A little something that gave me a chuckle earlier in the day. Comes in handy especially if you have teenagers who love to use their cell phones and texting.
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,512798,00.html
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Two Months Post Mortem
Current mood: depressed
Category: Life
Tomorrow is the 2 month anniversary of my little brother's passing from leukemia. I was doing well til later this afternoon when I picked up a few things in the kitchen and found some pictures of the last family event in which he was a part of (the one we have pictures of), which is our grand-niece Anastasia's christening back in June of 2008, right after the first time he was hospitalized for a blood transfusion.
Before that, I was doing food shopping in Shop Rite in North Bergen. I found myself remembering when he first moved in with me and he and I went food shopping together at a Shop Rite in Hoboken. He was the one finding the bargains while I was just wandering from aisle to aisle without a list, just remembering as I went along.
A few days ago, I got a message on Myspace from a friend he met during his months away in Cincinatti, Ohio. My brother did not discuss his time in Ohio often because the situation was less than ideal. Despite the odds, it turned out he made a difference there too. The friend that wrote to me told me that for the few months that he knew my brother he always stayed positive, and made people feel better. As most people knew, he was the same way til the end of his cancer fight. Like everyone else who knew him, he was shocked of his passing, finding out of it on his memorial page (he's my number 1 friend on myspace, devilsfan.). This friend also wrote a wonderful memorial. If he is reading this, I would like him to send a copy of what he wrote to devilsfan so it can be posted. 30 years is too short of time to be on earth. But the short time he had with us, he leaves a legacy... his daughter and his determination to fight no matter what... RIP little brother... love and miss you... Nick Reo (1978-2009)
Sue :-)
Category: Life
Tomorrow is the 2 month anniversary of my little brother's passing from leukemia. I was doing well til later this afternoon when I picked up a few things in the kitchen and found some pictures of the last family event in which he was a part of (the one we have pictures of), which is our grand-niece Anastasia's christening back in June of 2008, right after the first time he was hospitalized for a blood transfusion.
Before that, I was doing food shopping in Shop Rite in North Bergen. I found myself remembering when he first moved in with me and he and I went food shopping together at a Shop Rite in Hoboken. He was the one finding the bargains while I was just wandering from aisle to aisle without a list, just remembering as I went along.
A few days ago, I got a message on Myspace from a friend he met during his months away in Cincinatti, Ohio. My brother did not discuss his time in Ohio often because the situation was less than ideal. Despite the odds, it turned out he made a difference there too. The friend that wrote to me told me that for the few months that he knew my brother he always stayed positive, and made people feel better. As most people knew, he was the same way til the end of his cancer fight. Like everyone else who knew him, he was shocked of his passing, finding out of it on his memorial page (he's my number 1 friend on myspace, devilsfan.). This friend also wrote a wonderful memorial. If he is reading this, I would like him to send a copy of what he wrote to devilsfan so it can be posted. 30 years is too short of time to be on earth. But the short time he had with us, he leaves a legacy... his daughter and his determination to fight no matter what... RIP little brother... love and miss you... Nick Reo (1978-2009)
Sue :-)
Friday, January 30, 2009
RIP little brother: Dominick Reo 2.13.78-1.30.09
This morning my brother lost his battle with Acute Myeloid Leukemia. He passed at 9 in the morning with his family and the mother of his 11 year old daughter by his side. He left us knowing that he was and will always be loved by the brothers and sisters he left behind as well as the many nephews and nieces that loved and cherished him for the short time on earth he had with us. He missed his 31st birthday by two weeks.
A few things that most people knew about was that he was the first to help you move your furniture when you needed it, the first one to help with the most mundane of anything. Mr. Minimal, no name brand, basically economical. For the last 18 months, he lived with me from the time he returned from Ohio.
The reason I say economical is because he would yell at me for spending 20 or 30 cents too much. This was someone who insisted I picked up his boxers and sweatpants from CH Martin, which is like a discount store. He didn't need Reebok or Nike sneakers. As long as they fit he was fine.
He was also different because he was the only one I knew who loved the Atlanta Braves baseball team. Unusual for someone who was a lifelong New Jersey resident. But being like other people wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to be himself.
He was also my hero. He was not ready to leave us. He fought his battle to the very end. His body gave up the battle, but his head and heart never did and never would. He knew what he was fighting and took a chance knowing what the final outcome would be. He was not ready to say goodbye. Neither were we. What I can say on behalf of my family is that we take comfort in the fact that we know he is no longer in pain and is now taking care of our parents.
"You can't have baggage without lifetime guarantees; you don't want to watch me die, I just came to say goodbye love, goodbye love, goodbye love, hello...."
"Goodbye, Love, Hello" taken from Rent
A few things that most people knew about was that he was the first to help you move your furniture when you needed it, the first one to help with the most mundane of anything. Mr. Minimal, no name brand, basically economical. For the last 18 months, he lived with me from the time he returned from Ohio.
The reason I say economical is because he would yell at me for spending 20 or 30 cents too much. This was someone who insisted I picked up his boxers and sweatpants from CH Martin, which is like a discount store. He didn't need Reebok or Nike sneakers. As long as they fit he was fine.
