A disclaimer for my earlier rants: I am blessed. Truly blessed. I have the strongest most impossible motivators to ignore.They make me want to be the best person I can be. Just look at that face, that tiny little hand. Tell me she doesn’t make you want to harness the moon and slay all the dragons. Isn’t the Psycho scream shot an interesting contrast, kind of playing off the whole good vs evil theme?
Pretty sick of people not taking responsibility for their actions. Pretty sad that so many people miss opportunities. A drunk driver and an amazing entrepreneur. So you all know about the crash on our block, the 46 year old drunk driver and the fact that he’d done it twice. Well yesterday I met with a guy, 56 years old, and just living the life. He went from owning several ski outfitter shops to operating an incredible rafting and kayaking business. He didn’t have a perfect plan, just a willingness to adapt and work hard. So now he works alongside one of the most beautiful stretches of Adirondack wilderness surrounded by people who love what they are doing. The 46 year old pathetically tried to…
Man charged with second DWI in two weeks By DON LEHMAN [email protected] on 8/31/2006 GLENS FALLS — A Queensbury man was arrested on felony drunken driving and unlicensed operation charges after he hit two parked cars late Tuesday, the second time in two weeks he was charged with felony driving while intoxicated, police said. When asked by police how much he had had to drink, Robert L. Edwards, 46, of 4 Barber Ave., replied “too much,” Glens Falls Police Chief Joseph Bethel said. His blood-alcohol content was found to be 0.31 percent, nearly quadruple the DWI threshold of 0.08 percent, police said. Edwards was free on his own recognizance at the time of his arrest Tuesday, after being arrested on felony DWI and aggravated…
9 o’clock on a Tuesday night and I’m reading Briar a bedtime story.We’re cuddled up in the big, pink striped reading chair.Dora and the Big Dig is the current book du jour.All of a sudden I hear the sound of a tire exploding outside the window.I squeeze Briar. An eerie silence hangs heavily outside.Every hair on me is standing on end as I scoop Briar in my arms and look out her window.Nothing. No lights. No sound. Blackness and sadness. I hurry downstairs with Briar cradled tight against my chest as I call for Sean.He’s already out the front door and on the front walk. The scene: A mangled sedan, a parked suburban rammed up on the sidewalk, the car in front of it…
Here she is. Gloriously happy. Sunny. Goofy. How could I not insert a picture with both of them?