The Cappucino Corral

[Sarah G]

Looks like 53 and steady rain on Suinday for Buffalo, NY. When all that melts, there is going to be some serious flooding. Those poor people. The Bills are going to be sad too playing in the rain and leftover snow.

I thought I read/saw on TV that they had rescheduled the game at another site?

You're right.

Jets-Bills now Monday in Detroit
ESPN‎ - 21 hours ago
The NFL has moved the New York Jets-Buffalo Bills game to 7 p.m. ET Monday at Ford Field in Detroit. ... The NFL said the game could have been played Sunday in Detroit ...

 

[Mertex]

There is a picture of me when I was still growing my hair and it was longer than yours in that picture.

post it up

I already did in the thread for pictures of yourself.

ahh well let me go look again, I have probably seen it then

W-a-a-a- I wanna see it too and ain't no way I'll wade through that thread.

C'mon Derideo_Te

Post it again ...

Pleeeeeze?

Here you go!

http://www.usmessageboard.com/threa...hy-pictorial-nsfw.258643/page-47#post-8646456

Your link doesn't take me to your picture....but I've seen it.....very nice, I must say.

 

[Derideo_Te]

post it up

I already did in the thread for pictures of yourself.

ahh well let me go look again, I have probably seen it then

W-a-a-a- I wanna see it too and ain't no way I'll wade through that thread.

C'mon Derideo_Te

Post it again ...

Pleeeeeze?

Here you go!

http://www.usmessageboard.com/threa...hy-pictorial-nsfw.258643/page-47#post-8646456

Your link doesn't take me to your picture....but I've seen it.....very nice, I must say.

Hmmm, it does for me. It is post #1397 if that helps.

 

[Mertex]

Hmmm, it does for me. It is post #1397 if that helps.

That's funny....it takes me to post #461.....

 

[Michelle420]

Hmmm, it does for me. It is post #1397 if that helps.

That's funny....it takes me to post #461.....

Takes me to his picture.

 

[Mertex]

Hmmm, it does for me. It is post #1397 if that helps.

That's funny....it takes me to post #461.....

Takes me to his picture.

I wonder what the deal is? I know we each have the ability to choose how many posts to a page, but when you capture the post # it should take you directly to it!

 

[Michelle420]

Hmmm, it does for me. It is post #1397 if that helps.

That's funny....it takes me to post #461.....

Takes me to his picture.

I wonder what the deal is? I know we each have the ability to choose how many posts to a page, but when you capture the post # it should take you directly to it!

Yeah that's weird.

Both him and his wife are cute.

 

[Pogo]

Hmmm, it does for me. It is post #1397 if that helps.

That's funny....it takes me to post #461.....

Takes me to his picture.

I wonder what the deal is? I know we each have the ability to choose how many posts to a page, but when you capture the post # it should take you directly to it!

It takes me to a page that begins with post 921. Looks like the URL the site gives on the post number includes "page 47" in the address, which defeats the whole purpose of the permalink. With my posts per page set to 20, page 47 would have to begin with post #921, which makes the specific post number impossible to find. There would need to be a way to permalink without the page number in the address interfering, because unless both the linker and the link user have their posts per page set the same, it's going to return a random result.

cereal_killer

 

[Dot Com]

up a little earlier than usual for a Saturday so

 

[Sarah G]

Morning! Daughter came for coffee this morning, we had a nice chat. Raining here today, the high will be in the mid 40s. Thinking about breakfast, I had pancakes yesterday so maybe eggs today.

What are you guys doing today?

 

[Derideo_Te]

So I woke up early and was watching the qualifying session for the final F1 GP of the year when my daughter asks me to take her to an event 40 miles away! I check my watch and if we leave immediately and don't run into traffic we can make it there and I can get back in time for my class at the gym.

On the way back the TPM sensor comes on so when I get home I check all the tire pressures and pump up 3 of them which are a bit low. Then I have to go through the reset process and that means a drive around the block to get it reset itself. Then it is off to the gym.

Finally back home and just waiting for Mrs Te to head on out to have a hair cut so that I can finally get to watch the qualifying in peace and quiet!

 

[Statistikhengst]

Firestorm of feelings, or simply the worst of Kismet.​

Hello, everyone, and a good Saturday to you.

You might want to grab a Cappuccino before you read this.

I have decided to announce to the USMB community what has just happened in my life and with my family in the USA. It's hard to write this and not get tears in my eyes. I will only be reporting this here and then that's that.

On October 20th, my dog died. That was two or three days before the Cappucino Corral came into being.

