Welcome,
Saturday, the day of my son Drew's birthday party. We decided to go all out this year. But since Greenville only has a bowling alley and a skating rink, we went with the latter. Anyone care for a quick lesson in the history of roller skating? Bear with me. 100 years ago a woman put wheels under her shoes to help her shop faster. The sport was born and grew to national fame in the 70's. Here we are 30 plus years later and it's...well....a good place to have an 8 yr old b-day party! - Not a bad history. Mostly made up? Yes!
My parents were LEGENDS on wheels back when they were in there dating years. They ran a skating rink and, in it's heyday, was the place to be on a Friday night in a little town I like to call Wilmer...cause that's the name of the town. Shout-out!
This means the ability to handle oneself on the four roller-wheeled shoes of death was in my blood. And, I'm not shy about saying, that I can more than stay upright on a pair! But my son has taken the torch and ran...er... rolled with it. He is much faster than me, and is much more balanced than I ever will be.
Short story: We were racing, he was beating me, I pushed him down! End of story.
Kidding (only about the pushing) And, by the way, the music that is played now is quite different than the 70's roller-disco- funky town-where ya from you sexy thang-staying live diddies that once penetrated the walls of the slick floored spheres of popcorned smelling arenas!
Nowadays questioned are posed to the listening audience. Such as just what exactly ARE you going to do with all that junk....all that junk....all that junk? Or maybe you're a girl. Maybe you kissed a girl. Maybe you liked it. Ooh. A rabbit! I think I'll chase. Drives me crazy when old people (and by old I mean anyone older than me) do not get the lyrics right to songs that they do not approve of and are quoting. Such as "Whoops, there it is" ..c'mon...whoops? Or the classic.."Don't touch this nah, nah, nah, nah." Miss that MC Hammer. Where was I? ....Oh yeah. Flo-Rider came on and just about the time Shawty was going low Drew started this dance as he was rolling around the rink. He had his arms out to the side and was-a bouncing up and down to the beat. I would have stopped him but I was too busy trying to catch up (and dancing the same way at that moment.) You WP alumni remember me dancing? Awesome....ly embarrasing to white people everywhere! Hasn't stopped me. Or Drew.
The rink had a mascot. It was a Kangaroo. It made two kids nervous. One to the point of screaming in tears. Drew had his picture made with it and I'll post it soon. All in all. It was a good Mario Bros. themed party. Caden (my 5yr old) had fun as well, and got caught trying to sneak away with some of Drew's toys.
Another year. Another party is done. Another human dressed as an animal. Another cyring kid....probably aimed at the father of the birthday boy's dancing!
Later, Dave-O
(the views expressed in this blog do not represent the views of the national skating association and reserve the right to sue if Mr. Smith if he ever makes up crap about the "history of skating' again)
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Code Blue: Come one, come all!
Welcome.
Friday 10:35am. I'm in the Business Office of the hospital where I work. I'm asking an employee something and I hear an overhead page that exclaimed "Code Blue CT" "Code Blue CT" - For the un-medical of us, CT is where we do our Cat Scans. Quick history: My hospital is a "Surgery Center" - it does not specialize in emergency situations outside of an OR room. We have very, very...VERY few patients that require cpr due to a very inactive ER, and the types of patients we see. (18 - 50 - something year olds having Bariatric surgery. Or, Orthopaedic patients.) Quick plug: If you or someone you know is interested in bariatric surgery let me know.
So, when I heard the code called - I assumed it was a drill, because we have one every few months or so. Well, it was not a drill. I scurried on down to CT where I discovered a fairly large man receiving chest compressions. Questions from the reading audience? Yes, you behind the screen. "Why would a Business Office Director have any business assisting during a code?" I'm glad you asked! First of all, when I was 18 years old I was an ER Tech at Baylor Dallas. I was trained in trauma situations. Trained to know what and where medical supplies was. Trained not to panic. I've now been in the medical field one way or another for close to 12 years. - ...........And I was nosey! Now, in spite of my title, I was still asked to run and get medications from the Pharmacy, an IV pump from the ER, and to get the ICU bed ready. I didn't let this go to my head though. Due to the lack of these situations the Quality/Risk Manager was asking the same things from the Maintenance guy! Also there out of curiosity.
It was a little weird to see the panic on everyone's face. It was just like the TV show ER, except no background music, and there was more unqualified people than qualified, and there was no love triangle with hollywood guest stars.....Okay, it was nothing like ER. But, I was happy be there for the team that was working together to save this guy. We got him stable enough to move to ICU where they held him until we got him transferred to Doctor's Hospital.
At the end of the day I was talking to the Administrator and I told her that I was proud of everyone and the way they responded. Her response tickled me a little. She shook her head, as if to agree with me, and then belted out a "He is lucky to be alive!" - As if to say (and a direct quote from my wife) - "That is one place you do NOT want to have a code!" ....or be a maintenance guy!
