Posts tagged scott
I think next year for Christmas, I am going to go easy on the number of gifts for each kid. How do you do that though when your kiddos already have these high expectations of what they will receive? Well – I like the suggestions in the blog post linked below — strategic deprivation throughout the year! I really think that we are doing our kids a big disservice by giving them outrageous, abundant, expensive gifts. When they grow up and have to make it on their own, will they even know how to prioritize and work for it?
Today is my silver fox’s birthday. Happy Birthday Scotty – he makes me smile each and every day. I really am so lucky to have found someone who is the ying to my yang (if you know what I mean…). Hard to believe that we have been together 19 years in February. Life can be a hard journey but I am blessed to have someone I genuinely like by my side.
Back Squat at 90%
3 Round Tabata
DB Snatch L
DB Snatch R
2min Man Makers
3 Round Tabata Again
Owen Groesser, an eighth-grader with Down syndrome, scored four points Thursday night.
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It’s a great day isn’t it? It’s Friday, many of us have Monday off — the weather in Northern VA isn’t too shabby. Life is pretty good right now, right this second, day. What are you doing to kick off your day? It’s the 13th of January and for many of us, we vow to make changes but never really sit down and think through the ‘HOW’ of making the changes. Nothing comes easy or free — weight loss, good spirits, fitness are no different.
I don’t really share any in depth info about my husband Scotty very much on this blog. Partly because this is my journey and while he is definitely an influencer of it in more ways than I can count, it’s my story to tell. Also, he’s more private about stuff than I am — obviously. He doesn’t live his life like an open book. This may surprise you, but I don’t either. My book is certainly more open than most, but there are some things that I choose to keep private.
This blog highlights one aspect of my life –my personal passion. You can call it an obsession but I find that with that word brings certain pre-conceived negative ideas. If something brings you joy, keeps you healthy, surrounds you with a great community and keeps you learning and striving to improve – it’s a passion. Does I sometimes get carried away with it all — yes but I recognize that and that’s what counts.
Anyway, back to my original point — Scotty. Scotty started CrossFit a few weeks ago. I could not be more proud of him, even though he comes home ‘mad at me’ for encouraging him to go. I will take him mad at me forever if it means he’s working on getting back into shape and getting healthy.
Since his cancer treatment, it’s been hard for him to get back into any sort of fitness routine. He still has some neurological issues because of the chemo and while you and I can push through them — imagine having your hands and feet hurt all the time and try to do any sort of fitness. You use your hands and feet all the time! It’s no excuse though. When we finished up chemo, Dr. Marshall – our oncologist – told us “your diet matters but what is most important is getting regular fitness in. We know, it’s proven, that regular exercise helps prevent colon cancer from returning.”
Now, think about that. The Dr just said regular exercise can help prevent a re occurrence. After all he has been through, he owes it to himself to get moving. So, although there is a cancer card in the mix, he’s no different than many people out there struggling to follow through on their NYE resolutions to get in shape. Look at it this way – We know – there is proof – that regular exercise can prevent so many cancers and other diseases from occurring. You owe it to yourself to get moving!
Scotty is going to be a cancer survivor model in this Cure By Design Event and I am of course going to be there to root him on. The tickets are a bit on the pricey side but it’s for a great cause and should be a great time — Would love to have some friends there as well if possible…
Cure by Design is an event in which the fashion, design and retail communities join forces with the local corporate community to benefit the American Cancer Society. The focus of this special evening is a fashion show that spotlights designer fashions and, more importantly, the cancer survivors who model them. These survivor models are living proof of the strides we are making in the fight against cancer, and their vibrant smiles portray a message of hope for the cure.
The money raised at Cure by Design enables the American Cancer Society to fund cutting-edge research, early detection and prevention education, advocacy efforts, and life-affirming patient services. By supporting Cure by Design, you are partnering with the American Cancer Society to help cancer patients in your community.
Please join us for a fabulous fashion show, elegant reception, and exciting live and silent auctions, as we celebrate survivorship and fashion!
Please join us as we celebrate survivorship and fashion!
Tickets on sale until June 16, 2011 (or until the show is sold out).
Fashion Show and Reception
$200 per person
Fair Market Value of $75; $75 of your purchase is a tax-deductible donation.
Reserved section of 10 for the Fashion Show and admission to the Reception
$2,000 for section of 10 attendees
Cure by Design
June 18, 2011
Grand Hyatt Washington @ Washington Center
6:00 PM-9:00 PM
6:00 PM Registration
7:00 PM Cocktail Reception/Silent Auction begins
Sponsored by The George Washington Cancer Institute
8:00 PM Survivor Fashion Show / Live Auction
9:00 PM Survivor Toast
The journey is the reward – Chinese Proverb
Today I am trying an evening class at Crossfit Impavidus to mix things up a bit so I slept in and will head there for the 730p class.
