So why do you like ducks?

What’s the hammer?

Why are Aces – Rockets or American Airlines?

You know we can’t understand your blog because you use these “terms”.

I guess to someone else it’s another language.

Update on the kids : Ryan had the flu today and Shelby was BORRED.

“Daddy I don’t feel (THROWS UP ON ME) well.”

Tomorrow we are going (if Ryan is better) to go to a movie, a museum and maybe to Texas Motor Speedway…

I love my co-workers.  They are wonderful people.  But they choose to selectively FORGET when I am on vacation.

“Uh Sean, can I ask you one question?”

The Nice Sean says Yes, and lets them STEAL moments from my kids and family.

BUT NOW. I HAVE HAD MY FILL!

I told the higher ups that I would leave the phone on for “Emergencies”

HOWEVER, what people who work with me consider an EMERGENCY and what I consider an EMERGENCY are two different things.

I’m on VACATION.

Leave me alone!

The number you have reached has been disconnected, if you think you’ve reached this message in error, SHOVE IT WHERE THE SUN DON’T SHINE!

On our way to Orlando for the convention we kept running into people we knew. It was almost fortune smiling down upon us.

First I ran into Amanda.  We didn’t say a word. All she did was smile.

Then I ran into Russell Hall. He made me sick by telling me about his trip to Italy.

We got on the plane and all of the sudden I felt sleepy. (Since I couldn’t sleep all night and only fell asleep at 2:30 waking up at 5:15) So I closed my eyes and I felt someone pop me in the head with a finger.

It was my old boss Scott Harris. He was heading up to see Texas Tech play in the Big 12 tournament.  We talked and it felt like a load was lifted off me.

I fell asleep, got breakfast at the Dallas-Ft. Worth Airport and met a bunch of friends from Abilene and San Angelo on the plane.  We talked and we got to Orlando in no time with me crashing on the plane once again.

I really don’t mind flying, but I have a self defense mechanism that I sleep while I am flying unless someone is actively talking to me.

We got to Orlando and this year did NOT get the limo driver who in previous years had tried to kill us with his insane driving.  Our New driver this year Angel (Pronounced An Hell) laughed with me and the crew as I set up jokes that Jay hit punchline after punchline that left Abner confused.

We got to the hotel and checked in.

But what would a trip be with Sean, if you didn’t have a little Tragedy?

“Your rooms will be ready in about 30-45 min. About 3 o’clock Mr Donahue.”

“Ok, I’ll call you at 3:00 to check up on it.”

3:00 – Rooms not ready.

3:15 – Rooms not ready.

3:30 – Rooms not ready (Crew getting ancey.)

3:45 – Rooms not ready (Crew getting mad.)

4:00 – ROOMS READY! WEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

4:05 – Sean arrives at room and enters key card into door. DENIED

4:06 – Sean checks key and retries: DENIED!

4:07 – Sean calls front desk to find out, they had told me the wrong room

4:09 – Sean arrives at right room, enters key card into door : DENIED

4:10 – After Sean tries card repeatedly and muttering “Have a magical day my ass”, calls Front Desk who sends a runner with a new card.

4:17 – Runner tries original card in door : DENIED!

4:18 – Runner pulls MYSTICAL NEW CARD : ACCESS GRANTED!

4:19 – Sean thanks runner, gets into the room and collapses on bed exhausted

4:23 – Realizes that he has to be ready for the awards presentation at 5:15 gets up and gets ready.

6:30 – I run into the people I needs to run into and make my offer. More discussions tommorrow

We headed to the awards ceremony and it was OUTSTANDING! We were nominated for best Memorial Montage. (One of ME talking about Tara and why I do what I do,  that I ABSOLUTELY HATE).  We lost.  I was going to ask for a recount but decided against it. Drank free drink provided by the foundation.

We took a bunch of pictures on the stage and then left to kareoke and dance. I spent the time networking.

Came back to type up this and crash.

I feel incredible.

A hogposh of things to talk about tonight from…

Friends heading home…

Friends finding everything but what they need…

Thoughts that have been in my mind, but not available for posting…

(more…)

I promised you an update on the weekend…

And herer you go, sponsored by Tiltweiser, the official Cheer of Instant Tragedy!

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Tonight’s Super Bowl and other issues surrounding my life have me second guessing things that I have done and or haven’t done recently.

I’ve had to look at strengths in my life, my backbone, my family in crisis because of the recent hospitalization of the man who’ve I only seen cry four times in 38 years, my dad.

I’ve had to remember the last time I had to face something that feared me.

Grandma Horowitz was a teacher at Adelphi University and a Speech and Hearing center that she built from the ground up.  After some trouble she was given some drugs and I was going up to see her. My grandma was tall and strong. She knew nothing she couldn’t debate, or argue or reason out.  She was strength in not only my eyes, but my soul.

“Don’t be frightened Sean, for your Grandma looks a little different. Just remember why you love her,” my mom said as we walked into the house that she lived in with my Grandfather for over 40 years.

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Mom wants me to come next weekend since Dad had a bad morning and is in one of his “Sick Moods”

I tried to talk to him , but he was asleep when I called.

Soooo I have a plane ticket for next weekend.

Spending the entire weekend with Dad, so Mom can have a break.

My friend Al told me that I had to tell you about the worst poker player ever. But I don’t have the time.  My neck and shoulders are killing me.  I’m going to try and get some sleep but then I forgot to pimp that the Smokkee induced Bodog will happen tonight, probably without me but who knows. If you haven’t signed up for Bodog… WHY NOT? Bodog poker isn’t available for my Canadian friends or that one person who reads me in one of the Koreas.

But I thank you for each of your kind words, your sweet im’s and your friendship.

No news from New York as they still have my uncle in a medically induced coma.

Dad is going to have a colonoscopy among other oscopies.

If I have news, I’ll pass it on here.

Note to Kerri.  Stop worrying,. I’ll be reasonably ok.

BTW I won two tokens tonight fooling around.. Now I have to figure out what to do with them.

Luv ya, mean it.

Dad is in a room now and he is being poked and prodded.

He did tell me one story that made me smile. 

He told me how the nurse who gave him his catheter used to work at the Mexican food place that my parents used to go to.  So she goes from serving his encheladas to stuffing a tube in his burrito.

I gave in and let the bosses at work know whats going on, thank goodness they haven’t read this blog in a while, not saying I’ve put anything on here that you know I don’t talk about work on here. Never mind. 

“Why are you still here?”

I’ve talked to him folks and he is in good spirtis.  I get updates every three hours or as information comes.  All I would do is pace and that would only hurt me.  What I need to is keep myself busy and be ready to leave in a moments notice.

BUT nothing is coming.  No news in my mind is good news.  But in the words of Stevie Ray “I’ve gotta a real, real bad feeling”.

But I am remaining positive.  I have to.  My family is a family of fighters.

and that’s all I have to say on that.