Looking Back…Football


Gasping for air in a silent panic, I look upward scared for my life.  Players huddle all around, murmuring words I can’t discern.  After what seems like an eternity, I am gently ushered off the field by Coach Burns.  I realize the air was knocked out of me from an opponent’s forearm to my throat, slamming me to the ground.  From the stands, I see my father’s steady blue eyes, coupled with worry and encouragement.  His look is all the assurance I need to keep going and shake it off.

I have no idea what in the world I was thinking when I joined the boys seventh grade tackle football team at Nisqually Middle.  Somehow my experience playing co-ed intramural flag football in fifth and sixth grade led me down the adolescent path of no return.  I was the only girl on the team creating a big “to do” for all involved.  Dad, in his supportive way, said, “You can do anything you set your mind to.  If you want to play football, have at it!”  Mom, on the other hand, wondered why I wanted to play, was shocked dad was giving the okay, and quietly resisted.  The school administrators, Mr. Bykerk and Mrs. Hendrickson, held a special meeting with my parents “to discuss my safety.”  I was mortified when they brought up an even more personal topic, “how I was going to protect my chest?”  They assumed it was an equal rights issue.  That wasn’t my agenda at all!  I just enjoyed the sport, thought I had some skills, and simply wanted to play ball.  How was I to know the decision would create turmoil on many levels?

Someone, I don’t recall who, came up with the plan that I could be the kicker.  I’d be part of the team, but avoid any real contact.  Mom liked the idea, since this seemed like the only way for me to avoid getting hurt.  That weekend dad and I went to the field at Timberline HIgh to practice punting and placekicking.  I couldn’t figure out how to kick the ball at the correct trajectory nor any reasonable distance.  Dad would say, “You give 100%, so will I.  You give 5%, so will I.”  The implication being I wasn’t trying very hard.  In reality, I couldn’t kick the football to save my life!

Practice and tryouts started the following week.  I remember the endless drills of wind sprints, jumping jacks, push-ups, sit-ups, drop downs, and the like.  What was I doing?!  I thought I was going to die.  Immediately, I desperately wanted to quit.  Dad said, “You started it, you finish it.”  Dammit, I knew there was no way out.  It was as if my decision set in motion a row of dominos, one bumping into the next; unable to be stopped, out of control.  I’d have to suck it up and stick it out, no matter what was in store.

Towards the end of the week final tryouts and cuts were made.  Due to my lack of kicking skills, it was obvious the “safe” position of kicker wasn’t going to be mine.  If I were a boy, I probably would’ve been cut.  Basically, the coach had to keep me, which at the time, I was completely unaware of.

Since I was just as tall and big as the boys, I wound up being assigned the position of offensive right tackle.  Granted, I had no clue what that meant or what I was supposed to do.  Here I was, an ignorant, passive spectator now required to be an active participant.  Really, I was oblivious!  I had no idea what the function of the positions were, nor how to execute plays.  I distinctly remember Sauceda, the running back, yelling, “Make a hole and get out of the way!!”  I finally got the message when he literally ran over the top of me, his cleats digging into the back of my calves leaving a trail of square indentations.

I was officially part of the team, number 38, offensive line.  Ironically, I didn’t know the line of scrimmage I was supposed to hold, drew another line in my life.  A line of separation.  Being the only girl on an all boy team created a divide that couldn’t be explained.  The girls treated me differently, because I was now one of the guys.  While I was putting on shoulder pads and cleats, they would be dressing down into shorts and t-shirt for volleyball.  Degrading comments such as “where’s your cup?” often permeated the locker room.  Their cold words had the stench of a skunk, which lingered with me even though the source eventually went out of sight.  To the boys, I was like a sister.  At the start, they hesitantly welcomed me.  In the end, protected me like their own.  I was officially a member of their circle.

This intangible division continued into high school, as the only girl on the golf team freshman and sophomore year.  I felt like there was something different about how I interacted with my peers; a disconnection I couldn’t explain.  I now realize the words and actions of my peers weren’t directed at me personally, rather towards the unique situation.

Looking back, I believe playing football paved a specific path for me.  I’m able to travel with a quiet internal strength and persevere.  The lines of scrimmage are either held strong or broken through.  In this unpredictable game called life, I’ve learned how to play and determine my own victories.

Sunday Reflection Quote, 8/30/2015


Sunday reflection quote (waaay late)…We all have our dark moments to varying degrees and for what is a trigger to one may be quite different for another.  Yet, if one pauses just for a smidgen of a moment, there is a possibility; a seed of joy.
That seed can come from nature like watching the sunset, laughing and being goofy, giving/accepting a kind gesture like a hug, or grooving to a catchy tune.

