Steamrolling through Life…..


Life has a way of steamrolling causing a tremendous cloud that envelopes our world, hazing the horizon and letting us know just how miniscule our time here on earth really is. People, I can attest to the old adage of “in the blink of an eye”. I have found a new respect for our seniors and elders when they say – savor this moment – you will remember it one day.

Since my last post – I have been to Florida and to Mexico all in the same week. Hard to believe I know – but true.  Actually I owe the credit to my wife Sandy. She is a big list maker and planner and has the uncanny ability to create something out of nothing. Sandy plans most of our trips and excursions throughout the year making payments all along ensuring that we have the opportunity to make great family memories.

Last October we had our first cruise that took us to Nassau, Bahamas and as soon as we finished that one, she started planning this cruise. This year we drove to Miami, Florida, caught a cruise ship to Key West for an excursion and then off to Cozumel for snorkeling off the coast with free Margaritas!

We were blessed to have been able to book our plans with some great friends that we met while camping last year at White Lake, NC. Jason and Elizabeth Williamson and their family met us in Florida where we stayed overnight in Daytona at a Luxury Hotel where we walked the boardwalk to Bubba Gump’s’ for dinner. We spent the night poolside and Sandy even sang Karaoke for the first time in her life.  The next morning we departed for our road trip to Miami. Arriving midday – we were able to tour part of the city and a bit of the port as well before boarding the cruise ship.

During our time in Key West, we saw a bit of the devastation that the storms had caused but I have to say that Florida has a way of rebounding better than ever before. Those people are resilient in preparations and putting their lives back together. We had a great time shopping and exploring and even took a historic “Hop on – Hop off” Trolley Tour of the Island thanks to Old Towne Trolley Tours. Once back on the ship we had free ice cream, pizza and all the food and drinks that you could want. We enjoyed live music, the casino and all of the wonderful people that we were able to meet. Truly worth experiencing if you get the chance.

Arriving in Cozumel Mexico was a great experience. From docking the massive ship to how the crew handled all of the passengers getting off in one location. By the way, there were two other ships unloading at the same time so Cozumel was flooded that day with tourist and shoppers. Funny thing is that they had it all down to a science. Nothing was too overcrowded and the merchants there were very friendly and made every attempt to carry on conversation with its patrons. In Cozumel, there was live music which provided that necessary tropical vibe, the wind was blowing softly and the air smelled exciting.  People from all walks of life were concentrated at the docks working their way through the corridor of the port into the main square where we were met by a man asking if us if we wanted to get on his Ass…….. a funny little Mexican who had two Donkey statues where you could sit on for photo opportunities – he had such a great attitude and it was fun for everyone.


After shopping at a few of the shops and picking up a great Sombrero Gonzales Fedora we boarded our Catamaran via Fury Catamarans and headed off to the coastal reef for our very first snorkeling adventure. Not sure what I expected but there were about 30 of us in the waters from our boat and four tour guides to watch for hazards. By hazards I mean predators – which is all I could think of at the time. The water was clear, the fish were friendly and the reef was amazing but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I was a very small fish in a great big pond. At any moment I expected to be caught 47 meters down starving for oxygen and trying not to get eaten by Jaws.


Now keep in mind that we are not financially rich by any stretch of the imagination but with proper planning we are able to scrimp and save throughout the year to be able to concentrate our efforts in memorable trips like these.

Remember – our time is precious so make the best of every day. Great memories are just a breath away.


School Poem…..

Those who are familiar with my background know that I have always been strict on my children and what it means to follow the rules. We have developed this level of trust with one another and our relationship so far has been very open and honest. I was extremely proud of this latest article by my 13-year-old daughter. It’s one of those “I didn’t think she was paying attention” moments. She was asked to write a poem for one of her classes and this is what she came up with.

