Rants and Raves

I usually try to stay away from using my blog to post bad, negative stuff. But there are somethings that are stuck on my crawl that I just need to vent and then be done with it.

So hopefully, I will not offend anyone, and if I I, this is my blog!

My eye lid has been twitching for the past three weeks and it’s about to drive me to punch someone. Of course, I Googled it and it could either be a brain tumor, mental illness or my imagination. Lucky me!

Why are some people so damn loud? I mean, they have to be able to hear themselves and think, “damn, I’m loud!” I really don’t think they are that important that everyone in a 250 meter radius needs to hear what they are saying.

I have a 30 minute commute (one way) to work. Why, do people who drive slow and are on their cell phone and not paying paying attention feel the need to either ride my ass or drive as slow as possible in the fast lane on the highway? Let’s put it this way, if looks could kill, I would be in very big trouble!

When did blue hair become business office appropriate? And since we are one that subject, when did 6″ spiked heels, leggings when you shouldn’t be wearing leggings and shirts three times too small become business office appropriate. Call me old fashion or someone with common sense to know when is the right time to wear things like that.

Family members, who live in the same State, but only see each other once or twice a year, ask for money for their daughter’s party. One, do you just give it to them because they are family? Or you don’t give it to them, because they have NEVER done or given you anything? I know, I know, it’s ugly, but it jut happened to me.

Mountain Cedar — I hate it. That’s all I’m going to day about that.

OK, I feel a little better now that I have gotten that out of my head. Let’s see if my twitch goes away, smarter people are on the road and the damn Mounbtain Cedar dies off!

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Strongest Dad in the World

I saw this on my brother-in-law’s brother Facebook page.

You know how I am just fascinated with chain e-mail and stories that go around the Internet. I think I saw/read this a couple of years ago. When I saw Steve’s post, I read it again after he posted a challenge –” try to read this without getting teary eyed, I DARE YA!”

So I did read it, while at lunch at work, in the break room, where people walk in and out. So did I beat his challenge? You tell me after you read it if I did or not!

Strongest Dad in the World

Strongest Dad in the World by Rick Reilly
(The last line touches me so…Had to re-post when I saw this photo ♥)

I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.

But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.

Eighty-five times he’s pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he’s not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars – all in the same day.

Dick’s also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?

And what has Rick done for his father? Not much – except save his life.

This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.

“He’ll be a vegetable the rest of his life,” Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. “Put him in an institution.”

But the Hoyts weren’t buying it. They noticed the way Rick’s eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. “No way,” Dick says he was told. “There’s nothing going on in his brain.”

“Tell him a joke,” Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain.

Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? “Go Bruins!” And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, “Dad, I want to do that.”

Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described “porker” who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. “Then it was me who was handicapped,” Dick says. “I was sore for two weeks.”

That day changed Rick’s life. “Dad,” he typed, “when we were running, it felt like I wasn’t disabled anymore!”

And that sentence changed Dick’s life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.

“No way,” Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren’t quite a single runner, and they weren’t quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway. Then they found a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year.

Then somebody said, “Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?

How’s a guy who never learned to swim and hadn’t ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick tried.

Now they’ve done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don’t you think?

Hey, Dick, why not see how you’d do on your own? “No way,” he says. Dick does it purely for “the awesome feeling” he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992 – only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don’t keep track of these things, happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time.

“No question about it,” Rick types. “My dad is the Father of the Century.”

And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. “If you hadn’t been in such great shape,” one doctor told him, “you probably would’ve died 15 years ago.”

So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other’s life. Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father’s Day. That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy. “The thing I’d most like,” Rick types, “is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.”
There comes a time in life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget the bad, and focus on the good. So, love the people who treat you right. Think good thoughts for the ones who don’t. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is part of LIFE…Getting back up is LIVING…Have a great life. And if you liked this post , PLEASE SHARE AND LIKE THIS PAGE and continue to be inspired with sayings that lift us and jokes to laugh at.

Much love to you all, J.J. Cohen

 

 

 

George Benson

Song of the Day — “Give Me The Night” (1980) by George Benson.

 

 

Growing up, I was in love with George Benson nd his songs. I had a couple of George Benson 45″ records and albums.

