Monday, October 20, 2014

Life Without A Mom

I've been feeling an immense amount of sadness recently, and it's mostly due to the unfairness that I feel my daughter, Melody, is experiencing as the child of a single parent.  Divorce is hard enough on kids, but at least, in most cases, they are still able to have a relationship with both parents.  Because my wife, Teresa, Melody's mom, passed away unexpectedly in April 2004, only five months after Melody was born, she has never known what it feels like to have a mother.  And that's a shame.

I'm a firm believer in a two-parent family.  There is so much importance and value to having both a male and a female role model in a child's life.  While I can be a father to my daughter, I can never, no matter what I do or say, be a mother to her.  It's physically impossible, and I can't even pretend to provide the same emotional support that only a mother can provide.  And it bothers me so much that my daughter will never have that kind of relationship.  I am very fortunate, however, to have several women in her life:  both of her grandmothers are able to love her and give her advice and support, and her aunt is present in her life on an almost daily basis.  That's really great, and takes some of the pressure off of me, but it's still not the same as having a mom.

When Teresa and I were married, we talked about one day being parents.  We thought it would be ideal to have two kids, a boy and a girl, if it was possible for us to pick and decide.  Even though we were married a little later than some of our peers (I was 30), we still knew we wanted to experience married life for several years before bringing children into our lives.  So we waited.  We traveled a lot, including one of my favorite trips of my life, our big cross-country loop around the country.  We took two big trips to San Francisco, a city that we both loved a lot, and which included a combined trip down the West Coast, Seattle to San Francisco, and then SF to Los Angeles.  We toured New England, and took a several trips to Florida.  We took a cruise (while Teresa was expecting!) to the Bahamas.  And we took several trips to Las Vegas.

In early 2003, we decided the time was right.  For Valentine's Day, we went away for a very romantic trip to Ocean City, only two days before a major blizzard hit the Mid-Atlantic region and dumped over a foot of snow on us.  Not too long after this, we found out we were expecting.  Success right out of the gate!  We had a lot of fun surprising her parents, then my parents.  In fact, we reminded my father that he had promised us a trip to Hawaii if we gave him a grandchild.  He was excited to be a grandfather, but not enough to want us to experience an authentic luau.  Teresa's pregnancy was normal and without incident.  She was sick all the time during the first trimester.  We attempted the aforementioned trip to San Francisco and down the coast to LA, but she was really sick the whole time.  The second trimester was less problematic, and we were able to go on a mid-Summer cruise.  Teresa taught 9th-grade English and public speaking at Reservoir High School, in Fulton, MD, and she returned to teaching that Fall.  The baby was due in November, so she knew she would have to stop teaching at that time, likely for the rest of the school year.

About two weeks before the due date, Teresa told each of her students one quality each had that she hoped her child would have.  It had such an impact on the students, and they really felt like they were a part of our family.  Teresa had a check up with the doctor several days before the due date, a Thursday, and the doctor said that she thought the baby would come over the weekend.  If not, we should plan to have her be induced on Monday, and we made the appointment.  On Friday morning, Teresa woke me up just ahead of my alarm and said she thought this was it.  I planned to go into work for a few hours, wrap things up (so I could be off from work for the next two weeks), and then return home and see how Teresa felt.  Everything was still status quo, and we spent the next couple of days waiting....and waiting...

That Monday in November was the big day.  We arrived at Howard County General Hospital at 9 a.m. and we prepared to hunker down for the day.  My parents were there, and her parents were there.  We decided to share with them the names we had picked out.  We still didn't know whether we were going to have a son or a daughter, so we picked a boys and a girls name.  We really thought we were having a boy.  I don't know why.  So we spent a great deal of time working on a boys name.  The girls name came easy, but it was an afterthought since we didn't think we needed it.  Early that afternoon, we thought Teresa was going into labor.  It was a false alarm, but we had the only scary moment of the day when Teresa's blood pressure rose into the danger level, and the doctor sent everyone except for me out of the delivery room.  It frightened me, and Teresa ended up napping for a few hours after the scare, completely drained.  The whole family, including my brother and sister, who joined us at the hospital, decided to go out to get a bite to eat, and I stayed with Teresa, promising to call them if anything changed.  Sure enough, Teresa went into labor in the early evening, and everyone rushed back to the hospital.  Only our moms were invited into the delivery room with Teresa and me, and, let me tell you, the birthing process is the most intense thing I've ever experienced.  I don't know how my wonderful wife got through it!  I was exhausted!  At one point, I came very close to getting sick.  It was Monday Night Football, and my Pittsburgh Steelers were playing the San Francisco 49ers.  The Steelers were getting killed, as my father kept sending me scoring updates.  At around 10 p.m., Melody Grace was born, much to our surprise.  We were so convinced we were having a boy that Melody was a grand surprise.  Teresa was fine.  The baby was perfect.  I was wiped out.

