tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:/posts > 140 Characters (aka NickSilly's blog) 2017-12-03T00:13:40Z Nick Druga tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1210547 2017-12-03T00:13:39Z 2017-12-03T00:13:40Z Frozen Margarita trick to avoid brain freeze
I prefer my margs on the rocks but if you’re forced into frozen ones like Taco Cabana makes u do when you just want a quick cheap buzz on a Saturday night, I figured out a way you can beat the inevitable “brain freeze”. 

It’s not the easiest thing to do in the world and especially if you have sensitive teeth, but what you do is just hold the frozen beverage in your mouth for as long as you can stand it before swallowing. This technique effectively warms it up enough to do the trick. 

Btw, you can’t beat the $3 happy hour margs at Taco Cabana EVERY day from 3-7. 

Stay thirsty mis amigos!
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1203933 2017-11-07T22:21:57Z 2017-11-07T22:21:58Z MySQL function to separate out first and last name from a column of full names
I wrote a pretty nice MySQL function to separate out first and last names if you just have a column of full names. Figured I'd share:

SELECT SUBSTRING_INDEX( customer_name, ' ', 1 ) AS FirstName, if( SUBSTRING_INDEX( customer_name, ' ', -1 ) LIKE "%jr%", SUBSTRING_INDEX( customer_name, ' ', -2 ) , if( SUBSTRING_INDEX( trim( customer_name ) , ' ', -1 ) = SUBSTRING_INDEX( trim( customer_name ) , ' ', 1 ) , '', SUBSTRING_INDEX( trim( customer_name ) , ' ', -1 ) ) ) AS LastName
FROM `customer`
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1181168 2017-08-06T23:28:06Z 2017-08-06T23:28:07Z How Sweet Baby Rays saved roast beef for me
I'm not much for roast beef. Dad loves it, though, so I was forced to eat a lot of roast beef when I was a kid or go hungry. 

When I got old enough to make my own decisions, I would respectfully decline dinner invitations if roast beef was on the menu. 

But then along came Sweet Baby Rays BBQ sauce and NOW all I have to do is drown the roast beef in SBR and transform it from bland (imo) to delicious! 😋 

Here ends my commercial for Sweet Baby Rays that will earn me 0 dollars. 

Thanks for reading and have a great rest of 2017! Go, Cowboys! 🤠 
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1173083 2017-07-13T09:18:50Z 2017-07-14T00:50:38Z Conversations with strippers
Pamela: "I like to gamble and drink beer."

Nick: "I like to play poker, drink beer and watch Winnie the Pooh!"

Pamela: "I LOVE Winnie the Pooh! I played Eeyore at Disneyland one summer!"

Nick: "lol, No way! Do your best Eeyore right now!"

Pamela (as Eeyore): "Well, I guess I coulda done somethin better with my life than become a stripper."
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1171227 2017-07-07T04:15:41Z 2017-07-07T04:15:42Z Minion Bar
This is just a test to see how my blog handles vids attached to emails. Also minions! 😂
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1171119 2017-07-06T21:06:19Z 2017-07-06T21:06:19Z Clouds are cool
July 6, 2017. 

Here's some pics I took of clouds on my way back from visiting relatives in Kentucky. Clouds are cool. 
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1169994 2017-07-03T13:23:20Z 2017-07-03T13:26:00Z #RelationshipFail
Remember that pretty blonde I met last Friday night? The one to which I delivered the cheesy pick-up line?

Well, I put my stalker hat on the next day and Googled and found out who she was. I thought "hey maybe there was a connection there, maybe she likes me, she DID ask me to hang with her when I could have bolted with the fam" so I followed her on a couple of her social media pages which isn't creepy at all.

Short story shorter, today I woke up to find she blocked me on Twitter. lol. So there's your answer to that.

My "men's intuition" was completely off on that one. Again.

But always one to take a positive away from a negative, I learned that I still enjoy going out and having a good time with fun chicks and I should probably put myself out there more often. Who knows, maybe the next girl will stalk ME on Twitter. (I won't block her, I'll just politely let her know that I'd rather she follow right behind me IN REAL LIFE at all times. ha.)

Have a GREAT Monday!
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1169491 2017-07-01T18:24:30Z 2017-07-03T13:30:44Z The pick up line
I have zero "game" when it comes to picking up women but that fact doesn't really deter me from being great if a situation presents itself like it did last night.

I was sitting at a random bar on Bardstown road in Louisville, Kentucky when this crazy beautiful blonde sat next to me. Immediately I assumed she was a prostitute so I minded my own business but she was desperate to talk and get drunk so at some point it was impossible to ignore her.

Once we got to talking for a minute I fell in love with her which is probably a character flaw but who cares. I don't know what the conversation was about or where it was going but at some point I said "I didn't know I'd be sitting next to the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life."

