Thursday, September 28, 2006


SInce I got nothing, here's Egan's foray into directing...Watchout Hitchcock!

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Dash Dot Dot Dot

A friend sent this link to me and I was moved by it, ao I thought I would share...

Monday, September 25, 2006

Tired and Uninspired

I am in some kind of funk I'll tell ya. I am constantly tired and feeling very uninspired as of late. This semester's schedule is tough and I haven't figured out how to get into a rhythym.

I am very much looking forward to the Egan's visit to Boston.

Deal, or No Deal!

Made a "house projects" and "wants/needs" list, anyone got about a hundred grand their not using?

I'm even bored by this post...sorry!

Friday, September 22, 2006

The Fart

Last night the wife and I were doing the couch potato when the cat came prancing along. I reached behind to grab him and as I brought him forward, the little pecker farted!

I'm not talking cute little kitty fart - I'm talking (moderately) silent but deadly, rotten egg smelling, death defying blow your mind stink fest. Lucy and I both stared at each other and gave that eye lift implying that it wasn't me, was that you? A second later, the only remaining guilty party was young Oliver the cat.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Further On Up the Road

Today was my last session of physical therapy. After 18 visits over the last 10 weeks, I've bonded so well with my therapist that is was hard to leave; I feel like I made a friend - to boot, everyone there is so nice.

Over the last ten weeks, I've grown stronger - at least physically. Sadly, I still have a herniated disc in my neck and the symptoms that it produces are still painful. Oddly, that doesn't disturb me because I've talked with enough people who've had similar issues and there is a viable fix through surgery.

One of the things that I did learn, at least for me, physical therapy goes beyond the borders of just physical. When I went before work, it helped me get through my day much better. After work, it provided a great way to relieve the stresses of my work day before coming home.

Thanks to all of you who made the time I spent there so good that the good came back with me. Until the next time, I'll see you all again...further on up the road.

Monday, September 18, 2006

A Bonding Experience?

On the left, the evil mom. TO the right, the insecure fat kid. Watch what happens...

Untitled Post

Here's a neat little quote I authored as I returned to work from a hearty lunch today, "I've come to that point in life where having a little elastic in my waistband is a good thing, and not so much a funny thing."

Since the semester started, life accelerated to a crazier pace than I expected, which is the reason I've been quite lax in my posting.

<--This CD has been a pleasant surpise; a gem if I do say so myself....and I do.

My cat does 4 things very well:
  1. Eats
  2. Sleeps
  3. Poops
  4. Runs at top speed throughout the entire house many times
I'm done for now. With love....I'm outta here.

Thursday, September 14, 2006


Tuesday morning my day at work was far from the usual. Something happened that offered further proof that there must be deeper reasons why things happen when they do.

It started out in the usual way and about 10:00 am, I left the library en route to the bathroom when a student flagged me down, “…excuse me, some kid is up in the student lounge and I think he’s having a seizure!” I needed to rely on instinct at this point because I had no frame of reference. I immediately went to the nurse’s (M’s) office and told her what I had heard and asked if I should call 911. She grabbed a stethoscope and a blood pressure machine and we both headed upstairs.

M sat beside the patient, who was mostly unresponsive, eyes rolled back, and mouth gaped open, and immediately asked me to call 911. Once the call was made, M asked me to search his backpack for identification. Within the hour, the young man came around slowly while M tried to comfort him and get the necessary information to help him. The paramedics arrived in about five minutes and took control while M continued to ensure the comfort level of the young student. I just hung around ready to be useful when and where I could.

As the medics were prepping the patient for departure to the hospital, M asked me to go look up contact information so that we could get in touch with his family to let them know what happened. As I returned upstairs, the medics were hauling the young man off and I returned to my desk attempting to find my way back to my job duties.

As the day progressed and now, as days have passed, I can’t help but think about my dear friend who recently celebrated seven months seizure free after a radical surgery where a segment of her brain was actually removed. Actually, the surgery is far more sophisticated and complex but I am not capable of elaborating. I know that many years of suffering from numerous seizures at unpredictable times had taken a great toll on her and I can’t even begin to imagine how much harder it had to be to mother her five children. Fortunately, a solid family, strong spiritual foundations, great kids, and good friends have always been a part of my friends’ life.

I can’t help but wonder if being placed in the position to witness and assist the young man was as least in part so that I can gain greater awareness to what my dear friend has had to endure. I’m still trying to figure out if perhaps there is some necessary connection that needs to be made with this young man. I can’t say that I recall ever having seen him before and I’ve seen him at least three times since.

Right now, I can't help but wonder.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

It May Not Smell Like Roses, But It Does Smell Like Licorice

For the last few days, the bathroom at work has had an odd aroma of licorice. It's a rather plesant aroma considering the alternatives for that room but certainly an unusual one for that location as well.

I really don't know where to go with this. Not sure if I need to go any further. I think I'll just go - for now.

Monday, September 11, 2006

I'll Never Forget

There's not much more I can thoughts and prayers are with everyone.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

My How Things Have Changed

Back in my late teens and throughout my twenties, some prime beer drinking years, I was never one of those few who did the "Heiney" thing. The beer in the green bottle witht the red star on top always tasted a bit "funny" to me, so I stuck to the more traditional malt bevereages of the American beer drinking youth (Bud, Michelob, etc.).

Years later, and with a more mature taste for beer (I'd rather drink the urine of a stranger than Bud, Coors Light, or pretty much any other mass produced in Milwaukee brew), I was recently introduced to Heineken Light (which I opted for in favor of the less than urine flavored Bud Light). I must confess that I enjoyed the beer so much I drank several of them. Days later when grocery shopping, I stopped at the local package store for a 12 pack of Heineken Light for my own home.

