Thursday, May 28, 2009

Pomp and Circumstance

Its the end of May and so graduation has been on my mind lately.

Its been one year since my wife graduated from college. Hard to believe!
She went back to school, signing up for classes in 2001, to get a degree that she always wanted. She also got pregnant with Josh that same Fall! So while it took longer than four years, Michelle graduated with her Bachelors in 2008 and we are all so proud of her!

I graduated from St. Vincent College in Latrobe in 1991! It doesn't seem that long ago!

For the longest time I thought I would go in to law. Courtrooms always fascinated me and I was blessed with a gift for gab that I thought would be put to good use in situations like that! But when I declared my major I went in to accounting.

That lasted one semester!

About half-way through I realized that the gentleman teaching me accounting 101 could not add. He was a whiz at law, but even at 8:00 am it was pretty obvious that I didn't want to do this for a living.

To be fair it wasn't all that one teacher's fault. I had a heck of a time adjusting to college. I never had to study in High School so college was a big surprise. You actually had to DO work...not just give back to the teacher what they told you!

So by the middle of the semester I was ready to change majors and stopped going to my accounting class...except for the tests...which I failed miserably! LOL!

That was the one and only time I ever failed a class on any level!

So with no idea what I wanted to do a friend invited me to meet the head of the Communication department, Fr. Andrew Campbell.

There was a pizza party (and what college freshman is going to pass up free pizza?) in what passed as the television studio on campus. What it really was was a large white room in the basement of one of the dorms. They had two cameras and an old switcher and some VHS tape machines. (This was 1988 remember.)

I fell in love with the place instantly!

The next year I was knee deep in speech classes and mass media classes. I started hosting a radio show (which could only be heard on campus...and then just barely) one night a week.

By my Junior year I was working for Fr. Andrew and heading the Radio Club.

Senior year we were producing a weekly television show, hosting the radio show once a week, video taping the events on campus and handling the in-campus television station.

Needless to say I was in heaven!

Graduation came too fast senior year. That last semester was the exact opposite of my first one. I was taking only two classes (both lower level ones needed to fill requirements) and had three independent studies with Fr. Andrew. Basically I had to do my job and turn some papers in!

We had a blast that year!

But all good things must come to an end and graduation brought that great big dose of reality that we all get at some point in our lives.

I was working three jobs...two different radio stations that each had an AM and FM location, plus for my Dad...dating a girl from college and generally running all the time.

A year or so later I had one job and no girlfriend and lots of free time!

But I digress.

I doubt I'll ever be asked to speak at any commencement ceremonies so here is what I would tell any graduates if I had the chance:

Do what you enjoy and enjoy what you do.

You to get live your life only once, but you can change your path at any time.

No one gets everything right the first time...or every time. Mistakes are part of life and if you think you don't make them then you aren't trying hard enough!

Stop sometimes and look at where you are and remember where you came from. Those two things are more important then where you think you are going.

Material things are just that...things. Things can be replaced. Don't hold on to tightly to things that are dear to you. Hold on to the people who hold you dear.

And remember that its OK to stand up for what you believe in, but also remember that someone else may disagree just as strongly with you...and they think its OK to stand up for what they believe in too.

~ Glenn

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Daddy's home...

Man...been awhile since I posted a blog and I apologize! Life has a way of doing that to you, but I have a bunch of stuff so look fore more frequent updates again!

Today I wanted to talk about Tom Brady who says he is healthy and ready to play football again after a season ending injury in game one last year.

Well, who gives a rat's ass?

I mean we're talking about ONE player injured in the NFL.

A man* who plays for a known cheater and philanderer.

A guy who got one woman pregnant...and then married another.

A guy who's stats suddenly got inflated when one of the greatest receivers (when he feels like it) joined his team. Hell, Randy Moss can make ANY QB look good!

So he says he's ready to play.

Whoo hoo.

Listen to me NFL...the fans of the OTHER teams get tired of the ass-kissing of Tom Brady (although I'm sure he doesn't).

Mr. Brady is another player who played on a good team and in a smart system. He was part of three teams that won Super Bowls (thanks to one of the most accurate kickers in NFL history as much as Tom.)

I don't want to see anyone injured for life...but please...he had the best docotrs and round the clock care. He didn't have to worry about where he next check was coming from or if he could afford to feed his family (or families as it is).

He's another over-paid athlete that has been deified by a star-worshiping media.

So lets kock the crap off now and no one will get hurt.

~ Glenn

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Fat

Kind of a bunch of inter-related thoughts this morning so bear with me.

My brother in law got to come home this past Saturday. While he's not up to 100% yet and is still dealing with doctor visits and getting healthy it will probably do him good to just be at home instead of in a hospital bed.

As I've posted before we started a group for him over on Facebook with the intention of getting lots of prayers and support for him and my sister in law. Another reason was to try and get some help for them both with the house they are building and with what will surely be large bills from the amount of medicine he is to be on.

I had the bright idea of having a weight loss marathon to raise money.

It made sense to me on every level:
  1. Since his problem was a fatty liver it would do some of us good to look at losing some weight ourselves.
  2. Its the kind of thing that while raiding money also makes the people participating feel good about themselves.
  3. I needed to lose some weight and with an actual goal and some motivation I think I can do it this time for good.

So I went to my doctor to get an official weight to start from.

That's all I wanted.

Instead I got a full check up since I had not been there in almost two years.

Mistake!

My blood pressure was up, my weight was up.

Now I'm used to the doctor yelling at me about my weight. I fluctuate a good bit and have been well over my average weight for almost ten years now, but this time she was serious.

Get the weight off and get my blood pressure down or its on blood pressure medicine.

For the record I take no medicine at all. My blood work has always been stellar despite my poor health habits.

So I am exercising every morning, eating five small meals rather than three big ones and watching my calorie intake.

But I haven't started the marathon yet! So I wanted to throw the idea out there and see who else wants to participate.

My idea would be to get sponsors per pound or as a flat donation. You would have to give an official start weight and then an end weight and we could set up an account for Jimmy for his medical needs.

I thought about calling it "Losing it for Jimmy" but I'm always open to ideas!

Any thoughts just post a message here or on face book or drop me a line at glennheller@zoomitnernet.net

Thanks.

~ Glenn