Drug Free by Ivy Groves

“You don’t need heroin to be a hero” “The Fresh Quotes”

Drugs do not influence me

I don’t need drugs to have fun

I just want to run

I also want to stay drug free

I don’t want to make a mistake

Because in the morning I want to wake

You heard the fights and felt the pain from the drugs in your brain

You may act crazy but you aren’t lazy

So get up and live life

Because tomorrow’s not promised

Drugs aren’t cool so don’t be a fool

Please be smart and don’t decide to fall apart

So stay drug free…!


Drug Free




A Little Off – Redesigning my site.

I am in the process of redesigning my site so if something seems a bit off – please feel free to let me know. I’m still new at formatting. Thanks for your patience!

Trying to figure the process out is time consuming and can get a bit overwhelming unless you actually get feedback from other WordPress Writers – and trust me – they do help. Also the Q/A sections of the Community pool and guides at WordPress will help out as well. Thanks again for understanding and all the input!


I truly love this post!

Girly Christian

Updated Post:

In our world we are always seeking for ourselves. Constantly hearing it’s my opinion , my choice , my body, my life, and my beliefs. In fact , it is even worse when it comes to religion among Christians. We wonder why the world is so separated when we ourselves are not united. There are so many different religions of christianity. ( 1 Corinthians 1:10).

People never want to look at other people’s perspective , because they are afraid theymight have to change their own…

Marriages are so easily ended today. If people don’t get what they want from their spouse it will hinder their relationship . In relationships both people want their feelings heard and their needs met. Focusing on yourself when a relationship is meant to be between three people. God , your spouse,and you.

We are always protecting our thoughts, our opinions , and our…

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More Than A Gun

I totally agree. There are much bigger problems to deal with and more compassion needs to be addressed. We need Unity!!!!!


My heart is shattered today at the news of the pure evil demonstrated last night in Las Vegas.

My prayers and deepest sympathies are with our hurting nation right now, and especially the victims and their loved ones.


I’ve been hard pressed to peel myself away from the news to write this post.

The level of atrocity and horror that is belching across our television airwaves today is enough to make you want to build a bunker and not come out until the second coming.

There was one thing I was not expecting today though: and that’s what I found when I scanned social media today.

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Honestly, I have been so sickened at the response by much of the public – and much of my Facebook newsfeed.

Instead of calls for prayer and compassion for the victims of the shooting, there is outcry for gun control reform.

Instead of numbers…

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With Fear comes Respect …..

With Fear comes Respect

Admiration, fear, conformity, and love. Many of you do not believe this and for the most part will not accept it either.

Let me explain before you bash me. When you were young, do you remember “The Look” from your Mother or Father when you were about to do something bad or had just done something wrong? The look of “Oh  – No You Don’t” on their faces and then the feelings that welled up inside of you, the feelings of excitement and anticipation of what was to come, the feeling of misguided accomplishment that you had just done something that you had been taught not to do, the fear that followed?

We were taught from an early age the importance of authority and the need to follow the rules and the consequences that came from defiance. Once these ground rules were set early on, we learned quickly that you respected your parents fully without question.  Anyways, that is the way that I was raised. Sure I have done many things along the way that I am not proud of and ashamed of but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my parents had my back. Good, bad or indifferent. Right is Right and Wrong is Wrong. I knew that when I got “the look” and then I disobeyed, there would be consequences and I did not always know what those consequences would be. Sometimes, it was very lenient but other times, if I continued, the punishment was much worse.

I remember as a small child I had this stool that my dad had built for me so that I could climb up on at the sink and wash my hands and brush my teeth like a big boy. I loved my stool but not for those reasons. That stool helped me get into things that I could not normally reach on my own. I took that stool everywhere and used it daily. It caused my Mother so much grief and headache – always having to watch me and to see what I was getting into. She would watch me take my stool over to the fish tank and climb up – I would always look over at her first to see if she was looking – then I would get the look. As I reached for the fish in the tank, I remember her taking my hands and slapping them and scolding me with a firm “No”. I would get mad; she would take my stool and put it away. Not five minutes later, I had that stool back at the fish tank. My hands and my rear end would get tore up daily but eventually – I learned.

