I am a very lucky man – I’ve got an amazing wife and am the father to three wonderful kids. Lylli was born on Halloween in 2008, Gracie was born November 2010 and although she only lived for 17 months, she will remain as much a part of this family as the rest of us, and Mickey Gray, our first son, was born in June of 2012. I’m not going to say that life has gone exactly as I would have wanted, but it is a good life and I am determined to make the best of it.

This blog is an attempt to document my quest to become a dad that my family can be proud of.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Random Ramblings

Another one of those posts with a few random thoughts: 
  • Forgot my computer at home today, had to turn around and get it – nice start to the day
  • Got into the office and the computer I went back to get wouldn’t turn on – tech guy got on the phone with IBM – couldn’t figure it out, they need to ship it back – made for a pretty non-productive morning.
  • Max has a four chamber heart!!  There are still some risks in his recovery, but all evidence points to walking away from Boston with a fixed heart.  One thing I’ve learned from these last few months is to absolutely not  accept when doctors give you bad news – Max’s mom’s search for an answer and a second/third/fourth opinion saved his life.  Can you imagine one day being told that your child’s heart is not able to be fixed – so your only option is to do a risky temporary fix to buy time to search for an answer and then a few difficult months later, walk out of the hospital with a healthy an almost certain future?  What an awesome day!!  Nikki (and my wife Carrie for that matter in our Gracie’s case) is just as much of a hero as the surgeon that performed the work.  Proof that you don’t have to take “No” for an answer and the power of positive energy.  They knew Max was going to make it and, guess what, he is… Positive breeds positive.  I pray that someday soon we can say the same for our Gracie.  
  • I really need to fix the broken knob in the shower – Carrie didn’t like my vice grips fix idea   -- and that awkward blind searching with one hand while trying to keep the shampoo out of my eyes to turn the knob 1/8th of an inch because the water suddenly is too cold to be comfortable is getting old.
  • Milo is coming back home.  He has wore out his welcome at my mom’s  place – We are at a loss – not sure what to do with him.  He is such a sweet dog and on March 3rd will be 9 years old.  Mastiffs don’t live much longer than that.  I was pretty sure that we could make it work at my mom’s place, but the stubborn old mutt gets separation anxiety and goes into their basement and marks.  I don’t get it – he’s completely trained.  Just nervous and as he gets old, it’s getting worse.  I’m upset because I know he loves it at my mom’s and loves living with his sister – but what can we do?  Not sure how we’ll manage in our little house with three dogs, Hurricane Lylli, and all of the extra equipment that comes with having Gracie home.  That little living room is going to be crowded.  Main goal before he arrives is to work with my dad to create a Milo proof gate for the “dog room” in the basement.  If any of you have seen some of my earlier posts, this is going to be no small feat.  Oh well, he is our dog –I guess I’m going to have to make a point of doing something every day to make him completely exhausted – because a sleeping mastiff, can’t get into trouble.  If Big Meat was a cat, this will be his ninth and final life – If something happens where Milo is aggressive in the least, I’m afraid that it will be time to take that fatal trip to the vet for the third time in the past year.
  • The one time in my past that I kind of considered myself a runner (OK a 9 minute pace in a 10 mile race is not considered a runner in most circles, but to me, it’s my good ‘ol days)  – Bottom line is, once I could run a little ways, I sort of enjoyed it and I really shed the lbs – not to mention could eat and drink pretty much what I wanted because I ran 5 miles a day 5 days a week – and no I’m not talking about the days when I ran at the back of the pack with my nemesis, as Chimo calls him (the 70 year old guy with the goofy gate that I was neck and neck with in several 5k races in one of my more recent attempts at running).  This year I have vowed to shed 50 lbs – I’m hoping that I can push past the sore joints  as a result of playing college football and carrying around all of this weight – not to mention the inevitable shin splints to allow me to try to become a “runner” again.  I was thinking that I would try to do the Twin Cities 10 mile in the fall since the one I did in 2009 was more of a walk with my eye issues, etc – it truly was one of the most humiliating days of my life – That said, my good friend Dave was over for dinner last week (thank you Dave and Sharon for the wonderful meal).   He proposed that we run the Twin Cities – of course I thought he was talking the 10 mile – so said, absolutely – I figured what a great way to further motivate me to lose weight and to keep running – the idea of running the 10 mile with one of my best friends and hopefully redeem myself.  Of course, I forgot the fact that he married into the family of the crazy marine that runs the TC marathon in full gear, carrying the American and Marine flag, with an 80 lb pack on his back (love you Steve if you’re reading this – but you have to admit, to us mere humans – that’s just crazy!).  Dave was talking about the full marathon!!! – I know I’ve talked about it (ok I’ll admit blabbed without following through) in the past,  but really if I’m ever going to achieve it in my lifetime. I think now’s the time – Considering, the mailbox would probably require two water breaks, a snack, and a bathroom break today, I would have my work cut out for me – I know that we’ve got some very scary times this year and it may be just what I need to work through the fear and stress instead of turning to rum and fast food for comfort.  Man would I love to say that I ran a marathon (even though I really do hate running).  More to follow on that…

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