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The New Blog!

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Mon, 29 Apr 2013 22:00:00 +0000

Hi all!

Long time no write...

If you haven't heard about my new job search blog, and career advice and personal development website, check it out. Stay current on information to not only find a job but be better at the one you may already have.

Look forward to seeing you there.

Rick

WritingWellNow.com

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Mon, 04 Jun 2012 10:03:00 +0000

Well, I'm not officially retiring BanditTalks but...

It's been a long time, since starting with the trials and tribulations of my personal life, back in 2005. I have other things to share and started a new blog called WritingWellNow.com which speaks to my passion for writing.

I've been quite busy the last couple of months working on a couple of new short stories and the seemingly never ending edits to the book.

WritingWellNow.com is a site for tips and tools on writing. Check it out.

Over and out (for now)...

It's Been Awhile

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Sun, 29 Apr 2012 11:51:00 +0000

So after the last couple of soap opera posts I want drag things out. This is what's happened since:

Chris' dad passed away. We found him dead, alone, when we went for our weekly visit - mid-February. Very traumatizing...it wasn't a pretty scene. Chris is faring well. He has his good days and his bad. Last night was a particularly bad one.

On a happier note, we just got back from Florida. We visited last week, enjoyed the sun and the roller coasters at Busch Gardens. Here are a few pictures from our trip.

Coquina Beach, Florida

At the Condo

Rick Walking the Beach

Rick and Chris at Busch Gardens

My Favorite Dish: Calamari Salad at Ezra's

Country Singer, Eric Von

Animal at Busch Gardens

Pals Since Birth: Cheetah and Dog Playing

That's about it. I'll try and post for regularly.

Rick

Part III: The C-word (Final)

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Tue, 20 Mar 2012 10:50:00 +0000

In case you missed the first two blogs on this topic, read part I here and part II here. This is the last installment.

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The afternoon of receiving news I could have cancer, I was scheduled to go back to work. Yet I could barely focus enough to drive myself home let alone sit through meetings and ponder system documentation.

I didn't want to call Chris and get him worried. I drove in silence.

I let my boss know I got some bad news; there'd be more news to follow. He was very supportive.

I went home, hugged Bandit and then sat in front of my computer. I researched prostate cancer on the Internet. Bad idea! Did you know that lower back pain and prostate cancer could mean that it has metastasized to the bone which substantial decreases the chance of survival?

I was dying. It was clear.

When Chris came home, I told him the whole story. He held me and we cried.

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. All the healthy choices I had made in life yet everything about it just didn't sound good. Besides my dad died of cancer, as did my uncle and my cousin. I assumed it was just my time. While I had planned on living a long life, maybe I just wasn't meant to.

Things seemed different: I appreciated the simple things; the stuff I previously found annoying I now found meaning in. I Facebooked words of gratitude. I had had a good life. If now was my time than so be it.

The weekend met with little sleep. As I laid in bed, eyes searching through the darkness, each ache in my lower back I felt to be the cancer eating away at my bones. I was nearly sick to my stomach with worry.

I got a blood work up on Monday.

On Tuesday I met with the oncologist to finally see what was going on with my bleeding issues. Coincidentally the nurse was an old friend ; she helped lighten my mood and had me laughing about old times - working as bill collectors for Sears. Those were the days.

The doctor reviewed all my blood test results, spanning the last five years, and then ordered more. He told me my PSA level, back from the day before, was only 0.85 which equated to about a less than 1% chance of having prostate cancer. Good news at last? Perhaps all this was nothing after all.

I left slightly encouraged.

The next day I was back at the urologist for the scoop up the penis. He was looking for any abnormalities in my bladder and kidneys. Uncomfortable kind of puts it mildly.

"Are you really going to fit the entire thing up my…" I said looking at the long tube.

He laughed.

"I've been told I'm well-endowed but this is crazy." At least I still had my humor.

The procedure didn't take long, less than two minutes. It felt like someone blew up my bladder like a water balloon and then put in a little bit more for good measure. It's gonna burst! I thought.

"Everything looks pristine," he said yanking the 2 foot probe out from within.

I thought the twenty-seven liters (at least that's what it felt like) of saline inside me was going to come out with it.

"Next week we'll do the biopsy and the following week we'll have the results for you," he went on. "Your PSA is excellent. Things are looking good but we really won't know conclusively until…"

"I'm sorry doc, I really have to pee!" I never had to go so bad in my life.

More waiting but a little sounder sleep and a tad less anxious.

