I'll never cease to be amazed by the things we do for our children. We miss events, spend sleepless nights, go without, watch obnoxious children's television (have the Wiggles died their TV death yet?), and in one recent case of my own... caught vomit in my bare hands. Fortunately, that is not the topic of this blog. For the love of my children, I went camping. There is something that seems simple about camping and somehow epitomizes the family vacation. I worried for weeks about all that could go wrong out in nature. I fixated on the amount of dirt that would be involved. I played through my mind the scenarios that could cause a trip to the ER. I envisioned meeting a bear or mountain lion on the trail. And, perhaps worst of all, I imagined the discomfort in which I would sleep. I was right about two things for certain: lots of dirt and very little sleep. I don't know if there is any single vacation plan the involves as much work as camping does, and it's the one thi
I try to keep life simple: love like you mean it, laugh like you are enjoying it, and stand up for what you believe in. My hope is that here you'll find laughter, passion, and a few random topics that you just might be glad you stumbled on.