When I first saw this show advertised I thought to myself “this looks like a great show”…and that was it. FINALLY I caught a few episodes and as expected – I love it. It is based in the 1980s from a young boy’s perspective. Growing up the in 1980s myself – the episodes I watched really brought my back to my childhood – with my tape collection and all great things from that decade.
If you have not seen it – give it a look: http://abc.go.com/shows/the-goldbergs. New episodes will be available this fall.
If you have not heard of this and you are a runner or cyclist – check this out: LifePaint
Note – this would also be awesome to use on anyone playing hide and go seek at night – without their knowledge! In all seriousness though – this is a great idea and I hope it helps make the streets safer for bikers/runners.
Of the three cars I have ever owned, all of them have been Volvos. When Ford purchased Volvo back I figured it was the end for Volvo. Although I am still rocking my 2000 S80 – I have been thinking about what I would drive next. No Volvo over the last ten years really excited me and all of them seemed like some “high end” Ford that did not have anything that made it special. I was excited to see how Jaguar changed after being sold by Ford and was hoping the same would be true for my beloved car company Volvo. A few years ago, Volvo was sold and I patiently awaited the rebirth of their amazing car line. Thankfully, the wait is finally over. Volvo recently announced their new S90 which looks amazing inside and out.
For the first time in a long time Volvo announced a car that looks very promising as well as looks like a return to the Volvo I know and love. I am very excited to test drive it in the next few months and regardless if I end up buying one – I am glad to see Volvo back on track. Nice work Volvo and welcome back!
About a week ago I saw a hole dug by an animal under our front stairs. I thought to myself – I should really deal with that, but instead walked in the house and did not give it too much thought.
Two days later the skunk that dug the hole decided to move in under our front stairs and sprayed everywhere. Our house now stinks, we stink, and I have windows open in every room…while it is in the 20s. This just reminds me that simply ignoring issues is not the way to go. It is always better to be proactive v. reactive and we are now paying the price.
So – if you see an animal moving in somewhere around our house – take action right away…and if you are visiting us, perhaps wait a few days until pest control has this under control.
I cannot stress this enough to my kids…(and myself)
“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers
One of my 2016 goals…
“It’s not the daily increase but daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential”
– Bruce Lee
With only a week left before the big day – here are some of things that top my list this year:
- NES & SNES RetroDuo Portable Handheld Console V2.0 CORE Edition Black – I still have all my games. Time to start playing more John Elway football again!
- Wall Mount Uppercut & Hook Bag – I have some killer uppercuts and this will only make them better
- Astronaut food – why not?
- More Mexican Everyday Cookbook – I cannot eat enough Mexican food
- Old School Map – as a student I loved when my teachers pulled these down and used them.
- Bose SoundLink Color Bluetooth Speaker – who doesn’t need it?
We found a newly retired relative of Colby and decided we wanted to meet him. Little did we know we ended up bringing him home the same day! He is a week off the track and so we have to spend some extra time with him teaching him about windows, doors, reflections, stairs, etc.
Jack (as in the color of Jack Daniel’s whiskey) is young – only two – and we will get more of his story in the next week or so. He was so new to the rescue we came home without much information other than his pedigree.
For his life so far – he has only known a crate as a home and never had so much free room like in our house. He spent most of last night wandering from room to room not knowing what to do. He is great on a leash, likes the kids, plays with toys, and is doing a great job with his big transition to retirement. I had to literally place him on his bed – as he did not even know what it was. (He chose the hardwood next to the bed for his place to lay down before I put him on his bed and forced him to lay down.) Rescuing a greyhound and teaching them life after racing can be challenging, but also very rewarding! We look forward to having him as a part of our family!
Back in November 2008, Amy, a friend, and I went up to meet our next dog. I had him all picked out. An excellent runner right off the track, and half brother to our late greyhound Triscuit.
When they first pulled him out of the kennel – yes pulled – they told us he was just nervous. He literally would not move. Trying to pull a large dog – all muscle at 80lbs was challenging but I was determined to show this dog that I could handle him. Amy thought I was getting a dog too soon after his sister died, but I just had to have him. Since we had fostered a dog as well as had another one – the organization we work with allowed us to foster him which really meant we got to take him home sooner than later. Evan was not even two so we also needed to make sure our new dog was kid friendly. We were told to muzzle Colby for the initial month until he got used to everything and everyone. After week 1, it was off, as Amy and I knew he would never hurt anyone. He was so easy going and just loved anyone and everyone. It turned out he was extremely stubborn, but I always say – no one will ever beat me at the stubborn game. His stubbornness was a challenge – but we got a trainer to help us win the battle!
