...or do they? Apparently the answer is yes. How does a 17 year old boy wake up one morning and say to himself "today I will shoot someone". Were the victims tormentors? Were they just random boys caught up in the tragedy because of their close proximity to the shooter? What was the shooter's intent? To hurt, to maim, to kill?
I can't even begin to understand the dark place a mind goes or lives in that would cause that kind of chaos.
My prayers go out to the families, the victims, the friends, the teachers and the shooter and his family.
Why didn't someone see this coming?
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
A Thousand Marbles
An excerpt from
Charging the Human Battery
by Mac Anderson
The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday morning. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it:
I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whomever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles." I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say.
"Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. It's too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital," he continued; "Let me tell you something that has helped me keep my own priorities." And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."
"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.
Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3,900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now, stick with me, Tom, I'm getting to the important part.
It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail," he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1,000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear.
Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life.
There's nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.
Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time.
It was nice to meet you Tom. I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. This is a 75 year old man, K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!"
You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.
Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."
"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.
"Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles."
Note: The reality of the passing of Pat Seeley this week made this a very, very real excerp, one that I intend to take to heart!
Friday, February 24, 2012
End of an Era
Patricia "Pat" A. Seeley passed away two days ago following a long and courageous battle with cancer. She ran the Tack Shop. I don't care what role her late husband Ron had, Pat ran the Tack Shop. She was a woman of firm opinions, firm commitments and firmer beliefs. Sometimes we joke about people and their beliefs. "It was Pat's way or the Highway"! Well, to run a multi-million dollar business in good and down times takes a special hand. Pat had that iron hand.
I have known Pat since "Hector was a Pup" so to speak. I was dealing at the "Tack Shop" before the building was even built, or before the additions were put onto the building. We went down the stone steps into the basement of the house to pick up a halter that Ron had repaired. Ron wasn't the one who greeted me, it was Pat. Ron was off at the Cleveland Zoo where he was employed for so many years. The Tack Shop was like "Topsy"...it grew and grew and grew.
I remember one Halloween in Valley City. The kids were little, Nathan and Sarah dressed up like Star Wars characters and I dressed like a hooker/stripper/vampire/witch with long fishnet stockings. We participated in the Halloween walk through downtown Valley City and stopped by the Tack Shop. Pat was hosting candy for the Trick or Treaters, and Vodka Shots for the grownups. She did like her Vodka! We all used to joke "If you were married to Ron, you would like Vodka too"! She wasn't a drinker, but every once in awhile the vodka seemed like a good idea!
Pat never said no to a good fund raising cause. She participated in all local Horse Shows by way of donating a prize or sponsoring a class or taking out an ad. Her life revolved around the Shop, her girls and her grandchildren. She and I would have a special moment each year when Christmas came around. She looked forward to my Christmas letters, and she and I would share special thoughts with one another at Christmas. "Got your Christmas letter, I loved it" she would say.
I remember a hasty visit I made to the Shop which was just down the hill on Rt. 303 from our house and Pat and I were deep in conversation when a gentleman walked through the Shop door and said "Is there a Pat or Judy here"? My daughter Sarah, age 4 had left home to walk down Rt. 303 to the Tack Shop. (I had gone to the shop and left her home with her father and brother.) The gentleman had stopped his car on the road and picked Sarah up on Rt. 303 thereby avoiding a potentially nasty and fatal accident. "Where are you going little girl"? he said. "Mom left me home with Dad and I wanted to go see Pat at the Tack Shop too"!
Sarah and I have been travelling to "see Pat" ever since!
God's speed dear friend, God's speed!
From the basement of the Seeley home built in 1857 to a 14,000-square-foot retail establishment: That’s the story of one of the area’s most unique businesses, Valley Tack at 6780 Center Road, Valley City.
In 1963, the late Ron Seeley happened to meet a man who was an expert at tooling leather. Ron, who worked at the Cleveland Zoo, was great at repairing anything, according to his wife, Pat.