I haven’t spoken much about our cancer journey lately – not because it doesn’t continue to color everything we do, but more so because we are moving on – living our ‘yes we had cancer‘ life. Moving on doesn’t mean that there aren’t times when the reality of what we have and are still going through doesn’t come back at us like a Mac truck.
We had another post chemo appointment at Georgetown with Dr Marshall about 2 weeks ago. Even driving into DC brought us the feelings that we used to have every other week. Anxiety, sadness, fear along with the tears — things both of us had not felt in over 6m. Scotty doesn’t like to deal with this now that we are post chemo, so we were a bit late in having this appointment. He should have had a CT scan prior to it, but will be having it this week. Dr Marshall told him that he gets that he is purposely dragging his feet but with this type of cancer, we have to catch it early. We are 6m away from our ‘remission’ status and trust me — it can’t come soon enough. Just the mere fact that we could indeed find ourselves being told that the cancer is back — well I can’t even describe the feelings that brings with it. Every appointment we are faced with that possibility –even if it’s a remote one. Imagine living with that thought in your head — everyone who has ‘beat’ cancer does.
I started to tear up as we sat in the exam room waiting for the Fellow who examines us before we see Dr Marshall. I just hadn’t really expected to have the feelings so I was unprepared for the entire thing — but we heard good news. He has no signs that the cancer is back. His blood work is fine and we will get the CT scan and be on our way for another 6m. This next 6m appointment will mark our “remission” card holder status and we aren’t giving it back until we get the 5y ‘Cured’ one …
The reason I am talking about it today is bc cancer memories filled our heads last nite. 2 of Scott’s High School classmates in Tucson were also diagnosed with colon cancer around the same time as us and Scott saw a FB posting that one of them passed away last night. The guy was the same age, with kids the same age and you can’t help but think about that being you. What would your family’s life be if that was you? Both of us saw it from different angles – me – thinking about our life, our kids growing up without their Dad, the love of my life not being here. Scott – what was the difference between him and his HS friend? Well maybe it was caught early, maybe it was genetics — who knows.
Cancer is never far away from our lives and just because our treatment is over — physical and a lot of the psychological affects remain.
My husband and our family continue our fight against colon cancer — 6 months away from being officially ‘in remission. In our minds and in the course of our daily lives, we have already beat this horrible disease, that does not mean it is ever far from our thoughts. It colors everything in our lives — not to say that’s a completely bad thing either. It has brought us much appreciated perspective. It has given us the opportunity to meet new people who have enriched our lives. It has set priorities for us and made us realize how lucky we really are. It almost seems like what happened was a very bad dream that we are just waking up from.
Cancer has claimed so many wonderful, precious people. Moms, Dads, Sisters, Brothers — people taken way too early. Kids and adults — it doesn’t discriminate.
We need to do our part to stop the spread and increase in cancer rate. And there is a lot we can do for ourselves and our families. Yes – it takes effort, time and patience — but the alternative sucks. Trust me —
February 4 Heralds an Historic Year in Cancer Control Amid a Rising Global Cancer Burden
Cancer is the leading cause of death around the world and kills more people than AIDS, malaria, and tuberculosis combined. (WHO, 2007)The global burden is rising and, without action, the poorest countries will witness the largest increase in deaths.
Each year on February 4, the American Cancer Society supports the Union for International Cancer Control (UICC) by promoting ways to ease the global cancer burden, with prevention as the perennial theme.
To mark the occasion on February 4, the Empire State Building will glow orange and blue – the colors of World Cancer Day – for the first time. The American Cancer Society chose the New York City landmark to herald an unprecedented global meeting on cancer and other noncommunicable diseases (NCDs). The United Nations Summit on NCDs will assemble on September 19-20 to address the collective threat posed by cancer, cardiovascular disease, diabetes, and chronic respiratory diseases. Together, these illnesses account for 35 million deaths every year, with 80% of cases occurring in low- and middle-income countries.
40 is the new 30
Today is a special day — 40 years ago, a great man was brought into this world. That great man is:
I am the luckiest lady in the world that I met him 15+ years ago.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!
Hats off to my husband/Cancer Survivor/Fighter/Hero – Scotty – 7 more months will bring it to 3 years since surgery and and we can call it REMISSION! And to everyone else out there who is battling and fighting everyday. Cancer sucks!
