Well, we've been back in the Atlanta area for about 5 weeks now and you can say that, yeah, we've started finally settling in.
And yes, in a lot of ways we are living the cliched life.
The house, thankfully, is almost completely unpacked (except for the loft), we've got most everything where it needs to be and we've started buying the stuff we need to finish filling the place out.
It's been nice being busy almost every weekend, but for me, it almost feels a bit like I've stepped back two years.
It hasn't been quite the same as the first couple of months in Cincinnati for a few reasons. Mostly because I've been finding some stuff to keep busy and have been slowly catching up with people that I haven't seen in a while.
Me at Nebraska game
I also got a couple of freelance gigs, which, quite honestly were fun. Sure, it required me to shoot again, but it was with a small camera and very, very light gear. And I did, quite honestly, enjoy it. I got to go to Nebraska for a University of Nebraska game and Lubbock, TX for a Texas Tech game, shooting a segment for a friends production company. We did promotional spots for Texas Pete Hot Sauce (tasty). And I'm pretty sure there is no chance I'd go to either place if it wasn't something like that.
The challenge now is finding regular work. It's been a little different than it was in Cincinnati for several reasons. The biggest: there are jobs here. Not a lot of them, but a few. And I have friends trying to help me get them. And slowly but surely, they are starting to pan out. I just wish they'd pan out a little faster, but most of you who know me realize my ADD gets the best of me sometimes.
I've talked to a couple of people who are interested in bringing me on-board, but they can't do it right now. And it isn't one of those "We don't have an opening, call me when you do" kind of things.
Me at Texas Tech Game
And then there is this. I'm waiting on word when I can start over at CNN working on a freelance basis. No, it isn't full-time, but it is work. And good work. And something I'm really interested in doing.
Really,we've been doing stuff too.
Our second week here, we had to go to Louisiana to see Michelle's mom. It wasn't an "Ideal" trip, but worked out ok. We've been out to dinner several times with friends and we've even gone to see a Foo Fighters concert.
So yeah, we've been pretty busy. That accounts for 3 of our 5 weekends. Two of those being me travelling, one, both of us. And one where we baby sat Michelle's niece.
Now comes the next step, yeah, it's really, really tough sitting at home waiting for something to happen to keep me busy. But yet that is exactly what I'm doing. And no, I'm not stressed over it because I really believe that I will be working regularly again. Soon.
I'm not a big fan of moving. For that matter, I'm not sure that I know anyone who is.
On the odd chance you don't know, yes, after a little over 2-years in Cincinnati, The Lovely Bride and I are returning to Georgia. We bought a really cool house in Smyrna and though we announced it a month ago (seems like a year), we are moving in full this week.
There is nothing about moving that is fun. And I should know. Since graduating college in 1988, I've moved 13 times (I had to count), with the current move being number 14. So this is a subject that I know a little something about.
Out of those 14 moves, at least 9 of them I did myself with the help of friends. We don't do that anymore.
Where I wrote this--temporary office
And over the years I've added and subtracted, gained and purged a lot of stuff. When we came to Cincinnati from Atlanta in 2009, we moved from a 2600 sq. ft. house to a 1300 sq. ft. rental house. Since living here we downsized to an 1100 sq. ft. apartment. And now we are moving back to an 1800 sq. ft. house.
But back to the question. Why does it take so long?
Here are my thoughts: First, you have to give notice at your job if you are leaving it. I finished work at the palatial digs of WCPO on Sept. 25th. I gave them notice on the 7th. That is 18 days. And what's worse, I knew I was leaving at the end of August. I just couldn't say anything.
Maybe that is why this seems like such a long process: We've known we were moving for 60-plus days and are just now getting to do it.
Anyway, continuing on my list: You have to find someplace to live. Sometimes that is easy, sometimes it isn't. We were lucky. We are friends with our realtor and she's helped us in no short order; sell 2-condos, buy 2-houses and sell 1-house. She knows us pretty well and what we like. We found a place in a matter of a couple of days. Specifically, in one weekend.
Then there is the move itself, which may be one of the single most stressful things you'll ever do in your life. Yes, it was easier, to an extent, when you did it yourself. It's much more difficult when movers are involved.
We got estimates from 2 sets of movers. And believe it or not, the cost was nearly $2000 different. For the same stuff. To pack and load our stuff, which there is no longer a ton of; and to move it to Georgia.
You then have to schedule them..in advance to do it.
Sept. 2009 the move to Cincy
They came yesterday (Tues. the 4th) to move our stuff and I now sit, writing this in an empty apartment. TLB is cleaning parts of it that I didn't yesterday and we drive down to Georgia tomorrow (6th).