The oncologist called: the results from an extensive blood analysis came in. I was on the cusp of having Von Willebrand disease, an asymptomatic coagulation disorder - nothing dangerous. This would explain my nosebleeds. But what about the blood in my...?

Finally the biopsy day came: I had to take the entire day off. I was given a Valium and a Percocet prior to going. Chris took the morning off to be with me, and to drive my high-as-a-kite ass there and back.

It hurt! Like a mother_____! And that was with drugs. It felt like someone went up inside me, grabbed a hold of my prostate with their fist and then squeezed. Then just as it cramped into the worse Charlie horse you could imagine…12 long needles, up the butt...one... at... a...time.

"How you doing Mr. Bettencourt?"

"Ar-argh," was all I could get out. I was biting my sweatshirt. Tears and drool spotted the table's paper lining.

The medical assistant, a tall guy in green scrubs and a goatee, began to describe to my doctor what he was seeing through the scope. "Calcification, look here. This is what you were feeling on the right side of the prostate."

Some sort of calcification...isn't that what my primary care originally said it was?

Promising yet not conclusive.

Waiting once more, this time for the results. Another full week.

Lastly the day had come: I had an afternoon lunch time appointment with him. I slotted the rest of the afternoon to be off, just in case the news was bad. I wouldn't be able to go back.

Chris met up with me. We held hands in the examining room waiting, once again. Chris, with his new iPhone, fiddled around to find something to calm me down. Knowing I like Bette Midler, he thought he'd find a song on Pandora to comfort me. However, the app selected The Rose. It just didn't seem appropriate. The volume was on full blast. He couldn't figure out how to shut it off.

"And the soul afraid of dyin'

That never learns to live."

Here I am waiting to get news whether or not I'm dying and I'm hearing one of the saddest songs in recorded history.

Finally the door burst open. It was the doctor. The first words out his mouth were, "you're fine!"

I couldn't comprehend. I was still pissed about hearing The Rose which Chris had finally been able to mute.

The doctor went on, "no need to pussy foot around with hellos and delay any further. Your results are good."

"What?" My neurons were still trying to process.

"No cancer," he explained.

Chris gave a smile. And we then sat listening to Dr. Geffin going over some multi-page analysis.

While he mumbled on about testing scenarios and benign this and benign that and calcified ejaculatory ducts. I thanked God. I was truly grateful (and still am) for having a wonderful life.

I wasn't dying, not now anyway. Maybe I will live to be 80 or 90 or even 100.

Waking out of there, I knew life to be so much better than it had been just the month before.

Part II: The C-word

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Mon, 12 Mar 2012 10:07:00 +0000

I don't mean to drag things on or to sound like an episode from the Guiding Light. All I want is to tell these series of events as I saw them, as I went through them. Yes, I'm alive. And I'm doing fine. But it took a bit to know all that. So, onto part II…this is how I experienced it.

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When we arrived in Boston on Sunday it had snowed. Luckily it wasn't enough to haul out the snow blower. My mood wasn't very upbeat and I wasn't up for shoveling. With a broom I brushed off the front steps, enough for us to get the luggage in and for the mailman, in the morning, to get up the stairs.

From the office on Monday at 8 am I called my primary care. "Hi, Mr. Bettencourt. What can we do for you?" the receptionist asked.

I couldn't tell her what was really going on. "Um, I've had a little blood in my urine…" Lie. "Some back pain and the nose bleeds continue." A month earlier I had been in for horrific nose bleeds that lasted up to twenty minutes and left me dizzy.

"He's free at 1," she said.

Dr. Smith wasn't overly concerned. "A lot of men get blood in their semen. It's usually calcification in the ejaculatory ducts but since you also have had back pain, for over a year now, we'll send you to a urologist to rule out anything serious. It could be a kidney stone but we'll do the right thing and get you looked after. And for the nose bleeds we'll get you a complete blood work up from a hematologist. Still no bruising?"

I knew bruising was a sign of leukemia. "No," I said.

My blood tests from the end of last year indicated a slight slowness in my clotting time, which he thought was most likely brought on by too much fish oil and supplements, and not enough iron but he wanted a full blood work up to be conclusive.

After leaving his office I felt less concerned. That was until I went to see the urologist.

My work week was packed with catching up. I tried not to check my BlackBerry while on vacation but doing so meant more to get up to speed on. Luckily the next few days kept me busy enough to forgot about my health. Also, I wasn't particularly excited to see if there was still blood.

The urologist's office managed to squeeze in a lunchtime appointment for Friday.

I was reading a short-story in the New Yorker when he came in. At the time, I found this all to be an inconvenience. I hated waiting, despite the story being good. My attitude was a bit carefree; I had work to get back to.

