Tuesday, October 30, 2007


Bunny on a tiger, waving
Originally uploaded by lostonpurpose
So, we went to the zoo for the Pumpkin Prowl. Generally a good time as Kathy found a cute bunny suit. Funniest part of the night was when a kid got on the carosel in front of the B wearing a Poe (of Teletubbies fame) costume...well, just the head. The B got kind of freaked out by seeing Poe with just the head (she got her very serious look). But by this picture she had recovered and was waving at Mom and the grandparents.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Mike and I

Originally uploaded by sethsdisciple

Goodbye Mike

So, uh, my brother died.

I'm doing alright I guess, with a lot of people supporting me (and I appreciate all of the big and little things that people have done for me over the past few weeks). I guess, at the end of the day, one of the things that makes me not let myself get too low is the fact that I can think of 7 people who are going to have an even harder time than me. I can't imagine what it is to lose a child. Sometimes I can make my mind go the slightest little distance towards imagining, and literally start feeling nauceous. Or to lose a partner so out of the blue (this was one no one saw coming). Or to lose a father before you're out of high-school (or grade school).

Mike was 11 years older than me, which meant that I didn't truly get to know him when I was growing up. He was my idol and my role model. Literally my hero. Having lived in St. Louis a couple of times now since I got out of college, I treasure getting to know him as an adult.

He was the reason I aspired to go to Notre Dame. He was the reason I became an engineer. I was the reason I went to work at the airplane factory. He was the reason I indulge my silly side. He was the reason I was a cyclist. His passions were infectious in every way. He was also the reason that I believe I am a good husband and father. He is still my role model even now. If you ever met his kids, or saw how he loved and adored his wife, you know why.

There some very wonderful moments looking back on Mike's life trough pictures as Kathy and I worked with Mike's kids to put together a slide show for his after funeral party (he always said that if anything happened to him, he wanted a party where people remembered the good times instead of dwelling in loss). There were also some very startling moments. A couple of them I can talk about here.

Do you know that my lucky number is 29? Whenever I play on some goofy rec sports league, 29. It was my number in youth hockey. 29 is a "goalie number", meaning that hockey goalies often take that number (typically 1, 29, 30, or maybe 31). I always assumed that I got it from some Univeristy of Wisconsin goalie (maybe Marc Berend or someone like that). When we were going through the pictures I came upon Mike's individual shot from the Notre Dame varisty team. He had walked on to the team (meaning that he was playing for the love of it, with little to no hope of ever playing in a game). I looked on his shoulder. #29.

By the way, I still remember the day in 3rd grade when I got pulled out of school and we went bombing across Wisconsin, Illinois, and Indiana to get to South Bend in time to see Mike warm up for a game. He was always the number 4 goalie, but that year one of the 3 scholarship goalies was hurt, and the backup smashed his stick against the boards in a practice pissing off the coach, so Mike got to dress that night (in hockey, 2 goalies dress each game). What a cool day.

I really thought I was kind of cried out and in control on Monday morning (the morning of the funeral) when we went to the funeral home. One last chance to say goodbye. But I was absolutely shattered when I saw my dad up front alone, and went to stand with him. The last thing he said, so matter of factly, was "bye Mike." For me, that 2 seconds will always always always be the definition of "loss".

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

1 Under .500


As I can clearly not make them play worse by talking about them, I'll say that heads should roll for the total inability to motivate this talented bunch.

14 games over no more.

Friday, July 13, 2007

The B's First Yardsale

Like mother, like daughter
Originally uploaded by lostonpurpose
Fortunately, a solo crash and she bounced right back up.

We'll have to see how long it takes her to figure out the whole pedals thing.

She has now been on the bike 3 less times than I have this year (and she's been on twice). Ug.

Sunday, May 20, 2007


Originally uploaded by sethsdisciple.
Ok, this is long overdue, and I can't help but thinking that the Brewers are paying an enormous Karma penalty for my tardiness. So, without further ado...

(Girard, start the counter)

Oh Jose, how you run so fast
In the race to second, the ball gets there last

Oh Carlos, how you hit the ball so far
Sometimes it flies over the apple and hits some guy's car

Oh David, you get so many hits
Your skills smash other teams to bits

Ok...I was going to do the whole lineup, but this has obviously gotten silly. Well, maybe not gotten.

I'll just say that the Mets smoked the Brewers last Sunday in a pretty ugly fashion, and now have the best record inthe NL. A very good team...I would be happy if my team did that well. They took 2 of 3 when the Brewers had their 1-3 pitchers going and the Mets didn't.

(Ok Mikey, stop the word count, but but I'm hoping the poetry and picture get me the rest of the way to 200...oh, and thanks for beating up the Cubs too).

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

I know I've been quiet...

But there is only one (non-the B related) thing I'd be likely to write about these days, and the second I did, it would all go bad. So I'm not saying a word. Not. One.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

If I had to bet...

I would say that whoever invented Rock/Paper/Scissors had a 1 1/2 year old.

I could have invented it today, except it would have been Rock/Acorn/Dandilion.

The B spent our walk today swapping one for the other for the other. But after a couple of minutes, I picked up on the pattern.

As we left the garage, she picked up her customary 2 rocks from our garden (one for each hand...they are the chalky white kind). She toddled along, occasionally throwing them down, but only for a physics experiment, because she picked them right back up each time...that is, until she came to the acorns. Now, I have noticed on past days that acorn beats rock, as she discards the rocks totally. She then walked along doing more physics experiments with the acorns (as I picked the white rocks out of the neighbor's lawn and stuffed them in my pocket).

But today there was a new evolution, as spring has sprung in these parts, and there were dandilions about. And so, when she came upon the dandys, she threw the acorns and sat there playing with the flowers...she wouldn't move! Clearly, Dandilion beats acorn.

By that point, I was about ready to get back home, but she didn't want to leave the dandilions...I'd take her hand to lead her away, and her legs would turn to jelly. Dandilions...baby crack...who knew?

But you know what beats dandilions? Rock baby! Good old rock. I pulled them out of my pocket, she squeaked, and chased me back towards our place, weeds completely forgotten.

All I'll say is that whoever invented Paper/Scissors/Rock isn't a very good parent. Whoever heard of letting your 1 1/2 year old play with scissors?