I'm not sure whether it's my matured taste or that Heinken Light is radically diferent from what I remember of Heineken previously (I haven't had one in at least 15 years); I don't actually care...Heineken Light, I Love You!

In other news of things that have changed, my cute little cat Oliver has light chocolate brown markings coming in on his face making him even cuter than he already was.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Checking in with Sunflower Seeds in Hand

Hi all,
I've not had a chance to be here as much as I'd like this past week with the start of classes at the college, prepping for my class that I am teaching, and getting the daughter ready for and started at school.

I am noshing on a bag of David's Sunflower seeds (shh!, don't tell David), watching yesterday's Project Runway off the DVR and sipping on a Peach Citrus Fresca trying to wind down from my day.

Something that I hope to elaborate on at a later date is a bumber sticker I recently saw (again)..."Don't Laugh, It's Paid For!"

Is Jimmy Kimmel underrated?

Out for now...

Monday, September 04, 2006

Rest in Piece You Crazy Bastard

He seemed impervious to pain and especially death. However, we once again have proof at our own mortality as the one and only "Crocodile Hunter" Steve Irwin was killed at the age of 44 while filming a documentary. It seems odd to me that he was killed by a stingray, which according to reports "He came on top of the stingray and the stingray's barb went up and into his chest and put a hole into his heart;" I've seen the guy beat the crap out of psychotic crocodiles and stand up to poisonous snakes...

There are plenty of stories all over the Internet for those who are interested. I've learned through these stories that he wa lotlot more than what he was to me. For me, Steve Irwin was pure entertainment. I really just enjoyed vegging out "The Crocodile Hunter" because it's just so out there and his personality on top of what appeared to be just complete insanity was entertaining to me. Through reading some of the stories about his death, I've learned a bit more about how he was an environmentalist and deeply respected and loved in his homeland of Austraila. Odd how the first thins I saw this morning was this story...may he rest in piece and may his family find their way to peace as they carry on through this tragedy.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Wanted, Children's Book Author

My recently turned eight year old daughter and I have read to each other forever. Bedtime always involves a book and some chit chat. The other day, she handed me a small pink journal and asks me if I could write a book for her. OUCH! I asked her what she wanted the book to be about and her response was "Angels." SO I promised that I would try to write a little bit each day and see where that would take us.

What follows is the introduction page and the first story that I have written thus far. All of which was written over two session completely off the top of my head.

Angels Among Us

Have you ever met an angel? I believe there are angels all around us. One of my favorite things to do is hear stories about angels. In my life, I’ve heard more than one thousand stories about angels. I don’t remember all of them but I do remember some of them. In the pages of this book, I will share with you some of my favorite angel stories; I do hope you love them just as much as I do.

#1: Adam’s Angel

Adam was six years old and loved to play baseball. Adam tried very hard but he had bad eyesight which made it difficult for him to hit and catch the ball.

Every night before he went to sleep, Adam prayed, asking God to help him. Adam never gave up – not on himself, not on his ability to play baseball, and not on God.

On Adam’s seventh birthday, his school made Adam have his eyes examined at the school nurse’s office. The nurse told Adam that he should ask his parents to take him to the eye doctor.

A couple of days later, Adam’s mom took him to see Doctor Al. Doctor Al told Adam that the reason he was having problems playing baseball and seeing things was because he was nearsighted. But, Doctor Al knew how to make things better, he told Adam that he needed to wear eyeglasses.

So, Adam, with his mom’s help picked out some cool eyeglass frames and about an hour or so later, he had his brand new glasses.

The doctor said that it would be a couple of days before he was used to them, but they would help him with a lot of the things he was having trouble doing.

Sure enough, after a few days, Adam felt more comfortable than ever in his new glasses and amazed at how much different everything looked now that he could see them as they were meant to be seen. Most of all, Adam was ready to try playing baseball again.

Adam was a little scared and nervous but looking forward to getting on the ball field again now that he could see very well. Adam’s team started out in the field, he was playing in the outfield when a ball was hit all the way to the fence. Everyone was sure that Adam would have no chance to catch the ball but with his new glasses, Adam was able to prove that he was better than they thought. As soon as the ball was hit, Adam focused on the ball and ran to where he thought it would end up. The entire ball park went completely silent just as Adam jumped to the top of the fence and grabbed the ball, stealing a home run and making the third out of the inning.

The rest of the game was pretty boring until the last inning when the other team scored one run and as Adam’s team came to bat, there was a chance they might lose the game. The first two batters made quick outs and now the pressure was really on. Bobby, who batted before Adam was up with two outs and managed to get a base hit, now Adam came to bat and had a chance to really make a difference for his team.

Adam swung hard at the first pitch but missed for strike one. The pitcher threw the next ball faster than the first one and again, Adam swung hi bat really hard but missed for strike two. Adam was getting nervous because he knew that one more strike would mean the end of the game and he really didn’t want to let his team down again especially because he knew he had the ability to hit the ball and he saw the ball better than ever thanks to his new eyeglasses.

Adam took a deep breath and said a quick prayer before stepping back into the batters box. “Dear God, please send me an angel to take away my nerves and help me focus on the ball.”

Adam stepped up to home plate and held his bat up. The pitcher threw the ball and Adam kept his eye on the ball from the moment it left the pitcher’s hand. At just the right time, Adam swung his bat, only this time he hit the ball so hard that it flew completely out of the ball park for a home run. Adam had won the game for his team and was the hero of the day.

As Adam ran around the bases he looked up to heaven and said “thank you” to God for sending him an angel just when he needed one. Adam got to home plate and was greeted by his entire team where they celebrated their victory.