We exchanged greetings. He was pleasant and had already read my self-evaluation. I respect a man who's prepared.

"So I'm a little confused," he said. "I'm getting conflicting messages. Blood in the urine, blood in the ejaculate. No blood in the urine."

I had lied to his receptionist as well. What am I supposed to tell her, "I shot a wad of blood all over the sheets?" At the time, I couldn't come (no pun intended) up with a word like semen or ejaculate to describe my condition. Behind closed doors - though the walls were paper thin as evident by my knowledge of the next door down's patient's prostate being the size of a baseball - I was able to divulge everything.

He examined me.

I've never made a good bottom, despite the small width of a doctor's finger.

This was much more exploratory than my yearly physical.

We cleaned up.

I felt like I just had sex.

He sat me down. I'm not sure exactly what he said but it went something like this: "To be honest, I don't like what I feel. It feels like prostate cancer but we won't know until we do a biopsy."

Cancer. That was all I heard.

"I'd also like to rule out anything in the bladder and kidneys so we'll need to do a scope." He continued on…

I didn't hear what he was saying.

Cancer. Did he say cancer? Is this really happening? I went cold, similar to how I felt two nights ago when we nearly burnt the house down.

He mumbled on, something about waiting a week or two for lab results. "I never give a results over the phone. We'll schedule you now for a follow up visit a week after the biopsy."

"Cancer?" Really? And the back pain, is it in my bones? "Could it have metastasized to my back?" I asked.

"Well we'll run a PSA test. Your last one, three years ago, was in normal range. Let's just take one step at a time."

One step at a time? I already had myself buried and in the ground.

Part I: The C-word

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 12:49:00 +0000

As I alluded to in the last post, it hasn't been a very good year.

Two days after almost burning the house down (The Incident), I went to the doctor and got some bad news. But before I go there let's step back to a week, before the fire debacle and prior to that horrific appointment - to our Florida vacation.

"It's so nice spending time here," Chris told me as he dusted the chest of draws then stood back admiring the new trinket we picked up at the Salvation Army. "You'd never know we paid $2.99 for it."

"It looks good," I said not bothering to take my nose out of my Kindle. I only had a few more page left of Water for Elephants. Beside the ice pack felt good on my aching back, a persistent problem for the last year - I didn't want to move.

"Aren't you glad I talked you into getting this place?" He was referring to the condo.

"Um, wasn't it me who chose this one? You wanted that older style unit, the one with a view of a street and tiny little backyard." I pointed to the golf course out our bedroom window. "Even though we don't golf I'd much rather look at the greens."

He smiled.

It was a persistent joke. Who could take credit for a decision - be it big or small? Of course the condo purchase was mutual but the chide makes for a little fun. Usually it's me on the losing side of this little game. For instance, after being forced to do something I don't want to - watching AMC's The Walking Dead is a good example - I eventually come around to loving it. In the middle of a particular heightened scene, I often say, "I'm so glad I talked you into watching this show." My stance is usually met with a flippant, "mmm-hmm."

Anyway, I digress. Back to the vacation.

"So where do you want to go for dinner?" I asked putting the Kindle down and adjusting the ice pack.

"I don't know. You want to go to Ezra's again? I have another LivingSocial we can use."

We bought three or four $25 gift certificates for $5. We gave some away but still had a couple leftover.

"Yeah, sure! It's a tad pricey but what better way to spend our last night here. You know I love their calamari salad."

"Should we make reservations? It might be busy on a Saturday night."

We went the prior Monday and had the entire place to ourselves. It was nice; we got to know the general manager and staff quite well. But a quiet night at Ezra's was an anomaly.

Let me make a call." I grabbed my BlackBerry, their number in my contacts.

The unassuming exterior of this restaurant, nestled in a strip mall, hides some of finest food imaginable. The wasabi vinaigrette on their calamari salad is fantastic. For an entrée I knew I had to get the grilled skirt steak; I hadn't had it since our last visit in the fall.

Crystal, the hostess, couldn't fit us in till seven. We've only been there a handful of times yet she knew us by name: "Is this Rick of Chris and Rick?" she asked. She was happy to have us back.

With some time to kill before enjoying some of Bradenton's finest food, one thing led to another. And in the pinnacle of our fun...

There was blood.

My blood.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?" Chris asked.

WritingWellNow.com

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Wed, 07 Mar 2012 11:19:00 +0000

I've started a new writing blog. Check it out at WritingWellNow.com.

BanditTalks - my personal journal - isn't going away. Now you just have more options.