“Ron’s grandfather used to have horses,” Pat said, so they decided to buy a specialized sewing machine together and begin repairing equestrian equipment. That was 1963.
“One day he asked me to write to a company to see if they would send us some halters to sell because some were beyond repair,” Pat said. “I thought that he was crazy — who would come to our basement to buy a halter?”
As he went to work each day, it was up to Pat to be the customer service representative. She was also busy raising three girls in a rural area where they had to be driven everywhere.
But it worked. Soon he had to expand the basement operation — twice. Behind the house were garages and a barn. In 1972, Ron remodeled the front part of the barn and the business moved there and inventory grew. More additions to the barn, including the boot loft, and incorporating the garages would follow until a large store dedicated to everything equestrian and even some other animal care products, is what shoppers will now see.
While none of their daughters was interested in the business where they sometimes worked, their granddaughter, Tiffany Maat, was. After Ron passed away and Pat became ill, it was Tiffany who took over the management of the store that everyone finds interesting, whether they’re involved in horses or not.
Specialized rooms and hallways filled with merchandise are a feast for shoppers’ eyes. In the far rear of the building is the 4,000-square-foot saddle room — dozens upon dozens of saddles (new and used-on consignment) are available for every kind of riding. “We let the customers take the saddle home to see how it fits on their horse,” Pat said. “And we have a good saddle fitter.”
Of course you can find bridles, halters, girths and everything to fit out your horse. “We sell a lot of trail riding gear,” she added, “but still cater to every rider from 4-H kids to western, English, saddle seat and hunter-jumper.”
And if you don’t see what you want, just ask — Valley Tack will order it for you.
You won't see Pat or Ron, but you will know that they are still there!
I have known Pat since "Hector was a Pup" so to speak. I was dealing at the "Tack Shop" before the building was even built, or before the additions were put onto the building. We went down the stone steps into the basement of the house to pick up a halter that Ron had repaired. Ron wasn't the one who greeted me, it was Pat. Ron was off at the Cleveland Zoo where he was employed for so many years. The Tack Shop was like "Topsy"...it grew and grew and grew.
I remember one Halloween in Valley City. The kids were little, Nathan and Sarah dressed up like Star Wars characters and I dressed like a hooker/stripper/vampire/witch with long fishnet stockings. We participated in the Halloween walk through downtown Valley City and stopped by the Tack Shop. Pat was hosting candy for the Trick or Treaters, and Vodka Shots for the grownups. She did like her Vodka! We all used to joke "If you were married to Ron, you would like Vodka too"! She wasn't a drinker, but every once in awhile the vodka seemed like a good idea!
Pat never said no to a good fund raising cause. She participated in all local Horse Shows by way of donating a prize or sponsoring a class or taking out an ad. Her life revolved around the Shop, her girls and her grandchildren. She and I would have a special moment each year when Christmas came around. She looked forward to my Christmas letters, and she and I would share special thoughts with one another at Christmas. "Got your Christmas letter, I loved it" she would say.
I remember a hasty visit I made to the Shop which was just down the hill on Rt. 303 from our house and Pat and I were deep in conversation when a gentleman walked through the Shop door and said "Is there a Pat or Judy here"? My daughter Sarah, age 4 had left home to walk down Rt. 303 to the Tack Shop. (I had gone to the shop and left her home with her father and brother.) The gentleman had stopped his car on the road and picked Sarah up on Rt. 303 thereby avoiding a potentially nasty and fatal accident. "Where are you going little girl"? he said. "Mom left me home with Dad and I wanted to go see Pat at the Tack Shop too"!
Sarah and I have been travelling to "see Pat" ever since!
God's speed dear friend, God's speed!
From the basement of the Seeley home built in 1857 to a 14,000-square-foot retail establishment: That’s the story of one of the area’s most unique businesses, Valley Tack at 6780 Center Road, Valley City.
In 1963, the late Ron Seeley happened to meet a man who was an expert at tooling leather. Ron, who worked at the Cleveland Zoo, was great at repairing anything, according to his wife, Pat.
