California is renowned for its Indian Summers. As the season wanes, warm weather persists â€“ perfect for an afternoon out on the lake with friends and family.
The Welker family spent many summers in Lake Gregory, a small town in the San Bernardino Mountains. Brothers occupied their time finding various ways to torture their sister, Winnie, and/or create other manners of mischief. (For Harry Potter fans, I have always envisioned older brothers Bill and Ray as the muggle version of Fred and George Weasely.)
Little Johnny Welker was the youngest of the bunch. Continue reading
I spent this morningâ€™s commute trying to explain to my sons the concept of death. Continue reading
My email address hasnâ€™t changed in seven years (and that was only because I got married and changed my name). During that same time period, there were three physical residences.
Itâ€™s hard to keep track of peopleâ€™s addresses these days. Maybe because snail mail has become a relic to the point where our (now 4.5-year-old) Search and Destroy think the â€œmailmanâ€ drives the UPS truck. (Tangent: Happy Holidays. Love, Amazon) Continue reading
I was just finishing up a project after spending the wee hours of the morning driving down to Gramma and Papaâ€™s house. I signed off, â€œWithout further adoâ€¦â€
â€œDonâ€™t you mean adieu?â€ inquired Gramma J.
Did I? Ah, mother. â€œWhen you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.â€ (Apparently from Shakespeareâ€™s â€œMuch Adieu About Nothing.â€) Perhaps this called for a song to appropriately end a conversation of such foolish or unnecessary talk. â€œSo long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu. Ado, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yoooâ€¦â€
Search and Destroy received fishing rods for their birthday. So this past weekend, we headed to a local pond where a friend had assured us fish were practically leaping out of the water to eat bait.
â€œThat was the thing about nature: make one lousy rule to describe it and it’ll contradict you even if it has to transmogrify and metamorphosize and bust its ass to do it.â€
â€“ The River Why, David James Duncan Continue reading
PapaStavo turned 70 over the weekend.
In 1944, $1 was the equivalent of $12.43 today. Europe was in the throws of World War II. But in a small abode precariously situated in the province of Verona, Italy, a boy was born.
So I packed up the boys and headed south for the celebratory shindig. Continue reading
Today I realized this little blogging endeavor of mine has been going on over four years. My sonsâ€™ lives have quite literally been blogged since birth. In no way has my story ever arced the way I expected â€“ I guess thatâ€™s partially what keeps me writing.
Thank you for being part of my journey, and for reading the highlights behind the headaches and hilarity that Search and Destroy bestow upon their ever expanding world.
In honor of Stream of the Consciousâ€™ fourth blogiversary, I give you a few of the more memorable comments Iâ€™ve actually heard myself saying. Continue reading
I write a monthly column over atÂ AlliOSNews. Itâ€™s a techie site â€“ extolling all the goodies and gunpowder on the Apple OS. (SHINY TOY!) Iâ€™m TechMom. And these are my stories on how technology is really used. This is what you must deal with, as I am a Silicon Valley nerd by day.
Iâ€™m well aware itâ€™s Thursday. TechMom Tuesday is typically published the first Tuesday of every month, and this month I’m allÂ nostalgic about the future. (Oxymoron on purpose unless you’ve got a flux capacitor.) I reserve the right to rant more or less as the technical goings-on, wellâ€¦go on. Continue reading
Note from Jon:
To those of you that I work with or are friends with and are hearing about this for the first time, I want you to know itâ€™s not because you werenâ€™t important enough to find out or even that it was a big secret. I didnâ€™t tell a lot of people because of the gut reaction people have when they hear the word “cancer.” Having done all the research and knowing that it would all work out fine, I chose to handle this privately rather than unnecessarily place the burden of worrying on people. Iâ€™m sorry if I may have hurt feelings.Â This was the choice I made because to me the whole thing was just a bump in the road and not anywhere close to the gravity of the issues that other people deal with, even within my workplace.Â For those of you that knew and offered help and support, we thank you.Â
Cancer. The word strikes fear into the hearts of many. But itâ€™s so broad, diverse. And thanks to medical research and innovation, the C word is much more likely to be a chronic (treatable) disease as opposed to a death sentence. Continue reading
Eighteen years ago I was a sophomore in high school. (It just occurred to me that I have been out of high school longer than it took me to get through it.)
Today my cousin Mitch turned 18. Continue reading