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Alas Named Academic All-District
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Almost 10 years ago, Misty and I made the decision to pack up and move to Nicholasville with a 2-year-old and new born twins. The decision was not easy and we were wondering if we would ever be able to make the move. But it finally came to be and in March of 2005 we moved. Left our friends and church in Richmond to move closer to some family to help with the kids. Twins can a hand full so you look for all of the help you can get.
I wish I could say the move was easy. I wish I could say we never regretted moving. But that wouldn’t be the truth. The first couple of years was very hard. We didn’t know anyone. Wasn’t involved in anything. I worked in Lexington and Misty didn’t work for a while after moving. We had some friends at church but it still wasn’t home. In fact once I took a job back in Richmond, we looked at moving back. In fact, we were happy to think about moving back. We even went house shopping. But we were kind of locked in to our house we just bought and then the housing crash took any value of moving away from us.
It was disappointing. It was hard. But we stuck it out. Finally when Colby hit first grade something happened. Something changed.
Colby started scouts. We started making new friends. We changed churches. We made friends. We changed churches again. We made more friends. Misty started working for the schools after working at Southland Christian. We made even more friends. Nicholasville was starting to finally feel like home. It finally started to feel right.
But things happen when you make friends. You get to know them. And as you get to know them, you start considering them family. And the more people you know, the greater possibility of tragedy happens.
We saw that this morning. A former scout leader from our pack and husband of a coworker of Misty, was involved in a car wreck this morning. He didn’t make it.
Burke leaves behind a wife and three kids. Kids who I have went camping with and been involved in other scouting activities with. The youngest son is the same age as our twins so our scout dens did stuff together.
When you see your wife or your husband or your kids again. Give them a big hug. Tell them you love them. Always tell them.
It’s been hard. It’s not been an easy day. Misty has told me the same thing. Everyone at her work has been in a daze all day. You just don’t know what to think. You think that stuff like this only happens to other people. You never know how long you have on this earth. You never know what tomorrow will hold.
I have had to experience this way too often this year. The death of a 13-year-old daughter of a good friend of mine. My dad’s first cousin. And now a friend of ours from Nicholasville. Our home.
Growing up, most of my Saturday’s consisted of a couple of things. Usually going to work for my parents and on the trip to work at at work, you can be sure that the radio was tuned to American Top 40 with Casey Kasem. That show was a staple in my family. The family business sold records and tapes, you younger folks will need to look those terms up, so we needed to know what songs were where on the list. Was there a new song that we needed to order that week? How much moving of the records we had did we need to move around. A lot of that information came from Billboard magazine, but we always listened to Casey.
Of course as a kid the show also helped in other ways. Mixtapes. Again, the younger audience will need to look that up. I was like every other kid my age. Every so often I would get a new blank cassette tape, pop it in my boom box and be ready to press record. Music plays a big role in the life of teenagers.
But the biggest memory I have of Casey Kasem is really an extension of America Top 40. It was the Top 100 songs of the year. Every year around New Year’s Eve, Casey would be playing the top 100 songs of the year. And just like every other New Year’s Eve, we normally would be in Cincinnati to ring in the new year. As we were driving from house to house to visit family in the area, we would have the radio tuned to Casey to hear the Top 100 songs. Who was number 1? Where did my favorite song of the year land?
Music has a way of doing that. Bringing back memories. From mix tapes to event in our lives. One thing I have been asked at church is to put together a worship tweet. Basically take a song we sing at church and tweet what makes it special to me. We will take the tweets and … well we haven’t got that far wit it yet. More on that later.
For me it was easy. Down to the River and Pray was my choice. Even though to the best of my knowledge we have only done it once at church, it was the song that started our baptism service the Sunday Gabe accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior and was baptized. You can read more about that story here.
I can’t hear that song now without thinking of that morning. I have added it to my current walking playlist. You young folks who are to lazy to look up mixtapes, think of a mixtape as a mp3 player with your playlist on it but an older format. Anyway, that was the song I used. Like I said, I can’t hear that song without thinking of that morning. Music just has that affect on people. You hear a song and instantly you remember something associated with that song.
Maybe that is why Casey always had a long distance dedication in his shows. A listener would want to dedicate a song to someone special, so they would mail Casey the name of the song and the person they wanted to dedicate a song to. Casey would then read the letter on the show and then play the song.
What, you don’t know what mail is? Gee, how young are you? Anyway, that would be where you write something on paper, stick in an envelope, lick a stamp and stick it on the envelope and drop it in a mailbox. Again that last part was for you younger folks who only know email and/or Facebook.
Anyway, just how powerful was music and the American Top 40? If you listened to it, comment below on how Casey would end his show. I will bet you anything that if you listened to it, you know.
RIP Casey. You are among those stars now.
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
My job requires me to interact through email or phone with customers all over the country and in certain instances, the world. We get customer feedback through surveys that they fill out after we close a ticket out. Sometimes, the surveys are good and sometimes, well, not so much. It can be hard at times to not let those bad ones get to you. When I first started I really let those get to me. It’s hard to not get so upset when those come in.
We are pretty busy right now and sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming. I am about to finish up a Bible plan on Youversion based on Perry Noble’s book Overwhelmed. He mentions several things to help with dealing with criticism. I have them listed below. I am going to get the book pretty soon and read it. So anyway, I thought I would share them with you.
