Tuesday, February 07, 2017
Friday, November 11, 2016
The bride grew up in northern California and her group of buddies from high school was like a rainbow of races and religions, a Hindu, a Muslim, a ginger, with the same in sexual orientations. From grade school, her best friend was a Hispanic. The idea of KKK or discrimination was a something that was done in the past or someplace else.
Myself, I grew up in rural Arizona and was the only Asian in my graduating class and did have my share of bullying. An example, we had a substitute teacher one day and he was a Vietnam vet and looking back, I think I game him flashbacks because he would stare at me and tell me stories about his buddies being tortured by gooks (I hadn't seen Full Metal Jacket yet so I had no idea what he was talking about other than this adult hated me for some reason).
I came from a society that was foreign to what my wife grew up in and when I came to California after joining the military, I realized that I liked how people were treated much better than the crap I grew up with.
Now with this election cycle, I have grew up with both types of people who are alien to each other, many of those from my childhood couldn't have imagined that a black man or a woman would ever be president. My wife's crowd, it was just expected to happen one day.
Between the two, they can't understand why the other makes the choice they do. Myself, I lean more her way but I can see the other way. Right now at this moment, our government isn't a smooth running machine, there is constant bickering, obstructionists for no good reason other than that they are the other party.
As your lowest of lowly new employees, my very humble words of advice are this. While I didn't vote for you, I hope you can be the fox in the hen house and clean up some of the lack of efficiency that we currently have. Both houses are on your side now, don't screw up and if you want to keep the other side the peace, dont take away freedoms that were dearly needed. Secretly, I think you come to the table with your own agenda that has nothing to do with the platform you ran and if you had used it, it might have had a broader appeal instead of the party line you sort of followed. You're a loud bombastic guy, I'm hoping that whatever big dream that you are chasing is for the good and you don't keep it hidden for long.
You have the power now, wield it wisely and step back when it's emotion guiding your actions and wait until the statesman mantle is back in place.
Also, please don't fire me, I like keeping a roof over my wife and daughter's head.
Wednesday, March 09, 2016
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
If you have visited the blog before, you know we are utter nerds. River is a badass in both the Firefly and Doctor Who universe and we want our daughter will grow in a land of endless possibilities without limits. The human race is at the cusp of something greater in the next hundred years, we have to be ready for change to come and move forward and embrace it. Not turn away, I want to install that sense of wonder into her operating system. She’s the future of my little corner of the world.
I want to give it all to her on a platter, teach her to love life, be kind to others and never stop asking why.
Oh, and we have a baby registry on Amazon.
Juniper's Baby Registry
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
The longer version is the 4 months prior to my retirement, we were living in housing and searching for the proper house, good location, good price per square foot and something that we would both enjoy. That search took a while and we finally set our eyes on a house that was about to go into default and paid 50 thousand less than the prior owner. It did need some work but it held out the water, the location was great and it had a nice fenced back yard which the dogs have enjoyed greatly.
There was a 3 month wait while the house closed and during that time, we made good use out of the Tardis camper and the A-frame that I picked up at an auction a year earlier for $450, word of advice, neither are suited for long term camping during a rainy winter in the northwest, they did keep us dry (mostly) but with the extreme humidity and warm bodies occupying them, they did get moldy and musty. Now both need extensive remodels with much of the wood in the A-frame replaced. The Tardis was actually okay because I had already replaced everything but the Tacoma it lives on has a blown head gasket.
I applied for the job at the local naval hospital in August and didn’t hear back till mid-October which caused a bit of stress because I had also applied for other jobs all over and had no idea where we were going to end up. So, I settled on the familiar and didn’t go after an exciting career starting something new. At the hospital, I took over many of the duties that have always caused the department problems, retiring of medical records, supply and being a continual presence in records.
Ten months into my retirement, the bride is working at the local library and says it’s the best job she’s ever had. I have finally got a handle of everything at work, doing supply properly is no joke, it would be much easier if they had an Amazon time of system and supply clerks didn’t have to fight for every dollar spent but I think I’ve finally reached a nice balance. My mom sold her restaurant and finally retired and in that process, she bought me and the bride an Alaskan cruise and right now, during which time I wrote this post and am now getting around to posting.