We had a wonderful five months a parenthood as a couple, though Teresa had severe fatigue throughout.  Friends who had kids told her that it was completely natural to be exhausted following giving birth, and Teresa, despite feeling awful, and my encouragement, decided against going to the doctor to get checked out.  This continued until that fateful evening in April 2004, while we were on a walk with Melody and Faithful Pup Scout, at Reservoir High School, Teresa collapsed, dead before she hit the ground.  She had a massive heart attack.  Cause of death was determined to be an enlarged heart due to mitral valve prolapse with regurgitation.  It was unclear whether the pregnancy had created the strain on her heart, or even whether her doctor would've diagnosed the problem, but that was it.  Our lives were changed in dramatic fashion forever.

I want to note that Teresa and I, as Christ-followers, have/had a deep personal relationship with God.  We placed Christ at the center of our marriage, and we prayed to Him daily.  I know that Teresa now rests in Heaven, and the only reason I haven't completely broken down, then or now, is due to my faith.  I've had my moments, and continue to struggle, but I know God is still in charge.  That said, though, it doesn't change the fact that I no longer have my wife as my partner, and Melody doesn't have a mom in her life.  And that makes me sad.

So, full circle.  Today was one of those days.  Melody had a bad morning.  She's suffering from intense allergies and felt crummy, and she didn't want to get up for school.  My sister struggled to get her up and going, and they were almost late for school.  My sister was frustrated.  Melody was upset and unhappy.  And, since I had to work, there was nothing I could do.  It was just a lousy Monday.  And while I know there's no way to know what our lives would be like if Teresa had lived, how could it have not been better?  All we can do is trust that God is with us.

Hoping for a better day tomorrow.  Have a great evening, everyone.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Things I'm Thinking About

Things I'm thinking about...

  • I feel badly about missing my cousin's "re-wedding" this weekend. Jeff is my oldest first cousin, and though he is not a tall man, he is someone I've always looked up to.  He has always put God first in his life, even if it meant sacrificing a career in other fields.  I always thought he and his wife had the perfect marriage, however they had some problems that resulted in divorce.  After almost ten years apart, they realized that they were better together, and so this weekend was their "re-wedding".  Unfortunately, my immediate family had already planned our annual trip to Williamsburg for Busch Gardens Hall-O-Scream, which we've been doing for much of the past 20 years, and the trip was scheduled before we knew about them tying the knot.  So we missed out on seeing them and much of the extended family.  However, we celebrate with them, and ask for God's blessings on them and their marriage.
  • I came across a picture this afternoon of an old flame.  She and I became very close despite the long-distance relationship, and we talked very seriously about marriage.  In fact, she told me, after our first "date", which was really a full weekend together, that she was in love with me.  She had never felt that way about someone before.  Because it was a long-distance relationship (she lived in Oklahoma City, and worked at my organization's offices there), we were only able to see each other when I had business trips to OKC, or when she or I was able to spend some vacation time at one or the other's location.  The thing that hurt us was the distance, but we also had other problems.  While both of us placed God first in the relationship, since we were both marriage minded, we tried to do the right things by entering into couples counseling, probably earlier than we were ready.  The counselor, a Christian, right away discounted my previous marriage as trivial and incorrectly assumed that, since we had been so much younger when we married, we were too immature to have made any correct decisions.  He said my upcoming "new" marriage would be much more important.  It left a very bad taste in my mouth, because I knew he was wrong to discount my first marriage, especially since I was 30 when we got married, and I wasn't some kid.  Anyway, it's all water under the bridge now, but it's sad that much of the problem that we had stemmed from this counselor not allowing me to be "me", and he likely led us down the wrong path.  I still have a lot of anger about the whole thing, especially given how ugly the breakup ended up being.  I really need to just let it go.  In hindsight, though, this was likely God's way of telling me it was not the relationship he wanted for either one of us.  She has since gotten married and continues to live in OKC.  I'm very happy to be here.
  • Today turned into a weird one, with my daughter and I getting up late (after being up so late last night) and realizing we had no food in the house.  We made a run to the McDonald's drive-thru up the street while still in our PJs!  The rest of the day was spent trying to get ourselves ready for the work- and school-week.  I didn't even watch any football.  Late this afternoon, we had to run out to Damascus to get Faithful Pup Scout, who had spent the week with my in-laws at their place.  Scout was very pleased to see us.  She's so set in her ways that she would rather spend the day sitting in our kitchen by herself while we're at school and work, than spend a day lounging on the couch with either my parents or my in-laws at their places.  I guess that's why we call her "Faithful".  She's certainly faithful to her little family.
  • I feel like I just got home, and now, here I am, getting ready for another work-week.  With all of the running, from the trip to OKC last Tuesday, returning home on Friday morning, driving to Williamsburg Friday afternoon, running around Busch Gardens on Friday evening and much of Saturday, then driving all the way home Saturday evening, I'm fairly exhausted.  I could use one more day of rest.  But there's a lot to do at the office, especially after being out of the office all of last week.  So, with that, I'm off to bed.
Have a great evening and a wonderful week, everyone.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