So, now I just have to remember them and put them in practice.
Sometimes you just have to back up and punt.
Just about a year ago, Colby crossed over into Boy Scouts. After some troop visits, we selected a troop in Wilmore. A troop very active in the community and in the church they were registered with. The one issue was that only one of his den mates went with him. But only for a short time as he soon transferred to another troop, the same troop where the rest of his den ended up at. Colby of course rolled with the punches and has done very good at the troop. But it just wasn’t the same. I felt it and I think down deep he did to. No den mates. No core four. Four of the boys in his den have been together in scouts since first grade up to that point and we’ve called them the core four as they were the core members of the den. Now Colby made new friends real quick and got along with the boys just fine.
After some discussions, we decided that it was in the best interest of Colby and soon the twins to transfer over to the other troop. The core four back together. The den back together. In fact, the den leader who is now an assistant scoutmaster with the troop looked at me and said “Yes! My den is back together.” There is just something special with this group of boys. They have become best of friends. They’ve had each other over for parties. Now with them being in middle school, they all go to school together. Before the core four were in three different schools.
There is nothing wrong with the troop he first joined. In fact they just were awarded a statewide award for “Volunteer of the Year”, presented by the Kentucky Main Street Program in Frankfort. But it probably just wasn’t the best choice for him. And I have to take some blame in that. I may have swayed him a bit. But like a good father, I saw the mistake and we worked together to correct it. We had a couple of discussions about it. One good and one probably not so good. But we talked it through. I told him what I thought and I asked him what he thought. I presented him some ideas and thoughts and he let me know what he liked and didn’t like about the idea. In the end, it was his decision. It really was this time.
Anyway, he has some work to do. His den mates are a couple of ranks ahead of him, but he will catch up in no time.
The turkey has been consumed and the shopping has started. Yes you may start listening to Christmas music now. With the Christmas season here, our minds start looking spending time with family and friends, opening gifts and experiencing the annual family traditions. Christmas time when I was growing up meant spending a lot of time in the store. My parents owned a electronic retail business and Black Friday meant as much then as it does now to businesses. You just didn’t have the mad rush when the doors opened and people fighting over gifts. But I do remember the year then the Atari 2600 was crazy popular and us getting a shipment of refurbished models in. We were expecting them in at any time and people were asking us all the time when.
But when the shopping season was over on Christmas Eve, I knew what that meant also. It was time to go to my grandparents’ house for gift exchange and spending time with dad’s family. You could always count on a couple of things. One was my grandfather getting some kind of nut cracker and maybe even some walnuts to go with it and two, him opening every gift ever so gently with a pocket knife. He would just cut the tape holding the gift wrap together. For small kids, that would just drive us crazy. All of us yelling, papaw, just rip it open. I think he did that just to drive us all crazy.
Now as a husband and a parent, we have our own traditions that we have started. Every year at some point during the Christmas season means a trip to Southern Lights at the Kentucky Horse Park. Every year we drive through the lights and see what’s been added and to see if anything has been removed. They make changes every now and then. One section of lights is an old bank building with the name of a bank that used to be in Lexington. Once the bank was sold, they took out the name for a while. At least I think they did. But I think they have since put it back.
The boys love going. They love seeing the lights and listening to the Christmas music they play over the radio. Once we are done with the lights, then we go inside and see all of the crafts they have setup along with the model trains. The local model train group sets up every year in one building or another and the boys love watching them. But the highlight of the night has to be Santa Clause and funnel cake. The night is not over until we accomplish those two items. The wait for Santa there is nothing like the mall by the way. The funnel cake is the last item on our list. Once the cake has been inhaled, and I do mean inhaled, it’s time to leave.
It’s these things that make Christmas special. Not what you get for whomever or what they got for you. The boys always remember going to see the lights. I don’t know if I could remember half the gifts I ever got for Christmas growing up. But I can remember what my grandfather got. Why? Because it was the time together as a family.
We have somewhat started a new tradition for Thanksgiving. A couple of years ago, we decided to go to Cumberland Falls for dinner instead of having my mom fix a big meal. I know for my boys, this is the thing to do. Last year we added a hike but I think this year the weather will keep us from that. The boys love going to the lodge and hanging out waiting to go eat.
So, what is your favorite Christmas tradition? Leave me a comment and let me know.
Just wanted to take a minute and wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. Just had to share what is probably one if not the most funniest clips from television.
Over the last couple of months I’ve been working with some friends from high school in planning our 25th reunion. Hard to believe it’s been that long. It was a lot of work in planning but in the end it was worth it. I got to see a lot of friends that I haven’t seen in years, some even since graduation. Yea I get to see what they’ve been up to through Facebook. But there is still as lot that you don’t get to see and know until you get to sit down with them and really talk to them.
One thing I got to experience was getting to know friends that I barely knew while in high school. You always see different cliques when in school. You see this group and that group and they don’t really mix. It was good to get to know people that I didn’t really know in school. I realized that I missed out on getting to know good friends before now.
It wasn’t easy planning the reunion. Well I ever do it again? I doubt it but I never going to rule it out. I’ll for sure help someone that wants to plan the next one.