I've never been so ready to be done with something my entire life. No, I don't have a job down in Atlanta (yet), I think it won't take as long as it did here in Cincinnati (6-months). So I'm a little anxious about that. But it's also a lot easier to find something in the town you are living in than from 500+ miles away.
I know, it will all be over soon and we'll be spending our weekend unpacking our stuff and finding out how much we need to fill up the house. I look forward to that.
I guess though I really shouldn't complain too much. It does pale in comparison to the move up to Cincinnati. That one, we knew about at the end of March 2009, we didn't get to move until that September.
Guess this kind of sums it up...and it is one of my favorite songs of all-time:
Betcha thought you'd never hear from me again on this blog...did ya? Or am I so predictable that you knew I'd eventually come back.
Ah...it's probably a little of both.
Really, the big reason I'm back is because I wanted to share about a great concert we saw last week (Aug.4th).
We saw Sir Paul McCartney play Great American Ball Park here in Cincinnati.
And yeah, he was every bit as good, or better than advertised.
The video screen
We've all, or at least I think we've all been to big, stadium concerts growing up. For me, it was the "Rock Superbowls." Me, my first big concert was a "Rock Superbowl" in 1983 (I'm old), featuring Journey, Bryan Adams, Sammy Hagar and Aerosmith. It was a drizzly late-summer day in Orlando, Florida and we went to the now Citrus Bowl (former Tangerine Bowl) and sat in the metal bleacher seats for 4 hours.
It was pretty impressive.
But not as impressive as Sir Paul. Think about it. A 69-year-old "Rock Legend". He's put in the time, toured for years and lived the life. Yet he popped up on stage on a 85-degree, humid night in a Red Sport coat ready to entertain.
And entertain he did. For not one, not two, but three hours. No opening act. No sitting down and taking a water break. No intermission. Three hours of non-stop hits from the Beatles, to Wings, to McCartney the solo artist.
Oddly, there was a mix of ages in the crowd. Mostly older, there was a healthy amount of teenagers and twenty year old's too. And they got it.
For me, it was nostalgic and as the Lovely Bride will tell you, I was "Way" into it. So into it that my voice was shot for a day and a half afterwards. For those my age, McCartney's music was stuff we heard as kids and made you think about that time.
Me and the Lovely Bride in our seats..
It was impossible to not smile. And laugh. And sing. We did all of that.
So you are probably asking, why are you giving us a concert review?
And the answer is two reasons: One, because if you are above the age of 30, you must go see him play live if you can. And two, for those of us with bucket lists, it's one more thing that I can now scratch off.
Here's some kinda crappy cellphone video of "Live and Let Die", this was so cool the video doesn't begin to do it justice:
10, well, no--actually 11 days on my own. Really, anyone who's known me for a long period of time is probably asking what's the big deal about spending 11 days without the wife? I'm mean, dude, you lived on your own for how long?
Roughly about 18-years. From age 22 through age 40. 1988 through the end of 2005.
And before anyone says "Aw, you're just whipped" (Tom Leonard), it's not quite the same as when you are younger.
Yeah, sure, you can pretty much do whatever you want. You can go out and drink beers and hey, I get to watch more sports in this time period than I will in the next 10-months. But it is different.
Unfortunately, part of it may be because I'm where I am (Cincinnati) and away from the friends I would normally hang out with during this time, and part of it may just be because I'm getting old, but either way, it's just really weird working and then having to come home and take care of both myself and the cat.
And it's not that I don't know how to cook, I actually do...and from what I'm told, I'm fairly good at it. I just don't cook much anymore, Michelle does that.
It's funny when you have all this time to yourself and you are wishing that you didn't have all this time to yourself. Never thought I'd be at that point. I always had work and up until my current job, I worked...a lot. That's not to say I don't now, but it is different.
The Wonder Dog
Heck, I don't know, maybe part of it is missing the dog. For the last 11 years, I had the Wonder Dog with me to keep me company. That's not to say Oliver, the cat, isn't good company, but it is different. Sure, he has his time where he hangs out with me...he is sprawled out on the back of the couch behind me while I write this. But it is not the same, it's different.
Really, I just miss having 'Chelle here with me. I miss what one of my co-workers calls "Sexy married time" or sitting on the couch in gym shorts and t-shirts watching TV together. I'm not whining here, really. Part of her job now includes travel, and I'm down with that. It's usually just a couple of days at a time, which is a little easier, but it's just the way things worked out this time.
I hope this doesn't come off sounding like I'm a whiny bitch. I'm not trying to. I guess I'm just lonely right now. You know, I had to do this for a couple of months in 2009, when she moved here for her job and I had to stay in Atlanta until we sold our house, that was much, much harder than this.
But, hey, between this and the constant love and attention OnlineSportsGuys takes out of my day, combined with work and I'm pretty busy and the day is over before you know it. Time will fly by, and the leftovers will run out, and 'Chelle will be home in less than a week now, so I got that to look forward to.