“Ron’s grandfather used to have horses,” Pat said, so they decided to buy a specialized sewing machine together and begin repairing equestrian equipment. That was 1963.
“One day he asked me to write to a company to see if they would send us some halters to sell because some were beyond repair,” Pat said. “I thought that he was crazy — who would come to our basement to buy a halter?”
As he went to work each day, it was up to Pat to be the customer service representative. She was also busy raising three girls in a rural area where they had to be driven everywhere.
But it worked. Soon he had to expand the basement operation — twice. Behind the house were garages and a barn. In 1972, Ron remodeled the front part of the barn and the business moved there and inventory grew. More additions to the barn, including the boot loft, and incorporating the garages would follow until a large store dedicated to everything equestrian and even some other animal care products, is what shoppers will now see.
While none of their daughters was interested in the business where they sometimes worked, their granddaughter, Tiffany Maat, was. After Ron passed away and Pat became ill, it was Tiffany who took over the management of the store that everyone finds interesting, whether they’re involved in horses or not.
Specialized rooms and hallways filled with merchandise are a feast for shoppers’ eyes. In the far rear of the building is the 4,000-square-foot saddle room — dozens upon dozens of saddles (new and used-on consignment) are available for every kind of riding. “We let the customers take the saddle home to see how it fits on their horse,” Pat said. “And we have a good saddle fitter.”
Of course you can find bridles, halters, girths and everything to fit out your horse. “We sell a lot of trail riding gear,” she added, “but still cater to every rider from 4-H kids to western, English, saddle seat and hunter-jumper.”
And if you don’t see what you want, just ask — Valley Tack will order it for you.
You won't see Pat or Ron, but you will know that they are still there!
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Day three
I feel better. I don't look better, but I feel better. There is a visible bulge in my lower left cheek. I hate not being able to eat.
Yesterday, my daughter-in-law Traci stopped to see me around 5:00. She was on her way to meet a new client and discuss their wedding plans (Traci is a wonderfully talented licensed Wedding Officiant). She was meeting them at a local restaurant here in Valley City. She usually meets clients in Coffee Houses where the atmosphere is conducive to chatting. Traci asked if I wanted her to bring me some food from the restaurant.
"Are you kidding"? said I. I have spent the last almost three months eating soft food and chewing on the right side of my mouth. I was going to take a chance on real food, not yogurt or applesauce. "Sure, bring me a child's portion of spaghetti". "Do you want salad with that"? "No, I can't chew lettuce, my teeth don't meet".
That is the problem. My teeth don't meet. They can't even date. The two lower broken molars have raised up from the jaw/gum line so nothing in my mouth lines up or touches. Try chewing food that has any "non-give" to it without touching your teeth together.
At least, when I am at rest now, relaxed or asleep, my teeth again are getting touchy feely with one another!
I ate the pasta. Cut the penne up into five pieces per penne. No meat or anything, just plain marinara. It was heavenly. The garlic bread was a no go, I didn't even attempt it. The thought of a crumb touching the sutures made my hair stand up on end. But she also brought me a cup of potato soup. At least it had texture and I could just savor the flavor and then swallow.
I know this missive is way more graphic than you may want to read, however I am taking great joy in such a little thing.
Chewing!
p.s. when you need a dentist, don't put it off. Put your big girl panties on and go!
Yesterday, my daughter-in-law Traci stopped to see me around 5:00. She was on her way to meet a new client and discuss their wedding plans (Traci is a wonderfully talented licensed Wedding Officiant). She was meeting them at a local restaurant here in Valley City. She usually meets clients in Coffee Houses where the atmosphere is conducive to chatting. Traci asked if I wanted her to bring me some food from the restaurant.
"Are you kidding"? said I. I have spent the last almost three months eating soft food and chewing on the right side of my mouth. I was going to take a chance on real food, not yogurt or applesauce. "Sure, bring me a child's portion of spaghetti". "Do you want salad with that"? "No, I can't chew lettuce, my teeth don't meet".
