RussellD

Christmas is upon us, whether you like it or not. For the past few years it's been full of mixed emotions for me. On one hand, you have time away from work to spend with family and friends. On the other hand, there is so much travel and hustle and bustle . This year will be no different. Maybe even more hustle and bustle . Ideally, we would have Christmas at home, and everyone would be able to come. Well, realistically, that's not happening. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas, it's by far my favorite Holiday . I love what it represents and without Christ I would be here. But, Christmas to most is nothing more than a day to get things. Most people go through Christmas thinking about what we'll get, and I'm guilty of that as well. This year, I want to make a conscious effort to think about my family and my friends and how I can give to them. I may not have a lot of money, I may not be able to pick out the "best" gift. But, I can't w

Being a football junkie, I live for the weekend during the fall even more so than I do any other time of the year. I think we can all agree that the weekends are the best, but during football season, nothing compares. Well, the school I'm coaching at now, has started out well. Surprisingly to some, we've started 2-0. We won our first game 34-0, and our second 32-22. The score seems closer than the actual game was. We had a commanding 26 point lead at halftime. Anyway, today's post is not just about high school football, it's about much more. It's about what football means to me, not as a coach, but as a person. Growing up, my dad played football with me all the time. He taught me how to catch, how to run, how to throw. He taught me routes and plays. He was also responsible for taking me to the local high school games on Friday nights. Unlike most of the little people, who were running around together, I sat patiently beside my dad. Eager to see the next

I am new to this, but my future wife started one a while back, and I think it's pretty cool. I'm not sure who will read it, but I'm going to write one anyway. There are 11 days until I get married, which is crazy to even think about. I'm so excited about starting my life with Kacey and being a great husband to her. But, I'm terrified at the same time. I guess, because for so long, it's just been me. I've never had to protect and comfort and worry too much about anyone else. Sure, I've done those things but, not to the extent of marriage. Now, Kacey will rely on me for support, love, leadership, and a host of other things. While I feel like I'm up to the task, there is something about taking that plunge that is nerve racking. I've never been a nervous person. I've never been the type of person to worry about things. I've always been a go with the flow type of person. But, recently I have been unable to sleep well. Which I'