Wednesday, August 26, 2015
August 26, 2015 at 02:24PM
A rare, public sighting of the cantankerous Cuneo. In these photos he is enjoying a pie facial as is the custom of this exceptional beast.
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Sunday, August 16, 2015
August 16, 2015 at 09:05AM
Had an awesome time yesterday at the reunion! Thank you to everyone involved! Especially Parry Naito and Hannah Naito! Thank you so much for all you do!
Friday, August 14, 2015
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
August 11, 2015 at 04:21PM
"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of the intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the beauty in others; to leave the world a bit better wether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that one life has breathed easier because you lived here. This is to have succeeded" #Emerson You succeeded RW #RobinWilliams
Sunday, August 09, 2015
August 09, 2015 at 08:13PM
From the depths of old internet comments comes another incredible gem of a story. One user wrote the following heartfelt plea online: "My friend just died. I don't know what to do." -The reply by this self-titled "old guy" might just change the way you approach life and death. I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents... I wish I could say you get used to people dying. But I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see. As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive. In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life. Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out. Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.
Tuesday, August 04, 2015
August 04, 2015 at 06:30PM
While I'm ranting: MATTRESS FIRM on Hitt, just made my shit list. Here's why: First impression: nice staff, knowledgeable, seemed concerned with getting me the best bed for ME without trying to sell me unnecessary overpriced things. Where they failed was not telling me about the 'hidden' fees they charge. If you do the "90 days same as cash" option it's $50. What part of "same as cash" means that I should have to pay an EXTRA $50?! I declined and stated that I would pay with my debit card. AFTER they ran my debit card for the full price of the mattress/pillow/frame and whatever else, they tell me, "sign here" and I see MORE FEES that I wasn't told about! This time it was $150!! I asked what it's for and they said, "It's just a small restocking fee if you don't like the mattress". But two days ago when I ASKED about the return policy if I didn't like it NO ONE said a dang thing about any fees. That was when I should have been told about it... NOT AFTER I PAY FOR THE F
August 04, 2015 at 02:48PM
Dropped off my car for service (a new windshield that they agreed to put in when I purchased it), when I got the car back it had 60 extra miles on it. Someone at the dealership was joy riding IN MY CAR! I will never trust this dealer again. When I called to complained about it, I was called a liar! He claimed the car was parked "right in front of his window all day" I call BS! Especially considering that this was the SAME MAN that called me at 11am claiming that they couldn't find my car and "are you sure you dropped it off". Are you freaking kidding me? I know why they couldn't 'find' it, because someone was out JOYRIDING in it! HORRIBLE! Oh, and to top that off, they had my car from 8:30am until 4pm and NEVER INSTALLED THE WINDSHIELD! I had to reschedule the install. I WILL NEVER BUY FROM Hertz Car Sales AGAIN!