That is the problem. My teeth don't meet. They can't even date. The two lower broken molars have raised up from the jaw/gum line so nothing in my mouth lines up or touches. Try chewing food that has any "non-give" to it without touching your teeth together.
At least, when I am at rest now, relaxed or asleep, my teeth again are getting touchy feely with one another!
I ate the pasta. Cut the penne up into five pieces per penne. No meat or anything, just plain marinara. It was heavenly. The garlic bread was a no go, I didn't even attempt it. The thought of a crumb touching the sutures made my hair stand up on end. But she also brought me a cup of potato soup. At least it had texture and I could just savor the flavor and then swallow.
I know this missive is way more graphic than you may want to read, however I am taking great joy in such a little thing.
Chewing!
p.s. when you need a dentist, don't put it off. Put your big girl panties on and go!
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Old teeth, New Dentist!
I cannot praise this Dentist enough. He was so kind and considerate. He sat down to talk with me. He looked me in the eye, he smiled, he did not criticize or chastise me for waiting so long to get the work done.
He charged me for one bone graft, yet gave me three. He is a superstar and if you look closely...you may see a twinkle in his eye!
Dr. Gary R. Schween was born and raised in Chesterland, Ohio. He attended The Ohio State University and Case Western Reserve University, receiving his Bachelor of Science degree in 1992. He was awarded his D.D.S. from the Case Western Reserve University School of Dentistry in 1996. He was then accepted into the Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery residency at MetroHealth Medical Center in Cleveland, a nationally renowned Level 1 trauma center. He served as chief resident from 2000 to 2002. During his residency, Dr. Schween received extensive training in all aspects of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery, including trauma, orthognathic surgery, oral pathology, anesthesia, dentoalveolar surgery, and reconstructive surgery. He remained at MetroHealth Medical Center for two years as a full time attending surgeon, lecturing to residents and faculty, and supervising extensive surgical cases.
He has continued to attend continuing education seminars locally and around the country. Dr. Schween is a Diplomate of the American Board of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgeons, the highest achievement that an oral surgeon can obtain. Dr. Schween regularly lectures at and sponsors local continuing education courses. He is a member of a number of local and national organizations, including the American Association of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgeons, Ohio Society of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgeons, Ohio Dental Association, Medina County Dental Association, Medina County Medical Society, American Dental Association, Ohio Academy of Interdisciplinary Dentofacial Therapy, and the Omicron Kappa Upsilon Dental Honor Society.
Dr. Schween continues to donate his time as a part-time faculty member at MetroHealth Medical Center working with the Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery residents. He holds active staff privileges at MetroHealth Medical Center, Medina Hospital, and Wadsworth-Rittman Hospital.
Dr. Schween has a daughter, Alexis. His hobbies include Top Sportsman drag racing, fishing, riding ATV’s, and home remodeling. He also enjoys cheering on our local favorite teams, the Cleveland Indians, Browns, and Cavaliers.
He charged me for one bone graft, yet gave me three. He is a superstar and if you look closely...you may see a twinkle in his eye!
Dr. Gary R. Schween was born and raised in Chesterland, Ohio. He attended The Ohio State University and Case Western Reserve University, receiving his Bachelor of Science degree in 1992. He was awarded his D.D.S. from the Case Western Reserve University School of Dentistry in 1996. He was then accepted into the Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery residency at MetroHealth Medical Center in Cleveland, a nationally renowned Level 1 trauma center. He served as chief resident from 2000 to 2002. During his residency, Dr. Schween received extensive training in all aspects of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery, including trauma, orthognathic surgery, oral pathology, anesthesia, dentoalveolar surgery, and reconstructive surgery. He remained at MetroHealth Medical Center for two years as a full time attending surgeon, lecturing to residents and faculty, and supervising extensive surgical cases.
He has continued to attend continuing education seminars locally and around the country. Dr. Schween is a Diplomate of the American Board of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgeons, the highest achievement that an oral surgeon can obtain. Dr. Schween regularly lectures at and sponsors local continuing education courses. He is a member of a number of local and national organizations, including the American Association of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgeons, Ohio Society of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgeons, Ohio Dental Association, Medina County Dental Association, Medina County Medical Society, American Dental Association, Ohio Academy of Interdisciplinary Dentofacial Therapy, and the Omicron Kappa Upsilon Dental Honor Society.