My Week In Review

Week in review:

  • I woke up early on Tuesday morning for a business trip to Oklahoma City.  If you've read this blog for any amount of time, you may have picked up on how much I hate going to OKC, though I have to go at least three times a year.
  • Upon arriving in OKC, I crashed at my hotel.  On a whim, I posted on Facebook that I was in Oklahoma City on business, prompting my anti-government cousin to question why the government sent me to OKC.  He assumed it to be a boondoggle, which is what he expects all government-related business trips to be, since that's the only type of government-related business trip that seems to get reported in the news.  Within minutes, my dear mother decided to jump into the fray and posted how proud she was of me and my accomplishments as a public servant, which then brought on more questions from my cousin regarding the reason for my trip, and about how "corrupt" the present administration is and how much money he has to pay in taxes, and included his assumption that my trip was indeed a boondoggle costing taxpayers some outrageous sum.  Frustrated at what resulted from my little post about being in OKC, I deleted the whole thing. Thus began the latest family controversy that had my father, an aunt, several cousins, and a few of my friends who didn't even know my cousins, aunt, or even my father, arguing on FB about politics, economics, and United States history.  I found myself completely stressed out and I decided to go to sleep at 8:30 p.m., Central Time.
  • I spent all day Wednesday in a very intense high-level organizational meeting with 16 colleagues.  This was not a boondoggle.
  • After a nice meal at the Residence Inn (which didn't cost taxpayers a single cent), a colleague and I walked to the McDonald's across the street to get an ice cream cone.  Upon being told that the ice cream machine was out of order, we walked back across the street to get our rental car (and Toyonissonda economy car that barely had enough room for the two of us to fit into the front seats without bumping shoulders, and which needed a push just to get up to speed when pulling into traffic, AND is about the cheapest possible rental car available), which we drove about a mile down the road to the next McDs, where we found out that THEIR ice cream machine was out of order.  We drove across the street to the local Wal-Mart to check at the McDs inside the store, where, surprise!, the ice cream machine was out of order.  We decided to get frozen Popsicles, instead, and went back to crash at the hotel.  I was in bed by 9.
  • Thursday was spent in another all-day very intense high-level organizational meeting with my colleagues.  Again, not a boondoggle.
  • Friday morning was an early flight out of OKC, which got me to BWI at 12:30 p.m., and I quickly went home, changed clothes, repacked, then headed south to join my family in Williamsburg, VA, for our annual non-government-related vacation at Busch Gardens and Hall-O-Scream!  I decided that, instead of taking Route 5 south to US 301 through southern Maryland, and crossing the Potomac River into Virginia there, I instead assumed that I-95 through northern Virginia would be quicker.  I was wrong.  Very wrong.  What would normally have been a 3-hour drive became significantly longer due to terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad traffic, which was stop-and-go from the Washington Beltway all the way south to Fredericksburg.  I had hoped to join my family at Busch Gardens at 4 p.m., but instead I arrived at 6:30 p.m.  The entire day was pretty much a boondoggle, but it had nothing to do with the federal government.
  • It was all worth it upon finally being reunited with my wonderful 10-year old daughter, who greeted me with a hug and kiss.  I love my girl, and my awesome family.  God is good.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Driving in a Fog

We had a wing-dinger of a ride home tonight as the fog took over and made driving almost impossible.  We left my in-laws at around 8, and the fog was thicker than cream of mushroom soup.  A 30-minute drive home ended up taking us a full hour.  I am amazed at how many bad drivers there are when the weather is bad.  I had a guy riding my bumper for several miles down Route 650 between Damascus and Sandy Spring, trying to push me to go faster than the 30 mph I was going.  With barely any visibility, I was tempted to just pull over and let him wreck himself.

