With lots of love from C & C!!!
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Saturday, June 24, 2006
In Memory of Clarence Ramme
Colleen has shared many fond memories of time spent with her uncle Clarence. I wish I had had the opportunity to meet him.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Finally!!!
Yes, this fall I will actually have a full time teaching position. I will be the Alternative Learning Academy instructor at Mauston High School. Thank you all for your unwavering support and encouragement over the years.
*4+ Years of College
*$25,000+ in School Loans
*5 Years of Job Searching
*4 Years of Substitute Teaching (A.K.A. "Babysitting")
*Approximately 250 Resumes and 100+ Interviews
*$6,000 of Additional College Classes
*Most Important of all - The Support of All of My Friends and Family
ALL FOR 1 FULL TIME JOB!!!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Mary Jane Berg
The death of Mary Jane was completely unexpected and heart-breaking. I worked with Mary Jane at the Wis Dells Visitor's Bureau and I was always inspired by her ability to have a positive outlook on life. The news story describing her as an "elderly" woman is quite wrong. She might have been 72 but she was energetic and giving like a child. She will be greatly missed.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Edward "Bobb" Koehler
Edward “Bobb” Koehler, age 63 of Oxford, Wisconsin died Monday, February 27, 2006 at the University Hospital in Madison, Wisconsin with his family at his side.
I wish I had gotten to know Uncle Bobb better.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Poem - Valentines Day 2006
The world is often
wrong. But you remind
me to rise above the
squabbling
or
is it “sink below it.”
Either way,
it is safe.
You are there, and
I am better because
of the “us” we have.
There is something
beyond love,
greater than love,
other than love that
is so much a part of
what we have that
it seems silly that
we cannot
decide what to call it.
Until we name it
we can just smirk at
each other and know
that it is there.
wrong. But you remind
me to rise above the
squabbling
or
is it “sink below it.”
Either way,
it is safe.
You are there, and
I am better because
of the “us” we have.
There is something
beyond love,
greater than love,
other than love that
is so much a part of
what we have that
it seems silly that
we cannot
decide what to call it.
Until we name it
we can just smirk at
each other and know
that it is there.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Poem - We Old Men
We are now
twenty-seven. The gleam
is gone, the world
is awful, we’ve had no
part in it but picking up
pieces, trying to make whole
people again – of
ourselves, mostly.
Mike, you were the fighter
for those who had no fists,
and I was the voice for the
dumb. How wrong of us
to think anyone gave a damn?
Least of all those we “helped.”
No combat, no blood, but plenty
of gore, the ugliness of human nature
is the challenge of our days –
our nights – and for those who love us.
Products of a bleak time;
the only good left for us is
despair.
twenty-seven. The gleam
is gone, the world
is awful, we’ve had no
part in it but picking up
pieces, trying to make whole
people again – of
ourselves, mostly.
Mike, you were the fighter
for those who had no fists,
and I was the voice for the
dumb. How wrong of us
to think anyone gave a damn?
Least of all those we “helped.”
No combat, no blood, but plenty
of gore, the ugliness of human nature
is the challenge of our days –
our nights – and for those who love us.
Products of a bleak time;
the only good left for us is
despair.