Dr. Schween continues to donate his time as a part-time faculty member at MetroHealth Medical Center working with the Oral and Maxillofacial Surgery residents. He holds active staff privileges at MetroHealth Medical Center, Medina Hospital, and Wadsworth-Rittman Hospital.
Dr. Schween has a daughter, Alexis. His hobbies include Top Sportsman drag racing, fishing, riding ATV’s, and home remodeling. He also enjoys cheering on our local favorite teams, the Cleveland Indians, Browns, and Cavaliers.
Friday, February 17, 2012
I long for the news ... or perhaps not!
I am having trouble watching the news. I long for local news, and not world news. The TV in my office which is not connected to cable only gets 3, 5 and 19, not 8 which is the one in the morning that has the local folks I have grown accustomed to. (Can Stephanie find any "bigger" earrings? or slinkier clothing?)
I have started surfing the channels to find someone who is visiting a grade school that was honored as the "school of the week". I don't want to view Whitney's funeral prep, I hardly knew her, nor the guy who allegedly murdered his wife on their honeymoon.
I do want to know what the weather is locally, and nationally however. Since Tim is on the road, I am interested in what he is "driving in".
Other than the political updates about who is sleeping with whom, I am having trouble finding out who is running for office in Medina, who will benefit from the levy passing in Buckeye School District, is there anything fun to do for free this weekend.
I have started surfing the channels to find someone who is visiting a grade school that was honored as the "school of the week". I don't want to view Whitney's funeral prep, I hardly knew her, nor the guy who allegedly murdered his wife on their honeymoon.
I do want to know what the weather is locally, and nationally however. Since Tim is on the road, I am interested in what he is "driving in".
Other than the political updates about who is sleeping with whom, I am having trouble finding out who is running for office in Medina, who will benefit from the levy passing in Buckeye School District, is there anything fun to do for free this weekend.
"Breaking News...The Triple By-Pass Burger served in the Heart Attack Grill sends a customer to the emergency room, for real! The Heart Attack Grill provides Free Food for anyone over 300#s in Vegas where the fries are fried in lard...pulleeeze! Time is 7:19 a.m. and that's what is on Channel 5 right now.
My friend Jo Ann wrote in her blog about reality TV shows that she turned her nose up at. Now she is a fan.
It makes me laugh, I shun reality TV, yet I watch the news. Go figure!
Only difference in the two formats, some of her TV stars have had boob jobs AND butt lifts, instead of just the boob jobs on the news anchors.
There is a line in the movie "The Associate". Whoopi Goldberg needs to get a makeover for a black tie event, and wants to fit in with the "A" crowd audience. Her drag queen tenant's expertise is sought and he asks "what look are you going for"? A little classy and a little slutty....Ah, a News Anchor look!
Well, rambling seems to be subsiding,
Later!
Monday, February 13, 2012
Going for a new world record, the tree that is
The Christmas Tree is undecorated. The ornaments, candles, tinsle garland and all the toys and beads are safely packed away in their storage boxes. The boxes are stacked five feet high in the little room next to my office.
The tree is disassembled lying on the floor in the living room, three sections in all. One section, the top I can handle alone, the middle and bottom sections I can't.
Tim came home off of the road on Friday afternoon and I asked him if he could put the Christmas ornaments and the tree away in the attic over the garage.
His answer "I told you that tree was too big, if you wanted a tree that big you should have bought a live one". "It won't fit up in the attic over the garage." And then he went on to do his own chores leaving the tree on the floor in the living room.
Hmmm...Valentine's Day is tomorrow, maybe Sarah and I can stand it up and decorate it with red and pink paper hearts, then there will be St. Paddy's Day, with the wearin' of the green, Easter with multi-colored plastic eggs, Cinco de Mayo with small sombreros, flags for the Fourth, then Fall leaves, Turkeys and pumpkins and.....Christmas again.
