Wow, what a change in weather we have been having. First it is warm, then it is cool, then rainy, now back to sunny and 81 degrees. Looks like today would have been a wonderful time to take a nice bike ride. Too bad, I am at work.
This weekend, we will be gathering up all our garage sale stuff and planning a sale at my mothers house in Mooresville next weekend. It is the same weekend as the Anderson Orchard Craft Fair. We may even take the girls down there to have some warm fried biscuits and fresh apple butter. YUM!
Oh, if any of you Indiana folks know of someone that is looking for a motorcycle, my father is wanting to sell the one that is pictured here:
(Copy and paste the following link)
http://tripletdad7.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-dad-and-his-harley.html
Friday, September 19, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Hola Amigos!!
Hello Friends,
Things have been going ok for me lately. I have been doing a lot more homework type stuff with the girls lately, since they have started going to school. Saturday I had them cut out hearts on a piece of paper, that I had folded and drawn. Then they colored on them for mamaw Linda. This homework stuff will only go so far with me. Yes, I am kinda smart, but when it comes to math, I will always defer that to Melissa. She is a whiz at that stuff. Speaking of Melissa, she has been losing weight lately and is doing and is looking wonderful. She is my inspiration to keep trying. Though, I have been sitting at the same weight for months now. GRRR. But I am happy for her.
I haven't been out on the bike much, but hope to in the next few weeks. With fall coming up fast, I love to go out through the country and look at scenery. However, I must always take extra caution with the falling leaves, wet roads, and other drivers doing the same. While I love to ride a lot, I love to live even more. Plus if I die, Melissa will make sure to kick my butt hard enough in the casket that I will feel it in heaven. The only problem that I usually have is that I ride alone a lot. So, if something happened, I hope I have the ability to call for help on the cell phone or have a car see me to assist. It is not by choice that I ride alone. The only people that I know that I can ride with are my parents. While they would love to get out and ride, they often can't for one reason or another.
Soon, we will be going to some fall festival stuff. I love going to the covered bridge festival in October, as well as the festival in Martinsville.
If any triplet dads (or moms or families) would like to get together sometime, let me know. I will see if we can work things out.
Take care,
Scott H.
Things have been going ok for me lately. I have been doing a lot more homework type stuff with the girls lately, since they have started going to school. Saturday I had them cut out hearts on a piece of paper, that I had folded and drawn. Then they colored on them for mamaw Linda. This homework stuff will only go so far with me. Yes, I am kinda smart, but when it comes to math, I will always defer that to Melissa. She is a whiz at that stuff. Speaking of Melissa, she has been losing weight lately and is doing and is looking wonderful. She is my inspiration to keep trying. Though, I have been sitting at the same weight for months now. GRRR. But I am happy for her.
I haven't been out on the bike much, but hope to in the next few weeks. With fall coming up fast, I love to go out through the country and look at scenery. However, I must always take extra caution with the falling leaves, wet roads, and other drivers doing the same. While I love to ride a lot, I love to live even more. Plus if I die, Melissa will make sure to kick my butt hard enough in the casket that I will feel it in heaven. The only problem that I usually have is that I ride alone a lot. So, if something happened, I hope I have the ability to call for help on the cell phone or have a car see me to assist. It is not by choice that I ride alone. The only people that I know that I can ride with are my parents. While they would love to get out and ride, they often can't for one reason or another.
Soon, we will be going to some fall festival stuff. I love going to the covered bridge festival in October, as well as the festival in Martinsville.
If any triplet dads (or moms or families) would like to get together sometime, let me know. I will see if we can work things out.
Take care,
Scott H.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
September 11th, 2001 ~ Tribute Post
The day that the world stood still, united in anger, and united in sadness.
It has been 7 years since the towers fell. I can still remember what I was doing and the reaction that I had.
Fear. Fear for my family and friends.
Sad. Sadness for all those that lost their lives trying to escape this horrible event.
