Had class at UNR today. 

Was the oldest one in my class, including the teacher.

sigh. 

MY BOY

This past weekend we went to Sacramento for Jeffrey's basketball tournament.  He's been playing with the Reno Ballers for a few months now and he loves it. I am not a sports lover, but basketball is one of the few sports I actually enjoy watching.  More than anything, however, I loved watching my 12 year old have fun, try hard, and become so passionate about the moment he was in. 

Man, I love this kid. 

LIFE

"ITS NOT ABOUT THE AMOUNT OF YEARS LEFT IN YOUR LIFE, BUT RATHER, THE AMOUNT OF LIFE LEFT IN YOUR YEARS"
My goals for 2010 LIFE:
1. laugh more
2. judge less
3. be more proactive, less inactive
4. believe the best about everyone
5. forgive everyone for everything
6. pray
7. give those I love quality time and make sure they know how much I love them
8. live in a such a way that would cause me to regret nothing

Almost two weeks in...

to 2010. I have to say, so far it has been nothing that I was expecting.

My dad successfully made it through brain surgery. The past couple weeks have been difficult with everything involving my pops. Emotions that go from balanced and confident to depressed and tearful, and back again. I am so thankful for my family thus far. Brian has been on the front line dealing with the doctors, grilling them, researching on his own, asking every possible question under the sun, and then relaying the information back to us. Needless to say his stress level is through the roof. Poor little Mo has to deal with being oh so far away during all of this which makes it almost unbearable for her. Paddy has been silently strong, but equally stressed. My mom has handled everything thus far with grace and class, doing her best to not let her worries and fears get the best of her. I have noticed my love for my dad and his wife Beccy has been getting deeper by the day. I have had every possible emotion pass through my body. For the most part I have been sitting in silence processing every minute. I haven't wanted to be talkative at all. I have been flooded with so many childhood memories lately. Almost every childhood memory I have with my dad is a happy one. He is a hard worker, he is a giver, he is a superstar grandpa, he is a fighter. He has been our "hub". I am so thankful to be back in Reno and closer to my family. Life is short. I am so thankful for every member of my family. They are all a part of who I am.

WHY?

does life have to hurt so much?