I would never say this is the year when refering to my hometown Chicago Cubs, but this could be the year. This is by far the best team I've seen play since I have been alive. I don't have too much to add to this, having just witnessed a comback 6-5 win over the visiting Florida Marlins, but Go Cubs Go
Ya, so this post is kinda weak, but whatever I don't have too much to add =P
Friday, August 15, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
It sucks to get old
So a week or so ago my mother falls walking her dog. Lucky for her she didnt break her hip. slight fracture to the pelvic bone, and she's alright. Needs a bit of rehab but she's up and walking.
She went to the Lexington Home for her rehab stint. Its a nursing home and I gotta tell you, the nightmares that are coming out of that place are insane.
Just today 2 things happened that make me want to go in there and rough someone up.
First, my mother is on a cane at the moment, and its lunch time. A nurse tells her to go to the front of the line since everyone else is sitting (in a wheelchair) and she's standing. So she does. And the woman serving food refuses to serve her cause she cut in line. Orders her to get in line and outright embarrasses her in front of everyone. She about cried on the phone telling me this. THEN while I'm on the phone with her I start going through my answering machine and I got a phone call from them the same day.
They want me to come down and sign papers for Dad, to commit him. So not only are they lost as to why she's is there, they think she is a he! When she went to confront them about it they denied the call ever happened!
Keep your parents out of this nightmare hole in the world!! The End.
She went to the Lexington Home for her rehab stint. Its a nursing home and I gotta tell you, the nightmares that are coming out of that place are insane.
Just today 2 things happened that make me want to go in there and rough someone up.
First, my mother is on a cane at the moment, and its lunch time. A nurse tells her to go to the front of the line since everyone else is sitting (in a wheelchair) and she's standing. So she does. And the woman serving food refuses to serve her cause she cut in line. Orders her to get in line and outright embarrasses her in front of everyone. She about cried on the phone telling me this. THEN while I'm on the phone with her I start going through my answering machine and I got a phone call from them the same day.
They want me to come down and sign papers for Dad, to commit him. So not only are they lost as to why she's is there, they think she is a he! When she went to confront them about it they denied the call ever happened!
Keep your parents out of this nightmare hole in the world!! The End.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
So long Chef!

Issac Hayes died today at age 65. Best remembered by me at least as the lovable and sex-crazed Chef from TV's South Park. But I guess better known for singing the song from Shaft. But ya, a bit before my time.
Sure, he had his falling out with the show, (South Park) and sure it was over dumb reasons, but we all can't be perfect.
I'll never forget the show where Chef and James Taylor sang the prostitute song. classic moment. I laughed so hard I thought I would die. Just the way he gets caught at the end and his verbal expressions.
Anyway, it would seem to me after reading what happened that the old guy just ran a little too hard on the treadmill. Ah well, seeing as he was no longer a part of the show I can't really say I'll miss him and yet be truthfull. I said I'll miss him from the show when he left, and I did. I suppose there really is no point in this post other than a guy died who was funny as a cartoon cook in a badly animated yet extremely funny adult cartoon. The End.
Welcome to me
More times than not I have things I like to get out, so although the blog thing has been done time and time again I felt why not. I tried before but it was purely sports related. While I'm sure most of this will be sports related to, I guess I just felt like having a place to let out my ramblings. So here it is
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