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Now that they gave me the source code I have set out to change the world. . . BRB!

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Wednesday, July 25, 2018


As an IT Director I get to help people gather statistics... the sad part of gathering statistics is I know their names, their stories, and the tragedy of our people. Today we buried yet another Tribal member that left too soon. During the services her casket, which was open, slammed shut as I was in line for the final viewing. It shocked me, but I reopened it and continued to pay my respects to this young woman. During the day I pondered what that might have meant... was she giving me a message? Later, as I was getting ready for a meeting about Tribal statistics it occurred to me that she wanted me to tell her story, and to follow the children she left behind. Part of our meeting was about collecting juvenile statistics. Why do some get in trouble and are re-occurring offenders? I don't know much about Ruby. We weren't best friends or anything, but she lived in my neighborhood. She had a house, her children, and a low paying job for a while. I helped her with her taxes once. I wanted to cry. Her income was so low. I didn't understand how she lived. She, on the other hand, was happy that she was getting a return. Fast forward, she lost her house, she lost her children to the courts and social services, and took on a lifestyle of drinking and wandering around aimlessly. Her life spiraled out of control. And we watched it happen. Ruby was a good girl. I can't say that she liked to drink, but I am not sure she was equipped to handle losing the stability of a house, and then her children. It was hard for me to sit in my meeting today without mentioning that we are not talking about numbers... we are talking about people, and they have names. Her children are not in our juvenile system today (they are good kids), but if in the future they become part of our stats, let's not forget to analyze where it started and the systems that took her home and her kids from her. RIP Ruby. I don't know your whole story, but I will do my best to tell the story of your children.

Friday, November 08, 2013


Ho-la! I can't believe how long it's been since I blogged! Looking back at my old posts... i didn't realize how often I used to blog - it was my time to sit, reflect, and appreciate my quiet corner of the internet. Then I found facebook... somewhat of a loud boisterous place if you ask me... and my blog posts have become less... while my facebook status updates became more.... i guess there's not enough room on the internet for all of my thoughts.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Time of My Life

After so many months of wandering around solo dolo.... doing shit by myself... wondering what the next chapter will bring.... meeting the wrong people, the right people... then i found my medicine.... i met someone who is so sweet, pure, and even innocent in the right sense... someone who wants me to have the Time of My Life... I have to confess.... I am.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Spring Forward

The Coeur d’Alene Tribe is located in rural Northern Idaho, a place where carrier investments in state-of-the-art technology and infrastructure lags far behind major metropolitan areas. As an Indian community, we have been bypassed by governments and corporations for generations. The Fiber-to-the Home (FTTH) project gives us the opportunity to leapfrog ahead of those who left us behind and to become a national leader in fiber-optic broadband technology.

Monday, April 02, 2012

My name is

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

2012 - The Year of the Dragon!

The stars say it's my year to shine! I'm glad they're on my side because I have every intention on making this one of the greatest years of my life in all aspects! The last dragon year held so many unbelievable blessings I am still in awe of how the universe works. All that glitters is gold. Only shooting stars break the mold!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

False Starts False

And did I tell you we finally started our FTTH project? Yes, 17 (SEVENTEEN) months later... After a long painful process peppered with false starts and high hopes we are finally back at the start line ready to roll. Proof that the universe still intends to shower me with blessings.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

In Memory of My Brother George

Yesterday was the second hardest day of the year. The first hardest day was May 13, 2010 when we heard the tragic news of my brother's death. Since then I've gone over every moment, every experience, every day we had together on this earth. I can't even count how many days I spent in a fog - lost - going through the motions of life, but unable to cope with the grief, loss, and pain of a losing my brother.

When we were kids he taught me how to clean my own fish, scramble eggs, and make fry bread wrong. I still have the scar on my right wrist from that day when the grease splashed on me.

We used to go fishing, play stick game, ride bikes, play baseball, and tell ghost stories outside at night.

When we were teenagers he taught me that you're never too young to work hard and earn your own way. Following his path, I started working since I was 13.

As adults, he was always the most successful, demonstrating to the rest of us that it is possible to start at the bottom and work your way up. He was still in his 20's when he was promoted to manager of a company he worked for. They relocated him to California, where he was robbed at gunpoint - twice. While the family was worried and wanted him to come home, he stayed and continued to work hard and do his best.

He taught me the value of being fearless and independent, and he has always been the example I used for my own children to look up to.

His life was much more than anything I can put into words. He was a loving brother, great teacher, hard worker, and all around athlete.

When I got the call that he took his own life I drove around for a long time and cried... asking him why? Why? Didn't he think about us?

In a strange moment that I can't explain, he somehow reached out to me and simply said "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

I know brother, I know.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Missing Missy

When communication wires get crossed....

Sunday, January 02, 2011

The good, the bad and the ugly of home remodeling

Video or slide show COMING SOON! See the posts and slide shows below for a sneak preview!