Even while the words were coming out of my mouth I was thinking "you are NOT actually going to say this to this person" even if you're half sincere about it.

Melissa (which I believe is her REAL name) reacted as she should have by almost leaving. Who could blame her after hearing the cheesiest line she's maybe ever heard in her life delivered by some old Texan she just met who just had a shot of Don Julio tequila and who could be her father.

Strange as it may seem, though, she stuck around.

I don't know if Melissa will ever read this story but if she does I'd like her to know that as cheesy as that line was I'm even cheesier when I'm NOT drunk and I'm also a VERY accomplished stalker (her middle name is Marie) so you better get a restraining order FAST!


(sometimes I write stuff just to amuse myself)

What I'm taking out of my Louisville bar experience from last night is that this is a nice, fun town with nice, fun people and I LOVE that the bars stay open until 4 am and thank the LORD Dallas bars DO NOT stay open until 4 am.

Thank you to the 3 people who will read this. I love y'all!
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1150663 2017-05-01T06:25:31Z 2017-05-01T06:25:32Z Happy May! I don't blog much but it's midnight and too early to really start my Monday so I figured I'd just tell you a story. 

Once upon a time there was a duck  🦆. By the way, during the course of this story I'll use all of the suggested emojis whenever my iPhone 📱 shows one. It'll make the story more fun. Idk 😐 if they'll show up in the blog post or not but I guess we'll see 👀.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the duck 🦆 I've decided to change the beginning of this story. 

Once upon a time there was a long race 🏁.

It was so long that nobody actually ever finished. But people really loved the race 🏁. People watched with great 👍 interest every day. 

One ☝️ day General Felt fell. It was feared he may have to withdraw from the race 🏁 but luckily his fall was broken some by Mr. Delicious 😋 so he was able to continue. Also General Felt and Mr. Delicious 😋 are gay. 

Over time the race 🏁 began to become less intense than a fondue party 🎉. So people started to become disinterested. Even Mr. Delicious 😋 wasn't interested in the race 🏁 and he was IN it. 

After Mr. Delicious 😋 withdrew from the race 🏁 he started a game show called "What Are You?"  It was a gigantic hit. He was so happy 😁 his game show made it big he bought a Lexus for his boyfriend Trey. 

Trey met Mr. Delicious 😋 while he was on holiday in Venice. Mr. Delicious 😋 ran off a bridge and Trey jumped in the icy ❄️ water and saved him. Another woman also jumped in the icy ❄️ water but she died. 

The train 🚂 left later that day for Holland. Malcolm didn't understand anything about what had happened with Jill but he knew that if she wanted her purse 👛 she would have to follow him. Just before he boarded the train 🚂 with Jill's purse 👛 a monkey 🐒 attacked him. Malcolm tried to hang onto the purse 👛 during the attack but the monkey 🐒 was too fast. He snatched the purse 👛 and was on top of the train 🚂 making nasty 😷 signs and monkey 🐒 noises at Malcolm before you could say "peppermint."

Malcolm and Jill helplessly watched the monkey 🐒 disappear into the distance. Jill didnt know what to do without her purse 👛 so she began to make monkey 🐒 gestures and noises. Malcolm didn't know what to do either so he broke out his fiddle and played The Devil Went Down To Georgia 🇬🇪.

The next day Malcolm was a contestant on "What Are You?"  Nobody could guess that Malcolm was a fiddler purse 👛 theif so he won. He used the prize money 💰 to buy Jill a new purse 👛 with 26 packs of gum inside. Jill was so happy 😁 she shit herself. 

The End. 
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1132531 2017-02-19T13:09:24Z 2017-05-03T22:15:42Z Lemme tell ya a story about chicken. For lunch last Wednesday I had leftover chicken. It wasn't bad. 

Later that same evening a woman who is known as Killer Kim (a cool, beautiful friend of my brother-in-law Jason) delivered a wonderful chicken parmigiana dinner from Maggiano's. Yum!  (but that's chicken for lunch and dinner now..)

The next day Thursday was Slim Chickens #JayFayDay so for lunch I had a chicken sandwich. It was delicious! 

That Thursday night it was still #JayFayDay so I went back to Slim Chickens and had hot wings. They were awesome!


Phew! That's a LOT of chicken in a 48-hours span. 

The next day my business partner wanted to go to lunch and I was like "anything but chicken." 
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1128840 2017-02-05T19:43:31Z 2017-02-05T19:46:37Z Using Valentine's Day to handle your woman during March Madness
March Madness is imminent. It can stress a relationship. Here's how you can use Valentine's Day to keep your girl from leaving you because, in her words, "obviously college basketball is more important than me!"

