I found all these old patches tied up in a plastic bag in a storage facility. I went there to look for old pictures but found these. I made a slideshow of them. Some are fantastically done with intricate stitching while others are cheap and boring. But, they make for interesting conversation. These patches were typically exchanged by youth soccer players during tournament play in the 70's and 80's. I have no idea if the tradition continues, but as you'll see they come from all over. Enjoy.

Funny Video

Funniest fuc*ing Christmas video ever to your left. It is NSFW (not suitable for work) but you must turn the volume up.

Happy New Year

A year in review. Things I learned, heard and experienced in 2008.

Things you don't want to hear when rushed to the ER:

1. Do you want to see a Priest?

2. Do you have a living will?

3. You have some bleeding in your brain.

4. Did you know you have an old tumor in your brain?

Odd things I heard this year:

1. Here is the instruction booklet for your new toilet Ms. Reeder.

2. Would you like cheese on your cheeseburger?

Things you don't want to be told, 2008 edition:

1. Aunt Cathy your are soooooo unoxis (obnoxious)!

2. Your raise is going to be below average this year, Cathy.

3. Aunt Cathy, you're real good. You should play lacrosse...for OLD people.

4. Your house is worth 40% less than what you paid for it Ms. Reeder.

5. Your dog's operation will cost $3000...we can put you on a payment plan...

6. You will have to change your Dad's catheter bag at least twice a day Ms. Reeder.

Things you don't want to be asked, 2008 edition:

1. Driver's License and Registration please

2. May I see your I.D. please?...oooh (upon noticing my birth year) I'm sooo sorry Ma'am.

3. Step on the scale please.

4. Can you give your Dad an enema an hour before the procedure Ms. Reeder? (hell no!)

Memorable Moments of 2008

1. Cubs win! Cubs win! Cubs win!

2. Cubs lose! Cubs lose! Cubs lose!

Things you learned this year but could have died without knowing:

1. Whether or not your own dad is circumcised...sigh...

All in all a good year. I have my health and family and friends. Cheers!

Cathy

Xmas is Done

More later. I posted photos from Xmas on shutterfly. The link to my photo site is: Cathy's photos I will put a permanent link under the "link" title to the left of this page.

Fa La La La Laaa...La Laa..la laaaaaaaaa!

Xmas is near...here is the house:

All those gifts are Susan's...what's up with that?

Mom's Nativity Scene

Fireplace with stockings for the Cats and Dog

House with lights...I almost broke my neck!

Old School, Memories and bBall

What is up, let's see. Spent the day today putting up the tree and various decorations. I haven't gotten to the outside yet. It looks like xmas will be in Florida this year as Dad doesn't want to travel. As of now, Lynda and family will travel down but that is all I have heard from. Pat, of course, will be trekking her usual Xmas holiday around the world. This year is Peru and Manchu Piccu (I'm certain I have spelled that incorrectly). We'll make the most of it. 

Dad and I went to the Florida Tech game last night. They lost to Lynn University but in their defense, they started four freshman and their star player from Sloviakia is hurt. They are pretty good, Lynn was lights out from behind the arc. Favorite Dad quote of the night, "No Fair! their guys played better than our guys!". Dad absolutely loves their Senior point guard who is 5' 10" but a terrific 3 point shooter and passer. I think he is Dad's favorite player. Dad even remembers his name every time we go. "Is Ballard in??", he says. It's cute because the kid is always in....almost never comes out. Dad loves going to the games but we'll have to take an alternate seating route next time (Dad already wants to know when the next home game is) because I have to get help to get him down the bleachers and it is too dangerous. He has gotten past the embarrassment and accepts help from strangers now, which if you know Dad is a HUGE step.

I got some old school Adidas Sambas, complete with the old logo. See pic I took of me feet below. 

Old soccer buddies have gotten me on Facebook. We are slowly getting in touch with all my old friends. I even dug some old photos out and scanned them in. Man, hard to believe I was ever that young. Sigh....

Final Product

Finished the movie project. I'm off work this week which is so nice.

Work in Progress

 This is a work in progress, not nearly complete but I thought I would post it anyway. About 12 min. long. 

Ugh

See to the left. My sister Susan talked me into posting this. That is me in the hat acting like an Ass in the 80's...sweeet.

Mason Basketball

Exhibition game last night, the result:

George Mason 72

Randolph Macon 73

...who is Randolph Macon, you ask? a small DIVISION III school in Virginia. Yup, D3....it is going to be a long year.

Glory Days

Been working on another film project, I ran across this old grainy footage of me playing soccer circa 1977 or 1976. It was shot by my dad on an old 8mm camera. I put in on my Mac and tried to clean it up...still pretty grainy. I do remember it was like 20 degrees that day....hence all the warm clothing. Not much skill at that age but it is fun to watch.

And Speaking of Voting.....

My Grandma was featured in the local paper in Indiana casting her vote for President. She is so cool.

