Do as I say, not as I do

Jason here, lately Amelia has been playing with the kids in the complex. Experiencing the true nature of kids of being so mean. She doesn't understand and gets sad. So I proceed to tell her that kids for the most part are mean, and don't know how to be polite enough to get along.
So I tell her just to do you best and don't listen to the kids. No need to cry I tell her, go and play with them.

Lately at work which is going just fine, I enjoy the work and getting paid. Every day a co-worker is a real jerk, and all I want to do is bust his teeth in. I try to tell myself don't cry, and go and play. Well I don't tell myself that. But I can not bring myself to his level. Even though it sure would be nice. How will I ever be able to teach my kids if I can't control myself. Another one is when I was mowing the lawn as a kid, and ran over a brick. Getting mad at the brick and my dad being in the distance. Thinking he was going to be mad at me for not looking out for stuff. He walked over and told me "you can't let things upset you like that, are you going to take it out on your kids when you get older". Obviously that has stuck with me all these years. Anyway just some things I was thinking about. Jason

1/22/2010

It is 75 and sunny need I say more. What a beautiful day.

Here We Go Again...

The new semester has started, and I think that I am more nervous about this semester than I was about the last. The difference this time around is that I know what I am in for. I should take the fact that I made it through last semester as support for the idea that I can do it again. But, thinking about last semester reminds me of trying to learn how to swim and keep my head above water. I feel like I earned my goggles last semester.

I can see things much more clearly now, but I am not sure that seeing things more clearly will help me keep my head above water any better.

This semester, I am working on earning my fins...maybe then I can swim through these readings more quickly!

GaGa, This One's for You!

Before Amelia started talking, my dad was intent on her learning to say "Grandpa". We would work with her in the car on our way down to Spokane. "GaGa", Amelia's version of Grandpa, was one her first words. Amelia loved going to Grandpa Sam's house.

And Grandpa Sam sure loved Amelia!

Ever since I was a kid, one of my favorite things to do with my dad on weekend mornings was to go to Cinnabon. When my brother and I were younger, we would go to Cinnabon and watch them make the Cinnabons. After I married Jason, we almost always grabbed a Cinnabon with my dad when we visited my dad in Spokane. So, to commemorate him this morning, we picked up Cinnabons. They were tasty, but definitely lacking...maybe we needed some yogurt butter on top.

While 2 years have passed since my dad passed away, I still miss him terribly. I am very grateful that we were able to live in Sandpoint for four years before my dad died. It was during that time that I was really able to get to know my dad and to enjoy him. My dad always did his best to support me, and I knew that I could count on him. I distinctly remember the day when he told me that I could do whatever I wanted to do.

He was such a great grandpa, and he loved his grandkids so very much. I hope that Amelia remembers him just a little bit as she grows up. We love you GaGa Sam!!!!!!!!

A few of my favorite things

Need I say More.