Sep 30, 2009

Short update on life

We were scheduled to tour the local NBC affiliate, 9News this morning. Skyler was really excited, he has been on the tour before, but always wants to go back. Then the tour had to be rescheduled because the morning sports anchor, Susie had a scheduling change. We will get there, just a different day.

Skyler was really bummed out, so we all went out to breakfast this morning for extremely greasy eggs, sausage, hash browns... everything! I am sitting here with my stomach grumbling and my arteries thickening as I type this.

We are in a big fight with the program that Skyler was attending to be able to take a college course, we kept asking all summer for meetings and asking are you set up and ready? They said yeah, yeah, we got it all under control. Well now that it has started, guess what? He has a lot of needs, doesn't he? We don't have a place to change him, the bus doesn't have tie downs for his chair, on and on...

We are pissed, but also so damn tired of fighting the system.

Here is a funny I got in the mail this morning:

Life summarized in . . . . 4 bottles

Shit! I am on my 3rd bottle already!!

Sep 28, 2009

A Dog's Unending Loyalty

The best thing about the CBS Evening News is Steve Hartman, who does the Assignment America segment. Tonight's was a particularly emotional story of a dog thrown clear of a car in an accident, and it's unending loyalty to it's family.

Grab the tissues...

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Sep 27, 2009

Blind kid takes the last shot

If you have read me for awhile, you know that my favorite sports writer, hell, probably my favorite writer of any kind is Rick Reilly. Rick lives locally here in Littleton and has been the senior columnist at Sports Illustrated, and now is at ESPN.

Rick is a lot more than a sports writer, Rick writes about the people behind the sports, what makes them tick, and always has a special place in his heart for a special needs kid. Here is a story he wrote about a kid named Matt Steven, and I hope you don't mind me copying the entire article here.


Matt Steven can't see the hoop. But he'll still take the last shot.

by Rick Reilly

A few seconds left. The game teeters on these two free throws. The shooter gulps. The packed gym goes silent, save for the tapping of a white cane on the back of the rim. That's right. The shooter's brother is under the hoop, rapping a cane on the rim. That's because the shooter, Matt Steven, is blind.

So why is a blind kid in a competitive CYO game for sighted high schoolers in Upper Darby, Pa.? Because he doesn't like to miss anything -- especially free throws.

Matt, a senior, had been on the St. Laurence CYO team for a year and never played in a game -- never expected to. "He just likes being on the team," says Matt's brother and coach, Joe. Matt shoots free throws every practice, though, making about half. And that's what gave Joe a crazy, unthinkable, wonderful idea.

Before a charity tourney this past February, Joe asked the other teams if Matt could shoot all of St. Laurence's free throws. Amazingly, they agreed. So did the refs. A blind kid was going to be his team's designated shooter. Hey, it's still better than Shaq.

Did that make Matt nervous? "Nah," he says. "I shoot 'em all the time!"

The first game, Matt came in and -- to the crowd's shock -- made his first two. He was escorted back to the bench, where he grinned as if he had just kissed the head cheerleader. He was 4-for-8 that day.

Matt doesn't talk much -- he has a stutter -- so when Joe got home late after the game, their mom, Joan, asked, "Any idea why Matt's been smiling all night?"

"Oh yeah," Joe yawned. "He shot all our free throws tonight. Going to tomorrow night, too."

Joan about dropped the spaghetti. Does she like it when Matt rides a bike? Ice-skates? Plays soccer? Sort of. She also dreads the day he comes home hurting.

But Matt already knows what it's like to be hurting. Hurting is being born with two permanently detached retinas. Hurting is having your left eye removed in the fifth grade and the right in the sixth. Hurting is when they send you to a high school for the blind even though the last thing you want is to be around only other blind kids. Matt wants to be around other kids. He aches to be treated normal. Not "He does so great for a blind kid!" Just normal.

That's why the free throws meant so much. He'd begged his parents to let him transfer to a regular school -- Monsignor Bonner. And he'd begged his brother to let him join his friends on the CYO team. And then, for the first time in his life, he was going to be one of them.

Which brings us to Matt's moment in that second game. He'd missed his first six free throws, and St. Laurence was down eight to St. Philomena. Then a full-court press pulled the team to within one with 10 seconds left. That's when St. Laurence's best shooter -- 6'4" senior Ryan Haley -- was fouled in the lane. Surely, with the game on the line, the team stud would shoot his own free throws, right?

Up in the stands, Matt's mom was hoping: Please don't make him shoot these.

And Haley really was going to shoot them, until he looked over at Matt on the bench. "And I thought, He comes to every game, he never misses a practice, he cheers us on. He deserves a shot. I mean, it's everyone's dream to make those shots."

So out comes Matt. And for the first time, the St. Phil fans aren't rooting for him. In fact, they look like they'd prefer that he shoot straight into the hot dog table. "That might have been the best moment of all for Matt," recalls Joe. "For once, he was just normal."

Now the ball bounces under Matt's hand. Now the picture shakes in Mom's viewfinder. Now the rim pings from the cane.

Matt lets go. Off the backboard and through. Tie game. Crowd goes berserk. Says Joe: "I think it helped that he's blind. He couldn't see the crowd, the scoreboard, his teammates' faces."

The crowd stills again. Dribble. Tap. Shoot. Bank. Swish! Up by one. The gym windows nearly break.

St. Phil's players forget to give Matt time to get off the court. They race the ball up. Nine guys are running around Matt, who's trying to find a way to the bench. Make that 10, since Ryan's already off the bench and pressing. Make that 11, since Joe -- tears in his eyes -- is trying to get to Matt. Chaos. Joy. Wonder.

St. Phil's desperate shot misses. Game over.