The ride home, which was a bit white-knuckled at times, reminded me of other bad drives I've had over the years.  One drive in particular, back in the early 90s, was a hair-raising trip to visit my girlfriend, who was a student at West Virginia University.  It was late December, about a week before Christmas, and I was going to Morgantown to surprise her.  I planned to drive to Uniontown, where I could stay overnight with my Aunt, then I was going to drive to Morgantown the next morning.  On the drive up, I stopped briefly in La Vale, in Western Maryland, to grab a snack.  It was really cold.  By the time I had gotten my stuff and walked back to my car, the locks had frozen!  I kept jiggling the key and it finally turned, and I considered myself lucky.  However, the drive was about to get really bad.  Frostburg, the next town west, and significantly higher in elevation, has a reputation for bad weather, and I wasn't disappointed.  Just a few miles along I-68, it started to snow, and pretty soon it was a blizzard.  I was driving my 1987 Oldsmobile 442, which was horrible in bad weather.  I was starting to panic, but I stayed with it and finally reached my exit, at US 40 in Keysers Ridge.  The snow was really coming down.  I would then be on a 2-lane road for most of the last 30 miles of my trip.  There were times when I couldn't see the road at all.  My car was all over the road, but fortunately, there were no other cars.  I finally made it to Uniontown after some very scary moments.  When I reached my Aunt's house, she told me she was surprised that I had made it.  The news had reported that they had to close US 40!  No wonder I didn't see any other cars!

It was late and I decided to get some sleep.  I called my girlfriend the next morning, and got her answering machine.  I didn't want to just drive to her place, about 30 minutes away, until I reached her by phone (this was before cell phones, by the way), and I tried to call her several more times without success.  I finally gave up, and decided to drive home.  Upon arriving home, I tried calling her again.  She finally answered and told me she had gone home for the weekend, so she wasn't even in Morgantown!  The trip, other than to visit with my Aunt, was a complete waste, and I had endangered myself for nothing.  The relationship didn't last, obviously.  It was tough to blame her, but she hadn't bothered to tell me she was coming home, and the only reason I didn't call her first was because I had planned to surprise her.  I guess it was my fault.

Oh, well.  Tonight's weather wasn't nearly that bad, but it sure put me in mind of that terrible trip.  I hope you're home safely tonight.  Have a great evening!

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Fun On The Farm

Too often I find myself looking ahead too far into the future and I miss out on the here and now.  Today I consciously avoided doing that, and I was rewarded with a fun day with my daughter, Melody.  We started the day slowly.  We were both up before nine, which is actually kind of early for us on the weekend.  We found ourselves relaxing for a little while, which was nice.  I watched a little bit of TV, caught up on the news, took care of a little housekeeping.... Then, after we figured out that today's football games were not going to be enjoyable for us (as Steelers fans), we went out to enjoy the Fall day.

Our first stop was at Montpelier Farms in Upper Marlboro, MD.  This is a really great farm with all of the standard Fall Festival type of activities, namely a corn maze, hayride, pumpkin patch, produce barn, and so much more.  Admission is $10 for adults ($8 for children), but it includes almost everything.

We went to the corn maze first.  It's spread out over seven acres, and it had a spirit of America theme.  We took our time going through it, and I believe we spent about a half hour total inside.  We didn't want to rush through it, but savor it, if that makes any sense.  This one had a bunch of hills, too, which provides a pretty good workout.  After working our way through to the end, we went for a ride on the hayride.  The tractor took us around the perimeter of the cornfield, and right through the middle of the farm.  It gave us a nice overview of all of the activities they have at the farm.  It was really crowded!

After finishing the hayride, we went to the barn to get some seasonal stuff, including a jar of spicy salsa, candy corn, apple cider, and a few other little things.  We wanted to get a bag of apple cider donuts, and some pumpkin bread, but both were almost ten bucks!  That's really my only complaint about this place.  The prices are a little bit high.  Even the salsa was almost $6.

We headed outside with our stuff and immediately we were hit with the aroma of grilled corn still in the cob.  It smelled so great!  Since it was getting close to dinner, we decided to head out.  We drove up the road to Mom & Dad's.  We hadn't seen them in about two weeks, so it was great to see them.

We talked a bit about the upcoming week, which is going to be a bit challenging for us.  We're planning our big annual trip to Williamsburg, VA, for Hall-O-Scream at Busch Gardens, which will include much of our family.  In addition, I have to go to Oklahoma City again for a business trip.  I hate these trips, since it takes me away from my daughter, but I have to go several times each year, and this is the time.

We said good night, and Melody and I went home.  It was a fun day, and a nice way to end the weekend (even if my weekend continues for one more day due to Columbus Day).  I'm so thankful for these opportunities to spend time with my daughter.

Have a great evening, everyone!

