Dose Of Doug
We finally did it. After nearly twenty years of marriage, two kids now 10 and 7, three cats, two hamsters, opossums, birds, turtles, fish ducks and more, we got a dog.
Been on Facebook a few years, I get a few “likes” here and there for things I post. But it’s my public CBS 11 News Facebook page, that left me speechless this weekend. I’ve posted everything from fun, goofy posts, to serious information. But nothing has ever gotten the kind of attention, like what I posted on Friday.
If curiosity killed the cat, that cat must have had it coming. Curiosity is one of the greatest blessings we have. One of the proudest parts of being a father is helping foster curiosity.
I’m just going to come out and say how I feel each and every year when we get here. Why does it have to come down to a holiday to give thanks? For some of you, it doesn’t. Me neither.
With the benefit of hindsight, I reflect back to the summer, when I dropped my two kids off at a Tae Kwon Do camp. They had never really been exposed to traditional martial arts.
Even though I cast my vote for President on Tuesday morning, my mind was made up long ago on who impresses me the most as a leader. My mom, Inge Dunbar.
Random thoughts from a worn out triathlete! Season’s over, and I am glad! Triathlon has been one of my passions of choice the last few years, and I just wrapped up the season.
Monday brought the news that Lance Armstrong officially lost his Tour de France titles, all seven of them, and he is now banned from competitive cycling for life. Not a shock.
Came home last night, and found this note on the kitchen counter, and another one from my daughter. The notes were congratulating daddy on a successful “rating book” as we call it in TV news. […]
I am usually pretty good, at having good days. Even when things aren’t going right, I’ll do my best to turn it around.
Larry Mowry’s forecast called for sun and 60 degree weather on Sunday. He was right, but the front slowed and his forecast was about six hours late in arriving. Not his fault, for sure, but made for a cold, gloomy, overcast 56-mile bike ride. I thought of Larry a few times.
70.3. That’s how many miles there are in a half Ironman competition. This is the year I’ve promised myself that I will travel that 70.3.