I really hate dollar vans

I was chillin' with some two boots Newman pizza last Sunday when I get a call from my mom. She was hanging out with her new grandchild; what she hopes is the first of many. I am guessing a lot of "gooo goo ga gas" were said throughout the course of that day, possibly some nose stealing and other assorted wicked tricks grown folk play on kids when they are too tiny to understand most things in life.

At some point in the day she proposed stepping out in the next weather and visiting the beach. My mother, though she was born on an island, does not like the beach or know how to swim. She also doesn't really like the beach for the most part but it suppose it seemed like the thing to say at the time. So my bro decides to pile everyone ( girlfriend, baby, mother) into his 2 door car and head towards the shore.

After some finagling they got the car seat in and mom in the back and were ready to head out. Barely 5 minutes into the trip they stop to allow a car to turn or something and as they wait for their chance to continue on the unthinkable happens. This stupid dollar van like every other loves to weave in and out of traffic like it's a slalom course. Of course this do this with absolutely no regard for the other vehicles on the road.

During it's travel this particular dollar van decides to disregard the car that has stopped in front of it and plows into the back of this car which then plows into the back of my brothers car. "The car was totaled in the back but everyone is alright. Nobody is hurt but your brother is complaining about some pain in his neck", the smile and joy brought on by the Newman were wiped off my face as my mom said those words.

I've joked about how resilient babies are but I was really scared of what could have happened to my niece. She's been on this earth for barely 3 months and I've barely seen her. I'm probably the worst uncle ever as the cute and fragile stage of my niece scares me. I was waiting till she toughens up a little before rough housing with her but this incident serves as a reminder for how precious time is.

It also proves that babies are basically made of rubber.

Birthday Weekendness

Friday started off with a little misdirection at the first meeting spot which wasn't at the advertised address. I will no longer trust any information from city search that is not corroborated by a dependable source.

When I finally arrived at reBAR I was impressed with the setup. I really dug the high ceilings, the couches around the place and the wealth of windows. I met my TFC folks at the bar and quickly found out that they had gone to another bar first due to the aforementioned misdirection. It wasn't long before we started drinking and all that didn't matter.

KoolRed came through even though he was supposed to be working. Han-man who I recently reconnected with showed up and of course thruway had to attempt to outshine me. If I were a more sensitive man I would have wept with all the love I was feeling.

One last thing, chocolate pomegranate appetizer was "well good".

After an hour or so and a glass of wine or so 'Red had to bounce back to work. Little later TFC peoples broke out and Hanman, thruway and I headed over to Rice. I love Brooklyn but I am constantly confused by trendy neighborhoods where every street has the feeling of a back alley. Rice was delicious, we ordered tons of appetizers and got honey in test tubes to sweeten our teas. It was pretty much the best thing ever.

Next day...

I did the "Hope" thing in Williamsburg. It was a backyard BBQ thrown by Hope Lounge to benefit those affected by Hurricane Katrina. Everyone did their part for the cause: DJ had 4 cheeseburgers, Jwow I couldn't keep count, X tore it up with the garden burgers, my bro did his thing while Sharms and I held it down with the steak. X really wanted to join in with that but he was too full off the corn.

Our next stop was the 40/40 club to watch some boxing and listen to tunes. I wasn't aware until that night that the club is expensive because you get a happy ending when you walk in the door. I am fairly sure that dude was not searching for a concealed weapon. Still confused after the frisking we were led to our private table with our personal fuzzy LCD screen. It took a real long time to finally get on the same page with the waitress to get the boxing on. Before I knew it Merlot was flowing like Cristal and we were all chilling like that video...

Actual Birthday...

I almost got breakfast in bed from thruway if you count my couch as my bed; it could be since I've fallen asleep on it before. We were supposed to go to Cafe Mexicano but the deluge led me to cancel it. Instead the Brooklyn heads kept it real and we had some Japanese food. It was just a relaxed chill day so I can't complain.

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Take Action

Housing is ridiculous in the city. Please help do something about it. Check out http://wfpjournal.blogspot.com/ and then take action!

I am not a fan of global warming. Sounds like I found something to do part for part of my birthday weekend.

http://www.seaofpeople.org/

A whole heap of change

I don't hate Suze Orman. In fact I've taken at least one piece of advice that she has dished out on her show and applied it to life. I no longer spend change, I save any coins in my piggy bank a.k.a a small plastic cup to cash in at the end of the year. I call it the office space theory; unlike the characters in the movie this has not yet netted millions of dollars for the save a Dynamo fund. Now all I need is a Swingline stapler and I am home free.