I heard this song the other day and it has been stuck in my head. So, I wanted to share it with all of you.

GEORGE BENSON,

Click on picture to go to George Benson’s website.

And here are the lyrics (just in case you want to sing along to the video.)

Give Me The Night” by George Benson

Whenever dark has fallen
You know the spirit of the party
Starts to come alive.
Until the day is dawning
You can throw out all your blues
And hit the city lights.
‘Cause there’s music in the air
And lots of loving everywhere
So gimme the night. Gimme the night.

You need the evening action,
A place to dine, a glass of wine,
A little late romance.
It’s a chain reaction.
You’ll see the people of the world
Coming out to dance.
‘Cause there’s music in the air
And lots of loving everywhere
So gimme the night. Gimme the night.

So come on out tonight
And we’ll lead the others
On a ride through paradise.
And if you feel all right
Then we can be lovers ’cause I see that
Starlight look in your eyes.
Don’t you know we can fly?
Just gimme the night. Gimme the night.

And if we stay together,
We’ll feel the rhythm of the evening
Taking us up high.
Never mind the weather.
We’ll be dancing in the street
Until the morning light.
‘Cause there’s music in the air
And lots of loving everywhere.
So gimme the night. Gimme the night

Writer/s: TEMPERTON, RODNEY LYNN
Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics Licensed and Provided By LyricFind

From Songfacts™:  You can leave comments about the song at the bottom of the page.
  • This was written by Rod Temperton, who wrote some of Michael Jackson’s hits, including “Thriller” and “Rock With You.”
  • Patti Austin contributed vocals on this. She also sang on “Baby, Come To Me,” a duet with James Ingram that Temperton wrote.
  • This won Benson a 1980 Grammy for Best R&B Vocal Performance, Male.
  • Quincy Jones produced this. He put an echo on Benson’s guitar riffs.
  • This is Benson’s biggest hit. He started playing guitar at age 8, and was the house guitarist for Creed Taylor’s CTI label before he signed with Warner Brothers and released his first solo album in 1976. That album was Breezin’, and it became the biggest-selling Jazz album in history. (thanks, Edward Pearce – Ashford, Kent, England, for all above)

How True

The older I get, the more I feel this way.

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Hell, Michigan

Saw this picture posted on Facebook and thought it was a hoot.

Guess it was a little cold in Hell!

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History — Name

There are two theories for the origin of Hell’s name. The first is that a pair of German travelers stepped out of a stagecoach one sunny afternoon in the 1830s, and one said to the other, “So schön hell!” ( translated as, “So beautifully bright!”) Their comments were overheard by some locals and the name stuck. Soon after Michigan gained statehood, George Reeves was asked what he thought the town he helped settle should be called and replied, “I don’t care, you can name it Hell for all I care.” The name became official on October 13, 1841. The second theory is tied to the “hell-like” conditions encountered by early explorers including mosquitos, thick forest cover and extensive wetlands.

From Wikipedia

Drinking Bird

Do you remember this??

Drinking Bird

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The infamous Drinking Bird has been popular among children and adults for years. Once Drinking Bird’s head is dunked in water, it will begin bobbing back and forth taking “drinks” with every bob.

Drinking Bird works using properties of thermodynamics, converting thermal energy into mechanical energy. The head and lower body of the bird are hollow glass chambers that are connected by a glass tube. The tube dips into the liquid (methylene chloride) in the lower body allowing the liquid to move up the tube when the temperature of the head is slightly cooler.

The head is coated with red felt that absorbs water with every drink. Evaporation, aided by the swinging motion, reduces the temperature of the head. The vapor from the liquid will subsequently condense in the head. This makes the pressure in the head slightly lower than in the body, and the liquid is pulled up the tube. The bird’s center of gravity is altered as the liquid rises causing it to begin tilting toward the water and the bird takes a drink.

As the drinking bird tilts over, the liquid is eventually removed from the lower body and the lower portion of the tube. The vapor above the liquid then rushes up the tube which equalizes the pressure in the head and body. With this, the center of gravity returns to the lower body and with one swift motion, the bird swings back up away from the water.

From Scientifics Direct, Inc
http://www.scientificsonline.com

Michigan

Check out this NASA photo of lake-effect clouds over Michigan.

How cool is that?

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