gordy's band is playing again this weekend, if your bored, come out and see him! friday and saturday night, 9:00pm, JJ's in NorthBranch, it's also our 11th anniversary on friday and we are celebrating my brothers birthday on saturday so it will be quite the party :smile:
you being the thoughtful, chap that you are, I'm sure will find some wonderful, quirky, heartfelt, and sentimental way to ask her, that she not only won't be able to refuse, but will tell everyone about forever.
Or... you could just get her the biggest diamond ever, and blind her into saying yes.
Thanx mikey :smile: there is another one july 13th and 14th if you want to try that one, if anything else comes up before that I will let you guy's know for sure.
Ha! No. I'm thinking about stealing a ring of hers and having the diamond put on it, one that her grandmother gave to her. But she's no dummy, she'll probably notice that there's nothing on her finger for several weeks.
So why don't you go get her the diamond - most worthy jewelers will put it in a generic setting for you to propose with & when she says yes, tell her the idea of having it set in her gran's setting and let her decide.
if not - the two of you can go down and pick out a setting together (word of warning tho - a really nice platnium setting with a few inset d's - these days are about 5500 without center diamond!)
that is, if she is a plat girl (which I totally am... although if it meant the difference in the size of my center diamond - I might be swayed into white gold)
RB you stud you!!! I'm sure she'll say yes :smile: But I know a little girl who's gonna be reeeeaaaallly jealous of her.. but... I suppose as long as ya make a "Redbear" delivery from time to time I think she'll get over it. BTW.. Kaitlynn is ALMOST as big as the Pooh bear ya gave her, thank you again for it!! It's sooo cute! *hugs* good luck!
Hey Nick, we're really sorry for your loss. Just take things one day at a time. That's the best advice I can give you. Give yourself time to breathe. Trust me, it'll do you good, because there will be a time when you literally feel like you can't. Take care.
hugs* thanks for the Mother's Day wishes!! I had a great Mother's Day! Took Kaitlynn on her first trip to the zoo :smile: She had a blast and so did I!
Being as sleep is alluding me, I thought I could share some information and memories of our friend Dave Young over the past 10 years.
He was raised on a farm near Brewster, MN. We know he has a sister still living in that area along with aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. He still owned farm land that he rented out. He spent most holidays with a niece back in Brewster and always bragged about her cooking.
He was married once, but that ended when he found his best friend and wife were having an affair. He never had children.
He was a ham radio operator and a licensed pilot. He loved the State fair, the medallion hunt, micro napping, working on computers, and any gathering that involved a good dinner and people he liked being with.
If you went anywhere with him, it wasn't long and he'd run into someone he knew. He had a very long list of friends.
Almost without fail, when you said goodbye at the end of a time together or on the phone, his last words were "have fun!". That was his philosophy and there wasn't much of anything he wouldn't try if it sounded like fun.
Every Christmas season, he would dress up as a traditional Santa and would hire out for parties - either private family gatherings or organizations. One time when his "jalopy" wasn't running, we picked Santa up and drove him out to Eden Prairie for a party and brought him back home afterwards. We stopped at a McDonald's or Burger King near his home. All he had left of his Santa suit was the red pants.
Two young African-American boys came up to him wanting to talk to Santa. He very graciously did so. I know those young boys will always believe.
But that wasn't the only time we witnessed Santa in action...
One year at the State Fair, we were walking around with Dave and a mother with a little girl came up to him. The mother said her little girl wanted to talk to Santa. He, of course, talked to that little girl and was so very much Santa. Not only will that little girl believe for the rest of her life, but that mother will too.
One of the first times we went to do Fitger's Bock Hunt in Duluth, there was a group of us that were going to drive up... Allison, Inks, me and Eags was to pick up DDY and then we would head up to Duluth early on a Saturday morning.
Eags had been to his place, knocked on the door, didn't get a response, had looked in his car and after another round of attempts came and met up with the rest of us. We decided to go back and try one last time before leaving. After banging on his door and looking into his car, we were about to give up, leave a note and go. Took one more look into his car and there he was micro napping amongst the "stuff" in his car. You've seen his car you know it would be easy to miss someone snoozing in among that "stuff".
At that Bock festival later that evening, Dave participated in a black forest torte eating contest....no hands. You can imagine that beard! He didn't win, but he did that every year after until Fitger's quit doing the bock hunt as part of their festival.
If anyone ever needed anything, all you had to do was ask and he'd be there. If it was something he had in his car, he knew exactly where in that "stuff" he would find it. It was amazing.
He also did electrical work. His friend Jon built a house in western Wisconsin a few years ago. Dave did the house wiring for him and his wife Cheryl. During that time, Dave had fallen on some hard financial times and his "jalopy" quit running for the last time. His friend not only paid for him to do the wiring, he bought him a different car. Very recently, Jon had a heart attack and died. He and Jon had been close friends for over 40 years. Dave was deeply saddened by the loss of that friend and had been spending time helping Jon's wife take care of some things.
So now Jon and Dave are together again.
There are so many memories...we are so lucky to have known him.