Till later...

Rick

Part III: The Incident (Final)

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Tue, 28 Feb 2012 11:53:00 +0000

This is the last installment of The Incident. Click here for Part I and here for Part II. But wait there's more! It's been a crazy year.

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After hitting the keypad's panic button, I grabbed the land line phone. ADT will certainly be calling, I thought.

"Chris! Chris! Get out!" I said. But the screech of fire, enh...enh...fire! added to the already overbearing siren from the smoke detectors made me wonder if he could even hear me. Where was he?

"Chris!" I said one more time before heading out the door to the garage. I couldn't hear the phone from inside. I opened the bay while trying to get a dial tone on the phone. Why is the phone not working? Of all times!

"Call 911!" I heard Chris yelling, still inside.

I assumed ADT would be calling emergency services for us. (I later realized that was a bad assumption on my part; hence my looking for a replacement service - another story.)

Pacing around out front, still trying to get the phone to work, I remembered Bandit being tethered to a chain in the backyard. I thought about the chimney being so close to the upstairs' furnace and the gas line: What if the fire gets to the gas? It'll explode...raining down balls of flames? Poor Bandit! I ran in the back to get him.

As I was hitching him onto his leash - I must've grabbed his lead from the kitchen without thinking - I was finally able to get a dial tone.

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator asked.

"I have a chimney fire."

By the time the fire engines arrived Chris had emerged from the house - dressed and nursing a burnt finger from trying to open the scalding fireplace screen.

A swarm of emergency vehicles converged and tried to wedge their way down our tiny street. A police car's strobe threw a scatter shot of blue across the neighborhood. An ambulance blocked the top of the hill. Parked beside the house, a ladder truck's engine hummed and added a stream of red to the light show. My neighbor peered out her bedroom window.

I told a man looking in charge, from shine on his badge, what was going on and he and another guy went inside.

About five minutes later the fire chief, as I learned, came back out. He stood on the front porch and asked who owned the house. Chris and the EMT sat on the granite steps. I was caught up in Chris refusing to go to the hospital: "I'll be fine. I'll just ice it," he told the EMT. The police officer beside them jotted down their conversation. My mind felt like it was swimming in pancake syrup, a slow ooze of thoughts bubbled here and there. My hands shook so bad I swore they were sending out Morse code.

"Who's the owner?" The cop looking up from his notepad repeated for the chief.

"Oh, I am." I said as did Chris. "We both are."

The fire chief slipped past Chris, left the EMT to examine his finger. He walked down the two-step. God, what's he going to tell me?

"Your damper broke, trapping the smoke in the house. Luckily, the fire was contained to the pit. There's just a lot of smoke - no fire damage," he told me.

I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God."

"We opened all the windows," he went on. "The fire's still going but is fine. Just let it burnt out tonight. It's perfectly safe."

I went to Chris, put my hand on his shoulder. I wanted to cry. I watched as the firemen took out an industrial fan. They placed it in the garage, on the interior landing and with the generator from the truck began to draw out as much smoke as they could.

Next, I was prevented from collapsing into a puddle of relief by an interruption from the fire chief who wanted to take me inside and show me the damper.

I followed him upstairs and on the hearth sat the guts of the metal contraption. He proceeded to tell me that it had crumbled and fell inside the pit when they tried to open it. He pointed to a busted nail. "They should have installed this side with the same screw that's over here," he said pointing to latch's opposite end. "It snapped from metal fatigue...from over the years."

I didn't care. It could have been fastened with toothpicks and thread; as long as there was no fire damage, I was happy. I smiled. I thanked him for the fifteenth time. I walked him down the stairs, asked him if he wanted a water. A soda? A bottle of champagne? I was so appreciative that I would have withdrawn from my 401K and sent his daughter to college if he asked.

He didn't want any water, nor did he want any bubbly.

I wasn't thinking clear.

It took a good week, and a dousing or two of Chris' thorough housecleaning but the smoke odor finally went away. I didn't mind it though. The smell of a camp fire can be comforting.

Part II: The Incident

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 12:19:00 +0000

The story you are reading is true but rest assured we are all fine. Here is part two...

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The walk was short. I can't recall exactly but I think we just traipsed along the river way, over toward the school and then reversed course back. Albeit quick, upon entering the house Bandit still ran for his water bowl . We could walk to the end of the driveway and back, and out of habit, he would still scurry in and get a drink. He loves his routines.

Chris was no longer downstairs. The dance music was off. I noticed a glass of wine waiting for me. With meal preparations on autopilot, he was apparently attending to other things. I could hear the clunk of the washing machine above.