Yes, I’m slacking on my writing, inspiration is hard to come by when life is treating you alright. Life is amazingly good, have a house we love, still married to the girl of my dreams and all of the bills are getting paid, you can’t ask for much more.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Friday, September 06, 2013
The bride has been talking about wanting to go to Glacier National Park for years and now that we live in Washington, it's just a hop, skip and a jump. Taking a week of leave, checking out the sights and taking a bunch of pictures. Also get a chance to test out the Tardis camper, hopefully Neal (my Toyota Tacoma with 274 thousand miles) can handle the trip and we don't get eaten by bears getting ready for winter.
I'm also testing out my EC tech bluetooth keyboard that I picked up off Amazon for 13 bucks with the Kindle Fire HD 8.9 with Evernote. Blogging light. Too bad I can't use this to upload my pictures from my camera but I do like the Photoshop touch, which does work on the Kindle. You upload the pictures up to Adobe and from there you can edit them on the Kindle.
Enough with geek speak, I'm still here and alive. Have a year of left of this canoe club and then need to find out what I'm going to do when I grow up.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Sunday, June 02, 2013
Monday, January 07, 2013
Sarah was younger, other than her shoe collection, she was a minimalist. She was a stubborn, smart, pig headed, fun and had great dreams, she would focus on a goal and it was hers. She made life look easy. She saved up her money, lived in a shack and took huge elaborate trips to far distant lands with a pack on her back but she always came back to Prescott to roost. Me, I ran away like I was being chased by wild dogs and then spent the next 2 decades coming back for sips from that well. I became a Gypsy, joined a band of roaming sailors who pulled into home port on rare occasions and somehow in the middle of that wildness I had got married and had a kid. Sarah being Sarah and never one to beat around a bush, called me a breeder (with great distain) and that I was making a foolish mistake, alright, I admit, she did call that one sort of right.
Years go by, me traveling the world and wearing out my soles while she stayed in Prescott and gathered a community around her.
She did finally settle down and had two beautiful children that she could call her own and somehow became a super momma involved in all sort of outlandish mommy activities. Most of the mom’s I see are military wives or military members and she out momma’ed most of them. For those of you who do not know Sarah, it’s hard to explain the gaggle of momma friends she had around. These girls were her life and she was theirs in ways that I can’t pretend to understand.
If my sister and I have one thing in common, we can pull people together when we put a mind to it. By this time, I had gathered my own community of nerds and oddballs that was connected by electrons and ether and scattered across vast gulfs.
The point I’m getting to is that even though I’m torn up and weepy right now and even though I’m her brother. It’s been two decades since I’ve made a real impact on Sarah’s life and even then, I don’t’ think I shifted it an inch out of the path she made, over the last few years, she’s formed this commune of friends that have been her strength and armor, she was a part of Prescott, not meaning that she lived in it or that she was a Prescott girl. She was as much of the town as Whiskey Row. I’ve only touched her life briefly, a dab here and a dab there, dumb little things like setting up her blog and attempting to pull her out of the dark ages because even though she had a huge brain, she was still at heart, a total Luddite and thought of technology as a passing fad that the rest of us would get over.
We were always off on our own private holy mission that seemed so important at that moment. If there is anything in life that I regret, I regret that we did not have a proper brother/sister relationship, I regret rushing off those moments when I could have taken more time to take in her amazing life that she had built like a castle around herself and I regret not being there for you when you needed me. This armor of hers, it’s just not hers, it’s the people she’s drawn to herself and right now, it’s torn asunder and I’m sorry, I’m just a dumb boy and don’t have a clue on how to mend it.
My heart aches, I love you sis and miss you terribly.
Her blog is called Drink Water and Breathe
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Yesterday, my 17 year old niece, who attends Lancaster High School, was beaten by a football player, named Kyle, on school grounds, for being gay. After receiving over a dozen blows to her jaw, eye and head, all he received was a 5 day suspension by the Lancaster School District. She suffered from a fractured jaw and multiple concussions to the head and the Deputy Sheriff advised her mother to re-think her wanting to file charges against the football player because her daughter pushed him back. The school ended up documenting "assault" charges on my nieces file, NOT the football players! To make things worse, the Deputy Sheriff on site warned my niece, by saying,"Just so you know, if you file charges against him, I'm taking his side." Oh, and the icing on the cake was when the football player came up to my niece after school and said, "Sorry, but you had it coming!" We're attempting to raise awareness and bring this story to light because Lancaster High School is trying to sweep this "Hate Crime" under the rug! Like if you care and please forward to everyone you know