Siox days later, on October 26th, my sister called me from Ohio. Her husband, my brother-in-law, was taken to the hospital. My BIL never had to go the hospital for anything in his life. Apparently, in the summer of 2014, he was beginning to have some back pain, but took Tylenol and Co. to ease the symptoms.

3 hours after my brother in law was admitted, after a number of scans, he was diagnosed with cancer inside every major organ of his body, already fully metastasized. It was already wrapped around his spinal cord. The doctor told him that outside of radical chemo, which he thought would kill my BIL instantly, there was nothing to do. He was given between 3-4 months to live, but one specialist who had seen a number of these cases told my sister right then and there that it was likely 3 to 4 weeks, and not months.

7 days later, my BIL had to go through emergency surgery because his intestines essentially exploded. 5 days after that, once the hospital had set up a hospice bed at my sister's house, he was brought home. During that time, I telephoned with my sister about 50 times. 2 days later, on November 8th in the USA, late evening, November 9th in the AM my time (and that day was also my birthday), he died in his wife's arms. Just 15 days after such a horrifying diagnosis, he was already dead. It should be noted that my sister's line of work in the last 10 years was that of private hospice worker. She went into the homes of people in home-hospice care and tended to them in their last months or even weeks. And now, she had to do this with her own husband.

I flew home with the next available flight, getting in to Dayton on November 12th, to assist in preparing his funeral and all of the many unpleasant and very sad tasks that go with it. When I got through the door of my sister's house in the Dayton, OH area, she fell to pieces. They had been married 20 years and had been together almost 25 years - and it was a true love story in every way.Seated on the couch, I held my sister in my arms for almost 4 hours and let her cry herself slowly to sleep. And over the last 10 days, I spent pretty much every waking moment with her.

The funeral was one week ago, on November 15th. About 300 people were there: family, friends, work colleagues, etc.

I want to tell you something about my BIL: he was the most decent man I ever knew. He never missed a day of work in 42 years, until the week he was admitted to the hospital. Sam (no, that is not his real name, but I am going to call him that here in USMB) always said to me and my sister and to their 5 kids: "work hard, really hard. And when you do go on vacation, make it count." And he decided to do that with his own funeral.

In the 2 weeks between the diagnosis and his tragic death, he made his wishes known for the funeral and the immediate aftermath: he explicitly wished for a knock-down, drag-out, racous party in his honor instead of the usual staid and subdued reception. So, I ordered a boatload of catering and since his one daughter lived down the block from the funeral home, we threw a party there, for about 3 hours. He wanted people to drink his famous "Sam-Special" (Rum, Coke and a special spice, which I am not going to divulge), dance to 70s music and toast to him. And that's exactly what we did. We celebrated his life the way he wanted to be remembered.

My BIL and my sister moved into a new home in the Dayton area in 2008, one with a huge backyard, and immediately, my BIL planted two gardens: one for vegetables, and one for roses. And when the roses were in bloom, my BIL cut roses for my sister every single day and put them in a vase on the dining room table. He even kept a yearly count on a pad on the refrigerator. In 2012, he brought his wife almost 500 roses from the garden! So, for the funeral, I ordered almost 300 roses so that each participant could take a rose home in memory of Sam's loving act for his wife. Pretty much everyone who was there understood the significance of those roses.

Now, I am sure that all of us have suffered loss and tragedy, so in no way should anyone think that somehow I think that this is an isolated case. But I did want to, in the presence of a number of USMB friends and acquantances, bear witness to a man who was more like a brother to me than "just" a BIL. He was a great man, a great brother and a great friend: I miss him terribly, but even more so, my heart breaks into about a thousand pieces for my sister, for he was truly her A and O. Now, in her mid-fifties, she must go on alone, without him. They worked all these years to live the American dream of a home paid-off, kids off to college and finally, some fun in their golden years. But he didn't live to see those golden years.

Between the funeral and the party, I also transported all of the flower arrangements from the funeral home to my sister's house. There were 40 floral arrangements. It was an amazing sight. Thank goodness the rental car company ugraded me from compact to a big mini-van. Good Kismet.

In the five days following the funeral, my sister and I did a ton of paperwork for things she will be needing in the years to come, financial and legal things and such.

Yesterday afternoon, I flew back to Germany and landed just this morning. The last 10 days I just spent in Ohio, at my old "stomping grounds", have been without a doubt the darkest, saddest days of my entire life. So, now you know why I've been scarce most of the time in USMB in the last weeks. And also why I was so subdued on the kind birthday thread that Mertex made for me. Thanks still, Mertex!

