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coz
11-24-2008, 08:24 AM
So what's everyone up to this holiday? I was going to the river house but 2 kids decided they wanted to go riding with friends and the other has a fire dept. obligation so it looks like I'm stuck here. Gonna do the lake on friday and if it ain't too cold I'm getting wet :D

Whatcha do'n? :steering:

TMCNo1
11-24-2008, 09:20 AM
Getting together will the family for the usual celebration, basically a practice run for the eventful disfunctional Christmas gathering!

Gonzo
11-24-2008, 10:23 AM
I plan to eat to much, leave the kids at grandmas and then clean the lot with a steel rake and a bobcat to get it ready for some grading. Possibly ready to put down backerboard on the bathroom floors and the shower.

damaged442
11-24-2008, 10:44 AM
Thirty people at the house this year. The wife would rather do it all at our house so we don't have to make three different stops with the kids. I plan on drinking numerous growlers from Middle Ages Brewing Co., eating way too much and watching football, not necessarily in that order. Ought to be a good time, well, at least it will be for me!

SkiDog
11-24-2008, 10:51 AM
We are headed to our cabin for the big feast. 1st time ever it's just gonna be the 5 of us. No grandparents, brothers, cousins, ect. Amy ain't happy she's gotta do ALL the cooking cept for the bird!

KnoxX2
11-24-2008, 10:54 AM
17 at my house this year. This should be fun. I think I will get some beer and stay outside all day hanging around the fire.

Ms. 03 35th Anniversary
11-24-2008, 10:55 AM
We are headed to our cabin for the big feast. 1st time ever it's just gonna be the 5 of us. No grandparents, brothers, cousins, ect. Amy ain't happy she's gotta do ALL the cooking cept for the bird!




You could help there a little with the cooking Grandpa!!!!!!

SkiDog
11-24-2008, 10:55 AM
That sounds like a good plan! maybe I'll try that!

SkiDog
11-24-2008, 10:56 AM
You could help there a little with the cooking Grandpa!!!!!!

I'm NOT a grandpa YET, thankyou! Don't plan on being one for a while either!

Monte
11-24-2008, 11:05 AM
Going to Mom and Dads for the feast.. Then back to the house for Football and beer.

Ms. 03 35th Anniversary
11-24-2008, 11:05 AM
I'm NOT a grandpa YET, thankyou! Don't plan on being one for a while either!




don't get me wrong skidog, I like seasoned citizens.

Gonzo
11-24-2008, 11:06 AM
Originally Posted by SkiDog
I'm NOT a grandpa YET, thankyou! Don't plan on being one for a while either!

UMP should be around shortly to take this one?

aremsing
11-24-2008, 11:38 AM
Eating too much, and watching my Detroit Lions go 0-12

Ms. 03 35th Anniversary
11-24-2008, 11:40 AM
Eating too much, and watching my Detroit Lions go 0-12





I think I would rather watch paint dry.

aremsing
11-24-2008, 11:49 AM
me too actually. Hopefully the eating too much part will put me to sleep before I have to watch that game

Monte
11-24-2008, 11:53 AM
me too actually. Hopefully the eating too much part will put me to sleep before I have to watch that game

You could always drink enough to make the scores flip flop in your favor:rolleyes:

aremsing
11-24-2008, 12:03 PM
Monte, you may be onto something there.

454Prostar190
11-24-2008, 12:10 PM
Well... my son left last night for Southern California to spend Thanksgiving with my sister which leaves me solo. I have been invited to Woodland to spend the day with a high school buddy and his family.

ULMboarder
11-24-2008, 12:54 PM
we are headin to the beach. leave today around 4 and got a 7 hour drive ahead of me but its worth it. just to get the hell out of town.

wakeX2wake
11-24-2008, 01:19 PM
umm roasting my toes by the fire while parking my butt on the couch and watch television in between visits to do family stuff

RexDog1
11-26-2008, 11:28 AM
Going to Mom and Dads for the feast.. Then back to the house for Football and beer.

Same :D but i am not going with Monte :rolleyes:

Sodar
11-26-2008, 11:37 AM
Turkey Day in Seal with my parents and grandparents.

Turkey Evening load up the bikes and my buddy's boat.

Friday morning head to the river.

Friday play with the boat.

Saturday ride to the Desert Bar.

Sunday re-coop and sit in traffic trying to get home from the river.

Happy Turkey Day to All!

RexDog1
11-26-2008, 12:12 PM
Turkey Day in Seal with my parents and grandparents.

Turkey Evening load up the bikes and my buddy's boat.

Friday morning head to the river.

Friday play with the boat.

Saturday ride to the Desert Bar.

Sunday re-coop and sit in traffic trying to get home from the river.

Happy Turkey Day to All!

Be safe :toast:

Maristar210
11-26-2008, 01:06 PM
Turkey Day in Seal with my parents and grandparents.

Turkey Evening load up the bikes and my buddy's boat.

Friday morning head to the river.

Friday play with the boat.

Saturday ride to the Desert Bar.

Sunday re-coop and sit in traffic trying to get home from the river.

Happy Turkey Day to All!