Saturday, October 11, 2014

The Bengies Drive-in

Melody and I love going to the Bengies Drive-in.  I got to experience drive-ins when I was a kid, before they all disappeared in the early 80s, but I thought they were pretty cool.  I was too young and "innocent" to know that the drive-in was a make-out place for teens (something I learned from watching Happy Days later), so, to me, the drive-in was always a place to catch a movie with the whole family (we would wear our PJs and set up our "beds" in the back of our station wagon).

The movies were sharper than this out-of-focus pic...

The Bengies is the only active drive-in left in the state of Maryland, and is located in Middle River, on the "other side" of Baltimore.  It's a bit of a hike, but it's worth going just for the drive-in experience.  I didn't even know it existed, but once I found it, I started taking Melody when she was six years old, and we've been enjoying it ever since.

Last night, we practically had the entire theater to ourselves.  The weather wasn't very good, with on-and-off rain and chilly temperatures, plus there was this playoff baseball game going on just down the road with the Orioles.  When the first movie of the night's "Trippple Feature" began, there were a grand total of seven cars in the place.  I selfishly loved having the place practically to ourselves, but I also understand the economics of trying to run a business like this one, and the poor showing meant that the theater would struggle just to make its payroll.  I felt like it was important for us to patronize the snack bar as often as we could, and so we did.  In fact, we overdid it just a bit, but it was for altruistic reasons.

Melody always gets a foot-long hot dog, and tonight, she was particularly hungry and wanted two.  I got a burger and a barbecue sandwich.  The burgers are pretty typical, but always good.  The barbecue, which I hadn't tried before, was really good pulled pork and the sauce was just sweet enough.  After the first movie, FRANKENWEENIE, which is actually a movie that came out last year, but is very entertaining (and very appropriate for Halloween season), we made another trip to the snack bar.  Melody got popcorn, and I got a slice of pizza, another item I had never tried before.  While not as good as I was hoping, it had a nice taste, appropriately cheesy, and the sauce was good.  The crust was very crisp.  Melody's popcorn was a little too salty, but that's what you'd expect.

After the second movie, ALEXANDER AND THE TERRIBLE HORRIBLE NO GOOD VERY BAD DAY, which was the typical pre-teen Disney-fied gross-out movie, but very much aimed at families (my daughter loved it), we got some chocolate chip cookies.  They come 2 to a pack, and they're almost always warm, which makes them perfect since they seem to just melt in your mouth.  The sodas are generic brands, but actually pretty good.  They used to serve Coke products until the prices went up too high, and these generic sodas have cane sugar, and that's so much better than high-fructose corn syrup (though, as a type 2 diabetic, I only drink the diet).  They used to have chocolate milk, which went great with the cookies, but I haven't seen it in a long time.

It started to rain fairly steadily as the third movie started, the wonderfully entertaining GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY, which we saw earlier in the Summer, so we decided to leave about an hour into it.  It was another wonderful evening, and I'm so thankful for this great old theater.  The Bengies has a lot of rules, but they are not unreasonable and are designed to provide the best experience for everyone.  I hope they continue to be successful and thrive.  I know, at some point, my daughter will be too old to want to go to the drive-in with her dad, and I'll likely be unable to go anymore (unless I get remarried), so I'm glad we are able to enjoy this while we can.

Have a great evening, everyone!

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Fall in the Smokies

Even though we just went out of town last weekend for a quick overnighter, the wanderlust has hit me big time!  All it takes is some nice Fall weather and time.  I wish we had more of both.  Time is the big thing.  While I certainly have plenty of leave, I still want to have enough to take off during the week between Christmas and New Years, so I need to save a little bit.

I was thinking about a trip my wife and I took back in September 2001.  It was only a few weeks after 9/11, and Teresa and I had been planning a long weekend down in the Smokies.  I recall we were in the midst of a patriotic movement throughout the country, but places like Tennessee had it in spades.  There were flags everywhere.

When we reached Sevierville, we saw a log model home, which started my love affair with log homes.  I talked Teresa into stopping and walking through it, and I thought it was the coolest home I had ever seen.  I told Teresa that we would have one, someday.  After checking it out, we stopped at a tourist information center ("trap"), where we were talked into going to a timeshare presentation the following day, and in return we'd get free Dollywood tickets.

We worked our way over the Pigeon Forge, where our hotel was located.  It was really nice.  It was a chain, but we had a "deluxe" room with a gas fireplace, which would be perfect for the Fall weather.  We went to Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede, where we were selected to participate in a part of the show.  I hadn't been feeling well for most of the day (traveler's diarrhea... ugh!), and I barely survived the relay race we were a part of.  I remember having to go straight to the restroom after the race, and I missed most of the rest of the show.

