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Some days it's not worth chewing through the leather straps

I am seemingly a collection of differences; a mountain man living on the plains, a small town boy living in the city, and a simple soul working in a high-tech environment. I love being outside, but work inside, quick to cry at a Kodak commercial, but with a military background. But most of all, I am the father of a wonderful boy with Cerebral Palsy.

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- April 06, 2007

Someday, when I have hit the big time and have a prestegious job, I will remember all you little people out there.

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Photo Challenge, Day 8. The final day.

- February 25, 2017

Barbara over at the always awesome Bad Tempered Zombie has challenged us to post a photo a day that hints at having a story to tell. This is the last pairing of dogs we have had over the years. And is our current set of pooches. Thanks for looking in, and thanks for the challenge Barbara!

Repost: Everyone uses the word, what's your problem

- March 02, 2011

This is from 2009, but I wanted to re-post it because today is "Spread the word to end the word" day. Every time I hear somebody refer to Skyler as "retard" I die a little more inside. Our-kids is a group of over 1000 people who all are people who are in one way or another in the special needs community. Most of us are parents, but there are teachers, doctors, therapists, siblings, and some are the person with the diagnosis. It is a worldwide community, but most are from the United States. We benefit from having an international membership, because it can be quite interesting to hear about viewpoints or medical procedures that are going on in other countries. Over the years, I have had faceless names become close friends, engaged in discussions about body functions you wouldn’t mention to your doctor, and gained a valuable sounding board for advice and ideas. I have grown to care about a lot of these people, and their lives as much as some of my own friend

Goodbye old friend. Hootie: 1997-2009

- February 04, 2009

I'll never forget the day I first saw him. We were driving home from Golden and Kathy said "Why don't you go this way?" We headed down a street I had never been on and found ourselves driving by a little strip mall. Then Kathy says "Turn in here a minute." Now my spidey senses are on alert, and sure enough, we wind up parking in front of a pet store. Kathy had been out in Golden a couple of days before and had found Hootie sitting in a cage looking so lonely. When we walked in, there was a sad little puppy up high in his own cage, with a sign that had 2 different prices crossed out and the third was pretty low. He had been taken and then returned to the pet store. I knew right then that we were heading home with another dog, I had been suckered! I still wasn't quite over the loss of our Golden Retriever, but I never do seem to get over the loss of a pet. Kathy knows that I need a replacement though, and seeing as we always have dogs in pairs, our