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Walter Comes to Town

Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

Our old friend Walter (a.k.a. ‘Wally’) came into town last weekend. We met up with him and several other college buddies in the Glen, an outdoor mall in Glenview. It’s funny whenever these guys get together. The same old college stories get told, but they all laugh as hard as if it was the first time they’ve heard it. It gives me the warm fuzzies to know that even though our lives have changed so much, we can always get together and things are the same again. Except for the times when we have to chase after our kids.


Not his kid!

It was so weird, hanging out, eating at a noodle joint and having ice cream afterwards. We were done by 8:30, though it felt like 11:30. It didn’t seem like too long ago that we’d be eating at steakhouses, going out drinking and dancing and finishing the night off by going out for greek food and coming home when when the sun was rising. Now we have to worry about putting our tikes to bed and hoping that they don’t wake up too early so we can get as much sleep as we can.

Ben and Jayden definitely had a ball, running around the animal sculptures, dancing and being sugar crazy - thanks to Uncle Wally buying everyone ice cream. Jerry really got a kick out of their inability to make the “l” sound when pointing and yelling “Clock!”. After Manny had Jayden run a couple laps to tire him out, it was time to call it a night. It’s so rare that we get together anymore that I really cherish these times together!

Here’s some pics:

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Ben’s Birthday Pictures

Saturday, April 26th, 2008

As I said earlier this week, Ben’s party went well. My aunt from Cincinnati came to stay with us and she was a great help in getting the treat bags together.

The day of the party was definitely hectic. I made some last minute wings and cupcakes just in case there wasn’t enough food. We got to the party place (a multipurpose room at the local park district) about half an hour early, and immediate everyone got to work. If I didn’t have everyone there to help out - Dave’s family and my own - I would never have been able to get everything ready on time. My in-laws and my dad took care of getting the catered food all set up, Fatima and Melanie were on balloon duty, Dave’s cousin helped with the tablecloths, and I had my mini-helpers on table-confetti duty.

To my surprise, people came early - which means they came on time. Whatever happened to Filipino time*? Even the entertainment - the balloon artists came early. Not to worry, everything was more or less set up in time.

The rest of the day is pretty much just a blur. I think the reason why I freak out so much over these things is because I feel like I have to make sure that everything is ok, but I never have time to talk to people, though I have no idea what keeps me so busy. There were so many kids running around - luckily the balloon artists were so patient and made multiple balloons for kids (and the few adults that were brave enough to go in line). The kids had a blast with their balloon animals and having mini sword fights with their balloon swords. The adults had their fill of Italian beef, mostacolli and herbed chicken.

Ben’s birthday cake was humongous - I decided to go a little bigger in size, because people could always take leftovers home, but the cake looked much bigger than the sample that they showed me at the bakery. Ben did a great job blowing out his candles - we even did the whole “Happy Birthday” song twice. The cake was delicious - which I didn’t find out until after the party because I was “too busy” to eat some. We’ve still got a couple plates of it in our fridge.

All in all, it was a great party. Ben went crazy opening all his gifts - we’re trying to pace him in playing with them so he doesn’t get overloaded, but that’s not going to last!

Here’s some pictures:

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* Filipino time means that you add an extra half hour to any timed event - 45 minutes if it’s a wedding

Adventures in Georgia

Monday, March 31st, 2008

This story isn’t for the faint of heart. If you are easily grossed out, you should stop reading now. Don’t blame me if you throw up after reading this post.

Anyway, last year I was in Georgia, right near the Florida border. As I was leaving my client’s site, I had noticed some bugs flying about. It was something I hadn’t noticed the days before that. I just waved them aside, got into my car, and started heading toward the airport. That’s when the attack happened. It seemed like there were millions on the bugs flying about. In just a span of five or ten minutes driving, my windshield was covered with bug carcasses. I kept on driving, but it was getting a little hard to see. Then, to make it worse, it started raining. Not a downpour, which i think would have helped me, but an on/off drizzle, one that required me to use my windshield wipers but didn’t give me enough rain to actually clean the windshield. So after a bit, my windshield was this gross mess of smeared bug guts.