The following day, we went to the timeshare development for the presentation we signed up for, and we were assigned to a tour guide.  He proceeded to take us over to one of the models to see it.  As we walked, the man proceeded to make small talk, asking us where we were from, what we were doing in Tennessee, and weather we had any kids.  The conversation turned to the 9/11 tragedy, and he then told us that we wouldn't have to worry about that kind of thing there in Tennessee.  He said that there were no "Afghans, Pakistanis, or Iranians around here!"  We were totally blown away that he would say such a thing.  We do, in fact have many friends of those Nationalities, as the church we attended at the time had representatives from 83 other countries.  The man could sense he must have said something wrong.  We were no longer the friendly couple he saw a few minutes earlier.  We walked through the model home he showed us, we wandered around the grounds a little more, then went back to the sales office.  He presented the "offer" they try to get potential customers to consider, and we told him we had no interest.  Teresa had been completely silent since his derogatory comment.  Finally, he said thanks for going on the tour, then we were handed off to the "manager", who gave us an even better offer.  We had no intention of buying, even before the man's comments, and we told the manager why we were angry.  The manager acted sympathetic, gave us a line about the other man being new, and then he apologized.  We were given our Dollywood tickets, and we left.  We spent the rest of the day at Dollywood, which was really nice, and certainly made up for the poor experience at the timeshare place.

The next day, we took a drive into the Great Smoky Mountain National Park, where we saw lots of wildlife and enjoyed ourselves immensely.  The weather continued to be just beautiful.  The park was very crowded, and we actually got stuck in a bit of a traffic jam, but that was the only negative.  We had a wonderful dinner at the Applewood Farmhouse restaurant to finish the trip.  The following day, we drove all the way home.

Every time the weather gets cool, and the smell of Fall reaches my nose, I really want to go back to that area.  It is so beautiful there, and aside from a few bigots, it is a wonderful place.

Have a great evening, everyone!

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

A Message From Mom

Shortly after our daughter, Melody, was born, Teresa, my wife, wrote the following in Melody's Baby book.  It took on greater significance when Teresa left this world on April 19, 2004.  I'm so happy that Teresa was able to be a mom, even if it was only for five months.  She loved her little Melody so much.

Dear Melody Grace,

I hope you will choose to be a Christian early in life.  In this one wish, I cover all things a parent wants for her child.  I want you to be happy.  As a Christian, even if you have sad times, you will always have access to joy.  I want you to have an easy life -- As a Christian, even if you have trouble (when you have trouble), you can have great peace.  I want you to make wonderful choices, of a loving husband and fulfilling career -- as a Christian you will be gifted with great wisdom to make those choices!  May you always feel God's love for you, as well as the love of your father and me.


Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Take All The Time You Need

No rule book.  No time frame.  No judgement.  Grief is as individual as a fingerprint.  Do what is right for your soul. 
(Thanks to One Fit Widow via Facebook)

Photo: No rule book.  No time frame.  No judgement.  Grief is as individual as a fingerprint. Do what is right for your soul. <3

Monday, October 6, 2014

It's Still God's World

I don't have much to say tonite.  Our world is such a scary place.  Everyone is selfish.  Humanity seems to think they know best.  God is no longer being given the respect he deserves, and the people don't seem to care.  The Bible used to be the authority, but, now, those who believe in it are ridiculed.  The USA is no longer a God-fearing nation, it seems.  Anything goes.  No one is allowed to have an opinion anymore, since, if it doesn't follow the popular way of thinking, we're ridiculed, or ostracized, or labeled as intolerant.  All for believing in the Word of God.

The Bible hasn't changed.  The message is still the same.  Too many are saying it's outdated and no longer relevant.  That's wrong.  God's Word is still very relevant.  It can't be changed to fit your opinion.  It doesn't work that way.  If you're not following God's Word, you're not following God.

Lord, save us!  We know not what we do.  Society and popular opinion would rather You were no longer relevant.  They don't know You as those who follow You know You.  What can we do about that?  I don't know.  There are times when I think I do know, but I don't speak up.  I know better.

Lord, I'm not going to ask you to take control.  You never lost control.  You're still in the driver's seat.  It may look bleak at times, but I look to You and pray that You will do all within your power to remind us that you're still there and in charge.

Thank you, Lord!


Sunday, October 5, 2014

Corn Mazes and Pumpkin Cannons

Melody and I headed out for another weekend getaway.  It promised to be filled with great weather aside from a possibility of rain on Friday night and Saturday morning.  That's exactly how it played out, too, but we still made the best of it.