Anger. A deep feeling of revenge to do to others as they done to my country.
Happy. Yes, happy. However, not for the event itself. For the all the people around the world that stood together and supported each other. Never before had I seen it.
Regret. For not able to do anything directly for the families that were lost, the war on terror, etc.
Sad. Sadness for all of soldiers that we have lost during this war. Regardless of my position on the war, why it was started, or why it continues, the soldiers were doing their job.
A day of emotion for me, and a day of emotion for most in the United States. Being that this was the World Trade Center, it had people from many countries in it.
Crappy Day and Mamaw
What a combination for a title line.
Let me explain. It was 6:30 in the morning yesterday and I started feeling ill. So, I went to the bathroom and got a smelly surprise. Well, I thought it was just a one time thing, so I prepared for work and left. At 8:30, a half hour into my day, I was surprised again and decided to leave. From the moment I arrived home till about 5, I was in and out of bed. Then my wife had to go to a water arobics class. So, that left me with the kids.
My saving grace for the evening came in the form of a wonderful mamaw who never disappoints. She is so helpful with the kids and the kids love to be around her. She and they went for a walk around the neighborhood, removed the weeds from the "used to be" flower bed, and played outside. I made dinner, then she helped get them ready for bed and even sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to them during our nightly routine.
I am so greatful that she is in their life, just as she was for me. Growing up, my father worked 2nd shift, so she had to care for 2 boys. It seemed like every night something different was going on. Usually, fighting for one thing or another. Friends, toys, whatever. Me? I was a momma's boy. While my brother was outside helping dad fix the car, I was inside cleaning the house or helping out with whatever she needed me to do. Now, I am a lot like her in many ways. I have her bad points (very few) and her great points. I have her heart. She carries it around on her sleeve, she is easy to be hurt, but she is always willing to show you love. She drug me to church every sunday and kept me involved. Without that foundation, I am not sure what kind of person I would be today. (I love ya Mom)
Mamaw Linda, an Angel in disquise.
Let me explain. It was 6:30 in the morning yesterday and I started feeling ill. So, I went to the bathroom and got a smelly surprise. Well, I thought it was just a one time thing, so I prepared for work and left. At 8:30, a half hour into my day, I was surprised again and decided to leave. From the moment I arrived home till about 5, I was in and out of bed. Then my wife had to go to a water arobics class. So, that left me with the kids.
My saving grace for the evening came in the form of a wonderful mamaw who never disappoints. She is so helpful with the kids and the kids love to be around her. She and they went for a walk around the neighborhood, removed the weeds from the "used to be" flower bed, and played outside. I made dinner, then she helped get them ready for bed and even sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to them during our nightly routine.
I am so greatful that she is in their life, just as she was for me. Growing up, my father worked 2nd shift, so she had to care for 2 boys. It seemed like every night something different was going on. Usually, fighting for one thing or another. Friends, toys, whatever. Me? I was a momma's boy. While my brother was outside helping dad fix the car, I was inside cleaning the house or helping out with whatever she needed me to do. Now, I am a lot like her in many ways. I have her bad points (very few) and her great points. I have her heart. She carries it around on her sleeve, she is easy to be hurt, but she is always willing to show you love. She drug me to church every sunday and kept me involved. Without that foundation, I am not sure what kind of person I would be today. (I love ya Mom)
Mamaw Linda, an Angel in disquise.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Prayer Requests
Jasmine B.: The other night, my mother informed me that my deceased cousin's wife passed away. Their only daughter Jasmine walked in and found her.
Alicia M.'s Relative: Alicia's relative was hit by a train yesterday evening. He did not survive.
Mira: Keep Mira, picture on right column of blog. She is a sweet girl, whose mother is active in an online triplet group I am also involved in. She is in need of a kidney transplant and she is currently trying to raise money and also gain enough weight to become able to have the surgery.
Soldiers and Soldier's Families: For those that are serving, have served, preparing to serve, or have passed while defending and protecting our country and those countries that have little ability to protect themselves.