He was also different because he was the only one I knew who loved the Atlanta Braves baseball team. Unusual for someone who was a lifelong New Jersey resident. But being like other people wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to be himself.
He was also my hero. He was not ready to leave us. He fought his battle to the very end. His body gave up the battle, but his head and heart never did and never would. He knew what he was fighting and took a chance knowing what the final outcome would be. He was not ready to say goodbye. Neither were we. What I can say on behalf of my family is that we take comfort in the fact that we know he is no longer in pain and is now taking care of our parents.
"You can't have baggage without lifetime guarantees; you don't want to watch me die, I just came to say goodbye love, goodbye love, goodbye love, hello...."
"Goodbye, Love, Hello" taken from Rent
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Birthday Wishes...
Today is my nephew Joey's birthday. He's 14 years old. By the time 2012 rolls around, he will be able to vote for the first time. I wonder what administration will be in the office then. I sure hope Obama will be running for a second term because I don't want the world my nephews and nieces live in to be inhabited by McCain and Palin because, quite frankly, they scare me. I want the world they live in to be better than it is right now. I don't know about you but I want them not to have to worry about the current economic state and hopefully they have better luck getting grants and student loans for college and university. Today, you need the absolute minimum of a Bachelor's Degree just to get anything substantial unless you have a talent or a Godfather or something...food for thought...
Friday, September 19, 2008
Cafeteria Blues
I wrote this about a week ago. I'm not exactly a poet per se, but the urge moved me. Here it is. Enjoy...
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Cafeteria Blues
Current mood: melancholy
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
7 weeks later
Sitting at a table
Watching the world go by
No one acknowledging your presence
No one caring whether you exist or not
Just passing you by with their food and gossip
Leaving you with your food and drink and sadness
Yet keeping you with your principles and pride
And confidence
Knowing you did what was right.
It wasn't without sacrifice
It wasn't without fear
It was with a sliver of strength you never knew existed within you
Until you found you needed it.You ask yourself if it was worth it
You ask yourself why
Others are afraid to stand up for themselves
And prefer only to follow the crowd
For fear of being rejected
For fear of being alone
For fear of being ostracized
And not being accepted.
As for me
I prefer to be myself
Not to be part of a crowd
That makes me sacrifice
Who I am and
Who I want to become.
I'd rather stay real
And true to myself
Than be a part of something
That I know in my heart is wrong
If that means I sit alone
Day after day with my food and drink to
Keep me company
Then that is the sacrifice I must make
Not to be part of the crowd
Then I'll continue the fight
to remain true to myself
as a survivor in the world of right and wrong.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Cafeteria Blues
Current mood: melancholy
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
7 weeks later
Sitting at a table
Watching the world go by
No one acknowledging your presence
No one caring whether you exist or not
Just passing you by with their food and gossip
Leaving you with your food and drink and sadness
Yet keeping you with your principles and pride
And confidence
Knowing you did what was right.
It wasn't without sacrifice
It wasn't without fear
It was with a sliver of strength you never knew existed within you
Until you found you needed it.You ask yourself if it was worth it
You ask yourself why
Others are afraid to stand up for themselves
And prefer only to follow the crowd
For fear of being rejected
For fear of being alone
For fear of being ostracized
And not being accepted.
As for me
I prefer to be myself
Not to be part of a crowd
That makes me sacrifice
Who I am and
Who I want to become.
I'd rather stay real
And true to myself
Than be a part of something
That I know in my heart is wrong
If that means I sit alone
Day after day with my food and drink to
Keep me company
Then that is the sacrifice I must make
Not to be part of the crowd
Then I'll continue the fight
to remain true to myself
as a survivor in the world of right and wrong.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Rising Star to Watch: Rachel Maddow
Rachel Maddow is one of my favorite talk show hosts. Tomorrow night her new show on MSNBC will be starting called "The Rachel Maddow Show" (ha.. lol.. ) at 9 pm eastern. For more information, she also has a radio show on Air America (www.airamerica.com). If you're a fan like me, she has a dedicated following...
Her Air America site: www.rachelmaddow.com
Her wikipedia entry: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rachel_Maddow
Congrats Rachel! Looking forward to the show tomorrow.
Her Air America site: www.rachelmaddow.com
Her wikipedia entry: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rachel_Maddow
Congrats Rachel! Looking forward to the show tomorrow.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Welcome to my blog,
Here it is... my first virgin post. LOL... anyway.... I wanted to give this blogging thing a shot so I'm going to. With this I must respond to McCain's pick for the Vice President. Sarah Palin. Are you effing kidding me? WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As a woman, I would love to see a woman in the vice presidency or presidency in my lifetime, but this one??? I would prefer to see a woman more of Hilary Clinton's ilk than Sarah Palin. I have more than a dozen nephews and nieces and THEY are more qualified to hold the office if they were interested and my oldest niece is in her twenties and a single mom (go Bristol Palin... hey, if you're reading this, my niece could give you some tips on how to take care of a child if your mother's too busy "running for the VP" position...)
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