Of course, I had to take a picture:

That ain’t it, folks…

Since I had to re-fuel my car anyway, I stopped by a gas station to clean off my windshield. As I was filling up my rental car tank, I got the gas station squeegee that you can usually find in the island where the gas pump is. I don’t know if you’ve ever used one, but they’re usually kept in an area right under the garbage in a well of water or cleaning stuff or whatever so you can soak your windshield first, then squeegee the water and dirt off your windows.

So I grab the squeegee, avoid the trail of water that follows it and start washing off my windshield, scrubbing with the wet sponge part of the hard to remove carcasses on my window. After I finished one side, and started the other, my brain started digesting something that had been bothering me when I first started cleaning my windows. There was a weird smell. What was it? Something was NOT right.

Then I realized it.

…and I was horrified.

…and I wanted to throw up, right then and there.

But before throwing up (which I never did, but let me tell you, I had the feeling for the rest of the day) I ran to the island and put the squeegee back in…carefully. Why? What was the weird smell to make me freak out?

URINE.

Someone had peed into the well where the squeegee was stored. That pee was now on my car windshield.

I put the gas pump back in, ran back to my car, got inside and started driving away, while making sure to turn on my windshield wipers and pumping a LOT of fluid out there to flush out the icky stuff on the window. But no amount of windshield wiper fluid could stop me from smelling it. It could be that the smell was no longer there, but my mind just couldn’t get rid of it. Did I step in it? Did it get inside the car? Was it on my hands? My clothes? I was going crazy.

I returned the pee-covered car to the rental place, and my first stop at the airport was the bathroom, to scrub my hands and arms, yet it still didn’t get rid of my dirty memories or that smell inside my head.

So let this be a lesson to you, dear readers, take a whiff of that squeegee BEFORE using it!

Dream Interpretation

Sunday, March 9th, 2008

I’ve been getting a lot more sleep than usual lately. Been working extra hard during the days on multiple projects and I usually fall asleep the same time that I put Ben to sleep. I’m getting old and my body can’t take my late night internet wanderings anymore! Anyway, whenever I get a lot of sleep, I start having crazy, vivid dreams. Most of them I can’t remember, but usually there’s one that will stick in my mind - especially if it’s the last dream I’ve had before waking.

Here’s two of them that I had last weekend:

I am at the Olsen twins New York apartment. Yes, Mary Kate and Ashley. They’ve got a pretty swanky place…their whole kitchen is full of hi-tech gadgets, all set up by Google, one of their sponsors. I’m there with my family to attend a confirmation - it’s a Catholic ceremony that is your last step in becoming a full fledged member of the church. However, I have no idea who the people are that are getting confirmed - it’s the two children of this Chinese family. Why is it at MK&A’s place, I don’t know.

I’ve got my good camera on me and I’m taking pictures of everything and everyone. The ceremony is taking place on their balcony/patio and there’s a beautiful view of New York City. Of course, my mom wants me to take pictures of her with the skyline in the back. The father of the children getting confirmed doesn’t have his camera, so he asks if he can borrow mine. I give him my camera and he’s snapping away during the ceremony, right up against the bishop who is performing the confirmation. I’m surprised at how comfortable everyone is with the father totally in their faces with the cameras.

After the ceremonies, I’m taking group pictures of everyone - the family, MK&A, my family and other random people. Then, in the middle of it all, I realize that this has got to be a dream, because my mother isn’t alive anymore. I review the pictures in my camera, and the pictures that I had taken of my mother don’t show her on the balcony - they look like pictures of her taken in a photobooth - one picture, but divided into 4 panels, each with my mother in a different pose. I look around for my mother, and she’s gone. I find my sisters, and tell them what’s going on - that I saw my mother. They don’t believe me, so I pull out my camera. I can’t find those photobooth pictures. Even worse, when I look at the group pictures that she was in, she’s not in them anymore.

