Friday, March 27, 2009
Thanks to Mike Garvey for creating this event and his hard work keeping it going.
Congratulations to all the participants, particularly those that blogged every day
Go see the Eclectic Improv Company at Shea's Smith Theatre, March 28th and the last Saturday of every month.
Support local theatre!!!
Don't let Jump The Shark die. Come out and see us some time. And if you're in a bar that regularly books bands, please tell them that they NEED to get JTS in there.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
And honestly, I'm too friggin' tired to offer any more. I spent most of my evening trying (unsuccessfully) to get my mother's computer to work properly. Just about the last thing I wanted to do upon my return home was sit down at MY computer and blogetty-blog.
This is all I can say about parenting:
Be understanding. Whatever age the child is now, you were that age too, and probably just as annoying (if not more so).
Be patient. When they're driving you up a wall, cut 'em some slack.
Be loving. Look, these young persons are, quite literally, a part of you. How can you not love that? Embrace them for all of the similarities and differences. Show them that you appreciate them for who they are.
Be the parent you would want (and maybe had). Make time for them. Play, talk, share. It's all good.
Be supportive. Even if you don't understand.
OK, I'm tired. Gotta get to sleep. I'll be refreshed and ready for Day 13!!!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Ugh...camera phones do me no justice at all!
This was taken in my office at Safetec of America, Inc.
Safetec is a manufacturer of infection control and first aid products.
I am the Quality Manager.
My walls are mostly bare.
I usually do not wear a tie.
I don't know why I'm smiling.
Monday, March 23, 2009
The people you look up to, not the sandwich.
Unless you look to a turkey sub for guidance and life lessons.
When I was a kid, my hero was Gilbert Perreault, flying down the ice, a blur of blue and gold, long hair blown back. He was awesome.
I think it is natural for a kid growing up to have these heroic images of people, be it an athlete, fireman, teacher, whatever.
Now that I am an adult, I can look back on my life (thus far) and see only one person that I would view as heroic. That would be my father.
Big Joe Kreuzer passed away six years ago of complications from Alzheimer's. He was just shy of his 61st birthday.He was diagnosed at 55 with what they called "early onset" Alzheimer's. Not a day goes by that I don't miss being able to ask him about life, about being a husband and father. I miss going golfing or to the movies, or just watching a game together on TV. I miss being able to gloat proudly to him about his grandchildren.
He was heroic to me because he showed me so much about life without doing any more than just being himself. He worked at Bethlehem Steel for 18 years and was wise enough to see that things were going downhill in the industry, and returned to college at night to earn his Masters degree. When the plant shut down and he got laid off, he used that education to take on a job in Financial services. After a few years building a reputation and clientele, he went into business for himself, opening Kreuzer Financial Planning. He was a hard working man.
But anyone that knew him would tell you that he was one of the funniest, friendliest people around. He was a large man, 6'6" and pushing 3 bills. He could be intimidating, but his big smile and easy-going manner would quickly put anyone at ease. By watching him, I learned how to open up to people and show them the positive aspects of myself.
He was married to my mother for 37 years, and was a loving husband. He was a great father and an adoptive dad to my and my sister's friends. All the neighborhood kids would come over and play catch or shoot hoops and dad would be right in the thick of it. He was a big kid. A VERY BIG kid. Looking back on his example reminds me to be an attentive and participatory father. Sure, I have a lot of activities in my life. But I always make time to share with my family.
This is not to say that he was a saint. Like any man, he had his faults. I know from where I get my temper, and my penchant for profanity. And my love of fast food.
But I can look back on his minor failings, learn from them, and attempt to be a better man. I have had my successes and my failures, but he taught me to keep pressing on.
So I press on, try to be the best husband, father and man that I can, and hope that someday my kids see something heroic about me.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
It was an unforgettable experience.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Unfortunately, I don't trust my memory concerning such things. Unlike Peter Cumbo, I am terrible with names. I'm much better with faces, but only to the extent that, "YES, I have met this person before."
So, jen14221, if we have met, I apologize. Don't take it personally. It's not that I don't care about you, I just don't care to train my memory.
I very much enjoyed jen14221's response to who would play her in a movie:
Who would play me in a movie? Well - not Natasha Richardson. Not anymore, at least. Yes, I'm terrible. Sorry.
I loved this response because it was honest, funny and shocking. The only other person I know that would respond in this manner is Dave Hoffmann, and I loves me some Dave Hoffmann.
So my question to you, jen14221, is:
Now that Natasha is out of the picture, who WOULD play you?
(I'm going with Katey Segal)