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All Hands on Deck!!

Posted by on Aug 16, 2015 in Blog | 0 comments

All Hands on Deck!!

I hoisted the birdbath bowl over my head and walked to the office.  Minutes earlier, Mama had taken on the task of cleaning out the muck and placing it in the sun to dry.   Now, I placed the birdbath on the stand and realized thirty years ago the birdbath entered our family. My father wasn’t a supporter of child labor laws, but in my fifth and sixth grade years it certainly felt like he was.  Directly across the street from our home was a flower nursery.  Dad thought I needed to learn work skills.  My entrance to the workforce started with me punching a time clock after school at our...

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Buss Family Vacation!!

Posted by on Aug 4, 2015 in Blog | 0 comments

Buss Family Vacation!!

  Starting out at four thirty in the morning. Driving 700 hundred miles on the first day. Riding through the painted desert with no air conditioning. Two meals per day, breakfast and dinner, because there was no reason to stop sightseeing for lunch. These are just a few of the many memories from my childhood family vacations.  My parents took our family from coast to coast.  We were introduced  to multiple national monuments and historical sites.  All of this helped create the foundation for what I believed were “traditional” family vacations. Fast forward twenty five years and I find...

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Farts, Drums and Other Sounds of Life

Posted by on May 4, 2015 in Blog | 0 comments

Spend time in any family for an extended time and you’ll be amazed at what you hear.  Our family is no different. With a family of five boys some of the common things we hear are centered on bodily functions or  personal hygiene. “Ok, who just farted?”  Followed by giggles and then howling laughter from multiple boys. “Did you brush your teeth. . . . in the last few days?” “If I can sit here and smell you, it means you need a shower!” “But I did shower. . . .”  Either Kelly or myself reply, “When?”  “Um. . . .last week.” “Use deodorant!!  A lot of it!!”...

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Running and Drumming. . . . “The Beat Goes On”

Posted by on Feb 18, 2015 in Blog | 1 comment

Running and Drumming. . . . “The Beat Goes On”

I enjoy running.  A great marathoner and cross country runner, I am not.  But I am a general enthusiast who will run an occasional 5k race and has aspirations to train for longer events. I lack rhythm.  After roughly nine years of piano lessons, recitals and competitions, one would think that enough practice would generate some level of inherent beat.  Alas, my wife and I have wisely chosen to forgo dancing because the only way I avoid stepping on her toes involves a continual tap, tap, tap on my shoulders. Our family likes to do things together.  Well, really our boys don’t have much...

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“We Don’t Play Like That!!” (but some of us do. . . . )

Posted by on Feb 9, 2015 in Blog | 0 comments

“We Don’t Play Like That!!”  (but some of us do. . . . )

“We don’t play like that in my family,” Kelly exclaimed in the midst of a late night card game with me, my parents and my grandmother, affectionately called Mama. Late night card games sitting around the kitchen table at Mama’s lake house.  Moonlight  cascaded over the calm, quiet waters and seemed a stark contrast to the card games inside.  Not only had the grandkids played games for years, but almost every boyfriend or girlfriend had been initiated to the process as well.  It was tradition. Mama didn’t miss a beat, “Don’t play like what?” “We aren’t allowed to gang up on people during...

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Runaway Tractor

Posted by on Jan 31, 2015 in Blog | 1 comment

Runaway Tractor

Silently determined.  Two very apt words to describe Papa.  Of course “pop” psychology would label it passive aggressive, but no official medical degrees exist in this household so we can pick whatever words we want. Infatuated with tractors. . . Another key description of my father and vital for this story.  In fact, many of my best memories of dad center around a tractor.  Standing on the side of the old Ford 2000 while we moved hay bales, riding on his lap on the Gravely mowing the family yard, or merely both of us riding in the truck pulling lawn mowers for the next job on the list....

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