Yes, Terry -- thank you for postng that, I think you did a great job.
I can't think of any words to say, it's just almost more than I can believe is reality. I am also glad that he was in the company of such wonderful friends, and that it sounds like there was no pain or suffering for him.
Make today the best day - no way to know what tomorrow will bring!
I swear..I'm never going to answer the phone again from 12am to 3am..
its never good news.
I don't even know what to say....thank you terry something in that post has to touch everybody...either his car, his smile, his beard, his laugh, etc...something...
There is another story - one that makes me laugh even today. Once I figure out how to tell it, I'll post it. It's probably one of those that you would almost have to be there to get how terribly funny it is. That's why it'll take me a little time to work on it.
It involves DDY, a Woodsman, an old orange rusty pick up truck, ducks and a trip to the lake. DDY was graciously helping a mutual friend.
Yes he was - often performing at Acme Comedy Club. He was also a member of the Knuckleheads.
A personal memory is going to see Axel at the Old Log Theater with him. I was/am a huge Axel fan. Some of you that are old enough, might recall Axel's version of the Night Before Christmas. I had thought so often how wonderful it would be to have a recording of that story that brought so many fond childhood memories. Guess who got that and put it on a CD for me? None other than Santa Dave. I'm not often moved to tears - it's the stoic Danish/Swedish part of me I think - but I did cry then. It truly touched my heart that he managed to get that and record it for me.
And did you know he was, at one time, a radio personality? We used to wake up very early on Sunday mornings to listen to 'CCO. He was the sidekick for the guy on the air early Sunday mornings. He would go over there after he finished working at the enemy newspaper.
Startling news. I visited with him a bit at Amy's visitation yesterday. We got to talking about people in Princeton and it turns out one of his best buddies up there is related to me. He also told me his father had been a lumberjack. Interesting man.
Terry, wasn't Santa Dave acquainted with the little people from Wizard of Oz? Seems like he stayed in touch with one or two of the munchkins. Do you recall any details about that?
Santa Dave - Notorious due to his unique personality and resemblance to Santa Claus. Santa Dave is also a stand-up comedian, an amateur radio operator and small-plane pilot. No one knows the Twin Cities better than him: he delivered pizzas there for 26 years.
(from NTFCF) --damn that movie is going to be hard to watch next time...
I don't have much stuff--a computer (shown above), a lava lamp, a bean bag chair, and a waterbed.
I'm a stand-up comedian, an amateur radio operator (K�IZD), a pilot, and a radio personality. Listen to me on WCCO Radio, AM 830, some Sunday mornings from 4:30 to 5:30 Central time. The local (Minneapolis-Saint Paul) call-in number is 989-9226 (989-WCCO). The toll-free call in number is 800-327-8255 (800-327-TALK). Please call in!
Greetings to the people in the public library in Cambridge, England! I was there in June, 1998 and left a bookmark for my web page on your computer. I had a lot of fun in Cambridge! Send me a message if you see my web page in Cambridge! Thanks!
sounds like he was just sitting there sleeping like normal and had a massive heart attack or something. Everyone had gone out for a few drinks and food and he was sitting at the table with the cooler crew and Brad and his family when it happened. I wasn't there, this is just what I was told.
Terry, it would be nice if you could put all the tidbits together with what you wrote and see if you could get that to his sister somehow. I bet she probly don't know everything that he was up to and may find comfort to know he had such good freinds here.
Hope you all have fun and have a great anniversary!
you being the thoughtful, chap that you are, I'm sure will find some wonderful, quirky, heartfelt, and sentimental way to ask her, that she not only won't be able to refuse, but will tell everyone about forever.
Or... you could just get her the biggest diamond ever, and blind her into saying yes.
if not - the two of you can go down and pick out a setting together (word of warning tho - a really nice platnium setting with a few inset d's - these days are about 5500 without center diamond!)
send me the invite via myspace :smile:
and if you dont have any I know a jeweler that may help you out :smile:
PM Me if you need info :smile:
Nicole, Mark, and Kaitlynn
It still feels so.... unreal.... like it didnt happen..
was I actually there watching that shit happen?
Anybody who wasnt there and has no idea what happened...
Santa Dave passed away, earlier tonight, in the company of cooler crew friends...
One minute we were all talking and laughing and the next minute.... holy shit, what just happened....
damn....
I dont understand how this kind of shit happens 3 times in one week to the same group of people.
He was raised on a farm near Brewster, MN. We know he has a sister still living in that area along with aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. He still owned farm land that he rented out. He spent most holidays with a niece back in Brewster and always bragged about her cooking.
He was married once, but that ended when he found his best friend and wife were having an affair. He never had children.
He was a ham radio operator and a licensed pilot. He loved the State fair, the medallion hunt, micro napping, working on computers, and any gathering that involved a good dinner and people he liked being with.
If you went anywhere with him, it wasn't long and he'd run into someone he knew. He had a very long list of friends.
Almost without fail, when you said goodbye at the end of a time together or on the phone, his last words were "have fun!". That was his philosophy and there wasn't much of anything he wouldn't try if it sounded like fun.