These little seeds of joy opens the eyes and heart to a variety of possibilities such as one’s career path, relationships, health, or personal goals.

The lens slowly shifts from dark to light. Possibilities are there; choose to see and believe.

#normanvincentpeale #peale #Sunday#reflection #quote #mondaymotivation #perspective #mindfulness #possibilitarian #possibility #permission #seed #joy #expectations #myownstory #keeponkeepingon

Sunday Reflection Quote, 8/23/15

SMRQ August 23

Sunday reflection quote…I was told several years ago “don’t should on yourself.” Isn’t that the truth! Getting hung up on expectations of how things should be is such a kill joy. Wind up being disappointed, hurt, or frustrated.

Over the past week I was told by a few different people I was glowing, had a light, was bubbly, and looked really good. No…I’m not pregnant, engaged, nor in love (although I hope to find love again some day). Lol. Rather, I’m simply in a happy place; it is apparently showing.

I’ve been working really hard the past several months on my overall well being. Simplifying, setting boundaries, cutting out negative shit, letting go/forgiving, accepting what is, working out, and being present in the moment has made a world of difference.

#Sunday #reflection #quote#perspective #mindfulness #happiness #smile #joy #laugh #permission #peace #thankful #fitness #expectations #letgo #myownstory #keeponkeepingon

Sunday Reflection Quote, 8/16/15

SMRQ Aug 16

Sunday reflection quote (long)…The past week was a doozy regarding experiences, personal stretches, and emotions.

I got keys to my new classroom on Monday. I’m excited & motivated, which speaks volumes to my decision to return to the classroom after 6 years in administration.  As if reading my mind of self-doubt, a dear friend said, “welcome back to teaching; this is where you do your best.” And a colleague, “You’re a great teacher; students will love you; welcome home.” THANK YOU, I needed to hear it!

I played in a golf tournament on Wednesday. Although golf isn’t new, playing in a scramble all on my own without knowing ANYONE was a whole other ball of wax! There was plenty of anxiety, but taking the leap to tee it up with the big boys in support of a great cause was well worth the personal stretch.

Thursday was what I call a “calendar day” regarding an event triggering grief. It was rough w/waves of tears throughout the day, but I gave myself permission to grieve, kept busy, and powered through. Ended the night taking 22/111 in a poker tournament. I was grateful for the familiar faces and playful banter. Day started with waves of tears, but ended with smiles and laughs. Phew!

Friday was District Inservice Day; another personal challenge. Tough facing folks as I transition from supervisor back to peer. My heart was warmed by the acceptance and accolades for my decision. Folks said I was glowing, looked healthy, and happy. Hooray!! Of course, there were haters offering passive-aggressive comments or a cold shoulder. Life is too short and my time too precious; I refuse to take on their manipulation and negative shit.

Life isn’t all rainbows and unicorns. Nor do hunky heroes swoop in and save the day. Shocker, huh? However, there’s something to be said for intentional choices to reset a life working towards happiness, health, and peace.

#Sunday #reflection #quote #choices #goals #intentional #mindset #confidence #selfesteem #stretch #career #golf #singlelife #acceptance #smile #happiness #peace #friendship #thankful #myownstory #keeponkeepingon

My Dreams


I dream about leading a group of wide eyed, fear filled people through the jungle.  Sometimes I know them well, my dearest companions.  Sometimes they are random strangers sprinkled with an essence of familiarity.

As we trounce through the jungle, I have a golf bag on my back; bow and arrow or machete at the ready.  My arms are muscular, posture strong, and a layer of grime covers my skin.  There are deep gashes on my legs with blood rolling down.

We run through branches, trample through streams, and climb up embankments.  I slash green foliage out of the way, take out a tiger mid air, and assist people up as they stumble.  I press on with urgency, determined to get them to safety and willing to take out anything in my way.  We must make it before it is too late.  


Blood runs down my chin and I spit teeth into the sink.  There are twenty-seven.  The front of my mouth is all gums with a random tooth here and there.  What will they think?


The outside is sound and strong.  There’s character and a sense of history.  The inside warm, welcoming, and comfortable.  There are architectural nuances making it one of a kind.  

As we settle into our new home, I slowly discover rooms and closets.  I keep them secret.  Some are small, dark, and cold. Others are lavish and seem to expand for eternity.  I wonder how many there are and why we weren’t told.  Each space contains belongings of The Others.  There are garden tools, sports equipment, a chest of lace, and boxes of black and white photos.  