First of all, it TOTALLY depends on what kinda woman you have..

Type A: A girl that's into March Madness and is as excited as YOU are to watch the tournament.

Congratulations! You don't need to do much on Valentine's Day for this type of girl because she's all like "what a dumb holiday, don't get me flowers, how lame." But what you DO have to do with this type of girl is at least fain some interest in the teams she's rooting for during March Madness. If you don't do at least that, you're in for a hard time. This type of girl will go as far as denying you sex for rooting against her teams. That's the last thing you want so just acquiesce and continue to enjoy a healthy sex life.

Type B: A girl that could care less about March Madness.

You need to spoil the FUCK outta this type of girl on Valentine's Day. Flowers, chocolates.. Ask a gay dude what he would do to make it the most romantic Valentine's Day for his man. His worst 20 ideas will be better than anything you could come up with. Choose one, do it, and then MAYBE she won't be a bitch when you're completely ignoring her during the tournament. If she starts squawking when you're trying to watch a game you can just be like "Did you NOT have a wonderful Valentine's Day?" She won't be able to deny it.

Type C: A girl that understands your sports obsession but just kinda likes to root for the underdogs.

This girl is closer to the type B girl than type A in that she doesn't really "get it." However, she totally LOVES you so it doesn't bother her that you're so into March Madness. She even enjoys watching some of the games with you because she just loves seeing you so passionate about something. You don't need to spoil her as hard as you would a type B girl on Valentine's but you need to do something. Flowers and/or chocolate is okay but her priority is quality time with you so take her out, make her feel special. Be creative and do something a little different than the normal "date night." This should be more than enough to not have to worry about her leaving your dumb ass.

At the end of the day, be thankful that you have ANY type of girl because you don't deserve her. But you already know that. :-D
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1127593 2017-01-31T14:45:51Z 2017-02-01T06:37:27Z Miracle Monday's With Michelle Yesterday morning I was excited to watch the 2nd episode of "Monday's With Michelle", my sister's Facebook live show that used to be "Mornings With Michelle" until last Thanksgiving Day when mornings changed. 

But then the morning passed yesterday and no show. "No big deal", I thought. She'll just get to it a little later.

But then the afternoon passed and still no show.  

At that point I have to admit I was a little disappointed. Last Monday she indicated on her first show back that she would try to do at least one show per week. But of course with everything she is going through with her daughter JayFay it's completely understandable that doing a live Facebook show is the least of her priorities. 

I saw her briefly twice yesterday and thought about telling her that I missed her show today but of course I'm not going to ever say anything about it. Instead I just let her know that yet another beautifully kind sole left a gift bag outside the door of her house that appeared to contain some thoughtful items in support of the continued healing of my niece. #prayforjayfay (As Forrest Gump would say "It's a household prayer.") We were at my parent's house at the time and she said "oh thanks, I'll stop by and pick it up on the way back downtown."

Then something wonderful happened. 

An hour or so later I brought up Facebook and there was my lovely sister doing a "Monday's With Michelle"! (the evening version). Hooray!! And from her OWN house just like the old days! It was SO beautiful to watch and her message was just as inspirational as always and it just made me SO happy! She even showed an item from out of the gift bag I told her about. How cool! 

So shout out to sis for not leaving your bro hangin and coming through with a Monday's With Michelle show after all. It was a GREAT one! Full of JOY! :-) Have a joy-filled rest of the week. I love you!!! 

And to everyone who spent time reading this joy to you and I ❤️ YOU too! 

Peace ✌️ 

ps. the pic at the top of this post are her "show notes." Cool, huh? 

Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1118142 2016-12-25T17:22:11Z 2016-12-26T03:56:10Z A Christmas letter to my niece in the hospital

​Dear Jayden-Faith,

What's up, yo? Merry Christmas​ and Mili's birthday! ​Here's a cute pic of you holding her. JayFay and EmRae. She's your fave!

It's been ​743​  hours ​(31 days!) ​since you were in an horrific car accident on Thanksgiving Day and cracked your skull and almost died. 

I choose those specific words on purpose because recently your recovery has not been progressing as fast as many would like and it's SO hard to have patience. We just want our JayFay back!

But what we all have to remember is that you ARE recovering. You're not dead. Your sweet mama reminded me of that fact yesterday in another tear-jerking Facebook Live video update on your condition.

You'll never believe what a pillar of strength and inspiration she's been through all this. Nobody believes it. But you know what I think? I think a lot of her strength comes from you. You have an amazing inner strength that you project to everyone the more they're around you. So it makes sense that the person who would be the strongest is the one who's around you the most, your best friend and mom, Michelle.

She loves you SO much she's been right by your side EVERY day and night since the accident, only leaving the hospital ONE TIME to get some girly stuff done (like hair, etc.) and have dinner with Jace. Pretty amazing, huh?