We don't use that part of the house again until Thanksgiving.
I may have solved the storage problem!
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
"Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened."
February 9, 2012
Heaven’s remuda improved by one fine mare on February 8, leaving this planet one short, with the passing of Roxy (aka Whizzards Baby Doll), best known as horsewoman Stacy Westfall’s bareback and bridleless mount. She sustained traumatic injury after apparently becoming cast in her stall sometime during the night of Feb. 5. Roxy was treated for two days at Valley View Animal Hospital in Dover,Ohio, before being humanely euthanized on Feb. 8. Roxy was due to foal in early March, and although a C-section was performed, the little sorrel stud colt proved too weak to survive.
Roxy had a wide and varied career that included becoming the 2nd highest earning offspring of Whizard Jac, who was both NRHA futurity champion and USET champion. She won two All-American Quarter Horse Congress Championships and two Reserve Championships, the NRHA Futurity freestyle championship, and the Tulsa Reining Classic twice, to name just a few.
Roxy’s championship performance in the 2006 All American Quarter Horse Congress, with Stacy riding bareback and bridleless, went viral on the Internet and led to Roxy and Stacy appearing on the Ellen DeGeneres show. Roxy, ever the lady, gave Ellen a memorable ride before appearing before the live studio audience and accepting peppermints from Stacy.
Roxy leaves behind four offspring, all of whom were carried by recipient mares. She will be much missed by owner Greg Gessner, the Westfall family and everyone who valued watching the great trust and love shown between she and Stacy when they performed as one.
(check youtube.com, search Stacey Westfall and Roxy, free style reining 2006)
Heaven’s remuda improved by one fine mare on February 8, leaving this planet one short, with the passing of Roxy (aka Whizzards Baby Doll), best known as horsewoman Stacy Westfall’s bareback and bridleless mount. She sustained traumatic injury after apparently becoming cast in her stall sometime during the night of Feb. 5. Roxy was treated for two days at Valley View Animal Hospital in Dover,Ohio, before being humanely euthanized on Feb. 8. Roxy was due to foal in early March, and although a C-section was performed, the little sorrel stud colt proved too weak to survive.
Roxy had a wide and varied career that included becoming the 2nd highest earning offspring of Whizard Jac, who was both NRHA futurity champion and USET champion. She won two All-American Quarter Horse Congress Championships and two Reserve Championships, the NRHA Futurity freestyle championship, and the Tulsa Reining Classic twice, to name just a few.
Roxy’s championship performance in the 2006 All American Quarter Horse Congress, with Stacy riding bareback and bridleless, went viral on the Internet and led to Roxy and Stacy appearing on the Ellen DeGeneres show. Roxy, ever the lady, gave Ellen a memorable ride before appearing before the live studio audience and accepting peppermints from Stacy.
(check youtube.com, search Stacey Westfall and Roxy, free style reining 2006)
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
The City Diner sets the stage
Happy Birthday to you dear Daniel! Number 7!
I sat across the table from Daniel in the restaurant last night and got flashbacks of the little newborn hooked up to all of those machines, blue light and incubators in Akron Children's Hospital's NICU.
I never dreamed this birthday would mean so much to me.
He is learning to read, spell, figure and write.
He charms me everyday and his life is so precious.
Happy Birthday little one, Happy Birthday!
I love you,
Nana
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
I will try to do at least one of these things today!
Society:
Each day give something good to others.
Forgive everyone for everything.
Spend time with people over the age of 70, and under the age of 6.
Try to make at least three people smile each day. .
What other people think of you is none of your business. .
Your job won't take care of you when you are sick.
Your friends will. Stay in touch.
Call your family often.
Each day give something good to others.
Forgive everyone for everything.
Spend time with people over the age of 70, and under the age of 6.
Try to make at least three people smile each day. .
What other people think of you is none of your business. .
Your job won't take care of you when you are sick.
Your friends will. Stay in touch.
Call your family often.
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