It's a safe bet, none of the stuff in this clip will happen (of course movie was made in early 80's):
Me producing Sunday Sports Special--circa 2005/Courtesy: jon nelson
There are some things that you just know how to do. And because of that, you just assume that everything associated with it will be easy.
It's not that simple.
For anyone who's known me since I've been working in TV, you probably are aware that I produced Sports shows and Sportscasts on and off pretty much since I started in the business.
Sure, there were periods of time where I didn't do it. After all, I was always a Photojournalist too. I shot a lot of video in that time and had more than a few bosses who just assumed that was all I did.
It isn't.
Today (5/4/11), I got to do something I've never done in all my years in TV, I produced a Newscast. You might ask: "Why is that a big deal?" "Didn't you say you've produced Sports shows?".
I did say that and I did produce Sports shows. Heck, I've won awards while doing it. I created or helped create a couple of Sports shows in Atlanta, so, yeah, I know how it's done.
Me and Mark Harmon interviewing Michael Boley/Courtesy: atlfalcons
News is different.
Sports isn't easy to produce, but it's different. I never really believed that until today. Sure, I worked in News off and on throughout my career and have a pretty good grasp of it. But I can safely say...producing a newscast is entirely different than doing Sports.
Why is that?
Sports is fairly straightforward and simple. There is a lot of ad-libbing involved, but you know the content. And you can be a little looser and more flexible with it. That means you don't have to be exact in your timing. For instance, when I did my Sunday Sports Special at WGCL in Atlanta, I always knew that I could go into the show about a minute light. I knew that my anchor, Mark Harmon would make the time up and if we were tight at the end of the show with time...I could tell him to pick up the pace and he would.
News is nothing like that.
When you are producing 30-minutes of a 90-minute news hole, you have to be pretty close to exact in your shows. You have to make sure things are timed to the second. You have to hit your breaks at certain times and you have to put as much content in the show as you possibly can.
Me working at Atlanta Motor Speedway/Courtesy:Me
With a sports show, you can put in a rough time for stories knowing that you don't have to be precise getting in and out of it. News, is completely different. And if you aren't exact, the whole show gets out of whack. If the whole show gets out of whack, then you have to start cutting things.
In a sports show, you can just say, kill a particular story and it isn't that big a deal. As long as the show times out in the end, everyone is happy. News is nothing like that. If you are really heavy it not only impacts the stories in the show, it impacts Weather and Sports. And neither the weather folks nor the sports folks like it when you cut their time. And depending on the people and situation, they may let you know about it.
Having been on the Sports end of it, I don't like cutting their segments. Really, I don't. Though the on-air folks need to know it isn't personal.
Let me give you an example. In Atlanta, when I first started, Sports came after Weather...right after weather. If the weather guys went long, which they on occasion do, it meant condensing the Sports. When it started happening 3-4 times a week, we (me and my anchor) finally had to say something to the News Director (the boss) about it.
The compromise was putting a break between weather and sports. It didn't always mean Sports got all of their time, but it did most of the time.
It was a good feeling today to get back in the chair. It's funny, I was a video photographer for 20-years and only produced for roughly 9 or 10 of those years. I like producing, it's something I took to pretty well and it's something most everyone who knew how I worked figured I'd be decent at. I don't miss the shooting part, heck, I actually have feeling in my shoulder for the first time in the past 5-years. Yeah, it hurts once and awhile, but its mostly depending on the weather or how much I use it.
I do, at times, miss going out on stories and the adventure of being in the field. I always enjoyed that part. But I'm older now. I've done an awful lot. I've been all over the country covering stories and been to most of the biggest events in my generation's lives. I'll always have that, it can't be taken away and the people, places and things I've experienced, most people can only dream of.
And even though I've moved back into News, my heart is and will always be in Sports. It's what I know best and the looseness and spontaneity of it I always enjoyed. Sports people and the people they cover don't generally take themselves quite as seriously as News people do.
But...lift a glass. Enjoy your beer. Me, I've done something not everybody can do, I crossed the streams. I changed flight. If it wasn't official before, it is now, I've become an honest-to-goodness news guy.
It's a little weird, but then again, it's early David Bowie. But it is somewhat appropriate:
Today has been a strange day. No, the last few months in some ways have been really weird. It's almost like we are living in a different world then we used to.
So you might be asking: "What the hell are you talking about?" Well, sit down boys and girls...I'm about to answer that question and some of you...might not like what I'm about to say.
The subject of my ire is the rampant skepticism...about pretty much every thing that is going on in people's daily lives and in the world in general.
So the next question would be--"I still don't get your point?"
