Colin Daymude’s Blog

2009 Goals

Posted in goals, inspiration, Personal by cdaymude on January 1, 2009

Like everyone I need plenty of accountability. So here goes my 2009 goals–well some of them–in public for everyone to see and keep me foucused.

These are mostly personal as I haven’t yet set my professional goals with the powers that be–although I do have a good idea what I want to accomplish. I’ll give you a taste of my professional goals–just not the whole enchilada.

1)  Lose 19 pounds by February 14th 2009. Remember that goals need to be Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic and Time Bound. Yep I meet all those so I’m good to go. Why 19 pounds  you ask?  I’m starting at 209 pounds so that puts me at 190 and below the “fat guy” label on the BMI scale by a couple of pounds. I have hovered around 200 for the past couple of years but I haven’t been able to get below it and stay there. So this is big deal for me.  I also bet Caleb (my 11 year old) who said he didn’t think I could do it. Caden (7 year old) is on my side and also bet Caleb 5 bucks that I would make it. So I spread out my risk and Caleb is on the hook for 10 big ones.

2) Complete a half Ironman Triathlon. One of the reasons for for goal #1 is to prep me for #2. My body will be really pissed at me if I attempt a half Ironman without losing weight. And at that weight I will actually enjoy it. I also plan to do at least one Century this year but that’s not much of a goal after doing 6 GAP  and 3 State 3 Mountain with very little training.  Just fun stuff and I hope that Caleb will join me in a triathlon or two. He loves the idea of competing but he is not so keen on the training.  In the past with shorter events he could get away with not training but a half  marathon or more is something he needs to prepare himself for.

3) Build a continuity website and have it up and running with shopping cart and marketing sequences byFeb 28th. This is a personal and professional goal. The personal side of it will enable me to help more small businesses grow their business. And that helps me at work. That’s why Infusionsoft is such a great place to work. They know that encouraging us to use the application will ultimately make us great at helping other people. And besides, it’s such a great place to work that even if I get my own site up and making money I still want to keep working with Infusionsoft in everyway I can. I really believe in what the company is doing.  

4) By January 30th I want the foundation and one layer of wall started for the new stone house in the backyard. I want the kids to be able to help build it, stone by stone, so they can always have the pride of completing a project like that. They did help build the stacked stone firepit and flagstone patio but they were really too yound to remember it. I’m not concerned about putting a finish date on the stone house, the process and productive time with the kids is going to be unforgetable for all of us.

That’s enough, life is pretty great and we’re all healthy. Happy New Year

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Posted in Uncategorized by cdaymude on December 31, 2008

Silver Dollar Living

Posted in inspiration, Personal, What is your Legacy? by cdaymude on December 23, 2008

Silver Dollar Living

I’ve always known that the most valuable things in life don’t have a price tag but in these tough economic times the message really hits home. The most valuable gift we can give to those around us is the gift of ourselves. The ironic thing is that this gift is the most simple, costs the least and yet is also the most difficult gift of all to give.

So this Holiday season if you really want to give then give the gift of you.

Here’s a little bit of me. I hope it inspires you and I hope you know just how valuable it is. I don’t expect anything in return of course but if you would like to “exchange” with me then please don’t go to the store; make it a little bit of you.

The reason I call this story Silver Dollar Living is because of my dad. He carried this Silver Dollar around in his pocket for years as part of his “pocket change” and other assorted items that

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he liked to keep in his pocket. I remember them vividly. He had a silver pipe cleaning pocket knife and a mechanical key chain; you know the kind that when you push together, they come apart and make two key chains? And come to think of it I can still smell his pipe. He didn’t smoke in that obnoxious way that smokers do when they blow smoke in your face or flick a still lit butt out the car window. It was a pleasant and thoughtful way. And that was the way my dad lived his entire life. Pleasant and thoughtful. He never wanted for anything; oh sure he had his dreams but thinking back, I hope that my brother and I some how filled his life with everything he could have wanted. ……I can’t believe I’m crying for the first time in years…..not just a tear but balling like a like a little kid……just like my two boys are filling my life with the most incredible memories. I know I was selfish and I know I could have done more; I wish I had done more.

My dad really lived the good life. He never really made any money and what he had, he gave to my brother and me. It didn’t matter if it was his last nickel and I wanted a piece of gum out of a machine. Dad was always pleasant and thoughtful.

I still remember the day the phone call came in. I was eating lunch with a friend from work and it was my brother. I love my brother but we aren’t that close so I knew his call was out of the ordinary. We thought dad was the picture of health, always walking and working with the “other” love of his life, his horses and he was wiry too; no fat on that man’s bones. Dad died alone, and suddenly of a massive heart attack. I instantly broke down the second my brother told me. I just didn’t understand. How could this happen and how could I not be there to support him and tell him how much he meant to me throughout my life. How grateful I was that he was always there to give whenever I was ready to take. It wasn’t like kids nowadays who are spoiled with everything; we didn’t have much but we lived better than anyone else I knew. Not with more stuff, but with more value.

Dad was always pleasant and thoughtful. And he carried this Silver Dollar with him for what seemed like 20 or so years. I remember it when he jingled the change in his pocket and when he would just pull it out and rub if for good luck, and I remember it when he put it on the dresser with the rest of the things from his pocket. I found that Silver Dollar sitting on dad’s dresser went I went into his empty house.

Never in a million years could I imagine that I could get a coin and rub it; even all day, every day for a month and see any kind of difference in it. But this Silver Dollar had been rubbed almost completely smooth from years and years of pleasant and thoughtful treatment.

I keep that Silver Dollar with me now and it reminds me that it’s not my occasional actions or thoughts that make an impact on the lives of others, it’s the daily rubbing. Knowing that your actions today, no matter how small you think they may be (like the daily rub on a coin) add up to make you the person you are is what I call Silver Dollar Living. What will your actions be today to make you the person you want to be remembered as tomorrow? I will always remember my Dad as pleasant and thoughtful. He lived that way everyday.

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Posted in Uncategorized by cdaymude on December 22, 2008

What Will Your Legacy Be?

Posted in goals, inspiration, What is your Legacy? by cdaymude on December 8, 2008

This is a true story (so I’ve been told) and make sure you read both sections so you can get the “message”.

STORY NUMBER ONE

Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago . Capone wasn’t famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed ‘Easy Eddie.’ He was Capone ‘s lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie ‘s skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.

To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.

Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.

Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld.  Price was no object.

And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong.   Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.

Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn’t give his son; he couldn’t pass on a good name or a good example.

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.

He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al ‘Scarface’ Capone , clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great.

So, he testified.

Within the year, Easy Eddie’s life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street .  But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.

The poem read:

‘The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour.  Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.’

STORY NUMBER TWO

World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O’Hare .

He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he  looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.

He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.

His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.

As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet.

The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn’t reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber’s blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.

Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to  clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly.

Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.

Deeply relieved, Butch O’Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.

Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch’s daring attempt to protect his fleet.  He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.
This took place on February 20, 1942 , and for that action Butch became the Navy’s first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O’Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.

So, the next time you find yourself at O’Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch’s memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It’s located between Terminals 1 and 2.

SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?

Butch O’Hare was ‘Easy Eddie’s’ son.

(Pretty cool, huh?)