Since then, Matt's life has gone all kinds of crazy, unthinkably wonderful. His teammates call him Shooter. A girl says she heard all about him. He's even thinking about asking somebody to prom.

I hope she says yes. Best blind date of her life.

Sep 26, 2009

This one is for the PopEye!

I have good friends out there, always looking out for me in a number of ways. A couple days ago Becky from The Pop Eye dropped me an email filled to the brim with win! It is called:

I don't care how good the food is, I ain't eating there!

Feast you eyes, not your mouth, (see what I did right there? A little play on words! Yeah, it was awesome, you can steal it if you want) on this collection of restaurant names that is sure to make you think twice about the #43 on the menu of your favorite Asian place.

Sep 24, 2009

The First Kiss is Always Awkward

A post to push those tats down the page a bit

That's right, they are freaking me out each time I open Blogger, and the dog keeps wetting herself. So away they go to a lower region, thank you!

Who Wants to be a Millionaire?
A contestant, Sally, on 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire?'? had reached the final plateau.

If she answered the next question correctly, she would win $1,000,000. If she answered incorrectly, she would pocket only the $25,000 milestone money. And as she suspected the Million Dollar Question was no pushover.

It was, 'Which of the following species of birds does not build its own nest but instead lays its eggs in the nests of other birds? Is it:

A) the condor

B) the buzzard

C) the cuckoo

D) the vulture

The woman was on the spot. She did not know the answer. She had used up her 50/50 Lifeline and her Ask the Audience Lifeline. All that remained was her Phone-a-Friend Lifeline. She hoped she would not have to use it because........

Her friend was,....... Well, an idiot.

But she had no alternative. She called her friend and gave her the question and the four choices.

Her friend responded unhesitatingly: 'That's easy. The answer is C: the cuckoo.'
The contestant had to make a decision and make it fast.

She considered employing a reverse strategy and giving any answer except the one that her friend had given her.

And considering her friend was an idiot that would seem to be the logical thing to do. But her friend had responded with such confidence, such certitude, that the contestant could not help but be convinced.

Crossing her fingers, the contestant said, 'C: The cuckoo.'

'Is that your final answer?'

'Yes, that is my final answer.'

You are now a millionaire!'

Three days later, the contestant hosted a party for her family and friends, including the idiot who had helped her win the million dollars.

'Jeni, I just do not know how to thank you, ' said the contestant. 'How did you happen to know the right answer?'

'Oh, come on,' said Jeni 'Everybody knows that cuckoos don't build nests. They live in clocks.'

Sally fainted.

Sep 23, 2009

Bat Tat Wednesday!

It's not Bad Tat Tuesday, because it's Wednesday, also known as hump day. And since we are half way through the week, the theme for this bad tat show will be half-assed tat work.

This is a collection that seems to be half thought out, half way drawn, and maybe even half crazy.

Once again, I need to remind you to keep your arms and legs inside at all times, and please, no wagering!

First up is half way drawn. Seriously, was there a time limit here?

I guess at least it was two colors.

Nice work George, er, Scott.

Doesn't this just scream "Lost a bet"?

I am thinking 15 minutes start to finish, tops.

Way to commit to the tat dude.

Not only huge, but leaves a lot of skin... a lot of skin.

Wow, just wow.

How about some half thought out ones?

You will love that when Myspace goes under, even more than you love it now.

30 more pounds of back fat on the canvas, and it becomes a Salvador Dali piece.

Regret those now? Wait until the net generation of controllers comes out! Oh wait, they are out.

Your kids are going to charge their friends to come check out mom's Star Wars tribute.

Your resume looks pretty good, and I like your experience, but I am going to have to go with a non-green person for customer service.

Half crazy? The green guy wasn't crazy enough? Just look...

When the world needs a super hero, they turn to... J├Ągerman!!

Laugh out loud Nazi man. Get your ass kicked much?

I can't even make out all the shit this guy has on, but at least he is committed to keeping his knee stable.

Meat zipper. A fucking meat zipper...

And last but not least:

Yeah, I would probably shoot at you too if I saw you coming at me.

Sep 22, 2009

Shake Weight Re-Dub!

So you start with a product that already looks bad as hell, add a new dubbed in track, and you get totally not safe for work but even better commercial fun!

Sep 20, 2009

To the hills we go!

I had a great weekend and spent a lot of time up in the mountains both days! It is so rare to get up high anymore, it is quite the treat.

Saturday my buddy Russ dropped by and we drove up to hike Mount Falcon and then take a driving tour over Kenosha and Hoosier pass checking out fall colors.

Check it:

From Jefferson Counties web site - The story of Mount Falcon is largely the story of John Brisben Walker, who once owned over 4,000 acres of land in this area. During the early 1900's Walker lived in an elaborate stone house on Mount Falcon while planning the construction of a summer home for the Presidents of the United States, which was to have been located on a ridge to the east of his home. Walker's home burned in 1918, and all that remains of this once splendid edifice are the massive stone walls and numerous fireplaces of a unique mountain castle.

From the hiking trails, you can see the back side of John Walkers dream that did come true, the Red Rocks Amphitheater.

Hoosier pass looked great, this picture doesn't do justice to the golden color of the Aspen groves.

A hawk stopped by the trip over Hoosier pass.

Then we wound up in Breckenridge, and low and behold they were having Oktoberfest!

Somewhere along the way, a kind old frontiersman offered to help me out with a nose itch...

Random video you can probably skip:

Then on Sunday, Kathy, Skyler and I headed up towards Estes Park, then cruised around awhile. This was very cool, because as we were walking down a path that goes beside a golf course, there was a herd of Elk hanging out on the course! The main buck was even bugling a bit.

We went by the beautiful Saint Menlo on the way down the mountain.

Video that is a lot better than the first! Listen for the Elk bugling.