No, I'm guessing for some of you...you probably don't.
My point is, we (as in all of us) have gone from living our lives looking ahead and optimistic to being incredibly cynical and looking behind to blame and find the conspiracy in pretty much everything in our lives.
Huh?
The best example I can possibly give of what I'm talking about has happened in the past week or so. First, the president has to call a press conference to prove to a reality show host that he was born in the U.S.
Really?
The worst part is, a fairly large segment of the population believed the reality show host rather than the president. Despite the numerous documents revealed that said otherwise.
What part of that strikes you as weird?
I fully realize...and have had discussions with many people about the role of questioning things. It's what I do for a living. And they are right. Some things need to be questioned. But only to the point of rational thought. There are many, many things that we believe without questioning the people that say them. Judges, lawyers and in some cases...people on T.V.
But nobody believes them either. Everyone allegedly "Has an agenda". And what is worse, there are an awful lot of people who believe this. In my business (T.V), we've gone from being the "Trusted Voice" to being the one's "With an agenda". And the reason for that. Because politicians...with an agenda told their followers that. And the followers believe them. So now the media is branded as a group "With an agenda".
And it is so wrong and incorrect it isn't funny. But yet that is what people believe. Pollsters say only 30% or so of the public trust people on T.V. Why is that? Do they really think people doing the news are trying to deceive them? That we make stuff up? Can they offer tangible proof other than their own perception? No.
Where am I going with this?
What I'm getting at has really pissed me the hell off the past few days. It started with the whole Obama versus Donald Trump thing. What was the point? What made me angry is the ass-clown Trump made Obama have to call a press conference to prove Trump was wrong.
It's the whole "Birther" thing. And those "People" are in some cases rational grown up's who are supposed to be reasonably intelligent. To them this was the "Golden Egg" story. They were going to prove he's a "Sham" and "Stole the Presidency". People....shut the hell up...you sound like RACISTS! (Hmmmm....)
The other thing that is pissing me off is now that Osama bin Laden...or Obama bin Laden as some have called him...
It's a story full of twists and turns and ultimately will be the story of 2011. But yet it doesn't seem to be enough that the President, the past 2 presidents, congress, the military, the media, former military, foreign officials and others say Osama is dead. Now the charge is "We gotta see the body". Really.
The government buried the guy at sea. There was a reason for that. And there are pictures, with half the guys face blown off. And officials are contemplating whether or not to release them because they are apparently pretty graphic. And D.N.A tests. And eyewitnesses...quite a few of them.
But that's not enough.
No, I had a couple of friends tell me today "We're journalists, we need to see proof". And they are right...to a point. We take police at their word when they describe a crime scene. We weren't necessarily there to see what happened or conduct our own investigation for each crime we report. There has to be a certain level of credibility given to statements and descriptions that were made. We have no choice.
Maybe I'm just ranting about something stupid, but I don't think so. It gets me really pissed off to hear all the crazy accusations and assumptions that are made about things these days. I'm in no way, shape or form saying you should believe everything you hear, you shouldn't.
All I ask is please...PLEASE...think about things before you say something stupid about them. Even if it is just for a few seconds, before you start throwing out random accusations and just plain falsehoods and pass them off as the truth.
I want to believe that most people are capable of rational, logical thought. I don't have to agree with it. That doesn't bother me at all. I like that everyone's opinion can be different. All I want is for there to be a logical, reasonable argument that can be made for your point. And respect that someone else's perception or opinion may be different than yours.
Is it wrong to wonder why we lost all respect for each other? I'm not really saying you and me...although I guess theoretically I could be.
No, my question is more along the lines of why everyone is so angry and quick to criticize and more importantly, so damn quick to judge?
I was thinking about this after watching the Oscar's last night with TLB (The Lovely Bride) in part because of something she brought up. Here we were, sitting on the couch, watching the Pre-Game show (Red Carpet show) before eating dinner and I asked a question. "Why is this all about the fashion?". Her answer "It's the only thing that really counts".
My question is why? Is it that important to line up people to criticize and harangue these multi-millionaire actors and actresses for how they dress for an event? Or for that matter, who are we to judge them for it? And yet we do. I mean, heck, look it the long list of "Experts" who chime in and grade the actresses for what they are wearing. Is that what we've become?
((In the photo--Apparently the dress on Mila Kunis here, was judged a "B-Minus"---what the hell does that mean?))
There are tons of other examples of this. Heck, I experience it at work almost every day. Yeah, sure, I'm a journalist and writer and I get paid to write. But I don't claim to be perfect. I may strive to be perfect, but I'm not.
Writing Class/Courtesy: this.org
And yet the criticism is not only fast, it's nasty. You'd be amazed at the comments we get on my stations website ((www.wcpo.com)). "Who the hell taught you how to write?" "Are you on crack, hell I can do better than you""Are you all 3rd graders with no English skills" "You can't even write a clear freaking sentence".
