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• Thank you to everyone that left me sweet comments on the posts about my Uncle John.  It is really hard to convey to people what kind of a man he was and how important he was in my family’s lives - I feel like any words I choose do not do justice to just how great a person he was.  He was a pretty constant person in my life up until I was about 9 or 10 and then after that and because of living on separate coasts, we saw him at least every year, sometimes more and he and his wife Sue never forgot a birthday or Christmas.  I am so upset that he died and especially the manner that he died, but I am really upset for my Aunt Sue.  Her and John had the type of marriage that everyone dreams of - they truly were best friends.  They had been married 31 years and had two amazing kids.  He worked hard his whole life to get to retirement so that they could have that time together and now they have been robbed of that.  Every time I think about Sue, I start to cry because I just feel so horrible for her.  With all the horrible people in this world, it really just seems so unfair that someone so wonderful was taken - I just don’t understand and I am angry about it.  Above all, this has really made me think - A LOT.  You coast through life, taking stuff for granted, thinking that people will still be there tomorrow, when in reality - they may not.  I plan to remember that and make better changes in me to show people in my life that I am happy they are there.
• I found a place to live.  We found a three-bedroom condo in Dena’s neighborhood - which is great, because we already spend our summer days at the pool there and we will be in a neighborhood where we know people.  Plus, as excited as I am about the kids and I being on our own, I feel better knowing that one of my best friends is ten seconds away in case I may need her.  We move in the weekend of Valentine’s Day.  Which will also be the day that I am OFFICIALLY BROKE.  But that is okay, the kids and I really need this.
• I have GOT to get back to running.  Seriously.  I am supposed to run in another half marathon in March and I have not started training for it.  I plan to fix that this weekend and get started.
• I am wondering where the hell Friglet and Smizzo have been.  I am totally about to start a petition to force them to update their blogs.  I swear to god I will do it.
• Monica must be feeling better after her surgery last week, I have been texting back and forth a little bit with her, but got an email this morning asking if I had seen the new Palm Treo that is getting ready to be released to Sprint the Treo Pre - which means she must be sitting up and on the computer - a good sign.  And yes Monica - Hell yes I saw it and it is AWESOME!!!  I signed up to be on the notify list, not that I will be able to afford it when it comes out, but my birthday IS in February and people could get it for me… just sayin.
• I have canceled every single “extra” that I have right now like NetFlix, Audible, Tanning, Gym Memberships, Web Statistics, etc, so that I can afford to move in to the new place.  I am thinking I may have to give up getting my nails done too - this makes me sad.  But it will be worth it.
• I will have to start cooking for my kids again… every day.  I give them two months before they die of starvation.  They were great kids.  I’m going to miss the little bastards.
• I feel like I am getting sick.  My head is cloudy and I have a tickle in my throat.  I really do not like being sick, it makes smoking the meth a lot more painful.
• Warm or cold Virginia Beach?  PICK ONE!!!

RANCHO BERNARDO: Cyclist hit by car was retired Navy captain, avid athlete

A 55-year-old Rancho Bernardo bicyclist who died after a car hit him on Sabre Springs Parkway on Tuesday evening was a retired Navy captain, a family man and an avid athlete, friends and family said Wednesday.

Walter Carl Joller Jr. was nearing the end of his 55-mile bicycle commute from the Point Loma area of San Diego, where he was a program manager at Space and Naval Warfare Systems Command, when the fatal accident occurred.

A BMW drifted into the bike lane and struck him from behind, severing one of the experienced cyclist’s legs and causing other serious injuries, San Diego police Sgt. Jeff Fellows said. Paramedics were unsuccessful in their attempts to save him.

On Wednesday, Joller’s wife of 31 years, Susan, was not ready to talk publicly. But friends and extended family who gathered at Joller’s Rancho Bernardo home on Calle Suntuoso recalled him fondly.

“He was a fun guy to be with; he was positive, jovial and ebullient,” said close friend Mike Wertz, a retired Navy commander from Rancho Penasquitos who said he had known Joller for more than 30 years and served with him in five different commands.

