Get out the Marshmallows

While Southern California burns Kate and I prepare for her parents to visit, finals in two weeks, a trip to Sequoia N.P and then Bryce Canyon N.P. to visit my parents.


We can see the flames from our home but we are a good 20 minutes from any action. Till next time!

cling to the good, beat up the bad.

Ever had anxiety? Ever been stressed? Every had your body do weird things cause life got crazy or real intense? Failure. It is probably the most intimidating aspect of life. Well, mine at least. I have succeeded in most of what I've done. If I didn't succeed in something I usually brushed it off as I didn't really care and I can say that is probably true.

I feel as if someone is grabbing my chest cavity and squeezing it. From the chest and the back. Not now, earlier this week. Now I'm fine. I had tests, like a zillion, this week.(school tests.) They are done and can say I did well...I think...I haven't gotten the results but I passed. That's not good enough though. I just need to relax.

The past two days I've talked to four of my favorite people. Unknowingly they reminded me of up and coming events. Good times with them at fun places. What a joy it is to know this is a season. Less than one year and I will have completed all the classroom work for my program...and my life!!! Maybe.

I cling to the good memories and hope for the making of new ones as those bad ones like this week will eventually bring a smile in years to come.

Wrapping up Summer...

Minus one or two here are the T.A.'s that had the opportunity to teach the first year P.T.'s and O.T. classes.

I got a surprise visit from Joel and his dad last week. They were heading out of L.A. on a medical missions trip to somewhere...um...i don't remember where. I donated a couple pairs of my scrubs and shoes and then bid fair well. I had to redirect Joel, as I often have to do. Here I asked him to test my reflexes and, confused, he went for my nose hairs.

A little more love to our back yard -- some furniture and a newly painted table that was left by the last family that lived here.
Soon to be covered with a tablecloth, filled with lots of food, surrounded by friends, a fire in the fire-pit and s'mores waiting to be devoured.
Yesterday, Joel returned from his mission trip. we drove down to meet up with him and few other of his friends... always a good time at the beach.

coming next.... pictures of our custom build "Corn Hole" set, complete with homemade beanbags.

off the top of my head...

Summer is almost over cause school starts Monday. I can't wait. Mainly cause it's one day closer to leaving southern california. It's not as bad as it sounds but Washington is as good as it sounds plus some. Moving to Washington and staying there was never in my long term plans. It has me and I long for that state.

I ran today, jumped on my giant trampoline, did lunges in my backyard, ate skittles in the anatomy lab with cadavers on either side of me, golfed 14 holes, waved to my neighbor, cussed in my head at someone who made me mad and it took me awhile to get passed it, read a chapter in a book about God and more stuff.

I think i'm a business man. I have lots of skills to fall back on and will utilize alongside P.T. Not that i'm good that them I just enjoy them and think there is someone out there to pay me for doing them. I sold our washer/dryer to the lady we rented our old home from. She said she didn't need them but I told her why she did and she bought them. I've decided to ask for ten percent off of whatever I buy. It actually works at most places. I figure it will be worth it to me if it is ten percent cheaper. Home Depot, sears, sporting goods stores...I just ask for the manager and tell them why they should give me ten percent off.

I think i'm more content than ever. I used to have only a little peer pressure. In junior high, you know? I still never did any of that stuff. Now I do what's ever best for Katie and I. I am content hanging out with her always and don't find much value in doing anything else around here. I used to be dissappointed when I wasn't invited somewhere but I could care less now. It makes sense to me...kind of.

I want to go to Montana like I did a few years ago and stop the car and run in a huge field toward a river. The grass is knee high. I'm the only one around except the sound of cars passing by at 80 mph a half mile away.