We left on Friday afternoon and drove up to Gettysburg, PA.  It started to rain as we moved further north, and was pretty steady when we arrived at our hotel, the Quality Inn General Lee's Headquarters.  What a great place this turned out to be!  It appears to be a fairly old (50s?) motel-style hotel that has been renovated very nicely with all new furniture and modern accommodations.  It was clean and the staff was as nice as they could be.  It's very unfortunate that the the building will be closed at the end of December and eventually razed, along with the very cool restaurant next door, the Appalachian Brewing Company, which we touched on in yesterday's post.  The land that both are sitting on will be returned to the Gettysburg Battlefield.

The rain cleared out on Saturday, and we made our way up to Smithfield Farm just north of Gettysburg to go through their corn maze.  We had fun, and Melody was content to let me lead the way.  I'm the type of person that no one else really wants to go with through a corn maze, because, wants we enter, I'm already figuring out how to get back out.  With map in hand, and my inner compass, I'm actually able to find my way out very quickly.  Unfortunately, the idea is to find stations throughout the maze for answers to trivia questions and to get etchings.  We only found a couple of them because I was trying to get us to the exit.  I guess that kind of defeats the purpose.  Oh, well.  We picked up a pumpkin and a few other goodies, including apple cider donuts!

After returning to Gettysburg  for lunch at our favorite Italian restaurant, Momma Ventura's, we stopped at a couple of bookstores before heading south towards Thurmont.  Our next stop was Cunningham Falls State Park, adjacent to Catoctin Mountain Park.  We hiked the lower trail to the falls, which was about a mile round trip.  The falls are nice, just like I remembered when I was last there about a dozen years ago, except no one seemed to want to read the signs requesting guests to stay on the trail.  There were people everywhere, climbing on rocks and through the water.  Melody and I follow the rules, and it's hard to teach her the right thing to do when there are so many who don't.  It was a nice, hike, nevertheless, and it was a nice workout for us.

Our next stop was at Lawyer's Farm just outside of Thurmont.  What a great place!  First of all, they have pumpkin "cannons" that looked like military ordnance.  You can fire a pumpkin at a series of targets that look like Transformers a couple of hundred feet away.  We got tickets to fire at them.  Before that, though, we tackled the corn maze.  This maze was significantly larger than the earlier corn maze, and the map we were given actually had the locations of 24 different stations where we were to get punch marks on our map.  The maze was actually five different sections, each of varying length, and it was our goal to do all of them.  It wasn't as much of a challenge as it sounds, but it is very large, and covers quite a great distance.  We added it up, and, combined with the earlier maze plus the hike to Cunningham Falls, we hiked a good 10 miles, which was a great workout for us.  Anyway, it took us well over an hour to accomplish the goal, and it was dusk, and rather chilly, when we took our turns on the pumpkin cannon.  We each scored one out of two hits.

After we finished, we headed back to Thurmont for a late dinner.  Sadly, our favorite restaurant, the Cozy, is closed.  We decided to go to its long-time competition, the Mountain Gate Family Restaurant.  The Mountain Gate is similar in that it serves a large buffet with good country-cooked food.  But, as much as I want to like it, it's not the Cozy.  The Cozy's food was so much better.  I was disappointed at the limited selection of entrees on the buffet table.  There were plenty of sides, but not much besides fried chicken and sliced beef.  They had a couple of sugar-free pies, which I was happy about.

We left at around 8:30 and began the long ride home.  It was a great couple of days and we felt like we really took advantage of the beautiful Fall weather.  Melody proved again what a great traveling companion she is, and we enjoyed all of the things we were able to do.

Have a great evening, everyone!

Friday, October 3, 2014

Oktoberfest in Gettysburg

Melody and I decided a quick getaway was necessary now that the Fall has hit us right in the face. This is my favorite time of year, and we are in search of a corn maze to entertain and challenge us. So we've found ourselves in Gettysburg, PA, where we are experiencing a steady rain. We're hopeful it will drift out of here by late morning, but doesn't look good.  We're trying to think of a worthwhile Plan B.

We're staying at the really nice Quality Inn General Lee Headquarters, however I found out today they are closing their doors permanently at the end of the year. The property is being given back to the battlefield and the building will be razed.

We were told the Appalachian Brewing Company, right next door, was great, so we stopped in for their Oktoberfest menu.  I had the jaegerschnitzel and mashed potatoes, which, while excellent for most of the meal, came back to haunt me.  Melody had the Brewers Mac & Cheese, which she really enjoyed. We skipped dessert. It's a really neat little place, but it's due to get torn down, as well.

While typing this up, I literally fell asleep in mid sentence. And instead of saving it, I published it. Talk about tired! It's Saturday morning now and I'm finishing it up.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Guest Post: Howl-O-Scream at Busch Gardens

My daughter, Melody, has asked me to once again allow her to write a guest post for the ol' blog, and this afternoon, she wrote one that she wants me to publish for this evening.  Enjoy!