In closing, I want to bear witness to an amazing phenomenon concerning my sister's neighbors. She is surrounded by six of the kindest, most caring neighbors I have ever seen. The entire street was in mourning for my BIL, who died at the age of only 61, just three months away from early retirement. I got to know those neighbors in the last ten days and I know they will be visiting my sister quite often and helping her around the house.

I ask of you to keep my sister in your prayers. I would be deeply appreciative of the support for her.

In closing, many thanks to Hossfly , who greeted me at the airport in Charlotte, NC, during my layover. We drank coffee together and talked. What a fine, fine gentleman, a truly kind and decent human being. He took the time out of his day to do this for me. That was just awesome.

Equally awesome was Derideo_Te , who greeted me at the airport in Philadephia during that layover as well. Also a fine, fine, fine gentleman, a truly kind and decent human being who also took time out of his day to do this. What a pleasure it was to get to meet both of you, two very different individuals, but very much alike in your kindness and humanity.

I wish you all a good weekend.

-Stat

 

[Statistikhengst]

So I woke up early and was watching the qualifying session for the final F1 GP of the year when my daughter asks me to take her to an event 40 miles away! I check my watch and if we leave immediately and don't run into traffic we can make it there and I can get back in time for my class at the gym.

On the way back the TPM sensor comes on so when I get home I check all the tire pressures and pump up 3 of them which are a bit low. Then I have to go through the reset process and that means a drive around the block to get it reset itself. Then it is off to the gym.

Finally back home and just waiting for Mrs Te to head on out to have a hair cut so that I can finally get to watch the qualifying in peace and quiet!

 

[Michelle420]

aww cute little puppy

 

[Mertex]

Morning! Daughter came for coffee this morning, we had a nice chat. Raining here today, the high will be in the mid 40s. Thinking about breakfast, I had pancakes yesterday so maybe eggs today.

What are you guys doing today?

How nice.....all my kids live so far away, we only get to see them on special occasions....humbug!

On the bright side.....we are getting more rain. My front yard has puddles.....something I hadn't seen in a long time....

 

[Sarah G]

Morning! Daughter came for coffee this morning, we had a nice chat. Raining here today, the high will be in the mid 40s. Thinking about breakfast, I had pancakes yesterday so maybe eggs today.

What are you guys doing today?

How nice.....all my kids live so far away, we only get to see them on special occasions....humbug!

On the bright side.....we are getting more rain. My front yard has puddles.....something I hadn't seen in a long time....

It's so nice now, I lived about an hour away for 10 years then moved back to my hometown. She lives right around the corner.

 

[Mertex]

aww cute little puppy

Firestorm of feelings, or simply the worst of Kismet.​

Hello, everyone, and a good Saturday to you.

You might want to grab a Cappuccino before you read this.

I have decided to announce to the USMB community what has just happened in my life and with my family in the USA. It's hard to write this and not get tears in my eyes. I will only be reporting this here and then that's that.

On October 20th, my dog died. That was two or three days before the Cappucino Corral came into being.

Siox days later, on October 26th, my sister called me from Ohio. Her husband, my brother-in-law, was taken to the hospital. My BIL never had to go the hospital for anything in his life. Apparently, in the summer of 2014, he was beginning to have some back pain, but took Tylenol and Co. to ease the symptoms.

3 hours after my brother in law was admitted, after a number of scans, he was diagnosed with cancer inside every major organ of his body, already fully metastasized. It was already wrapped around his spinal cord. The doctor told him that outside of radical chemo, which he thought would kill my BIL instantly, there was nothing to do. He was given between 3-4 months to live, but one specialist who had seen a number of these cases told my sister right then and there that it was likely 3 to 4 weeks, and not months.

7 days later, my BIL had to go through emergency surgery because his intestines essentially exploded. 5 days after that, once the hospital had set up a hospice bed at my sister's house, he was brought home. During that time, I telephoned with my sister about 50 times. 2 days later, on November 8th in the USA, late evening, November 9th in the AM my time (and that day was also my birthday), he died in his wife's arms. Just 15 days after such a horrifying diagnosis, he was already dead. It should be noted that my sister's line of work in the last 10 years was that of private hospice worker. She went into the homes of people in home-hospice care and tended to them in their last months or even weeks. And now, she had to do this with her own husband.

I flew home with the next available flight, getting in to Dayton on November 12th, to assist in preparing his funeral and all of the many unpleasant and very sad tasks that go with it. When I got through the door of my sister's house in the Dayton, OH area, she fell to pieces. They had been married 20 years and had been together almost 25 years - and it was a true love story in every way.Seated on the couch, I held my sister in my arms for almost 4 hours and let her cry herself slowly to sleep. And over the last 10 days, I spent pretty much every waking moment with her.