I recently changed jobs, in fact today makes it a month at the new place. The digs still have the new place smell and feel. Everyone loves me and treats me like a superstar: I'm enjoying it. I've worked for only non-profits my entire life till this point. It's a real change in some ways but I know the stinky underbelly known as "the bottom line" and it is the same everywhere. Non-profits battle for grants and corporations work for growth. Neither is inherently wrong but these goals tend to lay waste to anything in their path.

Almost every morning I am greeted by the sounds of James Brown filling the office as I prepare my breakfast. Few things are better than getting your morning started off on a "good foot " while sipping tea with honey and lemon. Slide a "generously" toasted muffin my way and I am practically in heaven.

I am slowly discovering that I may be the quiet type and that I only rarely come out of my shell. There are several branch offices I need to make contact with from time to time and I find that I am nervous every time I have to place a call. Before long I find myself in fairly comical conversations with receptionists or branch managers after stuttering through my opening lines.

Maybe I am one of those ugly girls from the movies who are clearly hot but my hair is up and an bun and I'm wearing ugly glasses??? I can't wait for my health insurance to kick in so I can buy a new pair.

It's late...

Where do I begin

In living color is still one of the best shows on television. With the Wayan brothers, James Carrey and "the fly girls" no one else has been able to put together such a powerhouse since. I was watching a classic episode the other day where James Carrey plays a 1972 world karate champ who has become an instructor for a self-defense class. He gets stabbed by the women he is teaching and proves to be terrible at karate. Doesn't sound like much but the comic genius of Jim Carrey made the whole thing worth it.

Dude that was soooo eight grade...

I apparently still have a crush on this girl from my 8th grade class who I haven't seen in at least 4 years. It makes no sense as we never went out and nothing ever went on. Heck I don't even think I ever told her that I liked her in that way.

So I was in this karate class which was overflowing so much that the instructor asked me to form a new line. Somehow when I got into position in the new area I manage to aggravate my knee and fall over. My 8th grade crush rushed over to me and asked if I was "ok". Several hundred thousand things could have followed that and made perfect sense; however I do not make sense.

"I love you" Really??? So I am now extremely shook from this and do really know how to wrap my head around it. Anyone good at analyzing dreams cause this one is a doozie!!!

Drinks on everybody else....

Wanna by me drinks on Friday??? Hang out in a cozy lounge???? Maybe have dinner?? I am all for it as long as it is on you. I have decided that the best way to celebrate my Bday is to make it what I am calling a "Free Weekend." Free of work, free of worries and spending money for me not you....

Pizza and Other things

Now that DiFara's is closed 2 Boots has become my favorite joint. If you go there just get the Newman and call it a day. It isn't topped with fresh basil and doesn't have delicious black bison mozzarella but it is well spiced and the cornmeal gives it a unique texture. Nothing will ever replace DiFara's in my heart; by the way after further research it seems that Difara's might be open again.

I apologize for the really poor english in the last posting and probably this. I hope that as I write more my prose will develop and become more polished. If you really want to see some expert writing I would recommend LB0's blog. It's updated more frequently than mine and is far more beautifully written. I hope to reach those heights some day but I still remain a peon.

My birthday is April 15th. I plan on celebrating but I am not sure how. There's a Knicks game on the 16th. I was also thinking of throwing back a couple of drinks. There is also a possiblity of a house party on the 14th. More on this later...

Keeping up this

is a lot harder than I thought it would be. So much crap has gone on over the last 3 months and I haven't posted squat. I no longer go straight to the Internet when I come home because I am now highly domesticated.

I've had a couple thoughts on how I can do this effectively. Basically 3 posts a week which will likely be some boring "this is what happened today" crap. Hopefully it those will eventually lead to the most exciting adventures since the Pirate Captain combed his luxurious beard and ate delicious ham.

I am just as good with text messaging as most people are with Dah-Dah, Dah-Dah-Dah, Di-Dah-Dit, DiDiDit, Dit; Dah-Di-Dah-Dit, Dah-Dah-Dah, Dah-Di-Dit, Dit (Morse Code). Though I have taken to doing more of it recently due to the text messagers I know. I had to add texting??? to my plan due to the messagers I know (Pkilla).

I've obviously written way more than I intended for today...