Hollison Journey

“The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.” – Don Williams Jr


I can’t believe I didn’t write about this earlier.

Goal #15 was to walk/run a 5K. Honestly, I didn’t think I would do it. I figured I would chicken out of it. But then my friend Angela asked me to enter the 5K at America’s Run. The race sounded cool – it started and ended at Cowboys Stadium (Jerry World to all you DFW folk). I signed up with about a month and a half before the race and figured I would have plenty of time to train and get ready. I did really well with training for about two weeks. Then I fell off the train. Or wagon. Or whatever.

I was feeling pretty uneasy about it, but thankfully, I spent the night with Angela and her family, who would all be participating. We all woke up early that Sunday morning and headed out to the Stadium. There was a half marathon as well (no, none of us were doing that!) our friend Veronica came out too and she just barely made it! Before I knew it, it was 8:00 a.m. and we were off! The 5K course took us around The Ballpark in Arlington and back to the Stadium. Our finish line was that beautiful blue star on the field. So cool! After we all finished, we got our medal and towel, grabbed some snacks and sat down for a little bit. Troy Aikman was running the half marathon and we got to see him cross the finish line too. Then we left.

We were all pretty energetic when we left, but after taking showers and sitting down in comfortable chairs, tiredness set in. I grabbed a nap before lunch and then headed out to Denton for church and LifeNight. It was a great experience. Wanna know the crazy part?

I’m going to do another one at the end of May.


Ex-Love #2


First Date: Honestly, one of the earliest stories about me involves a book. At age 2, I memorized Cookie Monster and the Cookie Tree. My parents thought I could read until they handed me a new book. But it didn’t take long for me learn to read. And I had trouble stopping.

Courtship: I grew up loving to read. In first grade we had “readers”: books with several short stories. My first grade classroom had more than 100 of them. By February, I had read all of them. My teacher had to take me to the second grade classroom to get more. My family was frequent visitors to the public library. The maximum you could check out was 6 at a time, and I usually did get 6 at a time. Then, I read them all at the same time (mom never understood that one). We participated in Summer Reading Programs and Book It and all that stuff. My parents soon learned not to give me time outs in my room, because I would just pick up a book. As I got older, I read more and more.

The Breakup: Again, I blame college. Not a lot of time, paired with being required to read books meant I didn’t really pick up a book that I enjoyed. There were a few exceptions. I remember the night I started Timeline and then stayed up all night to finish it. Christmas Break and Summer Break usually meant reading, and of course, I read a lot during my conversion (non-fiction though, of course, as I was reading any book on Catholicism I could get my hands on). But really, I had pretty much stopped. After college, it just seemed hard to get back into the swing of things. Work and other activities filled my time.

The Reconciliation: I tried a reconciliation a few years ago, but I decided I should read the great literary classics. I made a crucial discovery. I don’t like the classics (in general). I wanted to read for fun, and I can’t read a classic without analyzing it and really having to think. I didn’t want that. Not that I wanted mind-numbing dribble, mind you, I just didn’t want to feel like school. And the classics made me think of school. So I started again with just your basic fiction. My aunt and uncle gave me some “already-reads” and they like crime novels, so I read some of those. Then life got busy again. Recently, I’ve realized how much I miss it. How much I miss a good story. My problem now is I don’t know what to read. Recently I started re-reading some books that I own and enjoy, just to rekindle my love. If anyone has any suggestions for books I should read, please leave them in the comments. I may even just have to suck it up and pay the $50 for a library card (since I don’t live in city limits, I have to pay for the library…even though my town doesn’t have a library. Don’t get me started.)


Ex-Love #1


Oh you sweet, sweet game.

First date: I don’t remember when I started loving baseball…I can’t remember not. My dad played softball for years (as in 30+) with our church team, so much of my life in the spring and in the fall was spent at softball practice or at softball games. I was born in December, so when practice started up in Feb or March, mom and dad would take me to the field. And of course, Dad watched baseball on t.v., so I had it there too. The first sport I played was soccer, but I gave that up at age 8 to play softball. I joined the local girl’s league and my love grew. Now I was at my own softball practices and games, plus my dad’s, plus my sister’s. The Rangers became my team (yes, because they were local). I remember going to games at Ranger Stadium and cheering on Dean Palmer.

Courtship: There came a time, somewhere in middle school and high school, where I became very much in love with the sport. I watched every Ranger game I could. I knew all of the players and could probably give you the starting lineups for most teams in MLB. I had memorabilia and autographs books and thought that the best way to spend a Saturday was to watch This Week in Baseball and then the Saturday noon game on Fox. I have distinct memories of staying up late with my dad to finish watching a game, including the 90s game of Rangers vs. Baltimore where the Rangers scored something like 27 points. Dad and I had to silently celebrate  each and every run because it was past midnight and my mom was asleep.