That’s about all I remember.

Another dream has me living in this building with a whole bunch of other people. It must be a museum or something. The people who live in this building are kinda like my tribe - we’re not necessarily related to each other, but we all share something in common.

One day, I’m walking around the building and I see my ex-coworker. I’m surprised to see him, but it’s a great reunion. He has come to live in our building, and he’s brought his wife and kids. We’re all happy to have them all join us and we treat them as though they’ve always been there. His son and daughter are having a great time with all the children and they’re learning a lot. They all quickly become part of our tribe.

After some time, I feel compelled to meet my ex-coworker in the main hall. There’s no one else but the two of us. We’re talking and something just doesn’t feel right. I find out that all this time we’ve been lied to. He actually isn’t my ex-coworker, but a robot, sent to destroy my tribe. His while family is comprised of deadly robots, and they’ve been sending out subliminal signals to my people to gather them in rooms so they could die. That’s also the reason I felt like coming to the main hall - so he could tell me about the plot right before killing me. He bursts into flames and the whole room explodes.

Next thing I know it, our building is destroyed - except for one room. One of the elders in my tribe comes up to me and tells me that evil-robot-ex-coworker’s robot-kids overrode the subliminal signals and gathered my tribe into the records room, saving not only my tribe, but all of our history. The time that the robot-children spent with us taught them about family and they wanted to protect us.

Crazy stuff, right? My brain is working overtime at night!

I See a Red Moon Rising

Thursday, February 21st, 2008

So yesterday was the last lunar eclipse until 2010, and fortunately for me, it wasn’t cloudy. But it WAS damn cold. And since I was too lazy to put on any socks, it didn’t help my frozen little feet. Another challenge? American Idol was on for two hours, one hour of it during the actual eclipse. Thank God for commercial breaks! I headed out onto my driveway with my trusty tripod, camera, zoom lens, camera hood and plastic bag. Why the plastic bag? To put my camera in before going back inside, preventing my camera lens from fogging up in the warm indoor air.

I remember seeing a lunar eclipse when I was a lot younger, with my low-tech telescope that my dad bought me perched on top of our family station wagon. I don’t remember if it was cold back then, just that me, my sisters and my father patiently waited for the moon to disappear. My spotty memory doesn’t recall how much of the eclipse we saw, or even if it was a total eclipse, but I do remember being happy.

Anyway, the last time I tried watching the lunar eclipse, I was in Buffalo and it got cloudy just as the eclipse was about to happen. So I was determined to watch this one, and with my new fancy schmancy technology, take pictures of it. My neighbors and the 7-11 workers across the street may have wondered about the weird lady coming out at weird intervals with her tripod and camera, taking pictures of the sky. But had they been watching American Idol, they would have realized that I was going out during the commercial breaks, which was just enough time to see the eclipse in different phases. Each time, my tripod was SOOOOOO cold as I was bringing it back in, since I didn’t have gloves on. I fought the temptation to lick the cold tripod to see if my tongue would stick, “Christmas Story” style.

Anyway, I took a lot of pics, and only a quarter turned out well. But there were some good ones, so here they are!


The total lunar eclipse - the moon is blood red and you can see a sliver of the moon on the right side


Zoomed out a little bit - the star Regulus is at the top and the planet Saturn is on the left


All the phases of the eclipse I saw
Didn’t finish the eclipse because it was damn cold outside!

It was incredible to witness. However, it was not fun going in and out of the house to take pictures. Since the moon was high in the sky, with the tripod I had to kneel on the ground to position my camera, so my knees were frozen. Also, during the total eclipse it was hard to focus my camera on the moon. It was also difficult to figure out the right settings for my camera, but I think I did OK this time around!

Holy. Shit.

Sunday, February 17th, 2008

So the other night I was picking Ben up from the in-laws after attending the wake of a woman I’ve known for almost all my life. It had been a long day (as most days have become lately) and it was about 10pm. There weren’t too many cars on the street as we drove along - about two car lengths ahead of me in the other lane was a van, and there were 2 other cars in the distance behind me.

