If I haven't told you....

I received this from a listener the other day and it hit pretty close to home.  Anyone who knows me or who has read my blog will understand why it hits close to home for me.  When you read this, you'll understand.

 One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't anymore. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute." Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, or say "I love you." 

 So while we have it, it's best we love it, care for it, fix it when it's broken and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage ... and old cars and children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips, and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. 

 Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what. Life is important, like people we know who are special. And so, we keep them close!

 I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'!  Suppose one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love them?
 
I was thinking... I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.

 Let every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can do. 
 
And just in case GOD calls me home ..... I love ya!!

Live today to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised.

Bleeding Husker Red

For more times than I care to recall, I sat in disbelief Saturday as my beloved Cornhuskers continued a downward spiral.  I would never blame the players, but I can blame the people behind the program and their personal motivations back in 2003 to change a tradition of excellence.  I believe the program is doomed at it's current pace and must steer clear of the iceberg looming in it's path.  The changes need to start from the top (Perlman) and proceed downhill (Pederson) until the plague is purged (Callahan) from our program.

Do I have a right to make such a demand? You bet.  I still have the picture of the bedsheet I drew Husker helmets on in 1966, with my favorite player's names under each helmet, one of which being Frank Solich, and proudly hung that sheet on the front of my parent's house on N. 77th Ave. in Omaha.  I have the right to demand action for my father,  who believed Tom Osborne was the closest thing to Nebraska royalty there was, enough so to be buried in his Husker red overalls, Nebraska hat, red patent leather husker boots and to have Herbie Husker engraved on his headstone.  I share my father's belief in Tom Osborne, especially when Tom would visit my restaurant in Lincoln a couple times a week with his grandchildren.  I would actually choke up telling him about my father.

My father left  me all his Husker memorabilia.  The Johnny Rodgers decanter, the old programs, one of which was a 1971 Oklahoma program with Bob Devaney's autograph on the inside cover.  He also left me with Husker pride.  Husker pride of winnng traditions.  Husker pride of honest, team spirit.  He did not leave the tradition of self serving decisions made by Husker "politicians" designed to cover, hide and deceive the Husker faithful.  Bill Byrne maynot have made popular decisions, but at least he was honest and forthright with them

Perlman, Pederson and Callahan have managed to accomplish many things during this era of self service.  They have managed to dissolve decades long traditions and records.  Breaking records for the negative.  The end for this trio and their band of merry thieves must end now.  They have stolen our pride and our hope.  And, they have derailed a proud tradition of excellence to the point that we, the Husker faithful, now pray that the team can at least rise to mediocrity.

Mediocrity is not a Husker tradition and it needs to leave with the people that brought to our state and our stadium.  God bless the Husker faithful, the players and our forefathers who made football at Nebraska great.  God's speed to the people who need to go be mediocre somewhere else.

Amway is the only way...

I think I have had a total and complete mental block for about two weeks.  I have started to write several times but I just can't find inspiration.  Despite the plethora of wacky people in my midst, nothing comes to mind.  I mean, I have radio people around me 5 days a week and I am drawing a blank.  Have you ever known a real radio person?  DJ's in general, are strange rangers.

There used to be a guy here in Wichita that would cut out the "danger areas" of girls who appeared in Hustler magazine and decoupage them on his coffee table.  It had to look like a page out of "Field and Stream" magazine.  I heard that Ted Nugent tried to shoot it with his bow and arrow once.  Can you imagine trying to eat your cereal on that table?  How do you explain it to guests?  "Can I get you another napkin Pastor?"

Then there was also a guy here in Wichita, a very popular DJ on a station I worked at in the mid eighties.  I eventually hired him on Q 106.5.  (Wichitans won't recognize that station as no one ever listened to it, by the droves)  Anyway, I always swore this guy wore mascara.  Turns out I was right as he is now referred to as Stacy instead of George.  He actually went through the Lorena Bobbit surgery, grew lady lumps and now sits down to you know what.  I think he's still married.  The kids have all left the nest.  I think they may have jumped to their deaths. Does that make his wife a lesbian, or does she get a pass on that one?  I personally thought he had beautiful eyes.

So, your kid just told you he's gay or she's a lesbian.  Maybe you just found out your kid is a serial killer.  Did your kid just come to you and say he wants to sell insurance when he gets older?  Let me tell you, it could be worse.  Get your kids moving in the right direction early and maybe, if you're lucky, they will never come to you and say, "Mom, Dad, I'm a Disc Jockey"!

That is all...Peters out!!!