Hell, when did the people who take the time to comment on websites become the grammar police? And if they are so great at it? Why aren't they professional writers?
But you can't say anything to them. You want to, but you can't. And quite honestly, it's the tone more than anything else that pisses me off. It's okay to point out a mistake, I have no problem with that. Just don't be so damn nasty about it and act like you've never made one. It's the same with the clothing critics...if you know so damn much then why aren't you the greatest designer that ever lived? Until you are..."Shut the fuck up!".
Sorry about the language.
I don't know. Heck, I have no problem admitting that I'm a cynic. But I don't judge everyone else either.
Here's another example. I'm reading a story about the NFL Scouting combine. Oh my GOD! Mark Ingram ran a 4.65 40-yard dash. According to the writers there (and there are way to freakin' many of them), he just killed his draft stock in the NFL.
Mark Ingram at combine/Courtesy: nba.msg.com
Really? How do you figure? One, the kid hasn't played a game yet. Two, how often in a football game is he going to be running 40-yards in a straight line in track shoes and dry-fit clothes on?
Let the kid play football. We'll see.
If you read all the story's from the Todd McShay's and Scout.com's and NFL Network guys, you'd think the only way to judge a football player is by measuring every part of his body, asking him a bunch of bizarre questions to see how he'll respond (the Wonderlic test) and then have him run the 40.
Come on guys, you can't measure heart. You can't put a metric on how bad someone wants to be successful. If you go by the Combine results as the all-mighty, then every 1st Round Draft pick would be the greatest to ever play the game. That folks, ain't happening.
I'm asking a question here, and really, I know it's rhetorical. But when did we become so damn mean? When did we become a nation of back seat quarterbacks? When did those of us who've never done anything, proclaim ourselves "Experts" who can rip and destroy someone who's attempting to do something? I'm all for the "1st Amendment" and "Freedom of Speech", I mean I'm a frickin' Journalist, I live by it.
Sure, when I write a story on the OnlineSportsGuys.com blog, I express my opinion about things. But its just my opinion. And I always put facts or an explainer in there as to why I am saying it, I've worked in and around Sports for well over 20-years, I'm qualified to offer that opinion. If you can give me a good, rational, logical explanation as to why you are judging someone, insulting someone or criticizing someone, you have every right to do it. Just don't hide behind your frickin' computer, be a douchebag and not be willing to back up anything that you say.
There...I feel better now.
If it will make you feel any better, I found this old Santana song from the early 80's...enjoy it:
Sometimes the right thing comes up at the right time to take your mind off the other things you are dealing with at the current time. I really needed it this past weekend.
Last weekend, the second weekend in February, was one of those weekends. The Lovely Bride and I didn't do a ton, but we went to one event we'd been looking forward to. Beerfest.
Honestly, the event wasn't the all-out party that you'd think it was. It was the 4th Annual Cincinnati Beerfest, a celebration of the Craft Beer movement.
Most of you reading this are friends of mine and you all know how much of a fan we've become. Look at it like being a wine connoisseur.
I might add at this point, the picture isn't deceiving, the place was absolutely packed. The crowd was estimated at around 6,000. I can't argue with that. And yeah, there was a percentage of them that were there to just get drunk. But, at $30 a head, most were there to try new and exciting flavors of beer.
The Lovely Bride Enjoys/Courtesy: Me
And there were plenty of them. The popular favorites, Dogfish Head, Stone, Rogue, Left Hand, Sierra Nevada and a whole lot more. There also were some smaller breweries that had some pretty good stuff too. I've already found a couple of good local Microbrewers here, Rivertown and Mt.Carmel, this night I found a new one, Elevator Brewing from Columbus, Ohio.
We didn't spend an inordinate amount of time at the event, a couple of hours. And yes, before you ask, I stopped sampling after the 1st hour and nursed a bottle of water the rest of the night. But we had a great time.
Me at Beerfest/Courtesy: TLB
We spent a good 20 minutes just waiting to get in. The reason. The line. General admission ticket holders couldn't get in until 7:30 or an hour after those who paid $60. We were armed though. Armed with a 4 oz. tasting glass and 25 drink tickets, we were good to go.
We started out at the first booth we saw, Dogfish Head. We thought they had a Palo Santo Marrano, but they didn't so we ended up with an India Brown IPA.
We worked the room, Elevator's Porter, a Bell's Stout, Founder's version of an Ale, Left Hand's Milk Stout...all great beers. (If you are wondering, I love me some Stout beer...and some Porters) The other kind of funny thing, each table had, along with their beers, a container of water to wash out your tasting glass with before the pour.