Joller was a captain and flight officer last assigned to the Tactical Training Group Pacific in San Diego when he retired from his 30-year career in 2005, Navy officials said.

Wertz said Joller’s chief concern as a Navy officer was the well-being of his sailors.

“He was in it for the people,” Wertz said. “His mantra was that he could improve the Navy by improving the lot of its people.”

Joller was raised in Buffalo, N.Y., and lived there before attending the Naval Academy in Annapolis, Md., and spending most of his career in San Diego, Wertz said. A star athlete in high school, Joller remained in top shape his entire life, running, cycling, and playing tennis and racquetball.

But he was the opposite of a cut-throat competitor when it came to friends, Wertz said.

“He was a fun guy to run with; he’d stay with you whether you ran a 5-minute mile or a 9-minute mile,” Wertz said.

For decades, Joller competed in marathons, including the Athens Marathon in 1979, Wertz said. About 10 years ago, he gave up distance running because of knee troubles, but he continued cycling.

Joller talked about cycling in a 2003 USS Nimitz newsletter story on the ship’s cycling club:

“I am a HCC (Hard Core Commuter),” Joller said. “I bought a new bike in the late ‘70s during the gas crisis. I didn’t want to stand in line for gas, so I commuted to work. When we’re in port, I commute 58 miles round-trip two to three times a week. That’s why I ride. I am a commuter first, a social rider second. The people, the fun and the love of the sport keep me going on rides.”

Sister-in-law Sally Fluernoy of San Diego said that in recent years Joller had taken pleasure in supporting his children’s athletics.

He would ride his bike alongside his 26-year-old daughter, Emily, as she trained for marathons, and he traveled all over the country to cheer her on at races, she said. He also attended his 23-year-old son Erik’s college volleyball matches.

His love of family and friends was his hallmark, she said.

“He was certainly the energy at any gathering; he hugs, he laughs, he plays——he loves babies,” she said.

Fellows, the San Diego police traffic sergeant, said Joller was wearing a reflective vest and helmet when the crash occurred about 7:15 p.m. Friends said he also used illuminated flashers on his bicycle. The BMW’s driver had not used alcohol or drugs and the accident apparently was caused by inattention, Fellows said.

“This is just an example of how important it is to keep your mind on the road,” he said.

Police will forward their traffic investigation to the San Diego city attorney, who will decide whether to file misdemeanor manslaughter charges against the driver, Fellows said.

Police did not release the driver’s name Wednesday.

The family said donations may be made to the Navy-Marine Corps Relief Society in lieu of flowers.

Taken From The North County Times.

This is a picture of me with my godfather.  I have always known him as Uncle John.  He and his wife Sue are my parents best friends and have been since before I can remember.  John and my father flew E2 Hawkeyes together and spent much of their military careers together.  Sue and my mom were inseparable when we lived in San Diego and for a long time after we lived there.  They are mine, my sister’s and my brother’s godparents and have been the best godparents anyone could EVER ask for.  They are family.  Here is Sue & John with my parents and another couple.  My parents are on the left and Sue and John are at the top.

I received a phone call from my father about an hour ago letting me know that my Uncle John had been hit by a car last night while riding his bike out in San Diego (he was a huge cyclist and runner).  He died on the scene of the accident.  I am so heartbroken over this.  He was such an amazing man.  He was an amazing husband, father, friend, godfather and human.  It hurts so bad thinking about my Aunt Sue and their kids and what they must be going through right now.  My family is devastated.  They were just here visiting in August.  My parents will be flying out to San Diego right away.  I really don’t know what else to say.  I cannot stop crying.  He will be so terribly missed.  This is just so horrible.

I am done today.  I had a busy day at work, which was followed by a foul-ass mood.  I did spend a lot of time today looking for a new place for the kids and I to live.  I am excited about this.  The weather sucked all day today.  I swear it has rained more this winter in Virginia Beach then ever before.  It is ridiculous how much it has rained, I feel like I live in the Pacific Northwest.  I am off to bed, I hope I can sleep.  I have not been able to sleep for days.