Later, Dave-O
Friday 10:35am. I'm in the Business Office of the hospital where I work. I'm asking an employee something and I hear an overhead page that exclaimed "Code Blue CT" "Code Blue CT" - For the un-medical of us, CT is where we do our Cat Scans. Quick history: My hospital is a "Surgery Center" - it does not specialize in emergency situations outside of an OR room. We have very, very...VERY few patients that require cpr due to a very inactive ER, and the types of patients we see. (18 - 50 - something year olds having Bariatric surgery. Or, Orthopaedic patients.) Quick plug: If you or someone you know is interested in bariatric surgery let me know.
So, when I heard the code called - I assumed it was a drill, because we have one every few months or so. Well, it was not a drill. I scurried on down to CT where I discovered a fairly large man receiving chest compressions. Questions from the reading audience? Yes, you behind the screen. "Why would a Business Office Director have any business assisting during a code?" I'm glad you asked! First of all, when I was 18 years old I was an ER Tech at Baylor Dallas. I was trained in trauma situations. Trained to know what and where medical supplies was. Trained not to panic. I've now been in the medical field one way or another for close to 12 years. - ...........And I was nosey! Now, in spite of my title, I was still asked to run and get medications from the Pharmacy, an IV pump from the ER, and to get the ICU bed ready. I didn't let this go to my head though. Due to the lack of these situations the Quality/Risk Manager was asking the same things from the Maintenance guy! Also there out of curiosity.
It was a little weird to see the panic on everyone's face. It was just like the TV show ER, except no background music, and there was more unqualified people than qualified, and there was no love triangle with hollywood guest stars.....Okay, it was nothing like ER. But, I was happy be there for the team that was working together to save this guy. We got him stable enough to move to ICU where they held him until we got him transferred to Doctor's Hospital.
At the end of the day I was talking to the Administrator and I told her that I was proud of everyone and the way they responded. Her response tickled me a little. She shook her head, as if to agree with me, and then belted out a "He is lucky to be alive!" - As if to say (and a direct quote from my wife) - "That is one place you do NOT want to have a code!" ....or be a maintenance guy!
Later, Dave-O
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Say it isn't sew.
Welcome.
Not a good day when the button of your pants zings off like shot through a gun! It's not my fault that they shrunk. Also, the sole of my left shoe came apart as I entered my working environment. Not my fault either. I left my good pair on the bus. Well, THAT is my fault. What do I mean by bus? Do I take local transportation to work now you ask? Why no. But I'll speak about the "bus" at a later date. For all the wardrobe malfunctions - I blame global warming. Maybe someone will give me $700,000,000,000.00 to help me by new clothes.
Well, today is my oldest son's 8th birthday. And, as he so eloquently quoted, "even though it's not my party it's still 'My Day'" In fact, I think he's taking today through the weekend as "His Four Days." He comes by this honestly. Some may think that he gets it from me. Let's go over things that he gets from me.
He loves to watch the Mavs. He will scream out "Go Dirk." - and then say "Are we going for the Blue Team?" He loves to play catch with the football. (Something I also enjoyed with my dad at that age). He like to mix it up a bit. He says "Down.....Set......Kiss a girl" "Down.....Set......Jump off the roof!" Eventually leading to "Hut" which is pointless because I'm not going to take off running due to the laughter. He loves to play Mario Bros. Also a childhood hero of mine up until last year.
I could go on, the crooked pinkies, the insatiable desire to make people laugh, but I guess the one thing that I'm glad that I passed on to him is the ability to pray. He has the most beautiful prayers. They may be meaningless to some adults, but, when he is thankful for "cars, so people don't have to walk, food and drink, teachers, police-men so we are safe, and for his mommy and daddy to be good at work..." well, the tears you're welling say it enough. Happy Birthday Drew!
Not a good day when the button of your pants zings off like shot through a gun! It's not my fault that they shrunk. Also, the sole of my left shoe came apart as I entered my working environment. Not my fault either. I left my good pair on the bus. Well, THAT is my fault. What do I mean by bus? Do I take local transportation to work now you ask? Why no. But I'll speak about the "bus" at a later date. For all the wardrobe malfunctions - I blame global warming. Maybe someone will give me $700,000,000,000.00 to help me by new clothes.
Well, today is my oldest son's 8th birthday. And, as he so eloquently quoted, "even though it's not my party it's still 'My Day'" In fact, I think he's taking today through the weekend as "His Four Days." He comes by this honestly. Some may think that he gets it from me. Let's go over things that he gets from me.
He loves to watch the Mavs. He will scream out "Go Dirk." - and then say "Are we going for the Blue Team?" He loves to play catch with the football. (Something I also enjoyed with my dad at that age). He like to mix it up a bit. He says "Down.....Set......Kiss a girl" "Down.....Set......Jump off the roof!" Eventually leading to "Hut" which is pointless because I'm not going to take off running due to the laughter. He loves to play Mario Bros. Also a childhood hero of mine up until last year.
