Well, there's more tough news in the Good family today...Brenda's Father's health, (he's been in and out of the hospital quite a bit the past year), has taken a turn for the worse...

There's talk today of hospice if/when he's able to leave the hospital. Brenda is understandably inconsolable, the kids are upset, and I'm asking all you all to keep them and the rest of their family in your thoughts and prayers.

We were going to be headed to Maryland on July 10th for Toni and Jason's wedding (Toni is B's sister), but now it looks like B and Sierra may be taking off as soon as we can get the cash together to get them down there...it's the logistics...money, time, her job (she's going to see if Macy's will grant her a temporary transfer to their Towson store.  If not, B will be seeking some other short term employment solutions to make being there with her family possible)  I'd ask that all pray for something to work out in this area as well.  Times are tough enough as it is.

We're far from down and out, but this just saps the life out of you when things start to get better, and "life" keeps throwing things at you.  I've already lost an aunt, uncle, and grandmother this year.  The weight of this will surely test us, but with the love and support from our friends and family, we will get by.

One last thing, and this is as heartfelt and sincere as I can can be my friends:  Smoking is the cause of Brenda's Father's demise.  Plain and simple my friends, it will kill you.  Please find a way to quit, I'm sick of cancer, emphysema, and the other minions of cigarette smoke claiming the lives of those that I love.

God Bless,

Jeff

I'm convinced, there's a conspiracy in the NHL against Detroit.

The announcers all verbally "stroke and suck the Penguins off" every chance they can.  Not so much love for anyone in Detroit, if ever at all.  Pittsbitch is only in it because the NHL wants Sid the Kid to win a cup, on the biggest hockey stage, in the most dramatic fashion, trying to showcase him as the future of the game, the man who carried his team back from being down 3-1.

Bettman is doing it for ratings.  Well maybe he shouldn't have scheduled the first three games of the NHL finals against the NBA Eastern Conference Finals.  Oh, but the DETROIT Pistons were involved, so FUCK Detroit, is what Bettman was saying...and I know that hockey fans in Boston, like those in Detroit follow most of their teams.  So you shot yourself in the foot double, ratings wise again there Mr. Bettman.  You won't win over BBall fans to hockey that way.

Shitsburgh doesn't care about the NBA, so it wouldn't effect anything against their fan base.  Well guess what Buttman, we in Detroit love all our teams, and we shall prevail...despite your conniving and mischief!

But of the Tons of BS penalties being called,  they were only being called against Detroit whenever the Wings were getting the momentum.

What a fucking farce, it's so transparent that the NHL is pushing Sid The Kid as it's poster child that they're willing to sell out any shred of integrity that they had left.  That's right, I said HAD!

The douchebag official that tripped up Hudler, who highsticked a Penguin (because he was tripped by said referee)who was being beat going against Hudler for the puck, allowing the 4:00 major penalty costing the Wings the Game, actually had the balls to call it on him.  He's on the conspiracy watchlist for sure.


So Fuck you Bettman, you are a fucking asshole!! Maybe the ratings would be better if you didn't pit the NHL Finals vs the NBA's Eastern Conference Finals (which the Detroit Pistons were in) and show what a fucking moron you are!!!  Betcha you didn't think of that, did you asshole?

Pittsburgh got away with a ton of clutching, high sticking, and slashing the entire game.  So before the Schlitzburgh fans say the amount of penalties called was the same, think about the "timing, nature of, and ridiculousness" of said penatlties called against the Wings AND how many were obviously "missed" against your tired-ass, clutching from being out of gas, flipping mad slasher penguin atrocities to the name of the sport.

Any involved in this conspiracy or those who would deny it exists, well you can suckle my Irish taint!

Goodnight. What a waste of my time to watch the Wings get fucked by Bettman's wet dream of how the NHL should be scripted, I mean be...

My Grandmother on my Mom's side of the family passed away in her home yesterday.  No finer woman have I ever known.  Nary a disparaging word about anyone did she ever speak.  I've never heard her swear or even raise her voice. She was married to a decent man for nearly 50 years before he passed, and she never even considered looking for another one.  She was a rare gem, from a completely different era.  Always upbeat, positive, and warm, she maintained a wonderful personality and wit, right up until the past few weeks.

