Caregiver Blues

His eyes flutter open and dart around the room, looking for something familiar.  I am at his side.  “It’s ok Daddy, I’m right here.”  He looks at me with panic, then confusion and then sadness.  “Where am I?  Why have they not moved me to a regular room?  How long does it take?”  I tell him that the rooms on the main floor are filled, he is not moving, he has to stay put for the time being.  We are in the []

A Daughter’s Plea

Before you even read this post I want to ask you a question:  Do you smoke?  If the answer is yes, just quit dammit.  Just quit.  That is my plea to my Daddy.  That is my plea to all smokers.  Just quit.  And I get that it is not that easy.  God KNOWS I get that.  I am working through my Dad’s addiction to nicotine so PLEASE do not try to give me the same excuses.  I know it is hard to []

Shrimp Veracruzana (kind of)

So my Daddy just came home from a ten (10) day stay at the VA hospital due to being in AFib and having Congestive Heart Failure.  Our struggle will be healthy eating and the removing of cigarettes from his daily regimen.  I will be posting recipes as I come across them and try them out (along with pictures).  In my struggle to find good food that Dad finds tastes worthy, I hope to maybe change my own diet and lifestyle habits.  So, []

He said the only con he was running was to make me love him for the rest of my life. Little did he know, I was running the same con.

He lives his life like his ass is on fire.  Plain and simple.  If it has wheels, he has raced it…shifter carts, drag cars, bikes…  If it has wings, he has jumped from it…from the side, from the back, helicopters.  If it can attain high speeds he has crashed it…corvettes, too-small-canopies.  And if he has raced it or jumped from it or wrecked it – odds are he can rebuild it or repair it.  He is beyond mechanically inclined.  He volunteers to charge []

I told him I was broken and he responded, “Aren’t we all?”

***Disclaimer folks, this is a long one.  But, I’m the storyteller so I get to tell it in as many words as I want. Until last weekend there were two instances that ripped my heart in half.  The most traumatic moment of my life was when I had to tell my Daddy that Ma had died and then hearing his agony in the minutes that felt like centuries after.  The second happened in September 2011 when my daughter was rafting the Gauntlet []

Who are the Rodriguez Brothers?!? F##k the Rodriguez Brothers!

I am sitting here shaking my head on this one.  I am smiling.  And I am picturing Bobby who giggled when I did his body shot.  It’s business as usual at the hanger. Who ARE the Rodriguez Brothers?  ((proper response)) FUCK the Rodriguez Brothers!!  The Rodriguez Brothers are a private group of skydivers who must go through an intricate initiation and perform ritualistic dancing before they are accepted into the clan.  They are given a new name and presented to the family []

Let the good times roll.

I have to say, I believe this was the best Memorial Day weekend I have ever had.  I could almost end my blog on that one sentence because it holds so much truth to it.  However… the weekend was long and this blog will be longer… it’s a long read folks, just letting you know… 🙂 I requested time off (from my “real” job) for Monday (Memorial Day) because we had three days of jumping available at the DZ.  I was late getting []

Who is Tunney Hunsaker?

Original blogpost can be found on the Adventures on the Gorge website:  http://www.class-vi.com/rafting/ Who Is Tunney Hunsaker? For those of you who have made the journey to Fayette Station, traveling the winding road to the New River, you are all-to-familiar with the smaller bridge “down below”, the one with the sign that reads “Tunney Hunsaker Bridge”.  Have you ever asked yourself, who IS this Tunney Hunsaker?  Well my friend, I am here to answer that question for you. Tunney Morgan Hunsaker was []

The Other Lake

Original blogpost was for Adventures on the Gorge and can be found here:  http://adventurewestvirginia.com/vacations/the-other-lake/ The Other Lake For ten years, I lived just outside of New York City. On my visits home, usually within my first twelve hours back in Fayette County, I would find myself exploring Plum Orchard Lake as if it were my first time there. The hustle-bustle of metropolitan life and the cacophony of city-sounds were always sensory-rich but there was something about the gentle sway of the pier, []

Who needs Barbie, I had Knieval!

When I was a little girl, I lived in a holler in West Virginia.  Life was quiet and a lot of times I was left to my own imagination.  My Ma bought me toys like the bags of plastic multi color animals, Star Wars action figures and one of my greatest loves of all – the Evil Knieval doll, complete with motorcycle.  He had a cape (or maybe I made him a cape, I cannot remember) and a red wind-em-up apparatus that []