Anyway, it's Christmas Day and I just wanted to let you know I'm thinking of you all the time and I talked to Santa and he said he got you all kinds a cool stuff. Nice! Here's a pic of you a couple years ago talking to Santa. Awww.. 

That was back when you used to still let me call you sissy. lol. Remember when I called you "sissy" the other day and then corrected myself and said you probably don't want to be called that baby nickname the family have had for you anymore? You said "it's okay, you can call me sissy." :-) I thought that was so sweet. 

Get better and have a wonderful Christmas day, sweet angel. I love you!

- Uncle Nick

ps. I may or may not have tried to get the #prayforjayfay message to the REAL Katy Perry via Twitter. I said that's one of the things that I pray for when I pray for you is that you might get to meet her one day. I saw where she visited Children's Medical Center in L.A. over the Christmas holiday so why not Dallas too, right? Nice!

Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1117942 2016-12-24T18:51:42Z 2016-12-24T18:51:42Z My ideal woman according to the dream I had last night is...
... a beautiful brunette cheerleader originally from southern England cheering for an Indian soccer team on a cruise ship (apparently large enough to host international soccer matches) whose real job when she's on land is working as a chef at a cozy but upscale restaurant tucked in a far back corner of a large Atlantic City casino. Hailing from England originally, she has lived in New York most of her life, therefore speaks in a mostly New York accent with English undertones.

She's on the outs with her girlfriend and described the relationship as being "dodgy" for some time.  In fact, she actually sent her $2000 to help pay for her to move out of the apartment they share back in NYC. She claims this breakup had nothing to do with meeting me but admits that her attraction to me is probably the straw that broke the camel's back.

I'm not really concerned with how this all plays out in the end mainly because the whole story is a product of my over-active imagination.

What a great dream, though! :-D

Basic "dream analysis" of this would lead one to believe that I have a thing for brunette bisexual European women who can dance and cook and while that's pretty much spot on, I would also consider other hair colors as well. :-P
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1114551 2016-12-11T14:31:54Z 2016-12-11T17:27:32Z Letter number 2 to my niece in the hospital

Dear Jayden-Faith,

It's been 405 hours since mom called and told me the news about how y'all had a wreck on Thanksgiving Day and YOU (of all people) got the worst of it. Man, that sucks so bad...

Oh, wait, I left my #prayforjayfay wristband upstairs. I'll go put it on. I can't very well write a letter to you in the hospital without wearing my cool unicorn wristband, right? Duh.

Okay, I've got it on now. Phew! Canela followed me upstairs when I went up to get it (of course). She's so sweet! I heart taking care of your sweet puppies! (Even though neither one are really puppies anymore but they're still sweet). Here's a pic of Canela I took the other night with what I believe to be her favorite toy..

One thing I don't hate about this whole ordeal is babysitting your sweet family dogs. It took Rusty a minute to warm up to me but he's coming around I think. It's SO funny, he just WILL NOT go outside with me and Canela. But even though he won't go outside he still wants a treat when we get back in. LOL! "Oh, alright, here's your treat but you didn't do ANYTHING to deserve it." :-D

Even with the dogs keeping me company, this house needs its family back to make it a home. We'll all be happy when it's back to its normal hustle and bustle.

Hey, guess what? You got your braces off yesterday! Nice. When I was much younger I remember I had a girlfriend who was SO excited to show me when she got her braces off. I was TOO because it was easier to kiss her. haha. You probably think kissing boys is gross NOW but you won't one day. Your dad will NEVER want you to kiss a boy but if you ever feel like you want to it's okay to give it a try. Just don't let ALL of them kiss you. You're awesome enough to be WAY selective.

I've visited you twice now while you've been in the ICU. ICU stands for Intensive Care Unit. The funny thing about that is that you have ALWAYS received intensive care from your mom and dad and family. NOW you're just getting it from people outside of the family, too. That's pretty cool, dude. 

At the moment they're in a process of bringing you out of a medically induced coma. When you come to and know what's going on my friend Katie wants to know if you can remember anything while you were in the coma. This is really interesting to people. Not a lot of people know people who have been in a coma so they're curious about what it's like. I saw a YouTube vid of a girl that described what it's like to be in a coma. You should make a vid like that too later. Here's her vid:

I'm probably going to go visit you for the third time today. The first time I went was pretty soon after the wreck and people were warning me that it wasn't a pretty sight. But when I went into your room you just looked like the most beautiful sleeping angel to me. I honestly didn't think you looked that bad. Then the 2nd time you looked even better! We pretended like we were sending snaps back and forth and took a selfie. lol. I expect this time you'll look even better still. You're one amazing girl. I think the reason you're healing up so fast is because you want to be back doing stuff and having fun and not cooped up in a dumb hospital. We do too, yo! Who ELSE sends me silly and way cool snaps?