Cancer Survivor Beauty and Support Day™ (CSBSD™) is a nationwide event that takes place every year on the first Tuesday in December. It is a special moment during the holiday season for all men, women and children cancer survivors, regardless of when they were diagnosed, to receive a little personal kindness, warm support, and tender pampering.
Cancer Survivor Beauty and Support Day™ (CSBSD™) is a purely volunteer event with no monies being raised and with no solicitations being made. Thousands of volunteers from the spa, beauty and related industries freely give their support and services on this day to all cancer survivors. Volunteers decide what services they wish to offer, post CSBSD™ signage, and cancer survivors make their own appointments for that day. To find a CSBSD™ participating location near you simply click and download the participation list which is in alphabetical order by state.
Cancer Survivor Beauty and Support Day™ (CSBSD™) is supported by professionals who work in cancer clinics and hospitals. Cancer care organizations such as Gilda’s Club/Wellness Community, Lungevity Foundation, the Ovarian Cancer Coalition, Breast Cancer Network of Strength, Us Too International Prostate Cancer Education and Support Network, all participate in this special day, helping to get the CSBSD™ information to all cancer survivors to enjoy the day.
Thanks to my sister, Connie for sending me the article.post below from MSNBC. My family knows the high regard Star Wars has in my home. When I first met Scotty, it was something that everyone knew about Scotty – he liked Star Wars. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that he was an active member of the Star Wars Fan club or anything but it clearly held a place in his heart. As we began our lives together and started a family, his Star Wars interest had to take a backseat to being an adult and doing adult things like paying bills instead of paying for duplicates of Star Wars figures. Everyone did that right?
I am sure so many “Dads” can relate to this post below and in full disclosure, I many times find myself jumping on the bandwagon in “helping” my son love Star Wars. There is something really sweet about seeing a Dad and their son sharing in something like this. You get to see your husband relive days when you didn’t know him and see the joy of them both playing Star Wars legos in your dining room and talking about the characters – this happens in every family right? It better —
To see them both wearing fake vintage Star Wars t-shirts on the weekends makes me smile. It is something that I know Nate will pass on to his own son if he should be blessed enough to have one someday. Nate’s favorite swimsuit is a Star Wars themed one, as are many of his favorite shirts. He has Disney Star Wars characters like Jedi Mickey and Darth Goofy. Even at 6 years old, that boy appreciates the impact that Star Wars has had over many things. Don’t even get me started on Scott sharing his love of Disney too – that may be another post soon!
There have been a few times when we have encountered a boy that has little interest in Star Wars. It really doesn’t seem right. Even Hannah has minimally adopted a Star Wars love. Even she has Star Wars Disney Polly Pockets direct from Disney World!
Star Wars is one of those things that will live forever. I cant quite put my finger on what about it helps it endure but endure it does. Star Wars, Legos, Matchbox Cars, Baby Dolls, and for some families – although not in mine – , Barbie – There are probably a handful more toys that have really endured the test of time and probably a few more that endure in our families only because we loved them so much. I can say for sure though that I love that I am seeing my son start to become like his father in so many ways.
Kurt Schlosser / TODAYshow.comAt Seattle’s Comic-Con, fantasy and reality collided for the author’s 3-year-old son.by Kurt Schlosser
You’re welcome, George Lucas.
I’m that guy. I’m the original “Star Wars” fan from 30+ years ago who is passing the passion along to his son, a 3-year-old who wouldn’t have known a light saber from a paper towel roll if I hadn’t stepped in.
I’m the 41-year-old man-child who paws through piles of fake vintage T-shirts at Target trying to decide if Henry needs R2-D2 or Chewbacca or Darth Vader or the X-wing fighter or all of them.You haven’t been intimidated by a 3-year-old until one with a light saber asks you for ID on your way to the bathroom.
I’m the dad who surfs Craigslist looking for good buys on collectible action figures that no nerd in his right mind would put into the hands of a toddler.
Why do I do it? Why do I send more money to Lucas, who is clearly quite comfortable down on Skywalker Ranch? I guess because I’m a film fan and a toy fan and when you talk about combining the two, nobody did it better than Lucas with “Star Wars.”
I had mostly forgotten about the franchise after seeing “The Phantom Menace” at the theater in 1999. I didn’t bother with the next two films until they were out on DVD and I’ve never watched “The Clone Wars” TV series. Any toys I still had were packed away somewhere.
Then my son came along in 2007. And after a couple years of “Goodnight Moon” and yet another viewing of just part of “Cars,” I decided it was time to help my son get in touch with the true wonder of all things fake. I dug out a well-worn VHS copy of the original “Star Wars.” Henry was only about 2 1/2, he couldn’t read and I don’t think he was listening to classical music, but John Williams and the London Symphony got his attention in a heartbeat as the opening crawl moved across our TV screen.