Fast forward to 2017, something is very wrong with this picture. There is no more Respect, there is no loyalty or support, and there is no more faith in the fellow-man. Everyone is living on the Conspiracy theory that everyone has ulterior motives and are only out for themselves. This sheer level of paranoia has spiraled way out of control when in reality – we just all want to be left alone to live our lives in peace. We want to walk out of our front door and smell the fragrances of spring, to hear the songbirds chirping, to hold the ones we love and share our lives with the ones we choose.

I come from a family of Fourth Generation Law Enforcement Officers. I was raised in a strict environment and rightly so, I was hardheaded. I had to be taught what to do and what not to do. In being raised that way, in turn I tried to raise my children the same. To love one another, to always provide help to others, to get along with others even if we didn’t always like that person.  We don’t hate anyone, we don’t turn our backs on others in need. Like I said – I was raised.

Tip my hat

I understand that times have changed and we can no longer leave our doors unlocked and let our children play from dusk to dawn outside unsupervised while we take care of our day-to-day chores and duties.  I also understand that we have abandoned God and lost all faith in one another. I understand that this Nation has become so divided that we no longer trust, we no longer have faith, hope nor love and we all are so deprived of a Mothers’ touch, a Fathers’ content, a friends’ acceptance – it has become all about “me”.

So, what do we fear? We fear loneliness, we fear not being accepted, we fear not being loved. We fear the unknown. Whatever your fear (and trust me we all have them), it is what drives us to respect ourselves enough to conform to this world. It is what drives us to love and be loved, to admire and be admired and it drives us to hope.

More now than ever, we need to re-learn to think beyond ourselves and to start thinking of others. We all want the same things in life. We are all equal and we are all children of God.  We need to be taught over and over again until we get it right. Our hands and our rear ends need to be tore up until we learn. Just because we are considered an “Adult” doesn’t mean we always act like it.

praying hands

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.   Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.

Scrambled Eggs

As we go about our day….. we need to take a moment to remember what once was…….


over medium

As I sit here this morning eating my breakfast, two eggs over medium and one link sausage with coffee, I find myself thinking back of how Donna Hickerson used to like her eggs over medium. She would always smash up the runny with the firm whites to give the eggs a creamy texture.  (If you remember, I wrote an article on her Husband Jesse titled “My time with a Veteran”). Donna and Jesse were of the older generation and liked things their way – hard and fast they were not subject to change and fought it every step of the way (unless they come up with the idea).  I still sit with Jesse from time to time but he no longer eats his eggs over medium – he reverted back to his old ways of soft scrambled with light cheese.

It’s funny, in a way, how we carry a little bit of these people who have touched our lives in such a small way as we go about our day. Little things that remind us of them and things that they have exposed us to that we have adopted for our own.

As I get older, I find myself reminding me of my Dad in so many ways. Certain things he would do, his mannerisms, some of his actions – I understand that this is fundamentally inherited but many of the things from the people that meant the most to us, we carry on. By the same token, I carry a lot of my Mothers traits with me as well but she is still with me at 72 years old now and I am truly blessed to have her for another year.

Over the years, I have met so many people in my life – people who have guided me, influenced me, corrected me, befriended me, and loved me. These people are forever locked in my memory bank to be put away until the right time as to be remembered. To brighten my day and bring a smile or to remind me of a time when I was not so seasoned and honed into the person that I am today.


My one true hope other than making it to the Promised land is to leave with my Children and my Wife the Love and honor that I had having them in my life. They are my real treasures.

Thank God you’ll never know who I used to be for I am no longer that person – It is but a faint memory that has now become a stranger in my own mind. Someone I look back on and think “was that really me”?

We are the ever living-Ghost of what was………….