Check out this cool collage your mom posted of you smiling. 

Smiling is the BEST! I smile all the time and my FB profile even says I smile a lot and laugh more. Of course you know that because we only have like a thousand selfies together of us happy and smiling and being goofy. Speaking of which, I've taken a few selfies of us even while you've been "sleeping". We can laugh about them later.

Hey, here's a secret I wanna share with you. People are praying for you who don't normally pray for nothin. Isn't that cool? I know this for a fact because I'm one of those people. Shhhh! Don't tell your mom that, she's a ginormous prayer. Sometimes I just let the wristband pray for me. It's praying 24/7! :-D I even started the #pray4jayfay hashtag but it got overtaken by #prayforjayfay. People don't realize the significance of the number 4 in your life but that's okay. 

Check it out, though:

You were born in 2004. You family has 4 members. You have 4 pets. One of your favorite games to play is Connect 4. AND if someone asks you if you want a mint, you say you want 4! lol. I think we found your new favorite number. :-) Can you think of any MORE stuff in your life where 4 comes in? I bet you can. (he said, channeling Mr. Rogers.)

In the grand scheme of things, hashtags are way not important, though. Unicorns are! And man, are you gonna be happy when you're fully conscious again and see just HOW many unicorns are waiting for you. Unicorns EVERYWHERE, man! It's unicorn city! You can totally make another unicorn movie later that will be even MORE awesome than the first one because NOW you have a ton MORE unicorns to use. I can't wait to watch it!

Okay, I guess that's about all I have for now. Heal up, feel better, and we'll be goofin around again soon!

Uncle Nick

Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1113128 2016-12-05T19:47:52Z 2016-12-06T00:26:32Z Let's thank the real life honest to goodness living, breathing people too!
While everyone is praying and thanking God for the recovery of my niece I thought I'd take a moment to thank all the actual real life human people that have worked their asses off to help her as best they know how.

The awesome ambulance driver and EMT's at the "Gator Pit" (aka Fire Station #3 in Deep Ellum)..
Dr. Scott in Children's Medical ER who resuscitated JayFay upon arrival and was a kind and nurturing rock for my sister Michelle who told me she really needed in her corner that day..

 Dr. Miles and Nurses Kenzie, Nicole, and Mandy at Children's Medical ICU.

And if I missed anyone, THANK YOU TOO!! 

If y'all ever feel like you work in thankless jobs, from the bottom of my heart I'd like to say again THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, and one gigantic THANK YOU from all the people who haven't thanked you in the past!!!

God saved the queen but these actual people saved my beautiful niece. 

And for that we're all truly grateful!

Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1112469 2016-12-02T13:25:27Z 2016-12-08T15:52:21Z What makes Jayden-Faith so special?
If I were an outsider looking in at this whole "little girl in a coma" and seeing the thousands of people praying for her, news stories, hashtags, candlelight vigils, whole schools wearing purple for a day in support of her, etc. I might start to think to myself "what makes THIS little girl so special?"

Well, as her uncle who has watched her grow up over the years and developed a unique bond with her I can tell you it's the love she pours out on everyone she meets. She's never met a stranger and she tries her best to show the world how much she cares for each and every person in her life every day.

I turned 50 recently and one would think a 50-year old man wouldn't need a 12-year old niece to make him feel better when he's feeling down but JayFay does it all the time. And ironically, she does it by being crazy and silly and acting just like her Uncle Nick.

It's hard to describe the joy I feel when I see another Snapchat come in from her mom's phone which JayFay uses to send her Uncle Nick funny snaps since she's not quite old enough to have her own account yet. It's like she just KNOWS when I need a little pick-me-up in my day and sends me a snap to make me feel better.

And I'm not the only one. She does this for everyone. Putting the needs of others before your own is not something most people inherently do but it just comes naturally to Jayden-Faith. Well, naturally as well as having the best parents in the world guiding her.

So there you have it. That's what makes Jayden-Faith the most specialist girl in the whole wide world. Thank you for your continued prayers in her time of need. #pray4jayfay #prayforjayfay :-)

Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1112148 2016-12-01T13:35:48Z 2016-12-01T14:02:24Z Jayden-Faith is 12 1/2 today! Happy half-birthday, JayFay!
Last year I talked to JayFay about having a half-birthday party for her when she turned 11 1/2. She was excited about it as she is about all things. If you know Jayden-Faith you know it's her birthday EVERY DAY as far as she's concerned.

But when the time rolled around to actually go through with the fun half-birthday party, we both got busy and it just didn't materialize. I could have done more to make it happen but I didn't. :-( Bad uncle!