I could go on, the crooked pinkies, the insatiable desire to make people laugh, but I guess the one thing that I'm glad that I passed on to him is the ability to pray. He has the most beautiful prayers. They may be meaningless to some adults, but, when he is thankful for "cars, so people don't have to walk, food and drink, teachers, police-men so we are safe, and for his mommy and daddy to be good at work..." well, the tears you're welling say it enough. Happy Birthday Drew!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
3K Close Call
Hey there.
So, this past Saturday I'm on a tractor, mowing in the middle of a field (which is not a bad place to be) and I notice, off in the distance, a group of bicyclists riding by in this 3K thing. What's the "K" stand for? "Kill me if I'm ever caught wearing one of those tight suits?" And by "group" I mean like a-MILLION of 'em! They passed by a couple of times and I stopped paying attention. This comes to haunt me later. I finish the back-yard and move to the front. Yes, it takes a freakin' tractor to mow my yard. So, I'm going along side the fence. I mean CLOSE. I mean scrape the paint off with the wire (pronounced WAR) close! Then, I noticed a big....dead....bird on the ground. Is "on the ground" redundant? 'Cause I guess it wouldn't be in the air would it?
Well, as I'm passing and staring at the fataled fowl, I wasn't paying attention at how close I was to the road. A soon as I looked up to turn, about forty suicidal, speedo-wearing people whizzed, by at however fast a group of sorts travels when it's sneaking up on people riding tractors causing near Kubota abandonment. Missed the trumper (tractor bumper) by eleven inches. I slammed on the clutch.....and threw a nasty look, all the while hoping that the leader would trip up causing a rubber-two-wheeled domino effective avalanche not meant to be seen by anyone under 6 years old!
But, alas, no avalanche, and the dead bird remainined. Probably had a heart attack after being approached by Lance Armstrong's posse'.
The end has been reached, your comments are welcome.
Go Cowboys! Go Palin!
Have a pleasant one.
The Dave-O
So, this past Saturday I'm on a tractor, mowing in the middle of a field (which is not a bad place to be) and I notice, off in the distance, a group of bicyclists riding by in this 3K thing. What's the "K" stand for? "Kill me if I'm ever caught wearing one of those tight suits?" And by "group" I mean like a-MILLION of 'em! They passed by a couple of times and I stopped paying attention. This comes to haunt me later. I finish the back-yard and move to the front. Yes, it takes a freakin' tractor to mow my yard. So, I'm going along side the fence. I mean CLOSE. I mean scrape the paint off with the wire (pronounced WAR) close! Then, I noticed a big....dead....bird on the ground. Is "on the ground" redundant? 'Cause I guess it wouldn't be in the air would it?
Well, as I'm passing and staring at the fataled fowl, I wasn't paying attention at how close I was to the road. A soon as I looked up to turn, about forty suicidal, speedo-wearing people whizzed, by at however fast a group of sorts travels when it's sneaking up on people riding tractors causing near Kubota abandonment. Missed the trumper (tractor bumper) by eleven inches. I slammed on the clutch.....and threw a nasty look, all the while hoping that the leader would trip up causing a rubber-two-wheeled domino effective avalanche not meant to be seen by anyone under 6 years old!
But, alas, no avalanche, and the dead bird remainined. Probably had a heart attack after being approached by Lance Armstrong's posse'.
The end has been reached, your comments are welcome.
Go Cowboys! Go Palin!
Have a pleasant one.
The Dave-O
Friday, September 19, 2008
1st Blog
Welcome to the post Special Friends Newsletter 1st initial Blog.
If you don't know what the Newsletters are just hang on. I'll post them in an archive for your viewing pleasure. Warning! - You may be mentioned in there and not in a very attractive way perhaps....
I'd like to speak a minute on what topic I'd like to be covering in the future.
1. Ignorance with southern accents.
2. Oxymorons
3. Phrases that catch my ear and are worth disecting in a very judgemental way!
I will promise not to be lame unless it's over-the-top lame in which case I will be joking and will assume that you know that.
So hang on, enjoy the read, if you reply, try not to be funny - it doesn't look good on you!
If you don't know what the Newsletters are just hang on. I'll post them in an archive for your viewing pleasure. Warning! - You may be mentioned in there and not in a very attractive way perhaps....
I'd like to speak a minute on what topic I'd like to be covering in the future.
1. Ignorance with southern accents.
2. Oxymorons
3. Phrases that catch my ear and are worth disecting in a very judgemental way!
I will promise not to be lame unless it's over-the-top lame in which case I will be joking and will assume that you know that.
So hang on, enjoy the read, if you reply, try not to be funny - it doesn't look good on you!
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