We’re driving down the street, with Ben’s jams playing in the background. The van in front of me crosses over some train tracks, and I hear it honk their horn. I don’t see any other cars in front of the van so I’m wondering why this guy is honking. Is he honking at me? What did I do? Was I wrong and were the cars far behind me honking? Is there a pothole I’m being warned about? As these thoughts are crossing my mind (which takes a couple seconds to read, but in reality just took a split second to cross my mind) I was passing the train tracks, and I heard the van’s horn again. But then I realized what it actually was - THE TRAIN’S HORN. As my car was crossing the tracks, I looked to my left and saw, not more than a fifty yards away from me (i have no perception of distance, but it was pretty damn close) the bright light of an oncoming train. It had been the train that was honking at the van in front of me, and it was the train that at that second, was blaring at me.

With my heart in my throat and my last breath suspended, I pressed the gas to go faster. Not that it mattered because I was already going pretty fast. Once again, all this happened in one tiny moment, but just like all of my other near-death experiences like this, I could remember every single thing that happened, and it feels like time was suspended - Matrix style.

As I drove away from the tracks, trying to recover and bring my heartrate back down, I watched in my rearview mirror, waiting for the train to just miss my car by a hair, but it never happened. About two car lengths after I passed the tracks, the crossing lights FINALLY turned on. There was NO way they were turned on as I was passing because a) the car in front of me passed through b) i would have seen the lights when i was trying to figure out why the car in front of me was honking and c) i’m pretty sure there’s a gate at that crossing…

About a block away from the scene, I saw the train - the train that was shining it’s bright light on my and blaring as I was passing the railroad crossing. It was slowly crossing the intersection, at about 5 miles an hour. I guess they already knew that there was a malfunction in the lights and had already slowed down before crossing the intersection.

Even with that, it was still a scary experience, being so close to a train as I was crossing the tracks. Funny thing is, I usually check tracks before crossing them (well, I slow down slightly). This time, though, I was just tired and distracted - i guess, though, that’s when the accidents usually happen, the one time when you’re NOT paying attention.

I’m still kinda freaked out!

Our First Cubs Convention

Monday, January 21st, 2008

Every year, I try and get Cubs Convention tickets for Dave, since he’s such a huge Cubs fan, but every year I find out that it’s sold out. This year, Dave’s coworker was able to score some tickets and we were psyched! I gave Dave my quick tutorial on what to do at conventions (being a comic book convention vet myself) like wear comfortable shoes, bring something to read while you wait in line, bring things for them to sign, make sure you read up on who is going to be there and what sessions are available, bring food, etc.

It was a pretty cold day, but we had our Cubs gear on. Dave’s dad was wearing his Cubbie blue pullover, Dave was in his Prior jersey (which he will be removing the letters on before the next season starts), I had on Dave’s Zambrano jersey (because I don’t have my own :-() and Ben had on his warm Cubbie pajamas. He looked like a little Cub clown.

We got to the Hyatt downtown and it was PACKED with people in Cubs gear. Dave had dropped us off in the front of the hotel, so we waited in the lobby for him. While we were waiting, a man was walking through and people were asking him for autographs. He looked familiar to me, but I wasn’t sure who he was. Then I heard someone whisper to someone else, “It’s Jim Hendry!” (the general manager of the Cubs). He was actually standing right next to Dave’s dad signing autographs, and looked right at me, smiled and had a look of, “Anything you need signed?”. I must have looked like a deer in headlights. Since Dave had all the stuff to sign, all I had on me was my convention pass. I gathered up my wits, took off my pass and handed it to him, which he smiled and signed. Then he walked off or something like that because I really don’t remember.