You boys have a good time and don't worry Ashley and I will be fine 8p

RexDog1
11-26-2008, 01:21 PM
A long read but worth it


The Folded Napkin

A Truckers Story


I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie.

He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech ofDowns Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.

The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded 'truck stop germ' the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.

I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.

After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers' thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a breadcrumb or coffee spill was v isible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag.

If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.

Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.

He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.

A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine.

Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news.

Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four do ing a victory shimmy beside his table.

Frannie blushed, sm oothed her apron and shot Belle Ringer a withering look.

He grinned. 'OK, Frannie , what was that all about?' he asked.

'We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay.'

'I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?' !

Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: 'Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK,' she said. 'But I don 't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is.' Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do.

After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.
'What's up?' I asked.

'I didn't get that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting there when I got back to clean it off,' she said. 'This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup.'

She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, b old letters, was printed 'Something For Stevie'.

'Pony Pete asked me what that was all about,' she said, 'so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.' She handed me another paper napkin that had 'Something For Stevie' scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: 'truckers.'

That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work.

His placement counselor said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back.

Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting.

'Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,' I said. I took him and his mother by their arms. 'Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!' I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room.

I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins. 'First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,' I said. I tried to sound stern.

Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had 'Something for Stevie' printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.

Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. 'There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. 'Happy Thanksgiving.'

Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.

But you know what's funny?
While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table.

Best worker I ever hired.

Plant a seed and watch it grow.

At this point, you can bury this inspirational message or forward it fulfilling the need!

If you shed a tear, hug yourself, because you are a compassionate person.

Well.. Don't just sit there! Send this story on! Keep it going, this is a good one!

AMEN!!!!!!!
GOD BLESS!!!!!!!

Sodar
11-26-2008, 01:37 PM
You boys have a good time and don't worry Ashley and I will be fine 8p

Thanks Steve! You better talk to her though, she has been awfully excited about riding her quad... she just might give you a kick in the nuts and jet out the door. :)

east tx skier
11-26-2008, 02:53 PM
Happy Thanksgiving all.

Willski
11-26-2008, 03:38 PM
Our house. Just my parents, wife's parents, the kids and the guy I bought my M/C from! He is invited to most family gatherings!

dapicatti
11-26-2008, 06:28 PM
A long read but worth it


The Folded Napkin

A Truckers Story


I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie.

He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech ofDowns Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.

The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded 'truck stop germ' the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.

I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.

After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers' thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a breadcrumb or coffee spill was v isible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag.

If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.

Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.

He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.

A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine.

Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news.

Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four do ing a victory shimmy beside his table.

Frannie blushed, sm oothed her apron and shot Belle Ringer a withering look.

He grinned. 'OK, Frannie , what was that all about?' he asked.

'We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay.'

'I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?' !

Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: 'Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK,' she said. 'But I don 't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is.' Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do.

After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.
'What's up?' I asked.

'I didn't get that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting there when I got back to clean it off,' she said. 'This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup.'

She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, b old letters, was printed 'Something For Stevie'.

'Pony Pete asked me what that was all about,' she said, 'so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.' She handed me another paper napkin that had 'Something For Stevie' scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: 'truckers.'

That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work.

His placement counselor said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back.

Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting.

'Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,' I said. I took him and his mother by their arms. 'Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!' I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room.

I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins. 'First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,' I said. I tried to sound stern.

Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had 'Something for Stevie' printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.

Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. 'There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. 'Happy Thanksgiving.'

Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.

But you know what's funny?
While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table.

Best worker I ever hired.

Plant a seed and watch it grow.

At this point, you can bury this inspirational message or forward it fulfilling the need!

If you shed a tear, hug yourself, because you are a compassionate person.

Well.. Don't just sit there! Send this story on! Keep it going, this is a good one!

AMEN!!!!!!!
GOD BLESS!!!!!!!


This is a great story. I have a cousin with Down Syndrome (she is 35) and a good friend with a baby (13 months old) with Down Syndrome. I'll admit I shed a tear.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

coz
11-26-2008, 07:11 PM
A long read but worth it


AMEN!!!!!!!
GOD BLESS!!!!!!!

Good.....:cry: one......:cry: RD......:cry: heart felt story there......:cry:

Enjoy the Holiday everyone!

TMCNo1
11-26-2008, 07:32 PM
Happy Thanksgiving all!http://ak.webfetti.com/assets/glitter/0/171.gif (http://www.mastercraft.com/MySpace/Glitter/Holidays-&-Events/Thanksgiving/Pilgrim-boy.jhtml)http://ak.webfetti.com/assets/glitter/0/172.gif (http://www.mastercraft.com/MySpace/Glitter/Holidays-&-Events/Thanksgiving/Pilgrim-girl.jhtml)

ProStar190Fan
11-27-2008, 12:40 PM
Happy Turkey day everyone, but its all about black friday to kick off the christmas season for me. :headbang:

Tom

coz
11-27-2008, 12:41 PM
Well this dude's thankful http://phoenix.craigslist.org/evl/boa/936042582.html :confused:

wakolman
11-27-2008, 01:21 PM
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tex
11-27-2008, 01:52 PM
Happy Thanksgiving to all of my friends!!!!

atlfootr
11-27-2008, 04:47 PM
Happy ThanksGiv'n folks !