Thursday, September 11, 2014

A Rough Day


As this September 11th winds down, I am very thankful the day was quiet.  Nothing  horrific happened as we remember the events of this day in 2001.

SGT Tamara Thurman
It was a rough day, very mellow and a bit sad.  I lost a former Soldier when the plane that hit the Pentagon struck the office she worked in.  SGT Tamara Thurman had been my administrative clerk when I was a company commander in Germany.  She had a beaming smile everyday and was loved by everyone.  The world lost a beautiful soul when she died at the age of 25.


All day long I read comments about that horrible day.  People posting pictures, commenting, telling where they had been.  It was nice to see how people were remembering and thanking those who serve.  It was nice to see patriotism again.  At the same time, it brought more sadness.

Tomorrow, many of those same people will go back to their regular lives and the memory of 9/11 will fade away.  Many of those same people who posted patriotic comments will demand that we shrink our defense budget, even though our very livelihoods are threatened by ISIS and other terrorists that hate us.  They will accept the fact that our country is poorly defended along our borders and nothing is being done about it.  They will go about their comfortable lives going through each day blissfully ignoring the threats around them.

It will take another attack along the lines of 9/11 to wake Americans up again.  I fear it is not too far away and we are making it too easy for our enemies to get into America to strike when and where they want to.

Don't get me wrong.  I am happy people posted and said the things they did.  Now if they will only truly follow the words they said, "We will never forget".  Make sure that means forever and not just for today.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Shopping...At the YMCA

Ask any guy how he shops and he will most likely say he enters the store where he can find what he wants, immediately finds it, goes to the register to pay for it and leaves...mission accomplished.

Ask most women how they shop and they will tell you that they go to a store they hope has what they might be looking for (need is irrelevant) look at a whole bunch of things that aren't even close to what they are looking for, pick up a few things and after an extended amount of time, head to the register and pay for said collection, most likely not even buying the item they had intended to purchase.  After my workout at the Y today, I believe a lot of women work out like they shop.

When I go the the Y in the morning, I see some guys in there working with weights and other machines, doing a genuine workout.  They are working out...which means they are sweating.  They do their workout and leave.

Women...seem to work out, like they shop.  Not all women, mind you, but those who want people to know that they "work out" without actually putting in the sweat equity.  Let me explain...

I was an infrequent visitor to the Y until Selena and I started to watch what we eat with the goal of trimming a few pounds.  Because of this, I have become an almost daily visitor.  These types of observations go back the whole year I have been a member, but the examples I give here are from the past two weeks.

Now, I will be honest.  Most normal guys are going to notice an attractive woman at the gym.  As abnormal as some people may think I am...I am no exception.  The older ladies and those in not so good of shape tend to get to business and work out with a purpose.  This young lady...not so much.
As I worked out on the elliptical, I saw this young lady on the reclined bicycle.  She had on all the right work out gear but she could have been wearing a business suit.  She was so busy on her phone, texting, that her legs were barely moving and she had not even reached a warm-up by the time I was finished.

Last week, I noticed a lady about my age who, in my opinion, was not dressed to work out...but to advertise her physique.  She had on a very tight top to show the "curves" and short shorts that made running shorts look like they belonged on a basketball court.  She pranced through the machines, making sure she was seen and then settled on a stationary bike where she did pretty much nothing.  I am sure I saw her today, in her tight clothing again, on a stair climber that could not have moved enough times to equate a walk up a flight of stairs.

Two machines down from me (I am an elliptical type of guy), was a tall lady who seemed to be in fairly good form.  She was not overweight by any means, though it was due in no part to her workout routine.  She had walked in the building ahead of me and had started her elliptical just before I did.  As I was moving along at a good pace, heart rate rising, and breaking a sweat; I looked over to the tall blond and saw she was barely moving and definitely not exerting much energy.  She was on that machine as long as me but not one sign that it had been any kind of a workout for her.