True to Jayden-Faith form, though, she didn't complain or even mention anything about us not celebrating her half-birthday. Luckily for me, she's a VERY busy girl. Well, okay, she DID mention it once after the fact but it was just in a joking matter and not to make me feel bad.

So here we are, a year later and I invite the whole world to celebrate her 12 1/2 birthday with us. I know she's throwing a big party for herself in her mind. It's a wonderful party outside in the sun with all her family and friends dancing and Katy Perry singing surrounded by a hundred flying unicorns. 

Imagine with me all those unicorns flying in formation to spell out #Pray4JayFay

Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1111620 2016-11-29T11:19:51Z 2016-12-11T13:02:58Z A letter to my niece in the hospital.
Dear Jayden-Faith,

It's been 113 hours now since I received the worst call of my life from Nana telling me that you were in a terrible car accident and suffered a fractured skull.

I hope that you never have to hear a distraught, worried sick, crying Nana trying her best to relate sad news to you because it's not fun. You are both angels and angels are supposed to always bring constant joy to all those that surround them.

Even in the states you are in now you two are still bringing joy to the world because you are both precious and strong and determined to make it through this. When I talk to Nana now I can still hear the sadness in her voice but at the same time I can also hear strength. It's as if she has spoken to God and he has assured her that you are going to be fine and when she speaks to people to relay this to them in some way. She may not even be aware she is having such a calming effect on all those so concerned about your well being but she is.

After dinner with Marie two nights ago we stopped by a convenience store and bought a $5 lottery scratch off. When we got home we tried to have just a normal night like we usually do but "normal" these days is pretty much thinking about and praying for you to get better. At least it is for me. We even forgot we even bought the lottery ticket.

Yesterday we remembered we had it and Marie wanted to use a special coin with your birthday year on it to scratch it off. She found one, we scratched it off together, and needless to say it was a winner. It wasn't a big winner but if I've learned anything in the recent past it's that small wins are still wins and they add up in time.

The moral to the story is that everything is on your side. The best doctors in the world. The prayers of thousands. A solid endlessly hopeful family unit. Your own fortitude and will. And even some luck.

A beautiful, sweet, gifted, silly, fun, lucky angel. That's the Jayden-Faith Fraser I know and will be joking around with again very soon. I love you.

Uncle Nick

Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1092810 2016-09-23T17:22:11Z 2016-09-23T17:22:11Z Warning/suggestion to future programmers of URPOs (Unarmed Robotic Police Officers) Make SURE you don't include in URPO programming the ability and/or propensity to USE the weaponry they seize from criminals against them (or any other human for that matter) because while an URPO is a good thing an ARPO is an extremely dangerous thing potentially. 

In the beginning an uneducated society may blame URPOs that wrestle guns away from perpetrators for then killing said perps but there will never be any video evidence (taken by the URPO themselves) to support such claims. Besides the fact that they have no motivation to kill because A, it's not in their programming and B, guns don't do them any harm. 

Also I would design their outer surface to absorb rather than deflect bullets as much as possible. 
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1092764 2016-09-23T14:23:29Z 2016-09-23T14:23:30Z Thoughts on @JohnHMcWhorter's assertion that skepticism is a cornerstone of intelligent thought
I'm listening to a book called "The Language Hoax" by linguistics professor John McWhorter wherein he says "skepticism is a form of intelligence." 

While I agree with McWhorter's assertion in general terms, I believe some take skepticism to a paranoid extreme. This may or may not be due to the aging process and senility creeping in but what I fear is that such assertions may lead people to want to become overly skeptical believing this proves they're "smarter than the average Joe" in some way.

Healthy skepticism is okay but being overly skeptical of every little thing is to bring upon oneself undue stress. Personally I don't feel the need to increase my level of skepticism just to prove I'm smarter than the next guy.

That said, the "skeptic" has never been my favorite personality type but having this new awareness will at least help me to have more respect for skeptical types heretofore.
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1089882 2016-09-14T03:40:25Z 2016-09-14T03:40:26Z Why the #Astros CF lost the mental game vs the #Rangers tonight. Setup: Top of the 9th. 2 outs. Rangers down by one run. Fast runner on 2nd. One more out wins the game for the Astros. 

As a championship amateur baseball center fielder I have some perspective on how to play this. 

What you have to be thinking in this situation is that even if you have a big arm you're probably not going to throw the runner out at the plate on a single up the middle even cheating in some (aka play a little shallower than normal.)

Therefore, your best bet is to play deep because if the batter muscles up and hits one over your head you're *really* screwed. Not only is the tie run going to score (which you were hoping to cut off by playing shallow), but the batter is going to have at LEAST a double and possibly a triple if they're a fast runner. 

