I am a highway.....

It's been a while since I have blogged... I mean really sat down and typed something meaningful out. My life has been busy with events, matters and time itself to allow me to take time. First comes down to work.

Job

I love my job. I am passionate about it and love that I have changed the lives of people. It has kept in me in shape and toned my legs. But yet it's not paying me enough to live life. I have a Champagne taste on a beer budget. I have been looking for a second job. It seems that there are so many other people out there trying to get that same job I am applying for. It hard i think to have a second job and trying to find a job during the day that will give me an hour or so to head home and refresh before the second job.

Family.

My family is doing well. My sister will graduate for Oregon State this upcoming weekend. I am so proud of here. She is the second in the family to graduate. She has worked so hard and spent much time and gave up social events and family time towards her degree. It's a huge payoff for her. She makes me proud and she is going to be awesome in the health field. GO RAC!!!

Myself-

I myself am doing well. I haven't been running in a week which is hard for me. I need to stay active so I do not get larger than I need to be. I will today start running again. 5-6 miles are on today. I am also going to start reading about. I can't care what's it about as long as I am not being a slong (a lazy way of being lazy in my own words) I need to challenge my mind.

Future

My future is well uncertain at the time being. I don't know what the future holds for me. All I can hope for is that it will turn out great!

D.C

Princessa

Life lessons

I loved the Dr. Seuss book about the Sneetches! Only cuz it taught me not to judge or trust "Fix-it up chappies"

Themed songs...

Grandpa

Twelve years have passed since the death of my grandfather Leroy F. Ward. His birthday was this past weekend. He would of be 91. He was born in the 1920 in Thermal California. He moved to the Siskiyou country which is in the northern part of California. He was a logger, teacher's aid and a bus driver for the local high school called Happy Camp where my grandmother still lives currently.

He served in World War II from 1942 to 1946. I remember him telling me stories about shoot the japanese and other horror stories about war. He was a charter and life member of the VFW Post in Happy Camp. He enjoyed fishing and hunting. Watching his grandchildren grown.

My best memory I have of my grandfather was when I was a child. Each summer our parents would sent two or three of us kids to spent time with our grandparents. Well my grandfather would take us to the local dump with him to unload the trash or other junk we no longer needed. I remember there was brown bears there. It was the first time I ever saw a bear in my life. My grandfather brought some sandwiches with us. After we unloaded the brown truck, we sat there eating our sandwiches and tossing a few chunks to them. The time I spent with him bonding over nature and bears made me love him even more. Taking the time to talk to me about the things in nature and about the life he was lived and not to talk things lightly. To fight for what I believe in and that I can become whatever I wanted.

I miss him deeply. There are times I want to call him up and ask for advice or for one more bear hugs. One last kung fu kick from him, or a lift up. My grandfather was 6'6'.

I alway think about you Grandpa Leroy.

Easter...

Easter for me wasn't about finding plastic egg filled with candy. It was a religion things for my family. Getting new clothes for church. Whether it be a shirt, sweater, dress, shoes or a new suit. I loved wearing a suit to church. It made me feel special. Other children would hate them but I was a ham in that suit of mine. Girls in my sunday school wanted to talk with me, other parents telling me how adorable I am and my mother proud that I am not going to dirty suit. Last that evening we would have all our family over for dinner. Mom would make a ham or some type of pork. While everyone pitched in with getting everything set up. We ate our dinner together as a family. It was a happy time in my life. My grandparents would give each of us kids 5 or so dollars. Our Aunt would bring some toy or something to give to us.

Other memory I have is when my mother was a RN at a nursing home. They would put on an easter egg hunt for the children or the workers and patients families. I remember that my sister and I got new outfits. I got a new argyle sweater with the colors of baby blue, spring green and easter pink. My sister dressed in a spring mint green dress with a matching hat. It was a sunny easter day and I remember all the staff member setting the patients outside with plastic eggs to hand out the the children. I now find it odd that in order for these patients to have any social interaction with the outside whole they had to give them something to give out. But even as I child i was told not to talk to strangers and yet these people I have never meet or known are giving me free things. Anyways I was scared and when it was time to gather eggs I cried and ran to my mother for comfort. My sister at a fearless age gather eggs from all the patients and happy like a clam. I didn't receive any eggs that year.

So in closing my feelings for easter are mixed. I enjoy due to family gatherings and good memories and yet dislike it do to the fact that candy, eggs and the idea of a bunny hiding egg for children to find... Oh well,

Happy Easter!

Derek

World Premiere

Of the Glee Flash Mob I was in

Movement....

I live for dance movement. Yesterday was my one year anniversary for doing a flash mob for my first time. I was on the A-team. The main dancers. In these pictures is the other dancers I was dancing with. So many great dancers and energies everyone bought with them. I can't believe how many people were here for this one. So many glee lovers! I was again on A-team. Turning and leaping into the air, twisting my body into different shapes and dance lines. Becoming very staccato. Hitting high and getting low. Using quick and slow movements. It was an experience. A video will be out of this mob that I was just in. Movement is all around us. You just need to know how to control it!