The first few weeks were trying though because he had never walked on a leash, dealt with stairs, or understood the concept of windows. I remember thinking “oh my gosh, he is going to go right through the window!” – as he would run into them not knowing they were even there as he saw another dog outside.
Colby was the non-dog lover’s dog. Even though he was big, he never jumped, rarely barked (maybe 5 times in total that I can think of), and would love it if you pet him and rubbed his ears, but would leave you alone if you only wanted to say hi. He got all sorts attention by all. People always commented on how beautiful he was. Regardless of his 20 hours of sleeping – he always kept his amazing muscular physique. All he needed in life was food, water, some of your food, and a nice walk. For a long time – I would take him on a three mile walk each morning to ensure we both got out of the house and exercised. Nothing made him more happy…except perhaps when we all got home each day from being out.
Sure – he knocked over all of us at one point in time when coming home because he was so excited to see you – but as quickly as he got excited, he would also quickly find his way back to his bed. The kids would walk up to him, grab onto him, run their walkers into him and he would simply move away. He was insanely great with three kids and I loved him so much for that.
Colby also loved the couch but we moved into our current place he no longer needed the couch – instead he got his own carpeted room with a bed in one corner and a pile of blankets to nest in in the other.
Colby also loved his big fenced yard. He would lap around it and then stop to chew on some wild chives that we have growing until we would yell at him to come in. He loved to sunbathe in the summer and was even known to spend some time in our garden from time to time. I could always get him to run but never got him to fetch or even play with toys.
Working at home – he and I spent a lot of time together. Any time I would get up and walk around, he would come see what I was doing. If I was stuck on something I would go find him and pet him to break up the day. When I got my lunch, he would join me in the kitchen as he knew I would always give him some of my cheese and crackers. I always felt comfort hearing his nails click/click on our floors. Even though he would never stop an attacker – or even get up to see who it was – he always made me feel safer having him in the house with me.
This picture was taken a few days ago. Even though he limped while walking – he never winced when running.
A few weeks ago he came in from the back yard limping and barely moved the next day. Amy wanted to take him to the vet – but I had a feeling it was going to be like it was almost seven years ago. He was limping, but when he laid down he did not pant or look like he was in pain. He ate, he drank, he would even run back in the house after being out! Finally – two days ago Amy convinced me that he was not getting any better and that we should take him to the vet. She got me to take him on a walk – something she knew he loved – and something she knew would tell us if he was in pain. I decided to take him around the block but within the first few houses I knew it was not good. We had to turn around because he was in pain and finally knew we needed to take him to the vet. Amy made the appointment and told me she would take him and the kids the next day (last night) since I had a meeting. I knew it would not go well and so I told her I would miss my meeting and we would all go. We got him into the car (barely – he was having a hard time standing) and within the first mile – Amy pulled over and I got in the back and held him so he could lay down/brace himself against me.
Amy lifted him out of the car and helped him into the vet’s office. As soon as the doctor saw us she asked us if we ever had a greyhound before because she also knew the likelihood of the situation. She gave him heavy duty pain medication and took him back for X-rays. Since all 3 kids were there, Amy went back initially to look at the results and within a few moments I got called back to look at them too. I knew it was not going to be good, but it was a lot worse than we thought. It was bad bone cancer and his front leg looked like as she described it “swiss cheese”. She said it was so bad that it just fracture if he fell or even walked the wrong way. Treatment was not an option as even aggressive chemo and an amputation would result in maybe a few more months for our boy. We did not want him in pain – and so we knew what we needed to do.
We called in the kids and had the vet bring Colby in to say our goodbyes. We all cried and said what we loved most about him, then the boys decided they did not want to be in there when he died, so Amy took them out of the room and Cora and I were with him until the end (about 630PM). I held him and told him how much I loved him as he took his last breath.
That was a picture I took of him earlier in the day before he died. He had the best ears. He will be forever missed and will always be remembered as our perfect dog.
Fifteen years ago Amy and I saw the cutest kitten. She was super tiny (always was), cute, and was the troublemaker of the litter. When we choose her – the people who were fostering us asked us if we were really sure because she was always causing problems. Our other cat at the time Pita never really liked her, but Salsa held her own.She always tried to eat whatever you were and even drink your drink. She was a forever kitten.
When the kids were born – she disappeared into the basement. Some of our close friends and neighbors did not even know we had a cat. About a year ago, she started coming up, and sitting with our oldest son Evan every night. She was his “BFF” and it was super cute. After fifteen years with us – Salsa passed away. She will be missed and forever loved!