally awesome, and whatever other words we used to describe ourselves as cool. I don't have a mullet, wear a white glove, or acid washed shredded jeans, or have "tight buns in 501's" anymore. I don't listen to Van Halen and jump everytime the song says to, I don't use the words stoner or jock. I don't wish I had a black Firebird with a little sliding red light on the grill, or drive a Ferrari 308 GT like Thomas Sullivan Magnum, and I don't swing my head around and pretend I am playing a jamming guitar solo, but I am still a product of the 80's. What a great era! Come on everybody FEEL THE NOISE!