This is exactly what happened to the Astros center fielder tonight and led to a Rangers win. Nice. 

But don't fret, Astros center fielder. In my youth I would have optimistically played it the same way. And this is why baseball, more than any other sport, requires extra smarts and makes it > all other sports. 
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1076666 2016-07-27T19:58:28Z 2016-08-09T21:11:57Z The whole Katherine Goldschmidt #winewednesday story If you follow any of my many social media feeds, you may glean only that I like this new (to me) Katherine Goldschmidt Cab. But there's more to the story that didn't fit into 140 characters.

The wine dude at Kroger (yes, they actually have sommeliers at Kroger but you have to go in the middle of a weekday) recommended this wine and said it "blows away Kendall Jackson. Now that's going a little far but I would say it's on par with KJ if not a little better. 

So I took a look at the bottle and saw that it's 14.5% alcohol content. If you don't know, that's at the top end. I said "14.5?!? Are you trying to get me drunk?!?" We had a good laugh and as I write this I'm not completely sober but if you think that deters from the writing process you've never read Moby Dick.

But I digress. 

The point is that Katherine Goldschmidt is an excellent Cabernet and it's no surprise it comes from winemaker Nick Goldschmidt since everyone knows that Nick is the best first name a male person (and even some female persons) can have. 

And that. As Paul Harvey would say. Is the rest of the story. 

(Editors Note: This post was a grammatical train wreck upon first draft. I fixed it for Nick but since I also AM Nick, there's no guarantee my edits improved its clarity. This is what happens when you allow just anyone (in any state) to have a blog.) :-D
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1068201 2016-06-29T12:21:02Z 2016-06-29T15:29:52Z Happy Birthday to my BESTEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD, Marie Allen!!!!
Today is Marie's birthday. Here's the "Cliff's Notes" version of the story of the night Nick met Marie. If you don't know what "Cliff's Notes" are, they're these shortened versions of long books we used to read in the 80's to get through assignments at school. I was too lazy to even use *those*, but from what I understand they were pretty invaluable. But anyway, onto our story..

One night a long time ago when I lived at "the orphanage" (as my house in Plano was called because of all the people that came in and out) I had a party (as was the case 24/7).

I made a rule that if you were a male and coming to the orphanage you were not allowed unless you brought at least one female. I was never a fan of the sausage-fest.

One night my friend Gerald called and wanted to come party at the house. I said no problem but you have to remember the rule about having at least one female in tow.

He followed the rule and actually brought TWO females. One of the females he brought was Marie.

Marie made quite an entrance. When she got there she was injured. She had been swimming at some pool previous to arriving and hurt her hand in some way. She was actually bleeding.

I wasn't prepared or in any kind of state to render first aid to someone just arriving at my house to party but my brother was Johnny on the spot with the first aid.

He fixed her up and she proceeded to drink and have a great time. We ended up hitting it off and all I remember is sitting in the bed talking ALL NIGHT. She had a LOT of stories and STILL does to this day.

But that's what I love about her. The stories. And her awesome laugh. She laughs a lot and that's pretty outstanding for a girl who has been through all that she has been through in her life. She's immediately lovable and I'm blessed to have her call me her "best friend". 

She calls me "HB" for Honey Bear and I call her "MB" for Mary Belle. 

Happy Birthday, MB! I love you!
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1064120 2016-06-16T15:35:01Z 2016-06-16T15:46:34Z The night I met Susan. A silly story. Amanda came to get me at my shitty downtown apartment and take me out. She was my sugar mama at the time. She called and said "c'mon, we're going out and I have a surprise for you!" 

Going for drinks with Amanda was a pretty regular deal but the surprise intrigued me. Was she finally gonna give it up? This I doubted. But you know, I'm a red-blooded male so that's where my mind goes pretty much all the time. 

So she takes me to some hole-in-the-wall bar I'd never been to and we order drinks. She's on the phone texting and not paying all that much attention to me which was nothing new. I just sat back and drank my beer and wondered what she was all giddy about. 

Then she excitedly got up and told me to do the same and then like out of nowhere there she was. Magnificent beauty and personality. Susan. I stood in awe. This was THE BEST surprise EVER! 

Amanda starting yapping at her at a speed at which no other human can approach to which she said "stop stop, lemme catch up!" We ordered more drinks which I'm sure included some shots and the night (shall we say) was afoot. 

What followed were drunken shenanigans that took us from bar to bar, one of which we almost got thrown out of because Susan and I played a game called "pretend you got roofied" which ended with Suze writhing around on the floor and me drooling in a chair. At the same time we were doing this Amanda was creeping out a server I knew that worked there by making not-so-subtle advances towards her. The whole scene was surreal. 