I wonder sometimes if we've just picked up an odd habit or we are onto something. Proof, really is in the pudding. Over the past year, sales of Budweiser and Miller Products are down some 12-percent, while craft beers continue to gain market share. Yeah, I've had my fair share of their products, and didn't think anything about it at the time.
Maybe it's just age. Maybe it's just selectivity, I don't know. I don't really drink to get drunk anymore, I don't need to. I drink beers because I enjoy them. Because I've discovered there are an incredible amount of creatively crafted versions of beer. No, I don't like them all, but there are so many of them, it will take a long, long time before I repeat myself.
Next time you find yourself in a restaurant or bar, go ahead, try something different. Try something that's not the same thing you've tried over and over again, you might come to realize what we have....there's a whole new world out there.
This is what passed for fancy beer when I was a kid...or at least a clip. Enjoy some Bob and Doug McKenzie : (yes, they pre-date "spuds")
This is something I never really contemplated writing about, but if I don't do it now, I don't know if I will. It's more a rhetorical question than anything else, but one of those things that when you get to the point where you are thinking about it, you want to know how to do it?
It's not something I've had to do on the level that I am about to. I've had relatives pass away, we've had to put down family dogs before and TLB and I had to say goodbye to her 1st cat, Simon on New Years Eve day a couple of years ago. Heck, when I was 16, my father had to go put down a German Shepard pup (Sam) that we had because she had mental issues when I wasn't around.
That being said, Daisy is different. Daisy the Wonder Dog came into my life as a pup. My sister had adopted her from a pet rescue and tried raising her along with my niece, Jordan. It was too much for her.
When I moved to Atlanta in 1999, Daisy and I spent time together and bonded. At that point, she had ended up with my parents, who lived there at the time. They already had a Golden Retriever, Hallie.
Fast forward to March of 2000 and I'm getting ready to buy a Townhouse when I asked. "If you'd like, I'd be glad to take Daisy in". "She'll have some room in the Townhouse". They said yes.
Sure, she was still pretty destructive when I got her. She ate a pair of my sneakers, a baseball glove and a part of the window sill along with any piece of wood or leather she could find. But she grew out of it. And we bonded. She was brought up right, Crate Training, healthy eating and exercise.
We were inseparable. Sure, I had to leave her with my parents to dog sit when I was traveling for work, which I frequently did in those days. Daze would sit at the window of their house and cry when I left. And come tackle me at a full sprint when I came to pick her up. Always.
It was the greeting when I came home that I'll always remember. It didn't matter if I was gone an hour...or 8 of them, she went crazy when I came home. She was there, smiling, with not 1, but 2 tennis balls in her mouth. And she would proceed to run laps around the couch before pouncing on me.
And then there was the "Moment of Zen". Truth be told, my best friend came up with that. Since Jon and I talk most everyday, most of our conversations were while I was on my way home. And quite often, it would be as I got home to Daze. You had to hear the Zen to understand it. It really sounds like she's saying "Hello" if you listen. It's just really funny to hear it from a dog.
It's the little things you remember the most. When I would stretch out on the couch, she was right there at my feet. If I went in the office to do work, she had to be underneath the desk. Even at night, she had a bed next to mine, she was there when I went to sleep, she was there when I woke up. When she was young, it would involve her paws and face on the bed trying to wake me up, as she got older, it was just sitting there waiting to be pet.
We had some adventures. I took her with me to Panama City on a Scuba Trip in 2004. She was great in the hotel...except when she saw a squirrel near the tree on the other side of the parking lot. She treed it. Couldn't have been prouder. Much later, she would go with us to visit my parents after they moved to Wilmington, North Carolina. We had a crazy trip to Michelle's hometown Lafayette, Lousiana in 2007. Just me and the dog, driving 9 hours in a non-stop rain that ended as severe thunderstorms. But she was always there. And as long as I was there too, she was happy. She even came with me to the 1st ever WGCL Fantasy Football draft in the old Channel 46 shack on Briarcliffe Road. She just hung out, visited and got spoiled, by everyone there.
There is a saying that "The world is their playpen". That's the Wonder Dog in a nutshell. She had a "Stupid Pet Trick", and it made everyone who saw it, laugh.
I think the toughest adjustment that she's had to make, much like Michelle and I, was moving up north. The house we rented when we moved up here was a challenge for her, never mind us. But, it had a backyard, something she had never had. However, the first time I tried to let her out the back door onto the back deck leading to the yard, she just stopped. Stopped and stared "What? You're not coming with me?". I did. But the house was rough on her. Cold. Un-insulated, the winter was rough.
It got worse. She developed allergy issues. Bad allergy issues. We got a cat. Being the friendly dog that she was, she accepted him. And she just rolled with it, like she always does.