As I said before, there were tons of people there. The two coat checks were full so I decided to take our coats and let Dave, his dad and Ben go off and start enjoying themselves. I went downstairs to check our coats and there was a long line for even the coat check. When I near the front of the line, I saw the sign that said, “$2 per coat”. Oh snap! I didn’t even think to bring any cash with me. So I started digging through my pockets, looking for cash. By the time I got to the front, I only had four dollars. “Um, I only have four dollars, so I can only check in two coats…” I said. Part of me was hoping the lady would take pity on my, wink, and say, “It’s alright hon, I’ll put two on a hanger…” But no….she said, “So which two is it gonna be?” I started lifting the coats to see which one wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to bring around, and I made one last effort, digging deep into my pockets. Then my Cubs miracle happened - two more dollars at the bottom of my pocket! Hallelujah! No coat left behind!

The convention was a ton of fun, though I have to admit, my comic conventions were a little better organized. Dave was hoping to get his bat signed by his childhood favorite, Bill Buckner, but the lines for him were crazy. He then decided to get into Ron Santos line, because the person right after Ron was Cubs hall of famer Billy Williams. So we decided to part ways while Dave waited in the HUGE line for an autograph.


The lines for autographs were CRAZY!

Ben, Dave’s dad and I headed out to some of the sessions. The first one we went to was a session with Cubs manager Lou Piniella. He talked a little bit about last year’s team and the team to come. What I enjoyed the most was the Q & A session. There was an older woman who came up to the mic and said something like, “I’ve been a lifetime Cubs fan (all questions seemed to start like that) and I want to ask Lou one question - Why do you keep pitchers in even after they’ve sucked for a couple innings?” Everyone laughed and went, “Ohhhhhhhh!” Lou said that sometimes he had to keep them in because he had to give time to the bullpen. Then she said, “You know sometimes I just want to throw my chair at the television! You need to get them out!”, to which Lou replied, “Listen, I’ll give you my cell phone number, and when you start feeling like you’re going to through the chair at the TV, you give me a call and I’ll take out the pitcher!” Lou was very charismatic and very quick witted when replying to the questions, yet pretty honest. I didn’t take notes so I don’t remember anything else.


Lou and his coaching crew (Lou has the blue shirt on)

Dave came back a little frustrated, saying that he had waited so long in line for Billy Williams autograph, and about 30 people before him, Billy’s time slot was over and Steve Trout and Les Lancaster took over. They’re still great players and Dave had them sign a baseball, but he was really hoping to get that bat signed! I think that’s one complaint I have, though I know that there are space restrictions - Dave waited so long in line for a specific person, but he got someone else. That would just not fly at a comic book convention - If I was in line for Jim Lee and got Rob Liefeld instead, I’d be pissed! At the comicon, they have one line per artist, and the last person in line has a sign that says, “I’m the last person in line”…the artist signs for everyone in their line. Take note, Cubs convention organizers!

Since we had front row seats in the always-packed grand ballroom, we decided to just chill there for the rest of the day, listening in on whatever sessions were up. The next session we watched was definitely the most fun - Win Lose or Draw. It pitted some Cubs legends - Tim Stoddard, Bill Buckner, Doug Dascenzo and Bob Dernier - against the current players - Bob Howry, Ryan Dempster (who looks 10 years younger in normal clothing), Michael Weurtz and Scott Eyre. Two lucky fans were put on the teams, as well, who ended up being ringers because they were so awesome at the game. It was cool to see the players so relaxed and having fun with each other. When the current players came up to the lightning round, 2 points behind the legends, Dempster came up to draw, to which someone in the crowd yelled, “Don’t mess this one up!”. We laughed. Howry, Eyre and Weurtz laughed, and Dempster shook his head.


Ryan Dempster draws for his team

The cool thing is after Win Lose or Draw, several of the players stayed behind to sign autographs. There was a throng of people trying to get things signed, and the players (mainly Bob Howry and Michael Weurtz from my vantage point) patiently signed as many as they could.


Bob Howry signs autographs for the masses

Dave got lucky a couple times and got signature from several of the players. Having Ben is an advantage in times like this!