After we left that place BEFORE they threw us out we stopped by my shitty apartment so one or both girls could pee. On the way to the bathroom someone leaned on my VERY unstable workstation and the whole thing collapsed. It made a giant thud against the wall and startled my next door neighbor so much she almost called the police. 

So to quickly recap. At this point we've almost been tossed from a bar and almost had the police called on us. What a night!

Luckily the night ended on a calmer note at Susan's home where I ran into ANOTHER crazy awesome woman, Julie! 

We get there and I hadn't been there 2 minutes when Julie comes up to me and goes "OH MY GOD, NICK!!!" I was like "Do I know you?" She goes "YES!! I'M JULIE! YOU KNOW ME!!" I was like "I really don't think I do." But she was insistent. "YES YOU DO!! YOU KNOW ME!!" I was like "okay! It's SO wonderful to see you again for the first time!"

After that I'm pretty sure I drunkenly wandered around talking to this person and that person and probably some fish in Susan's back yard and then I came back inside and PTFO. 

Susan was a gracious hostess and came to check on me and kinda tuck me in and give me water. I'm pretty sure I demanded that Amanda come sleep with me to which Suze just rolled her eyes and said "Goodnight!"

The next thing I remember it was morning and I was in a strange bed in a strange house and not really sure where I was. But what I DID know was that I just had one of the best nights of my life and it was all because of one special woman. My sister from another mother. Susan. 

The end. 
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1061120 2016-06-08T08:53:16Z 2016-06-08T08:53:16Z Why every business needs a smart phone app. One word: Notifications. Everybody has a smart phone now and if you're lucky enough to get them to download your app they'll probably allow it to send them notifications. This is a gigantic opportunity for your business. 

The best example of smart notifications I get right now is when I'm in the vicinity of a car rental place and Avis notifies me of that fact. 

Now that I brainstorm it I wonder if the Google maps app has ever thought about selling "notification space". If I were a business with a physical location where I wanted people to visit I'd definitely buy this if Google was selling it. 

Okay, well I guess I gotta go to work for Google for a minute to launch our new Notifications program. If you have a business and you're interested contact me for a quote. 
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1057378 2016-05-30T06:00:35Z 2016-05-30T06:00:35Z Swiss vs "baby" Swiss So here's the deal with Swiss cheese. Regular Swiss is ALWAYS better than "baby" Swiss. Why? Because even though regular Swiss is "holier" (i.e. bigger holes) it has a better taste and the extra holes aren't going to cost more because a hole weighs zero. Plus when you put a piece of holier Swiss on a sandwich or whatever, you're consuming LESS cheese, which in the grand scheme of things is not a bad thing. 

On a completely unrelated note, I could really use more sex. Sorry, I'm just putting that out in the world because if I don't I may not ever have sex again. And that doesn't sound like any fun at all. 😬
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1054581 2016-05-23T05:54:53Z 2016-05-23T05:54:53Z Why I tolerate (and sometimes even like) country music It's all about the lyrics. 
"Well it might be the whiskey talkin, might be the wine. 
I think I found someone. 
I can settle down with."

Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1054355 2016-05-22T15:42:43Z 2016-05-22T15:42:43Z When I played shortstop.. When I played shortstop the opposing team tried to take me out at 2nd a hundred times. EVERY SINGLE TIME I did two things. I turned the double play. And I ran off the field. Rougned Odor did neither. But somehow he's a hero. Gimme a fucking break. If you wanna see someone land a REAL punch go watch early Mike Tyson fights. I'd like to see how Rougned would fare against him. 

"And there's the opening bell. Rougned Odor is a heavy under.. DOWN GOES ODOR!!" 
Nick Druga
tag:blog.nicksilly.com,2013:Post/1043475 2016-04-29T08:46:54Z 2016-04-29T12:59:02Z Cool green shirt talks about why he's hanging outside the closet. Hey, how's it going? Me? I'm good. Just hangin here. You might be wondering why I'm hanging outside the closet and not in it. Well, it's not because I've finally "come outta the closet" or anything like that. Lol. I mean I got nothing against other shirts that are swing that way, it's just not my thing, man. 

No, I'm out here because this isn't a "shirt" closet behind me. Hell, I don't even know exactly what's in there (it's not like I can open it) but I know it's not shirts. There's another closet where my owner Nick hangs his shirts. That's actually where I am most of the time. 

What it boils down to is laziness on Nick's part. He came home the other night slightly buzzed and saw the hanger on the door and didn't feel like putting me officially away yet. 

It's cool, though. I do alright by myself and I've been catching up with the dirty clothes hamper crowd. They're like "when's he gonna wash us?" And I'm like "your guess is as good as mine, y'all."

Anyway, that's why I'm hanging here. Cool green shirt out. Peace. 
Nick Druga