The funeral was one week ago, on November 15th. About 300 people were there: family, friends, work colleagues, etc.

I want to tell you something about my BIL: he was the most decent man I ever knew. He never missed a day of work in 42 years, until the week he was admitted to the hospital. Sam (no, that is not his real name, but I am going to call him that here in USMB) always said to me and my sister and to their 5 kids: "work hard, really hard. And when you do go on vacation, make it count." And he decided to do that with his own funeral.

In the 2 weeks between the diagnosis and his tragic death, he made his wishes known for the funeral and the immediate aftermath: he explicitly wished for a knock-down, drag-out, racous party in his honor instead of the usual staid and subdued reception. So, I ordered a boatload of catering and since his one daughter lived down the block from the funeral home, we threw a party there, for about 3 hours. He wanted people to drink his famous "Sam-Special" (Rum, Coke and a special spice, which I am not going to divulge), dance to 70s music and toast to him. And that's exactly what we did. We celebrated his life the way he wanted to be remembered.

My BIL and my sister moved into a new home in the Dayton area in 2008, one with a huge backyard, and immediately, my BIL planted two gardens: one for vegetables, and one for roses. And when the roses were in bloom, my BIL cut roses for my sister every single day and put them in a vase on the dining room table. He even kept a yearly count on a pad on the refrigerator. In 2012, he brought his wife almost 500 roses from the garden! So, for the funeral, I ordered almost 300 roses so that each participant could take a rose home in memory of Sam's loving act for his wife. Pretty much everyone who was there understood the significance of those roses.

Now, I am sure that all of us have suffered loss and tragedy, so in no way should anyone think that somehow I think that this is an isolated case. But I did want to, in the presence of a number of USMB friends and acquantances, bear witness to a man who was more like a brother to me than "just" a BIL. He was a great man, a great brother and a great friend: I miss him terribly, but even more so, my heart breaks into about a thousand pieces for my sister, for he was truly her A and O. Now, in her mid-fifties, she must go on alone, without him. They worked all these years to live the American dream of a home paid-off, kids off to college and finally, some fun in their golden years. But he didn't live to see those golden years.

Between the funeral and the party, I also transported all of the flower arrangements from the funeral home to my sister's house. There were 40 floral arrangements. It was an amazing sight. Thank goodness the rental car company ugraded me from compact to a big mini-van. Good Kismet.

In the five days following the funeral, my sister and I did a ton of paperwork for things she will be needing in the years to come, financial and legal things and such.

Yesterday afternoon, I flew back to Germany and landed just this morning. The last 10 days I just spent in Ohio, at my old "stomping grounds", have been without a doubt the darkest, saddest days of my entire life. So, now you know why I've been scarce most of the time in USMB in the last weeks. And also why I was so subdued on the kind birthday thread that Mertex made for me. Thanks still, Mertex!

In closing, I want to bear witness to an amazing phenomenon concerning my sister's neighbors. She is surrounded by six of the kindest, most caring neighbors I have ever seen. The entire street was in mourning for my BIL, who died at the age of only 61, just three months away from early retirement. I got to know those neighbors in the last ten days and I know they will be visiting my sister quite often and helping her around the house.

I ask of you to keep my sister in your prayers. I would be deeply appreciative of the support for her.

In closing, many thanks to Hossfly , who greeted me at the airport in Charlotte, NC, during my layover. We drank coffee together and talked. What a fine, fine gentleman, a truly kind and decent human being. He took the time out of his day to do this for me. That was just awesome.

Equally awesome was Derideo_Te , who greeted me at the airport in Philadephia during that layover as well. Also a fine, fine, fine gentleman, a truly kind and decent human being who also took time out of his day to do this. What a pleasure it was to get to meet both of you, two very different individuals, but very much alike in your kindness and humanity.

I wish you all a good weekend.

-Stat

Thanks, Stat, for sharing with us.

 

[Grandma]

Looks like 53 and steady rain on Suinday for Buffalo, NY. When all that melts, there is going to be some serious flooding. Those poor people. The Bills are going to be sad too playing in the rain and leftover snow.

It's too bad they can't load all that snow into rail cars and ship it out west to the drought areas. It wouldn't melt much along the way if they did it while everywhere was still cold.

 

[Michelle420]

holiday lights in some city

 

[Grandma]

Stat, thanks for sharing. I hope it helps with the healing process. My thoughts are with your sister.