Dave and Ben get a signature from Scott Eyre

In between sessions, I walked around the convention looking to see if I could find Zambrano to sign my jersey, or at the very least, to take a picture of him. Unfortunately, the session he was in was closed because of the capacity limit so I didn’t get to see him. I did get to take some awesome pictures of other players, since I didn’t have to wait in line if I just wanted to take a picture. Look in the gallery link at the end of the post for some nice pictures of players. Unfortunately, the lighting wasn’t always great and the rooms were pretty big, so I had to convert some to black and white.


Hall of Fame newbie Ryne Sandburg


Easy-on-the-eyes pitcher Sean Marshall

The next session up was all about 8-8-88 - the day the lights were turn on at Wrigley. I loved the way that the old players spoke about their time at Wrigley, and listening to their interactions with each other. Even after so much time apart, it’s obvious that they still enjoy each other’s company. I felt like an eavesdropper as they recounted stories from the times they were Cubs. Rick Sutcliffe was a great storyteller, complaining about how Ryne Sandburg always teased his toll booth skills. Andre Dawson recounted an at bat with Sutcliffe when he was with the Dodgers, and Sutcliffe almost ripping Dawson’s mustache off with a bad pitch. Ryne Sandburg talked about hearing the announcer say his name, then Wayne Messmer interrupted with, “Um, *I* was the announcer for that game” which became a little joke for the rest of the session since Ryne had forgotten that Wayne has been the announcer for the team.


Rick Sutcliffe tells one of his crazy stories

The last session of the day had some legendary players, like Mr. Cub Ernie Banks and Ron Santo and some new players, like Scott Eyre and Mark DeRosa come and talk about the Cub mystique - what it’s like to be a Cub, and what it means to them. Ernie Banks made a very touching speech about the energy in the ballpark, the quality of the fans and how playing with the Cubs is an honor. He truly IS Mr. Cub…he had the whole room (which was more than filled to capacity - even the balcony was packed) clapping and cheering. DeRosa had some great stories about when he was still playing for the Atlanta Braves, and the Cubs would be in town. He would come out to play, and more than half of the stadium was in Cubbie blue - it was as if it were a Cubs home game. He thought to himself, “Man, I wish I was playing with the Cubs!” Scott Eyre had a similar story, going to Atlanta with Mark as part of the team. They had decided to play catch before the game, and went out onto the field. There were tons of Cubs fans there, super early, and there was a loud cheer that filed the air as the guys went out - just to play catch. Then the Braves players came out - the home team - and….nothing. Crickets! Mark talked about how during the division championships last year, how he could hardly hear himself think - that’s how loud Wrigley was, and how proud he was that he was the person up to bat, and he was so overwhelmed he even thought about taking a time out (which he thinks he should have) and how disappointed he was to hit into a double play.

It was heartwarming to hear these guys talk about their team, what the Cubs mean to them, and to talk with the fans about their experiences. They appreciate the support we give them, not just at Wrigley, but the Cubs fans that are scattered all over the country, filling up seats in empty parks and cheering on their team. It was a nice way to end the day!


Ernie Banks makes me proud to be a Cub fan


Mark DeRosa talks about having the home team advantage at other parks

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Happy New Year!

Tuesday, January 1st, 2008

Happy New Year to you all! Hope that 2008 brings much happiness to you and your loved ones.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I know that sounds cheesy, but I really want to make an effort this year to make my life better. Last year, in comparison to other years, wasn’t my best or happiest. I’ve lost a bit of myself, and this year, I want to get it back. I want to make this year one that I can reflect on and think, “Man, this was one awesome year!”

I think this year I’m going to start password protecting some posts - not the whole blog, but this is the first time I feel that it’s necessary to hide my “public” thoughts from the general public. There are just times that I want to rant, rave and scream to the high heavens about crap, but I can’t because of people who might be reading or the trouble I might get into for speaking my mind. It’s sad, but I think that venting here would make life a little easier.

But enough of this negativity!

