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Post by spacel0rd on Dec 25, 2009 8:43:57 GMT -5
Hope its a good one!
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Post by onering on Dec 25, 2009 14:50:04 GMT -5
Merry Christmas to all you good people! Here's hoping you have a peaceful moment to enjoy the day (favorite c*cktail optional!) on your own terms!  |
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Post by kim on Dec 26, 2009 7:25:11 GMT -5
Back at ya and to all of the great folks that are true to this great site! Thanks Kim |
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Post by blackers45 on Dec 26, 2009 14:39:58 GMT -5
Hope all had a merry X and look forward to a fab 2010  |
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Post by Picklehead on Dec 26, 2009 17:13:14 GMT -5
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Post by cozyal on Dec 27, 2009 0:17:03 GMT -5
Likewise everyone! Hope it was a good one! Al |
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Post by rtbuck on Dec 27, 2009 16:48:04 GMT -5
Happy Holidays !!!!!!!!!!
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Post by snakesandladders on Dec 30, 2009 8:06:17 GMT -5
oNE OF THE best xMASES i EVER HAD..........got lots and lots of gifts ....and so did my g f 'coz it was her b-day on Xmas Eve
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Post by Trexx on Jan 5, 2010 19:28:19 GMT -5
-Warning-Warning-Warning-
Personal Stuff (But I Want To Share With Friends)
My holidays were all messed up.
My Pa died of COPD on December 29th at the age of 71. He'd been in and out of the hospital 3 times since the end of November. He was the coolest dude I've ever known. ( Yes, Rikki is just a hair below on the scale) My hope was that he'd survive longer but his lungs were too damaged. He's one of three people I've known in my life that I've never heard utter a negative or mean word to anybody. The other two people l've known like that are his Brother (my uncle) and his Mom (my grandmother). If you think about it, it's quite remarkable. I've known these wonderful people my entire life and although they're gone (they've all passed on) they were all strong personalities with dynamic lives and families, they all hit the mark of being kind everyday... to everyone.
These are rare people. It's interesting how folks will often confuse kindness with weakness. Maybe that's my Pop's best lesson to me. You can be kind, gentle and loving without being a push-over. I often hear his marvelous advice and anecdotes echoing in my mind... "Walk with a purpose."... "Don't undersell yourself."... "Don't slam- and bang!" (doors and drawers)... "Turn the page on your life, you should take that job." That's some great shit! He also taught me the fun "Dad stuff" like: how to shoot, how to make model airplanes that actually fly, how to appreciate music, how to hook up a stereo, how to make rockets out of matches...) He was fun! Being a jazz drummer most of his life, he easily taught appreciation of music in our home. It wasn't unusual for me to come home from high school to be greeted by a seven piece band blaring away in the front room. A cool-cat Jazz musician he was, even though he did like some rock too. We always had an excellent stereo in the house with extra speakers in the back yard. His favorite rock song was "Big Ten Inch (Record)" by Aerosmith. He really lit up the first time he heard it. "It swings." was his comment.
The last couple of years, I made a conscious effort to spend more time with him. It was very easy to do since he lived close by and I genuinely liked him as a person. We were a lot a like. I may resemble my Mom, but my mind is steeped richly with his personality. We had so much fun doing volunteer work together or hanging out on the patio, just buzzing like bees, talking about all the neat stuff we liked to talk about. He could always make me laugh with his dry, understated humor. When I departed to go home after these visits I would always feel happy and fortunate . I knew to redouble my efforts to remember those precious moments as they occurred. I felt I was on the right track... I think I'll always have wanted just a little more time with him. I was hoping, I was really hoping, but he died. I was, thank goodness, able to say good-bye to him just before he passed on.
My Mom, sister and myself are fine. We're just sad. Pa liked to smoke cigarettes. It was one of his joys especially as he got older.
According to his last wishes, there won't be a funeral. This Spring we're driving his ashes to Nevada. There, we'll meet up with some of his closest friends. We'll load his ashes into an artillery round so we can blast him out of one of the Nevada Light Artillery Milita's cannons, ala Hunter S. Thompson style.
