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THIS is what makes the Seahawks unstoppable. You can't buy this kind of passion, talent. You have to believe in it and it will find you. My applause goes to the leadership team for attracting these athletes and proving to the nation that courage and heart is all it takes. Go Hawks!

That low tide is awesome. Falcor and I ran down to the pier, said a quick prayer, and then jetted down on the beach and back home on it the entire way. A couple of cranes, some rock jumping and puddle splashing and boom, one mile down! How rad to be grateful for the moment in the moment!? I also learned that running without a phone or watch is quite liberating! You just sort of, run. At any pace you like and it's the perfect pace because it's the one you choose. It's not one you force out because you're not going as fast as you thought you were or as fast as you wanted to, you just run. I have a feeling I'm probably farting along at a pretty slow pace, but it gives me the energy and ability to focus hard on my posture, core strength and stride. I can tell I manage my right leg much better and keep from whipping it out in the trail leg motion which I have a feeling should do wonders for me hip. And instead of putting on the pressure on my hammy's, I'm able ...

And now I just want to eat away my emotions. And also drink them away. Is this an annual thing? Last year at this time I was post breakup with David and drank a couple of whiskeys a night. Now, it’s December again and here I am trying to come to grips with my Dad and am still aching for those whiskeys. I guess the good part is I haven’t drank whiskey in practically a month? I can’t freaking remember the last time I had one to tell you the truth. And they are SO GOOD! Okay fine, I’ll just drink red wine. We go through bottles of it here like a family of four boys goes through gallons of milk. A LOT. I’m going to find myself something to watch on the boob tube. I guess. I don’t much feel like reading. Fuck, I don’t feel like doing anything. Is it terrible that I just want to sit and stare into space? I hate social media. It’s made me a freak.  My computer says that the battery isn’t charging when I have it plugged in. I need to get this shit looked at. Perhaps this weekend I’ll ...

Reference: Fuck Jerry

This past weekend I went up to Metropolitan Market to pick up some ingredients and splurge on a 10 inch cast iron casserole dish that appears in 80% of Julia Child’s recipes. It was an awesome morning, Adam had brewed a pot of coffee and I drooled over recipes before settling on a chicken, mushroom cream entrée of some kind. I have been spending a fair amount of time reading the Joy of Cooking and when I realized that this pan was called for in so many dishes I thought, okay, I’ll do it. I’ll do it! And it was a good excuse to go in one of the most beautiful grocery stores I have ever laid eyes on. It’s closer to our home than Safeway and it makes me wish I hated money so I could go there any time that I needed something. They have this section you can see from the street that’s full of kitchen accessories, so I knew that this amazing French dish had to be sold in there. Oh, and it was. For $180. Total bummer. I stood there holding on to my Adam-brewed coffee, dawning my ...

As I walked out of the gym today and across the lobby on my way up the stairs back to my desk, I passed by a woman I have seen around the office many times, but today it sucked.  There she was coming down the stairs at a fairly slow pace, wrapped in her floor length parka and holding on to a cane. She has never had a cane before and didn't typically walk this tenderly. Enter thought process "Aw, bummer deal, she must have had an injury." Right-o my good, Watson and/or thank you Captain Obvious. As the glass door opened between us I was readying myself to offer my sympathies and perhaps inquire as to what happened - she looked like she needed a friend. What I was greeted with was nothing short of a scowl and look of disapproval. What she saw was a skinny, fresh from the gym, high on life, in-shape girl.  What she didn't see was the injured, pained sad person who is struggling to even get to the gym, let alone put on a pair of running shoes, because when she ...

