I went to school at Oregon State University, home of the Beavers.
I grew up rooting for the Ducks though. The likes of Kenny Wheaton, Joey Harrington, the Lukes and Freddy Jones (basketball) – those were some teams and players I was into.
Then, thanks to scholarships, I chose Oregon State and became a Beaver fan.
Now most Oregon State fans are pretty anti-Duck. Don’t get me wrong I am too, but today is a special day. First, let me tell you why I am no longer a Duck fan.
First, it’s frustrating to see their program receive SO MUCH FUNDING from Papa Phil. It’s not fair, it’s flashy and it feels pretty corrupt. Then you throw into the mix, their actual legal issues, the bandwagoners, the fact that the entire world knows them and has never heard of the Beavers, etc – it makes it pretty easy to call them the bad guys. Plus, Duck fans can be real jerks – not all of them, but my biased view says there are more jerks per capita than Beaver fans.
Unlike some Beaver fans I know, I generally root for the Ducks when not facing my Beavs. Today, I invite all Beaver fans to join me as this is a momentous day. The Pac-12 needs to be recognized as a football conference, and unfortunately, the Ducks are the only team with a chance to do so in the recent past and future. It’s the first year of a playoff and therefore really valuable to have an Oregon team win the banner. And for these reasons, today I enthusiastically bellow,
In 2015 and every year after, I resolve to live as my most authentic self.
I feel like a lot of my life I have lived trying to appear perfect when I am in fact far from it. I accept that, but didn’t want the world to have to. The consequence of that behavior is when imperfections surface, they are harder to deal with – more for me than for anyone else, I imagine.
Here are a few facts about me I’ve tried to keep under wraps:
I’m really stubborn and incredibly impatient sometimes. (That one I don’t hide as well.)
I’m agnostic. (That will only shock a select few.)
I have vices. I smoke cigarettes on occasion, for example. (I’m really not proud of that one.)
That felt good. Hopefully that gets the ball rolling on me being more honest with myself.
Today I watched This is Where I Leave You. It’s a movie about a family that at the request of their deceased father, spend Shiva together to work out their dysfunctions.
For some obvious reasons, I found the movie relatable. Beyond that sentiment, it is full of some great actors, is set in a small town and promotes a message of openness, closeness and honesty for a healthy family unit.
It’s so hard to lose someone important to you, but it teaches you so much about what is important. If you can relate to that statement, I recommend watching this film.
So I’ve been saying (too often) lately that 2014 was a bust. The year was awful and we should just forget about it altogether.
If you are up to speed with my life this past year, hopefully you understand my sentiment.
Or at least my former sentiment.
I really don’t like thinking about 2014 that way. Some of the worst things I’ve experienced occurred in 2014, but those should not eclipse the beautiful things that occurred. The beautiful things are what make it possible to overcome the sad things.
I have a smart friend who shared this ‘Goodbye 2014’ list with me:
most beautiful moment
most influential people
a way in which you’ve grown
most walked in shoes
anthems and mantras
relics and important objects
something you’re most proud of
I thought this was a very healthy exercise and I invite you to think about those things too. Especially if you feel like 2014 was a throwaway year.
There is a book and general ‘be a good person’ philosophy out there called, How Full is Your Bucket?
Read it if you find what follows interesting. Also check out StrengthsFinder 2.0 if you are looking to get to know yourself a little better.
Anyway, I’ve always associated this book with FFA programs because it has been part of some of their curriculum. I was really surprised, and pleasantly so, when Morgan, my five-year-old niece, competently explained ‘bucket fillers’ and ‘bucket dippers’ to me.
The general idea is that we are all vessels that need filling. There are people walking around filling others up, and there are people walking around taking away. Avoid the dippers, attract the fillers.
I believe there is a kids version of this book they must be using in the Kindergarten classroom, but I’m both surprised and pleased to see such young kids learning this lesson. Imagine in grade school, when someone was a shithead, being able to say, “Hey man, you’re really being a bucket dipper. Shape up or ship out.”
I’m thinking about pulling a Billy Madison and running back through the school system. I have a feeling I’ll be a better person on the other side. Plus, I’d probably kick so much ass at Junior Jeopardy.
Since she is completely my life right now, I feel it’s okay to write about the little pup’s development.
We’re on day three, and the relationship is coming along nicely. As a Heeler, and a puppy in general, she is really good at following me (sometimes a little too underfoot, but she’ll figure that out). She and Ruby had a great day on Sunday too. Ruby will be a tremendous mentor.
She is getting more into her toys, and less into distracting threads, carpet snags and shoes. She also has really gotten good at climbing stairs, even though she is a pip squeak. Of course the biggest win this morning is how good she is getting at her crate.
I received some great advice from an undisclosed dog owner, who said if she’s in too big of a crate, she will probably poop and pee in it, which could lead to her thinking that is a great place to do that sort of disgusting act. So I took that tiny crate and made it into a little Russian Nesting Doll scenario. I’m sure it’s not necessary, but I just like the idea that she’ll never have to ‘move out.’
So after a few days, she’s growing big and strong and smart. I’m pretty pleased.
Here. Watch her dominate these stairs without any regard for her training blocks.