At the kitchen counter, I checked the mail left out for me. His already opened, neatly folded and pushed to the side. I grabbed the envelope opener from the junk draw and rifled through my small pile: Mortgage statement, oh joy...another damn credit card offer...and what the heck kind of non-profit is this? I guess they have to send me a shiny penny to ensure I'll open it.

When I got upstairs, Chris sat on the floor in front of the fireplace. He folded a pair of sweatpants with his eyes on the television. Bandit had already settled in my chair. "Nice fire, huh?" Chris asked.

Courtesy of DesignBlahg

I step into the great room -- why the builder chose this room over the garage to be lower than the rest of the second floor I don't really know. The fire snaps; the pine smells nice. "Very nice," I say. I notice he's watching HGTV. David Bromstad's biceps catch my eye. Chris knows I have a little crush on this interior designer.

"I'm going to get my comfy clothes on," I said watching Bromstad bend down to pick a swatch of material. "I'm in for the night."

Dinner was excellent, the cabernet splendid - another offering from our favorite little wine shop down the street. Then back in the great room, in my recliner, watching another round of home renovation shows with Bandit on my lap I hold the clicker in my hand. Damn, no more Color Splash. I flip through the channels, onto FoxNews (my gay card having been revoked long ago.) What did the stock market do today? Sometimes I act like such a Republican.

Chris sat at the computer in the office. I could see him as I reclined back in my chair. I reached over to the marble end table, grabbed my glass and took the last sip of wine. Bandit a bit annoyed that I disturbed him, looked up wanting his ears rubbed a bit more.

Suddenly, a loud metallic-like snap and a bang occurred. Startled, my feet jerked. Bandit jumped to the floor and ran downstairs.

"What the hell was that? Chris said from the office.

The fire billowed. I jumped from the recliner. I went to the fireplace. "I think it came from the chimney. But everything looks okay," I said, Chris now by my side.

"That was loud," he said.

"The fire looks fine. It might have just been the metal chimney liner expanded and contrasting from the temperature differences. "

Chris furrowed his brow but seemingly satisfied with my theory headed back to the office.

I settled back into my chair, called for Bandit to rejoin me but he never came back up. More State of the Union crap. Enough! I think Obama gave a good speech. Let's be done with it. I click back to HGTV. I'm definitely not a Republican.

Then, an alarm shrieked.

My body got cold.

I slammed the recliner back down and leaped over the fireplace.

Where's it coming from? Then to the hall I met Chris. He yelled something to me but I couldn't hear him over the piercing signal.

I ran over to the third floor steps and got about halfway upstairs. The master suite was engulfed in smoke. "Holy shit! Get out! Get out!" I could barely hear myself scream over the alarm as I bolted back down, two steps at a time.

At the landing I yelled again, "Chris ! Chris! Get out!" I ran down the small hallway and met up with him by the great room. "Get out! The upstairs is on fire!"

Something about getting Bandit he said to me and I ran down to the first floor. "Bandit! Bandit!"

The alarm seemed even louder downstairs.

He was huddled in the corner, below the table in the breakfast nook.

I opened the back door, in front of the table. He came out from underneath. I put him on his lead and he dashed outside.

I could barely hear Chris yelling, still upstairs. "Call 911! Call 911!"

To the burglar alarm pad I went and pressed the panic button.

Part I: The Incident

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Sat, 18 Feb 2012 14:54:00 +0000

It was the January 25th, I recall from the police log. It was a Wednesday. Chris had the day off, as he normally does.

I came home from work welcomed by the smell of a nice roast chicken dinner being cooked. Bandit barked his usual greeting and ran around in circles trying to get me to take him for a walk. "Smells yummy," I said and gave Chris a kiss.

"Hi! I've had a great day. I'm loving my Wednesday's off, Rick," he said. "Bandit I played ball outside... I cleaned the house...got my taxes ready for the accountant...visited my dad. Good day."

"That's good." Chris' new found energy from having a mid-week day off has been remarkable. "My day was busy. Too many meetings but what else is knew."

I went upstairs, stopped into the great room before heading up another flight to the master suite. "You started a fire!" He didn't hear me through the din of his dance music.

Upstairs, I undressed and suited up for Bandit's walk, headed back down the two flights of stairs and took Bandit's leash out from the cupboard. The opening of the cabinet always gets him excited. There's always something good in there: cookies, food and walking apparel.

"He's been waiting for you to walk him," Chris said.