Ice Cream Edition When life gets you down, the way I see it, you have two roads to choose from. You either face it head on or sit down on the curb and cry for some ice cream. The problem I have found myself in is that I convince myself into facing it head-on because that’s the noble thing (and sometimes only option), when really all I want is to sit on the curb and have some ice cream. But, what happens is you get sad sitting on the curb with your ice cream when you don’t have anyone to sit with. So, instead of feeling sorry for yourself on two accounts, you chin up and carry on with it. Which truly works fine for the time being - I quite like it! But then a few months pass by and those feelings you ran through, quite literally, come creeping back when you’re supposed to have moved on. And now you really don’t have anyone to connect with on the matter, because the rest of the people in your life not only assume you’re past it, but they’ll wonder what’s wrong with you when they fin...

Okay. Okay. I can do this. I always have heaps in my head I want to write about and now I have a full month dedicated to writing 500 words a day. November is  National Novel Writing Month , and doubles as a non-profit dedicated to inspiring novelists in today's world and giving some direction to help people achieve their goals in 31 days. I'm not here to write a novel, but am using this to hold me accountable because I say, "Ohhh, how I wish I wrote as much as I used to" so many times, that I'm getting tired of hearing it. So, onward! But, I want to make this beneficial! And productive. It's hard to draw the line because I used to do an exercise as part of The Artists Way called 3 pages, where you sit in the morning, first thing, even before brushing your teeth and you write a non-stop, uninhibited stream of consciousness. There is no stopping or editing your text as you go and it's quite liberating. So, I naturally go to that form but I realize this is ...

If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future. If you are at peace, you are living in the present.

But 100% spot on. This production does an incredible job of encapsulating a phenomena that is all too common in today's world. You may think otherwise, but I have seen it happen and have been a part of it and know that it is very much real. There are more thoughts to be explored here, but I'm going to give myself a break and settle for at least getting this video up and posted. More eloquent conclusions and discussions to come. But for now, watch this video. And even if this doesn't apply to you, understand, KNOW that this is happening and have the courage to help a friend or a stranger who may be experiencing it by being the first one to be open, to be kind, to be caring. To go that extra step that is unexpected, to open those arms and your home with no expectations and do it again, and again. It will take time and it may not be you that breaks through that barrier, but you either started the process, opened that window, or at least were one more step getting them closer...

Our beast of a boy heads off to romp and roll, bring home all the dirt he can, and barf up wood chips later, twice a week. It's a good time for all of us involved. The owners have a blog where they post pictures at days end of all the action and it's always the highlight of my Wednesday and Friday mornings. I mean, come on! Look at that tard! And getting to see him graduate from pen to pen as he  becomes increasingly large over the last few months has been awesome . I always grab the top choices and send them to Adam because for the longest time I had assumed he was also diligently checking the blog, but alas, I was on another planet. Anyway, I popped this one off to him the other day and his response had me rolling. As most of his responses to the majority of things I send him do. But these are just too good!  Things Falcor could be saying in this picture: Come here often? Come on, don't you want to play? Look how much fun it is. Too bad they put the l...

I gave up on photography. I can remember the moments that I started to say things like "What's the point? I'm no good. No one looks at these anyway; I don't even like what I'm taking." There was a point where I think I was pretty much disgusted about everything I said or did in life. That was a pretty low point. I can remember taking pictures for the sake of just taking pictures! Because it's fun! And that's it! Just plain old fun! You don't take photos for someone else - like most things, you do it for you! Because you want to and it brings you joy. Photography is an art form and there is no right or wrong. Whatever it is you see in a moment is GOOD. Because it spoke to you, it meant something to you. There is beauty in all things. We only must change our looking glass to see it. It's funny how that works. A person could buy themselves an amazing piece of equipment, go out into the world, point it at all the right things, and be a photogra...

“Carpe. Hear it? Carpe. Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.” – John Keating,  Dead Poets Society "And if these pictures have anything important to say to future generations, it's this: I was here. I existed. I was young, I was happy, and someone cared enough about me in this world to take my picture." “Oh, sir. I saw it! Some angry member of the kitchen staff, Did you not tip them? Oh, the terrorists! They ran that way. It was a run-by fruiting. I’ll get them, sir. Don’t worry.” – Daniel Hillard/ Mrs. Doubtfire,  Mrs. Doubtfire