If you've ever lived in Eastpointe, or even driven on 9 Mile between Gratiot and Kelly, you would have seen her walking to St Basil's Church on Sundays, or to the corner store for groceries, or just walking because she loved to.  She valued her independance and even until this past month when she elected hospice over continuing on her meds, she was a strong willed woman, reluctant to ask for anything.

A God fearing, benevolent soul was she.  A kind, yet strong woman, who was the backbone of a large family, one that she held together through thick and thin.  You see, my Grandma survived The Great Depression as a young woman in the farmland drought stricken plains in South Dakota from her birth until 1944, when she left all of her family behind, to follow her husband to Detroit, for the promise of good wages and a better quality of life for her growing family (just my Grandpa Tom, my Mom, and my uncle Mike, at the time).

Grandpa was a hardworking man, but one who was an alcoholic, and she raised seven great kids, from 1941 until her death, she was always being a mother (once again, to seven kids), grandmother (12), and a great-grandmother (6).  She was a source of consistant love, encouragement, wisdom, strength, kindness, and compassion to all that she knew, and knew her.

My Grandma was predeceased by all her siblings, her husband, and my Mom.  She now rightfully will be rejoining them all in Heaven.  Yeah, I believe in Heaven, for a person this devout and deserving, there must be one.

Rest In Peace now Grandma, you've more than earned it and you will be missed.

PS: Grandma passed 22 years to the day that my Grandpa died. Coincidence? I think not.

                                            MEMO

TO:       Mother Nature
FROM: Reverend Good
RE:       W. T. F .????? 

Dear Mother effin' Nature,

As I awoke to the anticipation of a glorious Spring day, crafted by your beautiful , nurturing, loving, and benign hands...I was taken aback by the snow flurries that greeted me. I want to make a few things abundantly clear:

A) April Fool's was two weeks ago, so stop with the "funny stuff."

B) Snow in mid april is funnier if followed by weeks on end of ample sunshine and warmth.

C) Baseball season, tennis season, golf season, softball season, and track season for the kids are already in progress?  Do you really want to subject them to this?  See em pullin hammies and catching pnuemonia left and right? Or do you, ya evil wench?

D) My yard already is a mess, by delaying my ability o seed it, you whore, you are wrecking mine, and millions of others gardening and lawn care plans.

So listen up, you skanky heartless bitch, go blow Old Man Winter already so he'll stop a'callin', will ya?  You know once he's shot his load, he'll sleep it off fo at least six months.  And being from Michigan, that's all I can ask for!

Thanks (for nothing so far),

The Reverend Good

Brenda and I were married on Saturday, March 15th.  We elected to do a small private ceremony for the wedding for a handful of reasons that I won’t get into here.  Outside of our immediate family, very, very few people were in attendance.  This was due mainly to the fact that we did it in our new house.  It was a living room ceremony, to be more exact.  In a 22’ x 12’ space.

When we moved up the date, it raised a ton of questions and: A) No she’s not pregnant,

B) no she’s not marrying me for a visa(she is a US Citizen already), or

C) for my money (LOLOLOLOLOLOL)...

She just wanted to marry me for my sweet personality, good looks (that’s her talking here, not me, LOL), my outlook on life, our similar philosophies about the world, and my great sense of humor.  Those reasons are why we fit together perfectly...we totally "get each other."  In every possible way.

I couldn’t see myself marrying anyone more beautiful, strong, kind, caring, generous, spontaneous, fun-loving, smart, wise, talented, or compassionate.  I hit the freakin’ jackpot this time.  In my entire life (and I’m kinda old, so I know what I’m talking about) I never would’ve thought I could be so lucky.

When YOU find that one special someone who "does it for you on every level" you’d better grab onto him/her with both hands and hold on for dear life.  Because that, my friends, is what happiness is all about.

Now for those of you that know me, and expected a HUGE deal, you’ll not be disappointed.  You will be seeing that down the road in just a lil’ bit.  Invitations for "The Shindig of the Season" will be going out within the month for our belated reception.  If you feel you’ve impacted our lives in a positive way, you should expect an invitation. 

If not, why in the Hell would you think you’d be invited?  Life isn’t a popularity contest.  If it was a popularity contest, I’d most certainly have failed it by now as I don’t conform, kiss ass, nor am willing to sell out my integrity.  It’s cost me plenty in the past, to hold onto my standards, but at least I have them.  And that’s worth more than a few dollars or fleeting fun-fame-popularity.

There are a few pics in my photo album.  Go and enjoy them if you want to.

Peace and Love,

The Reverend Good