Awkward

Merry Christmas or whatever you celebrate , everyone! The celebration has started with my son and I watching my sister’s twins and probably won’t end until tomorrow night when the caffeine and beer and wine and egg nog and whatever else wears off… Wishing everyone the best for the new year!

Please reblog this, he was my bestfriend. 

He got shot and killed, by some guys who were drunk.

You may think that this will make your blog, ugly.

But it can help a lot. For each reblog, we will donate

$1 for t-shirts, bracelets, etc for his community. 

You can order one from here : wherethecitymeeetstheseaa.tumblr.com

Please reblog this. Bryce didn’t deserve to die.

He was one of the sweetest, most honest kids you could

ever know. He didn’t deserve this. I love you Bryce.

RIP.

(Source: br3athe-c4rolina, via heatstreak)

bohemianarthouse:

Don’t let the ads confuse you. If you are against SB 5 vote NO on issue 2 in November.

Please pass this on even if you don’t live in Ohio. Voting no will restore collective bargaining rights for public employees, teachers, police officers and firefighters that was taken away when the bill was passed earlier this year. Please help out your fellow workers and unite against our oppressors.

(via snackalupagus)

Coincidentally, I’ve been thinking a lot about heritage lately. I visited Ellis Island last week, looking around at the same sights my paternal grandfather was looking at in 1923 on his first voyage to America. I tried to imagine what his thoughts and feelings were - he knew no english, was deaf since childhood, and just completed a somewhat harrowing journey across an ocean on a chance and a dream. All to land on this rock with thousands of others hoping to get in to America.

He was 24 years old. Trying to find a better life for his family. A little over a year later, he made enough money to go back to Switzerland to get his wife and two small children.

Amazing leap of faith.

I’m Swiss and… Yep, that’s it.

As you can tell from my posts, I have been visiting friends on the coasts lately. It was a great 4 days in Manhatten - the architecture, museums, and everything else were amazing and beautiful and inspiring and many more words that I can’t fit in one post. But the most important part of the trip was that I met someone I never knew before.

Oh, I met her before. But I never really met her. She is my neighbor’s daughter. About 10 years younger than me, she was always the kid who ran around while we were working on projects and then she grew up to be the girl I would have beers with but now I see her with a totally different aspect - a businesswoman with the confidence and maturity of a potentate with a just enough of the innocence and curiosity left over to keep her fun and interesting.

It was a surprise and a pleasure to encounter her. 

Travel really opens ones eyes to the things we take for granted.

   From East Coast to West Coast. Meet Garth. Quite possibly the most spoiled dog in San Diego.

   Gotta love St. Bernards.

Ground Zero. 10 years after.

  My first car was a 53 Chevy truck I bought from my brother-in-law when I was 14. It was the coolest truck and I wish I still had it. It had a hand throttle and my friends and I would cruise through town while standing on the running boards. We were stupid kids. I sold it to a friend when I went off to college and he restored it and still owns it.

A casual Tuesday night fire by the barn. It is really sad to see empty, but the market really was not nice to me when I got started and it is easier to rent the land and do my own job than try to operate a working dairy. I’m following a dream of mine and love my job but still miss the simplicity of living this life and the fun I had, but knowing the bank was the only one who was going to make out from my hard labor really sucked dicks. You can’t milk 72 cows and expect to make money - this market is made for guys with 1200 cows plus and who don’t spend the time with their cattle like I did.

Anyway, I still own this and this is my view. Fuck them. The guy that rents my land does an excellent job and really wants to buy it but this is my farm. In the middle of nowhere. But still everywhere I want to be.