The old neighbor man comes storming over yelling at me with his finger in my face for moving his tools.  He states his tools must stay in their designated spot and I have no right to move them to the garage without permission.  We get into it as it is my home after all.  I’m informed he has access at any time and there isn’t anything I can do about it.  This is the agreement he’s had for a lifetime.  I throw my hands up and walk away in defeat.

Mom starts bossing me around for not keeping everything clean.  The purple velvet comforter in the back room is crooked and there’s lint on a black coat hanging in the closet.  Apparently, she expects me to keep things clean, even if I don’t know the room exists.  I mope down the hall with lint roller in hand.


I slayed the spitting dragon.  It was the final thrust and twist with my silver sword that ended him.  I was exhausted from the battle.  I had to maneuver around the car sized turtle with projected claws.  Then, there was the eagle shredding a cow’s side with its talons.  

But, I got it done.  They kept running away and gave up.  How could they possibly think of giving up?  I refused to let this fucking dragon take over.  The virus infected mucus will no longer burn skin off little kids.

The blood splattered on walls will be a chore to remove.  Where are the damn gloves?


Can a molar possibly be that big?  When I picked up my car keys that fell on the ground the molar that fell out was the size of a golf ball.  I ran upstairs to the bathroom to take a look.  Sure enough, there’s a gigantic hole in my upper right jaw and slow trickles of blood making it’s way towards my lips.  Guess stuffing it with toilet paper will have to do for now.

~D. Thompson

Sunday Reflection Quote, 8/9/2015

SMRQ Aug 9

Sunday reflection quote…This past week I feel like things are really falling into place. I’m not talking about materialistic nor monetary; rather, of my mind, heart, and spirit.

I’ve been intentionally working on my mindset and how I’m approaching my life as it relates to opportunities, experiences, or relationships.

In essence, this has resulted in two things:
1) Letting go. I hold on so incredibly tight to expectations, assumptions, and performance that I wind up in quasi paralysis for fear of failure or disappointing others. The ability to let go of all that mental shit is liberating; the release of an unbearable weight.

2) Being open. My mind and heart has been somewhat closed and hardened due to insecurities coupled with previous hurts. However, being open to accept positives, attention, and new experiences, even if short lived, is a gift.

I am choosing to take away what makes me smile, laugh, warms my heart, and lingers on the palate of my mind. This is my mindset; my story.

#NealeDonaldWalsch #Walsch #Sunday #reflection #quote #synchronicity #connection #chemistry #intentional #experience #mindset #letgo #beopen #myownstory #keeponkeepingon #choices #growth #willing

Wine Lines, Updated 02/20/16

Similar to “Quotes From the Felt,” I’ve been recording lines said while out wine tasting.  These can be from my friends, winery employees, or conversations I ear hustle.

As the day goes on, conversations can get rather saucy.  Lots of innuendo, double entendre, and shenanigans.  Consider yourself warned…

February 20, 2016 @ BR Cohn, Kunde, and Girard:

  • Wine, food, and friends I’m soooo ready!
  • As the youngest, I’m use to the hump
  • He was pissed on?  No, they were pissed.  He was shit on though.
  • Myriad?  Really, you’re throwing that down this early in the morning?
  • Oaky and buttery just the way I like it
  • Smart Ass Saturday, what can I say?
  • Guess all you have to do is make a crack about paprika
  • Once you’ve go red, your inhibitions you’ll shed
  • I like em over 100 yrs old
  • What’s the best advice you can give a girl getting married?  Don’t.
  • Wine will help with marriage, it’s a great lubricant
  • He somehow got nervous and had a big ass shit in the middle of the cubicles
  • The gouda with the gouda is amazing
  • Gouda down
  • Gouda, gouda, honey, prosciutto is the way to go
  • Does a cave a tunnel make?
  • I never got basil til I moved away from home
  • Thank god you don’t have a nut allergy
  • Fake man buns shouldn’t exist, but they do
  • Denim shorts still exist?  Umm hmm, check it out x2
  • He looks like a freeze dried Hulk
  • She’s ditching her husband for the Shake Weight
  • Last time I left cheese in my thingy
  • I’m covered, but I’m not Coverdale Page
  • Umm, who are you?  I’m AT&T.  Oh, well, I’m Verizon.
  • I judge wine by how it starts.  So foreplay is important to you?
  • Omg Wolverine is at the bar!
  • It was like dirty sock-a-way
  • I need a vent on my face.  I feel wine warmth.
  • I feel like I have purple lips, purple lips, and purple teeth
  • I see lots of red and it is not wine
  • “Perfect” One Direction, is my theme song
  • That’s the best line “does your mouth remember the taste of my love” Ed Sheeran

Me and Wine BarrelsOak Farm

October 17, 2015 @ Macchia, D’Art, and Oak Farm Vineyards:

  • I have a buckle up my butt
  • No!  I don’t know what a Yeti 110 is
  • You’ll see a whole new level of fury if you…
  • I have a summer and a winter pair of windshield wipers.  WTF, of course you do!
  • I’ll be licking that off later
  • Pour some brownie on me
  • I should’ve brought it to bring it
  • Everything’s better with sea salt
  • That’s a party in your mouth, but that one’s a high school dance
  • I you was a bag of chips, you’d be a bag of Frito’s or pork rinds
  • Omg, this thingy has a knob!
  • If I have to repeat this tomorrow, I’m going to bed now
  • When a dog is looking in your eyes, it’s giving you an endorphine bath
  • Riddle me this
  • I have a bush and I know how to use it
  • I have a knob in back, can you turn it on?
  • Oh sheep!
  • That’s naked pool party wine
  • You had us at naked
  • Oh no, he’s a pervert, he’d probably join you
  • It’s like the Beatles walking picture.  Umm, yeah, Abby Road.  No, the Beatles walking picture.  Abby Road.
  • Take the topper off and let me have more
  • You bread blocker!
  • Do they have a slurred smile?
  • I didn’t even get to touch the remote until 2009
  • If I was Gene Simmons, I’d get so much out of this glass
  • It’s not a walk of shame, it’s a stroll of success!
  • That’s not my cheese
  • Shove that on your pie hole
  • I did the pre, but not the thee
  • They have room to have huge whatever
  • Look, I’m a cone head!  That’s so in right now
  • That’s worth a magazine circle


  • I’d rather have a bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy.
  • You know you drank too much wine when you’re teeth are purple.
  • When I die, I want to wake up in Rhone.
  • That’s missing another world (Chardonnay w/out oak)
  • What is it?  It’s a Chardonnay fortified with Everclear (Chardono).  It’s a mind eraser.  Do I want to go there? Yes.
  • Well, it’s a romance language (Italian)
  • Port tastes like liquid candy.  That’d be a good porn name.
  • I just got a cool breeze where I shouldn’t.
  • If he wants you to make tortillas in the morning, then we have a problem.
  • What are you doing? Get your hand off my button!!
  • Remember what you had in your mouth.
  • Go wash your Smurf hand.
  • After 6 beers you’re full.
  • That’s moanable!
  • Look at that crack pipe on that bottle of wine!  I wish I had my cigar lighter.
  • Do you need sunscreen because that was so tannini?  My knees don’t tan.
  • My falsies almost flew out!
  • We have lays in the car, do you want one?
  • Don’t go sticking your nose in the backside, unless you’re a member.
  • Better than wicker.
  • Ed vs head
  • I felt them to see if they were real.
  • Quick, make it go up!  (window)
  • You can take the boy out of the country, but not the country out of the boy.
  • Alejandro would be Lady Gaga; Fernando would be Allah
  • That’s the first snort of the day.
  • Are you from Texas?  No.  Aren’t you wearing a cowboy hat? Umm, no, it’s a fedora.
  • Pinky vs. Piggy Toe
  • Would you just push out and be done with it. (door)
  • Would you trim before you crop that shit? (pic for IG)

This list is as of February 20, 2016.  I’ll update periodically and repost.


Peacock Feather 5



with a straightened posture,

smile upon the lips,

the look

of a conqueror piercing the eye.  

Yelling from the tree tops-

boasting with success.  



containing the accomplishment

like a fly in a web.


sings the song

of a marching band-

loud, precise,

directed at an eager audience.  

An uncertain path,

a courageous pursuit,

the outcome no guarantee.  


isn’t for the faint of heart,

for there could be consequences—

jealousy, sabotage,

subtle discouragement.  

But it knows;

knows the price to be paid,

the sacrifices made

eyes reflecting back in the mirror

giving permission.

Be proud!

 ~D. Thompson: 5/2009; Rev. 8/2015

Sunday Reflection Quote, 8/2/2015


Sunday #reflection #quote…I am the architect of my life actively tearing down stubborn, useless walls in order to resurrect a strong foundation of my OWN extending to new heights.

An acquaintance recently said, “Don’t you know what a catch you are?! Great things are in store for you; you’re going places!” Chicago opened my eyes confirming the sentiments and endless possibilities.

I sense in my bones all of my determination to rebuild my life will open brand new doors, which may involve a different career path, residency, or life experiences.  I’m gradually erasing the track of self-doubt playing in my head and laying down a new rhythm.

My eyes are bright, I am strong…bring it on!
#NormanFoster #Foster #architecture#sunday #quote #myownstory #whynot#keeponkeepingon #design #awareness#goals #growth #options