It's been really tough this winter. Even more so than last. Last year it snowed. A good amount. And she enjoyed it. She always liked the snow, the once or twice that it snowed in Atlanta, she'd run around like it was a new toy. But this winter has been too much. It's snowed. It's iced. A lot. Even more than the precip, is the cold. It's been horribly cold this winter. It's been tough on me, I can't imagine how hard it's been for her. But she's tried.
It started getting bad a couple of months ago. She was chewing the top part of her legs raw. She was shedding in clumps. But she never complained. Never wavered. We found out in September that she had Thyroid issues. I was giving her pills twice a day and rubbing solution on her legs to keep her from chewing. About...I guess a month ago, she started slowing down. I'm not sure if it was even noticeable then. She didn't greet me at the door with the two-tennis balls in her mouth, she didn't give me...or Michelle the "Moment of Zen". She just kind of wagged her tail, smiled and laid down.
It's been worse the past few weeks. She was spending most of her time in her orthopedic bed, next to where I sleep. She'd get up to eat, but that was about it. Last week, we realized where we were. I took her out to go to the bathroom on a cold, snowy morning. She went, but then laid down in the grass and just stayed there. I picked her up and carried her back to the apartment and we went to the doctor.
He gave her some pills and we did an x-ray and saw something not right. Her heart isn't right. By heart I mean the organ that pumps the blood. Her heart, that was and has always been right.
I struggle with this part, not because I'm sad, but because I want to do what's right. More than anything I don't want her to suffer and I don't want her to be miserable. I owe her that. I don't look back and I'm not going to be upset.
How do you thank a dog for doing what all good dogs do? How do you thank an animal for being your best friend for all these years? How do you thank her for listening to all your problems and always just being happy that you are there and sharing? I don't know if even something like this can do it justice. But I refuse to think anything else.
((Note--We are going to see the Oncologist today 2/9/11 at 4:30pm. My regular vet today said Daisy doesn't have much time left. Michelle and I know this. We are okay with this. We just want to know for sure.))
((2nd Update--Don't know if anyone else is reading this so far after its written, but we had to put Daisy down on Sunday. It wasn't good. She was really struggling and we couldn't bear seeing her like that. Especially since we knew it wasn't going to get better. Honestly, I couldn't really talk much about this until now. I'm still getting used to her not being there when I get up in the morning. The apartment is really quiet. Too quiet, which honestly, is the hardest thing to deal with))
How many of you know that I did a stint as a radio DJ? Probably a few of you do. Ross, Big Tom, my family and a few others...but not many. Yes, believe it or not, for a few months, many years ago, I was a DJ at WVGS, the student run radio station at Georgia Southern.
There were a few reasons that I did it, despite the fact that I'm incredibly self-conscious about having way-too deep of a voice.
It was during my summer off in I guess it was 1984 or 1985 when I got interested in maybe going the radio route. I spent that summer as an unpaid intern at what was then Y-106, a top-40 radio station in Orlando. It was a lot of fun, despite starting out as the guy who filed records in order. As the summer wore on, they gave me more stuff to do and I ended up working with the promotions department. I got to drive the station custom van to events and bring the giveaway items. You know, the giant party sub, the beer, free stickers--stuff like that. Heck, I even got drafted one time to be a judge at a bikini contest at a local hotel (yes, it was fun).
They must have liked what I was doing because at the end of the summer, the Promotions Director (also a DJ), wanted me to stick around and be his Assistant. But...it didn't pay very much ($9,000-a year), so I declined.
That fall, when I returned to Georgia Southern, I decided to see if that was what I wanted to do, so I signed up to be a DJ at the college station. They accepted me and low and behold, I had a show...every Saturday from 10 a.m until 1 p.m, which left me just enough time to get to the football games, which at that time kicked off at 1:30.
Bears/Falcons 2005 (chicago, it was -2)/thanks: hager
It was pretty fun, I called the show "The Saturday Morning Hangover Shift" and learned how to operate the board and everything pretty fast. The challenge....the music. At that time, my music knowledge wasn't that great, limited pretty much to Classic Rock and the stuff I saw on MTV (back when they played videos). WVGS at the time had a pretty good library of records in back, we could pick pretty much anything we wanted out of there, but had to pull at least 70-percent of our music from a bin in the front of the studio.
I had never heard of most of the music in there; REM, Midnight Oil, Squeeze and other 80's alternative music. But I learned...and learned to like a lot of it. One of the fun things was picking artists and tracks that I wasn't familiar with and playing them on the show to see if I liked them.
I did have a few regulars that I played. I loved the Police...I played a lot of their music during the show. My signoff song--"Walking on the Moon". I played David Bowie's "Young American" a lot too. Mostly it was stuff that I had seen on MTV, they played a lot of New Wave music at the time: Devo, Simple Minds...all kinds of stuff.