If you have a prayer request that you would like for me to add, let me know.
Alicia M.'s Relative: Alicia's relative was hit by a train yesterday evening. He did not survive.
Mira: Keep Mira, picture on right column of blog. She is a sweet girl, whose mother is active in an online triplet group I am also involved in. She is in need of a kidney transplant and she is currently trying to raise money and also gain enough weight to become able to have the surgery.
Soldiers and Soldier's Families: For those that are serving, have served, preparing to serve, or have passed while defending and protecting our country and those countries that have little ability to protect themselves.
If you have a prayer request that you would like for me to add, let me know.
How much is your time worth, daddy?
My wonderful and beautiful mother sent me an email today that I feel all parents should read. Not just daddy's, though we typically are the ones that do this.
Can I Borrow $25?
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'
DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.
SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'
The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed.
Think about why you are being so selfish.
I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.
How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.
'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.
Here's the $25 you asked for.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
'Oh, thank you daddy!' He yelled.
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.
Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.
'Daddy, I have $50 now.
Can I buy an hour of your time?
Please come home early tomorrow.
I would like to have dinner with you.'
The father was crushed.
He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life.
We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.
Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love.
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours.
But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
From my house to yours
Now tell me, how much is your time worth? There are many days when I am at work and wish for just another hour of peace. I sometimes dread going in the front door to a mad house of screaming and fighting kids. However, when I get home, their little faces all brighten up and they come running to me wanting hugs and kisses and to tell me about their day. They know that they can count on their daddy whenever they need me. (True, after about a half hour of daddy time, they are ready to start screaming and fighting again. I know though short, that half hour could be the last thing they remember about me.)
Can I Borrow $25?
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'
DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.
SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'
The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed.
Think about why you are being so selfish.
I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.
How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.
'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.
Here's the $25 you asked for.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
'Oh, thank you daddy!' He yelled.
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.
Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.
'Daddy, I have $50 now.
Can I buy an hour of your time?
Please come home early tomorrow.
I would like to have dinner with you.'
The father was crushed.
He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life.
We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.
Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love.
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours.
But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
From my house to yours
Now tell me, how much is your time worth? There are many days when I am at work and wish for just another hour of peace. I sometimes dread going in the front door to a mad house of screaming and fighting kids. However, when I get home, their little faces all brighten up and they come running to me wanting hugs and kisses and to tell me about their day. They know that they can count on their daddy whenever they need me. (True, after about a half hour of daddy time, they are ready to start screaming and fighting again. I know though short, that half hour could be the last thing they remember about me.)
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Blogs and Glasses
Lately, I have been taking the extra time that I have in the evenings to go to my blogs, look over any comments, make any new blogs, then go to the top of the blog and click "Next blog". It is like taking a tour of the world all from my couch. I love looking at different peoples take on photography. I feel that you can see into the soul of the people that take the pictures. What are their like and dislikes. I see pictures of famous buildings all the way down to cardboard boxes that a homeless person is living in. It is interesting. If you have extra time, I encourage you to do the same. Now, I will warn that I have run into a couple time a blog that is inappropriate for younger audiences. However, most of them are interesting.
I went today to pick up my new glasses. My wife and the technician convinced me to get a pair of blue full rimmed glasses. I was hesitant at first, but decided to go with it. What the heck, who am I trying to impress these days. I must say, it does give a nice contrast to my face. I usually bought the gold/brown colored glasses that made my face look bland in comparison. I will try to get a pic tomorrow with the new glasses and again with the old ones.
Scott H.
I went today to pick up my new glasses. My wife and the technician convinced me to get a pair of blue full rimmed glasses. I was hesitant at first, but decided to go with it. What the heck, who am I trying to impress these days. I must say, it does give a nice contrast to my face. I usually bought the gold/brown colored glasses that made my face look bland in comparison. I will try to get a pic tomorrow with the new glasses and again with the old ones.
Scott H.
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