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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.

Speeding Hurts

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- August 26, 2006

Via DevilDucky, a public service announcement for the Danish Road Safety Council directed by Fredrik Callinggaard. Check it out

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This is why most calenders don't have guys on them

- July 30, 2009

The post you probably shouldn't even read

- August 07, 2012

A couple of weeks ago I was going to write a post venting away at some shit that has been bothering me, but decided not to. I didn't want to hurt anybodies feelings that might stray across this corner of the interwebs. I guess that I have had just about enough crap build up in my life that I just don't care any more and decided what the hell, I need to get some crap off my chest. So fair warning here, the pity party is about to commence. Those of you who have been reading this blog for any length of time know about my son Skyler. I love him to death but lately he has been getting on my very last nerve. We have been trying a form of Zoloft for him for a couple of months now in hopes that might help break him out of this funky mood he has been in. On top of the Cerebral Palsy and Sensory issues, he seems to be hell bent on doing self stimulating activities with his computer and DVDs that get him wound up and over the top excited. ...

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...