Okay was at the bus stop waiting for the bus and as on many occassions I am caught out in the rain without an umbrella. I call this my current state of bad umbrella karma. But more on that on a later date. Anyhoo, so there is this guy waiting at the same bus stop which had one of those little kiosks so u can go under and avoid the rain or snow. Issue is this dude smells like 17 people used him as their own personal bathroom, WC if u will. So i'm standing there thinking should I just take the smell and not get wet. And beleive me the smell was bigger than the kiosk. Or should I just stand outside and get drenched. Decisions decisions. Sometimes the choices we make will either stink literally or b bad either way. So as I type this. I get on the next bus glad to finally be away from the smelly smellng walking bathroom. Only to realize he gets on the bus with me too. Ahh NYC. Smell it! Gotta love it!
-- Post From My iPhone
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Dreams do come true
Today, I feel like anything on this earth is humanly possible!
I interviewed for a job at dream company and honestly I thought i bombed it. it was the longest toughest two hour interview of my life. when i left i was down and frustrated with myself...and really would not have been shocked if i didn't get it..actually i assumed i wasn't going to get dream position as this dream company.
fast forward, 2 hours later....they officially made me an offer....and i gladly accepted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
today i really do feel like anything is possible...if you just give it all you have inside you and leave it all on the table, you can accomplish anything..really
life is grand....
I interviewed for a job at dream company and honestly I thought i bombed it. it was the longest toughest two hour interview of my life. when i left i was down and frustrated with myself...and really would not have been shocked if i didn't get it..actually i assumed i wasn't going to get dream position as this dream company.
fast forward, 2 hours later....they officially made me an offer....and i gladly accepted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
today i really do feel like anything is possible...if you just give it all you have inside you and leave it all on the table, you can accomplish anything..really
life is grand....
Friday, March 12, 2010
Try try again
Soo. After months of trying. I finally got the F chord on my guitar. This was big. A huge achievement. Huge like my good friends Liza and Leyland getting engaged. Huge like the office finally airing s decently funny episode. Grand like my fellow blogger and good friend uptowngirl running a 10k and eating almonds. Super like my girlfriend Victoria learning how to dance salsa on "'2". Like omg how amazing is it that I suddenly just tried the f chord again. And there it was. The magical sound of the upper east sides most melodious sounding f chord...maybe even the worlds...soooo... Your welcome...
-- Post From My iPhone
Thursday, March 4, 2010
The Office and the Birth of my Daughter
Okay, I'm laughing my assparagus off right now watching the office, which i'm glad my lovely DVR taped. This episode (its the one where Pam gives birth) reminds me of when my daughter was born...
I was 27 years old, it was the week of our daughter's birth and her mother had been experiencing wierd contractions...contractions they call brackston hicks...meaning real contractions but not that she is about to go into labor. ofcourse...I know that NOW...back then...at 3:00 am on October 31st, I didn't. so we get into a cab i had called, who was a local livery cab company whom i knew for a few years. i'm clutching the mother-to-be's overnight bag in one hand and while she was squeezing the bedittle out of my poor pinky in the other.
WE get to the hospital and they tell us "you're not in labor yet, you need to go back home when its at least 7 minutes apart...so we get a regular yellow cab back to queens.
November 1st: 10:00am i get a call at the office that she's having strong contractions...so i run out of the office...get to queens and pick up the mom-to-be who is obviously in pain and we catch that same cabby to the hospital...we get to the hospital...my pinky is once again being twisted by the mom-to-be while she is yelling at the poor nervous cabby to just "skip the **efing" red lights...which he did for two of them. get to the hospital..."sir, she is not in labor yet, please go back home, come back at 7 minutes..."
November 2nd...more contractions..look at the timer. nope. not yet. somehow we made it through the night without going to the hospital.
November 3rd: D-Day? back at the hospital. i'm hoping to god this is it. my pinky and my wallet really can't take it anymore. this back and forth has cost us $130. i'm tired. haven't slept in days. am bearded since i haven't shaved. i think i bathed a day or two ago. let alone, hmm, did i change clothes...everything is a blur. this pinky is looking awfully swollen. and i can only imagine what the mommy to be was going through.
November 3rd-4th: 3 hours go by; 6 hours; 8 hours; 10 hours; 20 hours; 24 hours; okay finally. this is it. she was one hour shy of docs having to turn it into a c-section as she was tiring and fatigued; exhausted. "john, i can't do this. i can't. i'm so tired. i can't!!". my instincts kicked into gear. "yes you can. come on. you can do this! you're almost there. come on; don't give up now! i believe in you!" so she grabbed onto my pinky and pushed on through.