Hey. I said he was cool!
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Post by kim on Jan 8, 2010 11:19:49 GMT -5
-Warning-Warning-Warning-Personal Stuff (But I Want To Share With Friends) My holidays were all messed up. My Pa died of COPD on December 29th at the age of 71. He'd been in and out of the hospital 3 times since the end of November. He was the coolest dude I've ever known. ( Yes, Rikki is just a hair below on the scale) My hope was that he'd survive longer but his lungs were too damaged. He's one of three people I've known in my life that I've never heard utter a negative or mean word to anybody. The other two people l've known like that are his Brother (my uncle) and his Mom (my grandmother). If you think about it, it's quite remarkable. I've known these wonderful people my entire life and although they're gone (they've all passed on) they were all strong personalities with dynamic lives and families, they all hit the mark of being kind everyday... to everyone. These are rare people. It's interesting how folks will often confuse kindness with weakness. Maybe that's my Pop's best lesson to me. You can be kind, gentle and loving without being a push-over. I often hear his marvelous advice and anecdotes echoing in my mind... "Walk with a purpose."... "Don't undersell yourself."... "Don't slam- and bang!" (doors and drawers)... "Turn the page on your life, you should take that job." That's some great shit! He also taught me the fun "Dad stuff" like: how to shoot, how to make model airplanes that actually fly, how to appreciate music, how to hook up a stereo, how to make rockets out of matches...) He was fun! Being a jazz drummer most of his life, he easily taught appreciation of music in our home. It wasn't unusual for me to come home from high school to be greeted by a seven piece band blaring away in the front room. A cool-cat Jazz musician he was, even though he did like some rock too. We always had an excellent stereo in the house with extra speakers in the back yard. His favorite rock song was "Big Ten Inch (Record)" by Aerosmith. He really lit up the first time he heard it. "It swings." was his comment. The last couple of years, I made a conscious effort to spend more time with him. It was very easy to do since he lived close by and I genuinely liked him as a person. We were a lot a like. I may resemble my Mom, but my mind is steeped richly with his personality. We had so much fun doing volunteer work together or hanging out on the patio, just buzzing like bees, talking about all the neat stuff we liked to talk about. He could always make me laugh with his dry, understated humor. When I departed to go home after these visits I would always feel happy and fortunate . I knew to redouble my efforts to remember those precious moments as they occurred. I felt I was on the right track... I think I'll always have wanted just a little more time with him. I was hoping, I was really hoping, but he died. I was, thank goodness, able to say good-bye to him just before he passed on. My Mom, sister and myself are fine. We're just sad. Pa liked to smoke cigarettes. It was one of his joys especially as he got older. According to his last wishes, there won't be a funeral. This Spring we're driving his ashes to Nevada. There, we'll meet up with some of his closest friends. We'll load his ashes into an artillery round so we can blast him out of one of the Nevada Light Artillery Milita's cannons, ala Hunter S. Thompson style. Hey. I said he was cool! Trexx,... This is one of the finest posts I've had the honour of reading in years. My sincere condolences to you Trexx and kudos regarding the above tribute to your dad. It truly makes the rest of sad that we missed out not having known such an exceptional person ourselves. I'm not gonna get into a extended reply on this one...you've pretty much said it all in a very short, but well worded tribute to a father, friend and mentor, who was by all accounts, a great person! Your loss is one that is shared by those of us that have taken the time to read your words. Thanks Kim |
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Post by IRON BALLS on Jan 8, 2010 19:02:10 GMT -5
-Warning-Warning-Warning- ( Yes, Rikki is just a hair below on the scale) Wow, somebody does care about me, thanks Trexx, and sorry for your loss. My dad died in 1989, and my mom in 1998. I still think about them often. Sometimes I wonder if they have been reborn again, and having to attend school all over again, would that suck or what?   : |
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