Hello everyone!!!!!  I am due for a guest blog, since I haven't done one in 3 months or something like that.  Tonight I am going to talk about Busch Gardens Howl-O-Scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I and the rest of the Freed family go to BG in 15 days.  My dad has to go to Oklahoma that week, so I will be at my grandparent's house and Faithful Pup Scout will be at my other grandparent's house.  

I am going to BG with my grandparents, my uncle, his fiancee, her two daughters, my aunt, and my dad, so that, counting me, makes nine of us.  I am so excited!  I made a calender for how many days until we go, and it's at like 15 or something.  For the link to the Busch Gardens blog, click HERE.  It talks about the Terror-tories as they like to call them, and  things inside the park.  

I'm ESPECIALLY excited for the roller coasters and the jump scares that they have after 6 o'clock.  They say kids under 9 or something are strongly advised NOT to be in the park after that time, because it gets REALLYcreepy.  Last year, my family convinced me to go into the haunted houses. That was a scary experience!!  They had about 6 haunted houses, I believe, including "Cut Throat Cove", which is pirate-themed, "13 Your Number's Up", which is 13 rooms with the most feared fears!  And it also includes one called Deadline, which is like an abandoned construction zone, if I remember correctly.  I am pretty sure I'll do all of them again this year, although the scariness level continues to rise as I get older.  I guess that's okay though, because the older I get, the less scary it'll be.  Well, actually, that isn't entirely true, because a few years ago, when we were at the park, it was past 6 o'clock and my family decided to split up and meet for dinner in about an hour.  We met for dinner, with screams of people and dressed-up workers surrounding us.  My uncle, his fiance, and her two daughters, 16 and 14, met us at the dining area, and they said they had to avoid people running around with chainsaws chasing people.  One was really scared by it, so when we were done with dinner, we went to where the chainsaw people were, which is over near the roller coaster Griffon, and her sister and her mother went over and got a picture with one of the chainsaw men.  I didn't go over, which is because I get scared easily.  But I think I'll be scared by these people for the rest of the years we go. Busch Gardens does SUCH a good job with Howl-O-Scream, which is why I get so excited around the end of the year!!

Have a great evening everyone!! (Beat you to it, Daddy!) 

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Bucs Lose, Fans Lose

Tonight's game between the San Francisco Giants and Pittsburgh Pirates won't go down in history as the Bucs worst playoff loss ever, but it's still a very bad one for the fans.  Unless there's a miracle in the next half inning, the Pirates season will be over, much earlier than Pirates fans wanted.  Expectations were high, as was the excitement, and this hurts.  It will hurt even more in the morning.  I stated earlier on Twitter that I wasn't sure I could handle two heartbreaking losses in the past four days, but that's exactly what's happened after the Steelers horrible loss on Sunday, and the Pirates tonight.  This is the price one pays for being a sports fan.  Only one team gets to win.

So, thank you, Pirates, for giving me and your fans a wonderful season.  Two straight winning seasons resulting in playoff appearances is a pretty big deal, and is reminiscent of the Pirates teams in 1990 thru 1992, the last time the Pirates had winning playoff seasons.  I'm hopeful the off-season won't be too hard on the fans, knowing that the Pirates ownership won't increase their payroll much, if at all, because they are...well, cheap.  They just don't have the deep pockets necessary and required to be owners of a major sports team in America.  So the team will likely look a bit different next season.  And that's just sad.  Pirates fans deserve better.  I think I'm mourning the changes coming to this team more than the loss they just experienced.  It's going to be a long off-season.

Good night, everyone!

Tuesday, September 30, 2014


I have a lot of things on my mind that I want to share on the ol' blog, but I'm completely out of gas tonight.  A couple of late days at work, along with heavy thoughts, are creating a burden that is causing me to be extraordinarily exhausted this evening, and I'm going to grab some early shut-eye and hopefully get some extra ZZZ's.  I hope you all understand.

Looking ahead to tomorrow, the Pittsburgh Pirates have returned to the playoffs for the second straight season, and it is very easy to get caught up in the excitement.  They will be playing in the wildcard round of the National League playoffs against the San Francisco Giants, and the game will be played in Pittsburgh.  One of my favorite sports writers, Dejan Kovajevic, wrote a great article exemplifying this excitement, and is himself a big fan of the Pittsburgh sports teams.  I'm including a link to his site HERE.  It's worth the read.

You can look forward to seeing a passionate city and boisterous fans that will be supporting the hometown Pirates tomorrow night.  This is "Buctober", October baseball at its finest.  I'm excited!

Have a great evening, everyone!  Let's go, Bucs!