November 4th, 11:58 p.m. my daughter, that 10 and a half year old princess with expensive taste came into this world. and my world..well it was changed forever. you really don't see life the same way..ever again...i held her in my hands...so small..omg..i'm going to break her is the first thing i thought. she held on to my finger..and well my tears started flowing like it was going out of style. there is no way you can't not cry when holding your child in your hands like that for the first time. i'm looking at my daughter thinking wow...so this is you....i'm your dad....and i smiled the biggest smile i've ever smiled. this was the best day of my life. November 4th, 11:58 p.m.
p.s. (i had a cast put on my hand the following day and for a month for my broken right pinky)
I was 27 years old, it was the week of our daughter's birth and her mother had been experiencing wierd contractions...contractions they call brackston hicks...meaning real contractions but not that she is about to go into labor. ofcourse...I know that NOW...back then...at 3:00 am on October 31st, I didn't. so we get into a cab i had called, who was a local livery cab company whom i knew for a few years. i'm clutching the mother-to-be's overnight bag in one hand and while she was squeezing the bedittle out of my poor pinky in the other.
WE get to the hospital and they tell us "you're not in labor yet, you need to go back home when its at least 7 minutes apart...so we get a regular yellow cab back to queens.
November 1st: 10:00am i get a call at the office that she's having strong contractions...so i run out of the office...get to queens and pick up the mom-to-be who is obviously in pain and we catch that same cabby to the hospital...we get to the hospital...my pinky is once again being twisted by the mom-to-be while she is yelling at the poor nervous cabby to just "skip the **efing" red lights...which he did for two of them. get to the hospital..."sir, she is not in labor yet, please go back home, come back at 7 minutes..."
November 2nd...more contractions..look at the timer. nope. not yet. somehow we made it through the night without going to the hospital.
November 3rd: D-Day? back at the hospital. i'm hoping to god this is it. my pinky and my wallet really can't take it anymore. this back and forth has cost us $130. i'm tired. haven't slept in days. am bearded since i haven't shaved. i think i bathed a day or two ago. let alone, hmm, did i change clothes...everything is a blur. this pinky is looking awfully swollen. and i can only imagine what the mommy to be was going through.
November 3rd-4th: 3 hours go by; 6 hours; 8 hours; 10 hours; 20 hours; 24 hours; okay finally. this is it. she was one hour shy of docs having to turn it into a c-section as she was tiring and fatigued; exhausted. "john, i can't do this. i can't. i'm so tired. i can't!!". my instincts kicked into gear. "yes you can. come on. you can do this! you're almost there. come on; don't give up now! i believe in you!" so she grabbed onto my pinky and pushed on through.
November 4th, 11:58 p.m. my daughter, that 10 and a half year old princess with expensive taste came into this world. and my world..well it was changed forever. you really don't see life the same way..ever again...i held her in my hands...so small..omg..i'm going to break her is the first thing i thought. she held on to my finger..and well my tears started flowing like it was going out of style. there is no way you can't not cry when holding your child in your hands like that for the first time. i'm looking at my daughter thinking wow...so this is you....i'm your dad....and i smiled the biggest smile i've ever smiled. this was the best day of my life. November 4th, 11:58 p.m.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Own Your BadAss-ness Day!
Today is own your Badass-ness day! Own your selfness, your coolness, your "whatever it is you are either good or not good at" day today...I'm pretty good at guitar, picking out shoes and make an awesome chicken in wine sauce..I also suck at square dancing and couldn't hit a baseball to save my own life...so what..i'm still a bad-ass..i'm still going to own the fact that yes i'd probably get kicked off the little league baseball team not cause of age difference, but because i just suck at anything to do with that sport..and who cares..i can strum some U2 songs like no body's business on my acoustic...and by my own girlfriend's admitance, i'm also a pretty darn good boyfriend...which i always tend to wonder if i am or not..
so own it..own your badass-ness...if something didn't go your way or someone doesn't like you..who gives a monkey's left monkey boob...you're still a badass, a star...why...because you just are....and you're owning it!
so own it..own your badass-ness...if something didn't go your way or someone doesn't like you..who gives a monkey's left monkey boob...you're still a badass, a star...why...because you just are....and you're owning it!
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