I left the Y wondering why anyone would waste time doing something to gain nothing?  Are these women going to the Y to tell their friends, "Oh yeah, I work out every morning"?  Is it just to show off what they have done in the past?


In true honesty, there are also a few young ladies that are there regularly when I am who make me envious that I don't work out as well or as hard as they do.  They are getting their money's worth!

Next time you are at the gym and see a lady on a machine gaining nothing from the workout, be thankful that you aren't shopping with her.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Remembering Superman


This is the first year I won’t be able to wish my dad a Happy Father’s Day in person.  I didn’t realize it growing up, but began to as I grew older, that my dad really was Superman!

My dad was always there, for everything I ever did in school.  I can’t remember him ever missing a baseball game, from little league through high school.  Band concerts, vocal concerts, plays in grade school, he was always there.



I attribute much of what I learned playing baseball to my brother, Dean.  But the heart, the never-quit attitude came from my dad.  He would hit or throw me grounders in the backyard...not the lazy, easy to field ones.  Oh no!  Every one of them was off to the side and with zip!  Dad wanted it to be practice as well as fun.

Dad told me once that I was his best gopher.  I would gopher this tool, or gopher that tool, whenever he was working on something around the house or yard.  He was so patient with me when I got him the wrong tool or needed more guidance.  Wish I could have half of his patience.  I learned how to fix things, build things, and maintain things just by watching what he did.  One time, I asked him how he could build anything he wanted to.  (He built a fish house, barrel stove, smoker, room for the wood stove in the house, etc).  He simply said, “You draw a plan and you build it”.  Easy for him to say!  He actually had the skills. 

When we were using wood to heat our house, I was the only kid around to help cut and haul wood with him.  This was the early 1980’s and I was only in grade school.  We were going to go to Colorado one year  for vacation and he told me that he would pay me 50 cents/load so I could earn money for the trip.  He had a notebook in the truck for me to keep track of my number of loads.  He even apologized for not being able to pay me more, but in the end, he gave me a $20 bill, more than the notebook showed I had earned.  I loved going wood cutting with Dad.  Mom would pack us lunch and we would head out.  It was hard work, but he did most of it.  He told me it was important I was there in case something happened to him operating the saw.  The work was easier after hearing that.  Often, when we headed home with a load of wood, we would stop at the Big Stone Legion for some popcorn and a pop.

And then, there was Kenny’s Mobil Station on Main Street.  Dad would stop in sometimes when I was with him just to talk to Kenny.  The station had one of those old pop machines that had the bottles of pop for a dime or a quarter, I can’t remember, I just thought it was cool.  Dad would buy me a bottle of pop to “share”, and then maybe take one drink as a technicality.  I don’t think he really liked the grape pop I usually got, he just had to make sure I shared.

I remember showing up for Army Basic Training already knowing how to spit shine shoes.  I had already done it for a few years.  The pay wasn’t very good when I shined Dad’s boots for Guards, but the praise was!

The lessons I learned from Dad were more from observation than by him telling me.  I seldom saw him and my mom raise their voices at each other or bicker, he always had time for us, and he was proud of a job well done.  After he died, I witnessed firsthand the fact that many of these lessons were truly lived by him every day.  Such an unselfish man and loved by so many.  He took in three of my mother’s siblings and raised them with not one complaint.  This past summer, while my family was moving from Virginia to North Dakota, he opened the house up to us for almost two months.  Not the easiest of circumstances, but he was there to help, just as he always was.

Until the day he died, I still called him and sought his advice on any number of things.  From kids, to marriage, to fixing something around the house, Dad was often the first one I called.  I always knew I would get his honest, straight opinion. 

The greatest life lesson my dad passed down to me is that family is everything.  As a father, I am to be unselfish, a leader, a good example, and a teacher.  Family comes first, then everything else will fall into place.

Superman finally fell to his kryptonite and there will never be another superhero like him.  I love you Dad and miss you terribly!