"I know. We'll be right back. It's cold out." I replied and then to Bandit, "you've had plenty of fun chasing the basketball of love," I don't know we add 'of love' to everything - baby talk for the dog. "You don't need a long walk. We'll just go around the block." Then to Chris I said, "we'll be right back!"

Remembering Whitney (1963 - 2012)

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 13:07:00 +0000

What more fitting way to remember a star than with her debut performance, back in 1985, on the Merv Griffin Show.

The January Post

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 12:24:00 +0000

What, is this a monthly blog?

Where the hell have you been?

Alright. I know. I've been neglectful in my posts. I said I wasn't retiring, not just yet anyway, but as you know life has its way of rearing surprises. Suffice it to say I'm doing good. Bandit is fine.

In January Chris and I had the pleasure of spending a couple of weeks in Florida. We spent time at the condo, sun worshiping and listening to the residents complain how cold 70 degrees felt. I don't think so.

The John Ringling Museum in Sarasota is a must-see! Unbelievable art. I thought this guy was just a circus man. Not so.

Ringling's Ca' d'Zan Mansion in Sarasota, Florida

For Massachusetts, we've lucked on this winter. I've yet to unpack the snow shovel from the shed. Let's keep it there, next to the lawn mower. Last year at this time we were up to our eyeballs, literally, in the white crap.

Over and out, for now...

Ending the Year

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:31:00 +0000

I thought it appropriate to end the year with an acknowledgement of events past as well as a look forward into next year yet when I got around to writing it, I really didn't feel like listing out a bunch of accomplishments and tribulations nor did I want to focus on national/international events. Boring. Besides you can find all that stuff elsewhere. For all my stuff, you can just view my Facebook Timeline and for world events your choices are limitless, especially around this time of year.

Instead I leave you with this: I think 2011 was a great year! Sure one could say, 'Rick, of course it was good. For you! Look at you? You've got nice things, a nice life. You've got life made.' But I don't look at it like that way. While I'm grateful for all I have, isn't any year good when you're still breathing and living healthy? Not to be all smarmy about it but that's just how I look at life. Sure there are things to dwell on that are not to one's liking but - not to be a Pollyanna and new age about it - but I find focusing on the half-full side of the glass is not only more fun but actual creates your successes.

There's so much good out there. Life's full of it! Am I always positive? Of course not, I'm human but I do look to catch myself in those negative thoughts. Why waste a moment on something you don't want?

For work, as I do every year, I had to set my 2012 goals which reminded me of a quote I once read. I paraphrase: Don't try to accomplish your goals. For example, trying to lose weight. Instead be your goal. Health. You can't "try" to do something. You can't "try" to write a paragraph, pick up a pen, wash the dishes. You just do it. Imagine someone "trying" to lift a button off a table. Picture it. What does that look like? I see struggling. Instead you just pick it up.

Happy New Year! And may you have the best-est, healthiest, most prosperous, extremely fulfilling and happiest year of them all!

Winding Down the Year

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 14:56:00 +0000

On Thursday, Facebook launched a new timeline feature. I like it though the change is quite dramatic to one's page. Check it out if you haven't already.

As for what's new, finish up the year at work. Next week is my last week then I'm off. Interestingly I go back for a week and then am on vacation again for 10 days. We're heading to the condo.

Almost done with Christmas shopping. Just have to get a couple more things yet there's the wrapping. And we're also having Christmas day here so there's a lot of prep that needs to go into that.

Oh well...till later!

Bandit in his Christmas PJs

Once Upon a Time

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 10:58:00 +0000

Believe it or not, I've been watching TV! I know. I know. I'm always claiming how I never watch but for whatever reason the past month or so I've been following three shows: X-Factor, Once Upon a Time and The Walking Dead.

X-Factor: I've lost interest over the last couple of weeks. My two favorites, Stacy and Drew, are no longer on but I love good talent. I was liking it better than American Idol but now I'm rethinking.

Once Upon a Time: I love this show! Never thought I would. Plus the actor that plays Prince Charming is good eye candy.

Josh Dallas from "Once Upon a Time"

The Walking Dead: While I have to cover my eyes through some of it, it's compelling television. The acting is good. We're in a hiatus now, new episodes won't air till February.

Bandit Turns 10!

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 14:57:00 +0000

This week marked Bandit's ten year birthday. We celebrated by getting him a doggie cupcake, carrot cake with cream cheese frosting from the organic dog store. He loved all the fuss.

Singing Happy Birthday

Licking the Frosting

Woofing It Down

Tail Wagging with His New Present

Typical New England

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 12:25:00 +0000

Last night I got to see some old friends of mine. (Well, not that they are old; you know what I mean). We went to Rowley for dinner and to see a band perform - good food, fun music and great company.

