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Weekly Challenge 1: Nothing Alaming

Welcome to the first in a series of weekly challenges. This first one is “nothing alarming”, and anyone should be able to do it.

Simply pick a time you’re comfortable waking up. Set an alarm, and wake up when it goes off.

What’s the challenge here? For some it may be waking up to an alarm. But here’s the kicker… No using the “snooze” and you have to wake up at the same time on the weekend (and tomorrow if you have it off).

To join the challenge search in for “WC01” or go to my goal page where you can find it and join in. Each day when you wake up to your alarm, be sure to “check in” on

Photo Journal for 3/8/2015

Me and the infamous puke bucket got very familiar today. Can’t remember the last time I felt this lousy (don’t think I have at least in my adult life)

charity:water update

Wow. Just the other day I received an updated report on what my 2012 birthday campaign helped achieve and I have to say I’m absolutely floored. The $1001 we raised helped over 860 people!

Let me say that again, you helped over 860 people.

There’s a reason I’ve always been a big fan of charity:water and these types of results just help to reinforce that belief. Take a look at the projects here: Project Page

Wow. Just wow. And THANK YOU!!!

Missing You

I sit here on the eve of your death some 15 years ago. Of course I’ve had a few and have been listening to Runaway Train and Crazy Train a number of times. Not even sure why I’m writing this, but of course I do. It’s because I miss you. My girls miss you. And they never met you. You eliminated that possibility.

For years I’ve tried to come to terms with why you did what you did. I still can’t say I understand. I can’t say that I’ll ever be able to let it go.

Try figuring out how to explain suicide to a brilliant 6 year old, or a 4 year old that won’t stop asking questions. Sure I’ve read the articles. The thing is, kids aren’t dumb. So instead we just stick with the fact that Uncle Scott died. We already have to deal with tears just for that fact. Often for no apparent reason.

Why not just write this in a “journal”? Because the thing is that in the “adult world” we like to gloss over the issue. We make gun to the head gestures in jest not knowing the potential pain we’re bringing to those nearby. We take the “righteous” and “pious” positions that suicide is a sin or that the person who committed suicide was “weak” or “cowardly”.

Maybe, but what gives you the right? WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT???

The thing is, suicide takes someone from a family. From loved ones. From people who care about them.

Even if they’ve screwed up. Even if they’ve done stupid things. Even if [insert your own reason].

The point is… I would argue that mental illness is a real thing. It’s not a weakness unless by weakness you mean a deficiency in some area that most of us have plenty of reserves (or at lease enough to make it through).

To wrap up this rant let me just say…

  • I apologize to any coworkers
  • I’m sorry Mom and Dad (let me know if you want me to delete this. I may anyway)
  • Even if my girls never see this they mean more to me than words can ever describe and it makes me appreciate how far my parents have come, because I’m not sure I could be so strong.
  • I miss you Scott

Anyway, I’ll close with the poignant words to Runaway Train…

Promised myself I wouldn’t weep. One more promise I couldn’t keep. It seems no one can help me now. I’m in too deep there’s no way out…

Can you help me remember how to smile? Make it somehow all seem worthwhile? How on earth did I get so jaded? …

It seems no one can help me now. I’m in too deep there’s no way out. This time I have really led myself astray.

Bought a ticket on a runaway train. Like a mad man laughing at the rain. Little out of touch. Little insane. Just easier than dealing with the pain.

Let me help you buy or sell that house!

It may have been a little quiet around here lately, but that’s because I’ve been hard at work studying for my real estate sales license. Fortunately, I passed the exam on Thursday and am now free to help anyone buy or sell real estate in the state of Michigan!

Visit my new site at (note it’s still under some construction)

Why did I want to get my license? It’s actually been something I’ve been interested in for a long time, and briefly considered probably 6 or 7 years ago. With a strong interest and actual background in finances, technology, business, and sales I figured that should pair well with my interest in Real Estate. In addition, I’ve been selling real estate Call Capture Hotlines to real estate agents and mortgage brokers for the last 9 years.

What differentiates me and why would someone want to work with me? I would say it’s a combination of personality fit, professionalism, and competence. As anyone who has worked with me before knows, I have a reputation for getting things done and putting my client first. I’m not going to gush all over you or sit and gab your ear off, but I will provide you my 12+ years of technology and finance experience, 10+ years sales and marketing experience, and my reputation for success. Most of all, I don’t think you’ll find another agent in the area with anywhere close to my background and skills.

I would love a chance to put my money where my mouth is and help you buy or sell that home! Contact me today:

The Single Easiest Habit Change to Improve Your Life Forever #1aDay

This one thing has made a huge difference in my life. Find out about it by reading the full article here

Happy birthday America

As I sit here watching “The Patriot” I can’t help but be appreciative of all those who have sacrificed for the dream and reality that is America. Those who gave the ultimate sacrifice and those who left their families – if even for a short time – in service of a cause they considered greater than themselves.

In salute of all the Patriots: Abe Lincoln, Alexander Hamilton, George Washington, John Adams, Sam Adams, Ben Franklin, Teddy Roosevelt, George Patton, General Sherman, General Grant, FDR, those who will never be known (the unknown soldiers), and many many more I am ever grateful to have been born in this wonderful Land of Opportunity.

As a parent, I haven’t the luxury of principles. I have long feared that my sins will come back to haunt me – and the weight is more than I can bare.

Thank you again to all who have sacrificed so that we may pursue happiness.