My Pet Peeves….a small rant

OK, it is time for me to vent a bit about some things that bother me lately. First, I live in what can be considered a small town. Yes, I know, it is somewhat populous. But, when you grow up in DC and live in other cities like Philadelphia and even Orlando, Melbourne/Palm Bay is small time. The thing about where I live is that most people fall into three categories. They are: white/hick/country folk (about 50% in my estimation), black/Caribbean (25%) and transplants/beachside raised (remainder). Now, don’t take offense if you are one of the former class of white folk but I swear to Goddess that if I see another Rebel flag hanging from a pickup truck with a NASCAR sticker on the back, I’m going puke (I you are a NASCAR fan don't get huffy, it is an intentional generalization. I realize there are many educated, intelligent NASCAR fans...lighten up). I have run into more uneducated hicks in the past four years than I care to remember. Which leads me to my real point; these people can vote. Scary, I know. I don’t really care if you are Republican or Democrat but knowing that the majority populous in my town can vote actually terrifies me…I’m not kidding. It is their right, yes. However, isn’t it really an obligation and not a right? Aren’t people obligated to educate themselves on the candidates and issues and not just vote blindly because your tobacco chewing husband/mother/father told you to or conditioned you to?! You don’t vote/not vote for a person because they are a woman/black/Muslim/Jewish etc., right?! Not down here. I kid you not, there are people down here who have disseminated e-mails (at work) claiming that Obama has ties to terrorist, or, is a Muslim (if he were, why does religion matter anyway) or is, yes this is true, he is the reason the economy is in its’ current state. I am not bullshitting you, I got an email detailing the reasons. Who knew a first term Senator wielded such power. Which brings me to my second pet peeve…

…people using company e-mail to spread ridiculously infallible opinions that are claimed to be ‘facts’ and ‘truths’. Since it is near election time, I have been getting e-mails regarding the afore mentioned about once to twice a week. Some are light hearted jokes while others are down right slanderous rhetoric generated by right wing extremist. It really annoys me when people use company e-mail to spread an agenda whether it be a religious ‘God loves you’ emails or a politically inspired e-mails, they have no place in a work environment. The same can be said for networking websites such as Facebook and Myspace. When you ‘allow’ somebody to be in your network, it is for social reasons unless it is a specific group that you have joined. Don’t use your friends to spread your agenda. I know, you are thinking, “Cathy you are ranting on this very blog”. Yes, you’re damn right I am, and, it is MY blog. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. I use this blog mainly to update family and friends of life down here in Florida but I know I get 'anononymous' readers from across the country who tend to re-visit often. But it is their choice to visit my blog. I’m not tagging e-mails and sending them to everybody’s inbox or Facebook page. This leads me to my last pet peeve….

… almost everyone at my office (some 7,000 strong in the Melbourne/Palm Bay area ) tends to assume that all people who work here are two things. 1) Christian (specifically Baptist and if you want to hang with the right crowd, attend a certain large church in the area), and 2) Republican. If I had a dollar for every time I had to listen to anti-democrat comments in a meeting or in the hallway, I could retire. I remember the good ol’ days up North where they are so politically correct that religion, politics and race are taboo subject and rightly never discussed at work. Here, one upper level manager actually asked me if a certain gas station attendant was, I kid you not he said this, an “Ali Babba”. I stood there with my mouth opened because he said it with such ease in front of a conference room full of people. I didn’t respond, mainly due to shock. I can only imagine what is said in that man’s house behind closed doors. About a year ago a man in the hallway told me to, “Smile, God loves you” (he had a “Jesus” badge holder). When I ignored him he stopped and yelled it louder thinking surely I must not have heard him. So, I turned around and said to him, “How do you know your God loves me?!” and then kept walking. When I responed negatively to a fiery innaccurate anti-Obama e-mail recently send out to a long list of people (including me), one woman responded to me and said "it is all fact" and I should believe her because she has "two degrees". "Wow", I responded, "two degrees, you must be smart!" (which pissed her off further, hey, don't email me shit and expect me to continually ignore it). Don’t get me wrong, I have respect for people’s beliefs, I really do. But, keep them in your home and never assume that your co-worker thinks like you do.

Well…that is all for now. I just needed to jot down my yearly “Rant”. I guess I rant because the above mentioned has me seriously considering re-locating to a larger more diverse city. I don’t think I’m cut out for life in the small city.

On a lighter note, check out Mitchell busting a move at six flags and Matthew enjoying a book.

Surviving LA LA Land

I spent the week out in LA on "business". I put Business in quotes because I didn't accomplish everything I wanted to. But, we did get to Huntington Beach, Marina Del Ray, Venice Beach and Rodeo Drive etc. We even went to see a live taping of the Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson at CBS Studios (who is damn hilarious, if you can decipher his scottish accent). His guest was Russell Crowe, so double bonus...Russel is shorter than I  thought but still a damn hottie. Here are some pics of the trip.