Every Christmas season, he would dress up as a traditional Santa and would hire out for parties - either private family gatherings or organizations. One time when his "jalopy" wasn't running, we picked Santa up and drove him out to Eden Prairie for a party and brought him back home afterwards. We stopped at a McDonald's or Burger King near his home. All he had left of his Santa suit was the red pants.
Two young African-American boys came up to him wanting to talk to Santa. He very graciously did so. I know those young boys will always believe.
But that wasn't the only time we witnessed Santa in action...
One year at the State Fair, we were walking around with Dave and a mother with a little girl came up to him. The mother said her little girl wanted to talk to Santa. He, of course, talked to that little girl and was so very much Santa. Not only will that little girl believe for the rest of her life, but that mother will too.
One of the first times we went to do Fitger's Bock Hunt in Duluth, there was a group of us that were going to drive up... Allison, Inks, me and Eags was to pick up DDY and then we would head up to Duluth early on a Saturday morning.
Eags had been to his place, knocked on the door, didn't get a response, had looked in his car and after another round of attempts came and met up with the rest of us. We decided to go back and try one last time before leaving. After banging on his door and looking into his car, we were about to give up, leave a note and go. Took one more look into his car and there he was micro napping amongst the "stuff" in his car. You've seen his car you know it would be easy to miss someone snoozing in among that "stuff".
At that Bock festival later that evening, Dave participated in a black forest torte eating contest....no hands. You can imagine that beard! He didn't win, but he did that every year after until Fitger's quit doing the bock hunt as part of their festival.
If anyone ever needed anything, all you had to do was ask and he'd be there. If it was something he had in his car, he knew exactly where in that "stuff" he would find it. It was amazing.
He also did electrical work. His friend Jon built a house in western Wisconsin a few years ago. Dave did the house wiring for him and his wife Cheryl. During that time, Dave had fallen on some hard financial times and his "jalopy" quit running for the last time. His friend not only paid for him to do the wiring, he bought him a different car. Very recently, Jon had a heart attack and died. He and Jon had been close friends for over 40 years. Dave was deeply saddened by the loss of that friend and had been spending time helping Jon's wife take care of some things.
So now Jon and Dave are together again.
There are so many memories...we are so lucky to have known him.
I can't think of any words to say, it's just almost more than I can believe is reality. I am also glad that he was in the company of such wonderful friends, and that it sounds like there was no pain or suffering for him.
Make today the best day - no way to know what tomorrow will bring!
We'll miss ya Dave!
RIP
its never good news.
I don't even know what to say....thank you terry something in that post has to touch everybody...either his car, his smile, his beard, his laugh, etc...something...
It involves DDY, a Woodsman, an old orange rusty pick up truck, ducks and a trip to the lake. DDY was graciously helping a mutual friend.
Thanks for posting those memories of Santa Dave! It was nice to read them...
A personal memory is going to see Axel at the Old Log Theater with him. I was/am a huge Axel fan. Some of you that are old enough, might recall Axel's version of the Night Before Christmas. I had thought so often how wonderful it would be to have a recording of that story that brought so many fond childhood memories. Guess who got that and put it on a CD for me? None other than Santa Dave. I'm not often moved to tears - it's the stoic Danish/Swedish part of me I think - but I did cry then. It truly touched my heart that he managed to get that and record it for me.
And did you know he was, at one time, a radio personality? We used to wake up very early on Sunday mornings to listen to 'CCO. He was the sidekick for the guy on the air early Sunday mornings. He would go over there after he finished working at the enemy newspaper.
he didn't show that side a lot, but when he got going I have never laughed harder in my life.
aside from that he was always the first to say hello, and was always smiling.
whenever I see someone sleeping sitting up, I will definetly remember Santa Dave. :smile:
(from NTFCF) --damn that movie is going to be hard to watch next time...
cracks me up... (this is from dave's family info from his old website)
Hi Everybody!
I don't have much stuff--a computer (shown above), a lava lamp, a bean bag chair, and a waterbed.
I'm a stand-up comedian, an amateur radio operator (K�IZD), a pilot, and a radio personality. Listen to me on WCCO Radio, AM 830, some Sunday mornings from 4:30 to 5:30 Central time. The local (Minneapolis-Saint Paul) call-in number is 989-9226 (989-WCCO). The toll-free call in number is 800-327-8255 (800-327-TALK). Please call in!
Greetings to the people in the public library in Cambridge, England! I was there in June, 1998 and left a bookmark for my web page on your computer. I had a lot of fun in Cambridge! Send me a message if you see my web page in Cambridge! Thanks!
See you soon! Have fun!
Dave Young
� 1997 daveyoung@bigfoot.com
link
some of his classmates of 1960
they say stuff like this happens in threes.... first amy, then nick's dad, then dave.
tc and i learned last night that he lost his mother when he was 6.
damn.
He was OK at the funeral and then... ?
I don't fully understand.
Wow. I guess if you are to go, the way to do it, is having fun, and in the company of people you love.