I love that area, the north North Shore of Massachusetts. It's not that far from us, about 20 minutes, but it feels so different - quintessential New England with its small towns and old homes. Especially this time of year with the fall leaves dotting the streets it is particularly picturesque.

When we were looking at houses, back in 2007-08, we looked up there. We saw one particular house that we really liked but the septic system was bad, and then there was the commute for Chris. It's just a little too far out. Plus here in Salem there's so much more to do - restaurants, museums, transportation, parks all within walking distance - not to mention $60k less for our house. I think we made the right choice.

The House We Didn't Get (Rowley, MA)

When the PEM (Peabody Essex Museum) renovated back in 2003, it really changed Salem for the better - creating with it an offshoot of fine dining and a revived downtown. The PEM is now considered one of the top museums in the country. It has a huge endowment which in this economic climate is unheard of. In fact, a couple weeks ago they announced a new $650 million dollar 175,000-square-foot expansion to be completed in 2016. And because we're residents of Salem we get to go whenever we want for free! Go PEM!

Anyway, today will be a take-it-easy day: breakfast with our friend Diane, then later on I might trim some shrubs. Tonight we'll have a fire in the fireplace and a nice boiled New England dinner then sit down to watch Once Upon a Time and The Walking Dead.

That's it for now!

The Help

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 12:46:00 +0000

This past week I finished "The Help" by Kathyrn Stockett and last night saw the movie. As always, the book is better but I have to say I did find the film to have added some subtle differences between characters that made it quite interesting. And character of Stuart Whitworth was worth the price of admission...

Chris Lowell as Stuart in The Help

I hadn't been to the movies in quite a long time. It was nice to get out. Usually weekends are running errands and staying in. I felt so old being at the mall on a Saturday night. We had some time to kill prior to the movie so we went into Old Navy. There was very little I could get away with wearing without someone looking like they're trying to be in their 20s again.

Happy at 45 thank you.

Well nothing much else to write. Till later...

Veteran's Day, Florida, VW Bugs and More!

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 11:33:00 +0000

I haven't written in awhile and wanted to post a quick little update, nothing earth-shattering.

It's Veteran's Day. Neither Chris or I have the day off. Fine. I have the day after Thanksgiving off instead. Chris on the other hand gets limited holidays, doesn't get today or the day after turkey day.

We've planned two trips to the Florida condo for next year. One in January and another in April. In January we're going to do some painting in the kitchen. It's too bland. And we're also going to get some end tables. In April we'll finally get a TV. Other than that it's pretty much all set. The contractor is coming back this week to center the light fixture over the dining room table, nothing big.

I'm still on VW Bug tear. I've been looking at classic VW Beetles for a couple of years now. Someday I'll get one. I used to have one when I was a kid, a 1973 Super Beetle. I got into an accident with it on the way to the bank for my sister. After that I lost interest in it - too much damage and couldn't afford to fix it. Anyway, every now and again I dabble on eBay looking for the right one. They're expensive but if I found one at a rock bottom price not needing too much work I'd go for it. But then where would I put it. On second thought...

No big plans for this weekend which is fine by me. The last couple of weekends have been busy with birthday parties, Halloween and getting things ready for the winter. Hopefully this weekend will be nice and easy.

Other than that not too much going on. Bandit is well. He needs a bath. On Chris' day off he took Bandit for a run on Nahant beach and then a trollop with a basketball in the backyard. He's still a bit of a mess and also needs a haircut - Bandit that is.

Okay, well over and out for now.

Condo Pics

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Wed, 02 Nov 2011 10:54:00 +0000

Thanks to my sister visiting my condo, I now have pictures of the Florida condo. (Recall I accidentally deleted all the ones I took during my last trip.)

We let my brother and his partner use the condo for the week. Meanwhile my sister was in the area visiting a friend so they all happened upon our place whilst we braved a Halloween snowstorm at home.

I tried to match up some before pictures to contrast with the new...

Before: View from Kitchen into Dining Area

After: New Dining Area

Before: Floor to Glass Walls! Ugh! (w. brother, JC and realtor in porch area)

After: New Carpet...no more mirrors!

After: New Living Room Set

My New Favorite Painting

I picked up this painting above for literally next to nothing. It's called the Open Road. Someone was selling it at the Salvation Army, of all places. I got it for three bucks. I fell in love with it the minute I saw it. I just love the bluish-purple sky. We had it framed and it looks like a million bucks.

Here's another one (below) that we also got on the same trip, just as cheap. It's a Van Gogh knock off but I still like it.

Starry Nights Like

And Into the New Boudoir

Remember, I'm all about being frugal. This bedroom set above is solid wood, weighs a ton and, in my opinion, looks very expensive. I spent $350 for the whole set. My new neighbor was selling it.

Before: Master Bath Area w. Stained (Ugh!) Rug, Decorative Wallpaper and More!

After: New Tile, Fresh paint and Wainscoting

Alright, that's enough. You asked so I'm sharing. Hope you enjoyed.

Halloween Snow!

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Sat, 29 Oct 2011 12:42:00 +0000

I can't believe it. It's not even November and we've already had our first snowfall and more on the way tonight! Parts of Massachusetts may get over a foot of heavy, wet snow. Here on the coast we're supposed to only get a few inches but even still; the leaves haven't even fallen off the trees yet.

If this weather is any indication of what this winter (did I mention it's still fall!) will bring then we're in for it.

Oh well. Other than that all is good in the hood.

The Tug Toner

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 10:44:00 +0000

Check out this new revolutionary workout. Who would have thought!

Just Some Little Tidbits

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 10:21:00 +0000

Alright, here's just a few tidbits floating around in this early morning not enough caffeine in my brain yet head of mine...

Occupy Wall Street. I'm a bit confused about this movement, a litany of demands with no real coherent structure. I'd like to support them yet not really sure if I can yet. I understand the "Y" generation is frustrated, as they should be. I respect their ability to come together with an intent on change and doing good. However there is something about this movement, and maybe this is me just getting older and more conservative, that smacks of laziness and just a push for socialism. Hopefully they'll prove me wrong.

The X-Factor. I am so into this show! But was bummed last night when a rain delay for the American League baseball game preempted the show. I wonder if tonight's show will be last night's? Regardless, I'll be watching.

Refinance. Finally, the refi for the house is over! Last night the lawyer came to the house and all the paper work was signed. We started looking into this in August when the interest rates plummeted. This one (which I think is our third since owning the house) seemed to take forever mainly because the initial appraiser went AWOL after looking at our house. (Perhaps he's still down in our basement somewhere.) They had to order another inspection after waiting two weeks for this first guy.

New Tires. You may recall, in January of 2009 I bought brand new Goodyear Eagle GTs at NTB (National Tire and Battery). Never again for both Goodyear and NTB. Only 12,000 miles put on these tires since then, rotated as required, now completely bald. Monday I went to Town Fair Tire and put on brand new Toyos. I went to NTB first. Their response was there was no warranty. They gave me a price on new tires that was high and wouldn't budge. Done with NTB! They just lost all my business. Between oil changes, bushings, brakes and more, I've literally spent thousands there!

National Coming Out Day. As chair of the GLBTA (gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender and allies) alliance at my office, on Tuesday, for National Coming Out Day, we had a PowerPoint running in the cafeteria with pictures and quotes from employees, mostly straight allies, as to why they support the GLBT. It was very powerful. In between the quotes we had embedded a new video from corporate about inclusiveness in the workplace. The day turned out to be very successful. We increased our membership over 70%, far exceeding our goals for the year.

Alright, now that I'm on my second cup of coffee I'm beginning to wake. Over and out for now!

Flood Ravages Boston's North Shore

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Tue, 04 Oct 2011 23:45:00 +0000

As I was typing this morning's blog entry, I noticed it was raining but little did I know the severity. My normal ten minute commute took me over an hour!

I'm Not Retiring Just Yet

noreply@blogger.com (Rick) — Tue, 04 Oct 2011 10:17:00 +0000

Bandit has asked me, prompted by Spo, to provide an update. First off let's set the rumors straight, I am not retiring Bandit Talks. With the popularity of Facebook and Twitter, many of my blog friends have closed down shop in lieu of smaller tweets and postings. I prefer a lengthier forum.

So what's going? Well suffice it to say I've been busy: back to work post-vacation and playing catch up, refinancing the house at a much better interest rate, tending to my crop of crab grass, attending to plumbing issues in Florida from afar, coupon shopping and doing the normal day to day. Yet one thing I've neglected is my writing and Bandit Talks. So yes I am still here and no Bandit Talks is not retiring.

On writing, I've also taken my book down from authonomy.com. Having it there for close to six months, it peaked in low 200s (out of thousands) - not too bad - and I got some really good constructive feedback. I am now going into another rewrite. I've got some ideas in my head and just need the time to get them down on paper.

Okay onto the day. Over and out...