                                                                    

Also, Barry's friend Mark (McCain lobbyist) got outed and made Doonesbury (big time). I'm an Obama fan but I absolutely to NOT support any group "outing" an individual for a so called "greater good". Those who do this become the very people they loathe (Nazis, dictators...etc.). 

I got really sick while there. Nothing better than flying the red-eye back from LA with a head cold and sore throat. At least I got to watch movies on my Iphone. My Iphone ROCKS!

HEART BROKEN

I don't know what to say. This is the biggest disappointment I ever have felt as a Cubs fan. Sure they have lost before, but never with a team this "good". This was the year they had it all, hitting, starting pitching, bullpen, coaching....sigh.

I guess I'll root for a Phillies vs. Rays World Series. 

Not much going on today. I'm leaving for LA on business tomorrow for the week....yuck.

My Work Here is Done

I just got finished watching the Redskins beat the Cowboys on Sunday when my sister Lynda called. We were talking about the game and my nephew Matthew got on the phone to whoop it up with me about the Skins win. He was talking about dreading school so I told him to fake sick tonight. He said, "I think my Mom is too smart for that". I explained that he needs to start coughing that night, during a commercial or as she is walking into the room. I stressed the importance of not "over doing it" and just to cough with no explanation. "You see Matthew", I explained, "it is like if you are dealt a full house, you don't go all-in on the first bet, you have to be subtle." He said he'd give it a shot. Then he wanted to talk to my dad. My dad asked him if he was going to get all A's. I got on the phone and told him, "don't listen to Grandpa, he got all C's when he was your age." Matthew's response, "Well, he is a very successful man for getting all C's!" "How astute Matthew", I said, "but you are missing my point. When you parents give you a hard time for getting a "C" just tell them that Grandpa got all C's and he is a very successful man." "OOOHHHHH, I see, that is a good one Aunt Cathy."

....my work here is done.

Revenge is a sweet thing

Last Saturday I went to the local Vietnamese nail parlor to have my eyebrows and upper lip waxed. This is one of those chores that women endure on an approximately monthly basis. Now this time I got somebody who hadn't performed this particular ritual on me before. The woman must have still been holding a grudge from the Vietnam War. I say this because she took a bit more time, a second or so, than necessary when pulling the strips off of my eyebrows.  When I peeked out of one eye I swear I saw a sinister grin hidden between her lips as my eyelid stretched and my teeth gritted with pain. Then, she plucked the stragglers at particularly glacial pace as she giggled with pleasure. Well, I guess it made her day. I was in considerable discomfort the remainder of the day.

I was at Hooters for lunch the other day and as I observed all the old men staring at the young college girls breasts in their skimpy tops, I wondered what kind of business could I start that exploited beautiful young girls. Then it struck me, an all female oil and lube joint. Sure, guys could be in the pits but young scantily clad girls in high heels could check the customers in and wash their cars...hmmmm....just an idea. 

CUBS WIN CUBS WIN CUBS WIN CUBS WIN!!!!!

Somewhere I can hear Harry Caray screaming at the top of his lungs. 

Jim the Squirrel

There is this squirrel that hangs outside my office building and he is exceedingly friendly. Apparently, the receptionist and other ladies began feeding it and now he is so used to people he just scampers right up to you. The other day he ran right at me and perched on my foot. I gave him a cracker, which he took right out of my hands, and he took it up a tree to his nest. I don't think it is a good idea to feed wild animals but I have to admit the little guy is adorable. Although he can be pretty persistent if he is hungry and demands food. The only drawback is that the ladies named him "Jim". Jim was an old dear friend of mine whom I miss tremendously, so I get a little sad every time little "Jim" greets me at the front door. I'm thinking a five iron to little Jim's head should solve the problem....just kidding, look at his face!

My sister is a Gay Man...Dude was Trippin

Question: Who owns a purple Ipod with Madonna on it and an engraving saying "Judy Garland Forever"...Perez Hilton, Richard Simmons or George Michael?? Nope...my sister Susan. She is truly a lost cause.


One of my favorite songs of all time is Moonage Daydream by David Bowie. It was playing in my car on the way to work and I realized I didn't know some of the lyrics. So I looked them up and MAN THE DUDE HAD TO BE ON LSD! Great song.

Moonage Daydream (Bowie)

I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you

I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rolling bitch for you Keep your mouth shut, you're squawking like a pink monkey bird

And I'm busting up my brains for the words

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe

Put your ray gun to my head

Press your space face close to mine, love

Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me

The church of man, love, is such a holy place to be

Make me baby, make me know you really care

Make me jump into the air

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe

Put your ray gun to my head

Press your space face close to mine, love

Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! Yeah!

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe

Put your ray gun to my head

Press your space face close to mine, love

Freak out in a moonage daydream oooooh!

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babePut your ray gun to my head

Press your space face close to mine, love

Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Freak out, far out, in out....