Last Friday began a series that will run all week called Dating Drama.  Whether you’re dating or not, you know someone who is.  This might be a chance for you to contribute, comment and encourage those who are.

Some people have great relationships, some not.

Friday night my boyfriend texted me. He dumped me; by TEXT!

When I asked him for an explanation, his reply was, “What are you talking about? I didn’t break up with you.” Apparently, he had meant the text for someone else. He was breaking up with another girlfriend (that I didn’t know about).

Whale watching — when we finally saw some — was amazing!

While we paid for a whale watching tour — which was educational — according to Hawaiian laws boats could not be closer to the whales than one hundred yards.  Fortunately, while watching from shore on Oahu we were that close, and closer at times.

One evening on Maui we saw two male humpback whales battling over a female.

The first whale rose up out of the water and fluke-slapped [his tail] seven times.  And, then again, fifteen times.  And, finally, eight more.  Then nothing; we guessed someone was declared the winner.  We could hear the sound of the flukes slapping the water from the shore!

I’ve sat here for a while trying to figure out to write.  I know I’m writing “my story”.

“Hello”, says my self-talk, “it’s YOUR *&^* story, how hard can it be to write about yourself?!?”  Well, it’s hard because I’m only giving myself one day to write about my wife Amy as part of “My Story”. 

Tears started…great…crying in Caribou!  [PAUSE button engaged!]

Composed and now at home, let me tell you about my best friend, Amy.

Amy is adorable, beautiful, caring, determined, efficient, forgiving, generous, heart-felt, intentional, just and kind, loving, merciful, nutty, optimistic, patient, quality, resilient, sensitive, tough, understanding, [private], well-intentioned, [private again], youthful, and zany.

Would YOU like to read my story?

My guess was your answer might be “Maybe.  Yes.”

Yesterday, I began telling “my story.”  The “why” was told then. 

You can read it here.

I Love My Parents

I was born at a very young age.  That’s the joke I often tell.

I’ve seen the paperwork.  Here’s a photo of when I was really little, but I don’t remember anything about that time.  These two people do.

My mom, Karan, and my dad, Paul, welcomed little Scott into the world in the fall of 1962.

Yesterday my wife Amy & I celebrated our 24th wedding anniversary.

Thinking back to when I asked Amy’s dad Ron for permission to marry his youngest daughter I can only imagine his thoughts.  Having had three children already married lessened the shock, but it’s a huge risk to say “You have my blessing” to a relative stranger.

I never asked, but I imagine he must have though many things including:

“She’s our baby!?!”

Yes, Amy is their youngest child and a dearly beloved daughter.  in fact, Amy’s name means “Beloved” and she is and was the beloved daughter of Ron & Rose Fayas.

Tuesdays I volunteer at a local junior high.  One of my responsibilities is to help teens have a safe, rule-abiding and fun lunch.  I’m perfect for the job.

While it’s uncomfortable, even scary at times, I’m willing to express myself.

Expressing Myself

I love to help people feel safe, so yesterday I steered a big kid away from a smaller but more annoying teen.  I helped the big kid avoid a consequence for squashing the smaller kid, and I helped the smaller kid avoid a beating.   They both safely eat their lunch. Everyone wins.