2008 started out pretty well. Dave, unfortunately, was on call, so he couldn’t be at our family party, but outside of that, it was more or less the same New Year’s eve I’ve been having for all of my life. We went to my aunt’s place, ate TONS of food (I made pasta, chocolate butter cupcakes with coffee cream cheese frosting and Illini cupcakes - orange flavored cupcakes with lemon buttercream “I”s) and played video games. Since only a couple people could play at one time, I suggested we play “Spoons”, a game we used to play as kids. It’s a pretty physical and violent card game, kind of like “Musical Chairs”, but instead of everyone having to grab a seat, they have to grab a spoon. It was a lot of fun, and it was nice to do something that didn’t need to be plugged in or controllers. We were all able to play together, interact, laugh and hit each other - and all we needed was a deck of cards and some plastic spoons. It was suggested that next time we up the stakes and play with knives instead. :-P

We then stayed up to the wee hours playing Scattergories, yet another game we played as kids, and Marlon kicked our asses, which was pretty sad since he had been drinking a lot. We tried to watch some “Paranormal State” but it was hard to be scared with the clicking of mah jong tiles in the background. After that, we watched “Curse of the Golden Flower” since it was subtitled, but I was exhausted so I went to the room where I had abandoned my child and went to sleep.

So now I’m back home and Dave’s tired and sleepy since he was up all night at the hospital. I was nice and shoveled the driveway and we’re now watching the Tournament of Roses parade…getting ready to watch the Illini play USC.

I-L-L!

I-N-I!

Kindness Comes Back

Thursday, December 20th, 2007

Saw a really nice story about a donation to the Salvation Army:

$10K donation goes in Salvation Army pot

EXTON, Pa. - An Army veteran who remembered getting free coffee and doughnuts from the Salvation Army decades ago gave a $10,000 check to a dumbfounded bell-ringer.

“The $10,000 is to help pay for my coffee and donuts,” he said in a handwritten note signed, “P.F.C.” “Seems fair to me after 40+ years, with inflation and everything.”

The man gave the check to a volunteer outside a department store at the Exton Mall on Friday, said Capt. Gerald Morgan, a spokesman for the Salvation Army of Greater Philadelphia.

The man remembered being given coffee and doughnuts while serving in World War II and wanted to return the kindness, Morgan said. His name was on the check and he has given large amounts in the past, but he asked the Salvation Army not to identify him.

I love hearing stories like that. As you might already know, I love to donate to the Salvation Army during this time. I’ve actually been giving more this year since I no longer work downtown and don’t pass by my favorite bell ringer as much. I don’t even know if he’s still there, but I hope he is, because he makes every day a little brighter with his singing and kind words, and I hope he stays warm.

Barry the Bellringer

Christmas Card Out Takes

Thursday, December 13th, 2007


Since I’m too cheap to get a professional picture done, I decided to take my own Christmas card picture with Ben. Even if I wasn’t cheap…I have yet to step foot in a mall during this holiday season - a) because I hate malls during this time and b) I’ve been so busy with work, most of my Christmas shopping has been done online.

When Ben was a little non-walking baby last year, it was EASY to take a picture of him. All I had to do was cover the rocking chair in a blanket, plop him down, wave a toy in the air, and I had tons of great pictures to choose from.

This year, it’s a little tougher. He’s constantly in motion, and he HATES wearing hats. When we first put up our Christmas tree, he was fascinated by it, constantly going up to the tree to touch the ornaments (gently, as he’s learned to do). I knew that it would be the perfect backdrop for his Christmas pictures.

But once the cute jammies were put on, and the hat was attached, the coolness factor of the tree was gone. He had moved on to throwing his football around or rolling around on his truck. I was able to get him still a couple times with some gummy bear bribes (yes, I know they’re HORRIBLE for his teeth - I made sure he brushed afterwards). Unfortunately, getting him to laugh or even smile on cue is still something I have yet to master.

But finally, after three sessions, I got some great shots that I’ll be sending out with our cards - at this rate, they’ll be out mid-2008.

For now, enjoy the out takes…