The other challenge was talking on the mic. Those who knew me when I was in Middle and High School will tell you I was kinda quiet. I was. Really. If I wasn't comfortable with the people or things around me, I didn't talk much.
But I had to talk on the radio at some point. And be engergetic...or at least interesting. One show, on a home football gameday, my replacement was late. So I had to stay on the air until they showed. Each break and in between songs, it was "Hey, I'm still here, but really anxious to get to the game....so and so should be here, well, should've been here 20 minutes ago to take you through the day. If so and so is listening, please hurry.
Me and the Vanderbilt Commodore/Courtesy: Eric Hager
The other was on a day where believe it or not, it snowed in Statesboro, Georgia (45-min. West of Savannah). There was a celebration scheduled for our 1-AA Champioship team that afternoon, the EagleFest. Our program director called me during my show and said "Hey, EagleFest is cancelled, make sure you mention it whenever you can". So I did. Every break. In between songs, coming out of songs...probably 75 times in 3 hours.
Anyway, there really isn't a deep seated meaning in this post, I was just thinking about it the other day. I still have a couple of my airchecks, though they are on cassette. I laugh when I think about it. I really had a lot of fun doing it, but I'm glad I went the route that I did.
I always thought I would be either on the radio, a writer or work in TV. And hey, low and behold, that's exactly what I did. It's not everyone that can say they are REALLY living the dream, but to some extent, I really am. Damn happy about it too.
With that in mind, here's your Police--"Walking on the Moon":
Hey! I'm back again. Yeah, I guess its kinda lame that I started this out posting almost everyday and now if I'm lucky, I get to this once a month. Sadly, there really isn't much of an excuse. Sure I'm busy, but I'm not that busy. And there has been stuff going on. So it's not like I've got nothing to talk about.
I guess the last time we talked was before Christmas. Wooo...that was a long time ago, wasn't it? Christmas was different this year. Very different. We, of course made the best of it, but it was tough because I had to work. I worked not only Christmas Eve, but had to around and go right back in at 7 the next morning.
Really, it was all worth it when I came home. TLB (The Lovely Bride), made a smaller scale version of a family tradition, "Italian Feast Night". In no short order, we had marinated tomatoes, marinated artichokes, some roasted peppers, some italian cold cuts and cheeses and some wine for starters. Dinner was a really, really big and very tasty lasagna. To say it was tasty would be selling it short, but if you ever want to come visit and try it out, let us know, it'll be one of the best meals you'll ever eat.
It was strange not being with the rest of our family, but there isn't much we can do about that right now. It's been kind of a bummer because both the family and most of our friends haven't been able to make it up here to see us in a long, long time.
Snowy Apartments/Courtesy: Me
New Year's wasn't a whole lot better. I had to work until 5 on New Years Eve...and yes, had to be back at work by 7 the next morning. We did go out though. For a little while anyway. We had dinner over at a friend of Michelle's and hung out for a bit before we headed home around 10. We got comfy and watched Robo Dick Clark until midnight and went to sleep.
Aside from it being perpetually cold here, there really hasn't been too much else going on. I'm still plugging away at work. It's been a bit of a challenge there, or at least it was during December because of vacations and the like. My schedule was really all over the place and had to jump between the desk and writing sometimes in the same day.
Really, I need...no, we need a vacation. Some time off. Even if it's a long weekend that isn't here in Cincinnati. But that isn't so simple. February is already coming up fast and I can't take time off. To go anywhere, we've gotta put the dog at Camp Bow Wow. While she seems to like it there and we like the way they take care of her, it really takes a toll on her. She turned 13 October and really just doesn't do much anymore. Pretty much eats, poops and follows me around the house.
We are, at least as of now, going to take a couple of days in March. My cousin Ilene's youngest kid is getting his Bar Mitzvah in New Jersey and we are going to go. TLB went to the kids older brother getting his a couple of years ago with my parents, I couldn't go. I'm going this time. We're going to take a couple extra days to do some New York stuff for ourselves.
Inside the Museum Center/Courtesy: Me
Really, there isn't much else going on in my oh, so exciting life these days. We haven't even had a lot of "Excellent Adventures" as of late. Oh, we did go visit the Cincinnati Museum Center and I've gotta say, it was surprisingly cool. The whole thing is an old, renovated train depot. There was a lot to see and we spent the better part of a day there checking it out. If you ever come visit us, we'll take you.
Thanks for reading my letter. I really should write them more often, but we all know how much of a slacker I can be. Hopefully I'll get more motivated....or pissed off about something and find an outlet for it by writing it down here.
Talk to you soon,
Phil
Enjoy your Bonnie Raitt, listen to this while reading please:
