Confessions
Boyz of Summer
Don’t know what it means…..but I like it!
From the Sports Desk:
Springfield Cardinals won game two of the Texas League Playoffs. Colby Ramus pulled it out in the ninth with a home run that won the game.
Go Cards!
Ball Park Sighting: Earlier this summer, one of our team mates followed a fan munching a fat turkey leg into the men’s room. Fan bellies up to the urinal, places his snack on top of the porcelain, takes a leak, picks up the turkey leg and gets back to work. No hand washing needed.
Insert visual here.
The Great Social Media Experiment
Confessions of a Small Bidnez Owner
On a recent undercover assignment in the WORLD of the living, we attended our first staff meeting in three years. Scheduled at 3 PM, we burned two precious hours on attendance, and determining the color khaki.
Not Stone. Khaki.
In my other world, we’re a small company.
Lately, our meetings haven’t been as productive.
The best part? Morning staff meetings on the lawn with Me, Myself and I.
“Present!”
Meet our Advisory Team: Shad and Rock.
“Present!”
Me: This morning’s agenda….
A-Team: Let’s play ball!
Me: That sounds good, but let’s get serious a minute and think!
A-Team: About?
Me: Cash Flow, streamline distribution….my next great idea.
A-Team: We’d rather sniff a pole.
Sir William Wallace
One of our clients shared the story of Sir William Wallace, or just “Wallace” to the many friends and family that knew him. Even the three cats he shared a home with are grieving.
Wallace was a well-heeled English Mastiff, large and imposing but gentle in spirit. He was the soccer and rugby team mascot, unofficial therapy dog, companion and major drooler.
Wallace was only five years old but impacted many lives. He died over the weekend from an autoimmune disorder. Wallace was a big boy, weighing in at 200 pounds and his owner needed an adult urn to accommodate his friend plus a few mementos.
His owner knows that in the future he’ll get another dog, but is re-thinking the breed. Wallace was a hand-full based on his size, and near the end it was a team effort to handle him. Not to mention the yearly interior painting that took place, based on the volume of drool that Wallace produced! Despite these minor details, Wallace was a pampered pooch who shared a bed with his owner and one of the cats, owned the couch and was loved by all.
The neighborhood is planning a memorial garden filled with mums this fall in Wallace’s memory.
RIP big boy.