The Breakup: Two things caused me to stop loving the game as much (and no, the strike had nothing to do with it). One was college. I moved to a town that had no professional team, which meant interest in games was lower. It was hard to watch a game because there was maybe only one or two games on t.v. a week. Plus, I was a busy college student and this was before TiVo and DVR’s and Hulu. I didn’t have time to tape the games and watch them later. Of course this only applied in the months of April, May, September and October. June, July and August should have been fine. Which brings me to reason number two: I worked for the Rangers in the summer. Pretty ironic that working for them broke me from loving the sport, but it did. Not in a “don’t work at a restaurant you love, you’ll end up hating the food” kind of way;” I still loved the sport. The problem with working for the Rangers is that you never get to see the games. Home games meant I was at the Ballpark, running around, working, catching a glimpse of the game here and there, but never seeing the whole thing. Even on the night when work finished in the 7th inning, I wanted to beat the traffic and get home, not stay around and then spend an hour getting out of the parking lot. Away game days, I was catching up on the school work and activities I had slacked off on home game days. The end result was two of the funnest summers I’ve ever had, but almost zero games watched. The other two summers of college, I stayed at my university, again, not able to watch a lot of games. The next thing I knew, an old friend was asking me what I thought of this year’s Rangers team and I realized I didn’t even know who the players were!

It’s been that way ever since. I pay attention, I’ve even attended a few games since college, but my love and passion hasn’t fully returned.

The Reconciliation: This year, that’s starting to change. I’m playing Fantasy Baseball with my dad and some of his friends, so I need to pay attention to win. I work in a job that allows me to listen to day games and while I will miss some of the night games, there will be a lot that I can watch. I’m attending a game in two weeks, which will probably put me right back in the spirit. I can feel it. I’m ready to love the great summer game once again.

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To All The Things I’ve Loved Before…

Hold on to your hat, I’m going to start a blog series.

I’m such a theme person, it shouldn’t be surprising. I blame yearbook. Even our non-theme years had an underlying subtle theme (which is exactly what you should do in those circumstances).

Anyway, before I get swept up and start giving yearbook lessons on here, let’s get on with it.

This week, I am going to have a 3-part series on things that I used to love, fell out of love and am trying to rekindle that spark. I thought of these things recently and decided to write about them. So check in on Tues., Wed. and Thurs. and enjoy. Or don’t. It’s up to you.

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Quick Takes: April 5, 2010

Um, sorry this is late. I meant to do it Friday, I really did. But I got distracted. So here we go:

1. What distracted me? Shopping! I got my paycheck on Wednesday and I was in desperate need of a few things at several different stores, plus I needed to find a dress for Confirmation. Took way longer than I thought and I finally arrived home around 3:30. But without a dress. So I ordered one online. I hope to high heavens it will do, cause I really don’t want to go through that again.

2. Friday night, Carrie and I finished watching our current NetFlix DVD of Bones (we just finished the first four episodes of season 4), and it was 7pm. Not really interested in the selection at our house, we decided to go to the movies. We saw How to Train Your Dragon – so good!! I really enjoyed it. We watched the 2D version, but if someone wanted to go see it in 3D, I would totally join. I am not usually a fan of the current kid movies, but I’ve seen three recently that I really liked: Up, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs and How To Train Your Dragon.

3. The food this weekend was delicious. Went for Easter, but we started out on Saturday night with a birthday celebration for my mom, since her birthday was Tuesday. Yummy fried seafood. Sunday’s Easter dinner was yummy too. And since my dad makes enough food for a small army, I got to take some leftovers home.

4. Joining us at the table this year was a friend from church whose husband was in the hospital. She came over for lunch and then went back to the hospital. She’s a great person and it was nice to visit with her.

5. My sister gave me an Easter gift this year that’s pretty. It’s from Hallmark and I tried to find a pic online, but no luck. It looks like a hardcover journal, but when you open it, it has a pad of paper on one side and then a small accordian folder on the other. Hello shopping list, coupons and receipts! The design is fun too. Colorful and spring-y!

6. Speaking of Spring, I’m loving spring colors these days! I used to be a red and blue girl, but more and more I ind myself choosing fuchsias, purples, and greens. I’ve heard of tastebuds changing, but I didn’t think that applied to colors!

7. Do you use Swagbucks? I started at the end of February, a little skeptical, but it seems pretty legit. All I do is search and earn and so far I’ve earned 2 Amazon gift cards. I figured this is a good way to keep my book buying tendency in check – make a wish list on amazon, and then when I have enough, buy something. If you want to get started, use this link: SwagBucks and I get referral points. Or something. No cost to join and while I think there are some hardcore ways to earn, I do the bare minimum and still have earned more than 1000 SBs in a little more than a month.

8. BONUS: This week is sports heaven. MLB opening day, Master’s Golf Tournament, NCAA Men’s Championship. Fantasy Baseball. Yes, it’s a good week, Charlie Brown.

And with that, time to go listen to the Rangers game. Perhaps next year, I’ll be there live? Only if Easter stays away!