“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away … dads spent time with their sons outside and saved their money for that child’s education, not plastic toys …” Wait, that’s not right!
It took one viewing for Henry to be hooked. I quickly moved to turn my young son into my lifelong sci-fi compatriot — albeit a well-rounded one who still liked books and baseball. We rewatched that first film and then moved on to “Empire Strikes Back” and “Return of the Jedi.”
When Henry moved out of his crib and his nursery became a big boy’s room, the first thing I hung on his wall was the original “Star Wars” movie poster. Now a life-size cardboard cutout of Han Solo stares down at Henry while he fires the cannons on a giant, plastic, vintage AT-AT walker that should be on a shelf out of his reach. His potty is covered in Darth Vader and Yoda stickers and every cup he puts to his mouth seems to have a spaceship on it.
It didn’t take long for my little project to get away from me. On the morning of his third birthday, we raced Henry down to Seattle’s version of Comic-Con where fantasy and reality collided brilliantly in an epic meeting of little boy and big men acting like little boys. “There’s stormtrooper! There’s Boba Fett! Mom, mom … it’s Luuuke!”
That afternoon, when Henry got three plastic light sabers and two blasters from friends at his “Star Wars”-themed birthday party, I worried about countless battles ahead. I’ve been slashed and blasted ever since, all to the sound of that John Williams theme music, which seems to be on a constant loop around our house, thanks to one of those musical birthday cards that is forever being opened and closed, opened and closed.
Oh well. I blame myself. I turned the movies on, I drove the car to the toy store, I surfed the internet for the right Millennium Falcon.
But there’s not any real guilt. I hooked my kid on a harmless fantasy about good and evil with loveable characters and loads of action and adventure. He builds “Star Wars” puzzles and loves flipping through books about the characters and the making of the films. On an airplane, seated next to you, he’s the quietest 3-year-old at 30,000 feet because he can’t take his eyes off Princess Leia on his DVD player. So there are worse things he could spend his time obsessing about.
And besides, the mania has slowed some in recent months.
“Dad, dad! … ‘Toy Story’!”
A man’s worth is measured by how he parents his children. What he gives them, what he keeps away from them, the lessons he teaches and the lessons he allows them to learn on their own. ~Lisa Rogers
I wanted to reflect for a min about father’s day and how that day has become more meaningful to me. A few years ago I was not sure what the heck was going to become of my family’s future. We were just starting to realize what we were dealing with: colon cancer. Although I certainly didn’t dwell on the what could happen scenarios, I can look back now and realize how lucky my family is.
Scott is a wonderful, caring person who sees the world at times with such wonderful childlike eyes. It is a quality that I lack so finding a ying to my yang was perfect. He is a wonderful father who is sharing in the raising the 2 amazing kids we created. They have so many great qualities that without question come from him. Having watched end of school year transitions with both Nate and Hannah this past week, I see those qualities coming out loud and clear. Scott is a great father. He shows sensitivity, strength, courage, humor and seriousness – all qualities that shine through when needed. He would give up anything for those kids – he knows it and more importantly, they know it.
I didn’t grow up living with my dad. My parent’s divorced when I was around 3 and my dad lived in another state for as long as I can remember. It is something that really did affect me long term. I remember moments where I wished I could do something with my dad – but he wasn’t around. We talked every Sunday and when he lived close, we saw each other regularly. Once he moved to California though, it was more like once or twice a year. That really isn’t much time to forge a meaningful father/daughter relationship. I am not blaming – it is what it is and I am who I am now because of all my past experiences. I am just happy that my kids don’t have to adjust to that sort of life, like I did.
Father’s teach their kids so many things. Things that are just not in my nature to even think about and for that, I am thankful. Here’s to many many many more Father’s Days!
12 years ago today, I married one of the greatest people I have ever met. We met at Aol. in Tucson, Arizona and from our first date on – we knew we would be together forever. I truly believe that when you find your perfect fit, you just know it – Scotty is my perfect fit.
I look at this picture on the left and realize how little we knew. We were so young. We went to Las Vegas to get married April 25,1998 – the start of our “official” lives together –
Who would have thought back then – bright eyed, young and full of adventure – we would be where we are now. We have been through so much together — great, great times and really, really and I mean really hard ones too. We have been to Disney way too many times together but each time – Scott astounds me with his kid like quality. We have been lucky enough to have created 2 of the most amazing children we have ever met and Yes, I recognize the bias but whatever! I laugh more when I am with him, I feel safe when I am with him, and I feel happy with him in my life.
After 12 years, I still look at Scotty and feel love.