Fireworks

Fireworks, Fireworks, and more Fireworks.
I love fireworks.
I love all ten of my fingers.
Fireworks, I love you.

Happy birthday America
Tim

Scobbie

We have another rescue pet. He is a Beagle and Dachshund mix.
They are called a Doxle.
He is quite the character. Fits in with the other 3 just fine.

I wanted to call him Mandingo, but Ana said no to that.
We named him Scoobie.
Scoobie Doobie Doo if you will.
He won't eat the treats like the others, he will scoff at a rawhide or a dog bone. He does enjoy carrots, celery, lettuces and adores tomatoes.

Ted went to the U of Miami camp last week and they moved him up to the seniors and then with the 5 star recruits. Afterwards the O line coach Art Kohoe took time to walk over to us and tell us Ted is a beast and he is what they are looking for.
Oh Yea.

He also finished FSU camp this week and is in Atlanta for the NCU ultimate 100 southeast camp.
When he gets home he will be tired but will be back at it the next few weeks.
Good luck Ted, keep up the hard work.
He has a goal.

Struttin,
Tim

It Feels Like Spring

What a wonderful weekend.
Enjoy, before it changes.

Charlie in his happy place,
You'll see
Tim

Louie

Rest in peace kind, kind brother.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVacWTja84U



I wanna say to my sisters and my brothers
Keep the faith,
When the storm flies and the wind blows
Go on at a steady pace,
When the battle is fought and the victory is won
We call all shout together,
"We have overcome!"
We'll talk to the Father and the Son
When we make it to the Promised Land.

Walk together little children,
You don't ever have to worry,
Through this world of trouble
We gotta love one another,
Let's take our fellow man by the hand
Try to help him to understand
We will all be together for ever and ever
When we make it to the promised land.

Our Bible reads,
"Thou shall not be afraid
Of the terror by night
Nor the arrow that flies by day,
Nor for the pestilence
That walketh in the darkness,
Nor for the destruction
That waiteth in the noonday hour."

This world is not our own,
We're only passing through,
Our treasure's all laid up
Way beyond the blue,
Let's do the very best that we can
While we're traveling through this land
We can all be together,
Shakin' our hair,
When we make it the Promised Land.

Children, we can
Make it to the Promised Land, (repeat a bunch of times)
We can all be together
For ever and ever
When we make it to the Promised Land.

Embrace every day,
Tim

Sin City

We saw some things this weekend we would rather not discuss here on my family oriented blog page. I do remember Las Vegas tried to be a "family oriented" vacation spot a few years ago. It seems those plans went by the wayside somewhere along the way.

Also a little tip to you younger folks with infants and small, small children. A casino at 3am is not a place for your child. Go to your room and get some sleep, everyone will appreciate it.

Here is the High Roller, the newest attraction in town. $25 daytime $35 nightime for a 40 minute ride.
This is the view out of our 1st room at Harrah's.
Yea the first room.
We had multiple, and major A/C issues with that room.
Funny huh? A/C issues.
I went to the front desk, after 36 hours in a room with 4 service calls, about 3 hours of sleep, and  an attempt of moving us to a filthy, smelly "up-grade".
I kinda freaked out on Jay at the front desk.  He promised me he would take care of us.
We ended up with a 2 room suite, it had 4 tv's with one built into the bathroom mirror, a 4 person hot tub, and it even had a phone next to the toilet. It was on the 20th floor overlooking the strip. The view at night was awesome.

As you probably know we went out west to see some shows. They were in the brand new Brooklyn Bowl LV. They spent over $10 million on the audio and video in the place and you can definitely see and hear it too.
Fridays show was good and all the friends started to feel each other out, and by the time Sunday came around it was a train running full steam ahead with no end in sight.
Minglewood, with sit in guitarist  Ross  James was off the chain. He sneaked in from behind the curtain, strapped on his guitar and blew it up. The crowd was in awe and shell shocked when he took his bow and slinked back into the darkness of back stage. That one song alone was worth the whole effort of the weekend.

So thank you to Harrah's, Phil, Brooklyn Bowl, and Ana for a real real good time.
Always remember our love for you will not fade away.


20 minutes or less,
Tim

The Word On The Street

Tim and his crew worked well together and didn't waste any time while installing, even though temperatures were in the 90's that day. Very professional and knowledgeable.

John and Linda L.


Very professional and fast service. Very happy with their work.

Denise R.



Loved everything about Grateful Air Conditioning. Such a clean professional job.

Kelly and Paul N.


Great installation and service. Thank you very much.

Jeff H.


Everything was great from the first step in the door to the last sweep of the broom, everything and I do mean everything was top notch.

Loraine S.

I guess the word is out that we know our business and do a good job. People know what they want and we do deliver at GAC. Pass the word on that if you want quality work in Martin County there is only one place to call.
For a good time, call    283-7222

Buckle up kids it's going to be a good weekend!
Tim

No Time For The Past

Come on brothers, join the band
Come on sisters, clap your hands
Tell everybody that’s in the land
You ain’t a-gonna grieve no more

 Brown and blue and white and black
All one color on the one-way track
We got this far and ain’t a-goin’ back
And I ain’t a-gonna grieve no more

 We’re gonna notify your next of kin
You’re gonna raise the roof until the house falls in
If you get knocked down get up again
We ain’t a-gonna grieve no more

 We’ll sing this song all night long
Sing it to my baby from midnight on
She’ll sing it to you when I’m dead and gone
Ain’t a-gonna grieve no more

Well, I ain’t a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain’t a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain’t a-gonna grieve no more, no more
I ain’t a-gonna grieve no more

Tim