Hey Guys and Gals,
Well, it's not April first yet and I managed to get another entry in before March comes to a close. Between jetting off to exotic locales (Jamaica, London, Aspen) and not so exotic locales(Cincinatti, Tacoma, Raleigh-Durham) and feeding my addiction to reality TV (Jabbawockeez won America's Best Dance Crew- Yahoo! And the new season of The Hills just kicked off!) I've barely had a moment to breathe. Sorry for the extended absence but hey, that's life.
Speaking of crazy schedules, dwindling hours in the day and a constant state of sleep deprivation (I only speak for myself but I know a lot of you out there can relate) does it ever make you wonder what the hell we're all doing? I mean, what's the point of it all if we can't find a moment to spare in our busy lives just to enjoy the moment, or better yet, something we really enjoy? Why do we wake up at some god awful hour every morning and go to sleep early each night just to go through the motions of another monotonous, overly stressful day? I don't know the answer either.. that's why I'm asking all of you, but it's something worth pondering.
One of the contestants on America's Best Dance Crew made a good point. She said, "If you're lucky enough to find a passion in life then stick with it. It's what makes life worth living." Seems like pretty good advice to me. So whether it's painting or cooking or dancing like a B-Boy... find SOMETHING you love and do it with passion. Our passions are what make life enjoyable and certainly not traffic jams or overtime or prickly bosses. Find something that can see you through to the other side. Then you just might be able to get through that dreaded 9:00 am meeting with dreaded clients a little bit easier. So let me know... what's YOU'RE passion? I'd love to hear your comments. I'm over and out for now. Until later... cheers
Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Unexpected Surprise
Hey Y'all,
I apologize for my skimpy presence as of late but hey, I told you I travel a lot. I had doubleheaders in San Diego and Toledo.... that's in Ohio, in case you didn't know. Anyway, S.D. was great, Toledo... well, let's just say there's not a whole lot to do.
Anyway, I know you're all DYING to know what happened to Uncle Hor. Last I told you, he had walked out in the middle of our Thanksgiving dinner at a chinese restaurant (is that an oxymoron or what?). It wasn't the greatest episode of my life. I got fired (I think I already told you that) and me and my mom were practically not even speaking. Anyway, long story short, on Christmas morning the doorbell rang (at an ungodly hour, I might add) and who was it but none other than Dolly and Hor. They had gotten hitched! And, believe it or not, on their ride home from Nashville (which coupled as their honeymoon) they made a pit stop in Sarasota (Uncle Hor had wanted to visit Clearwater since I told him abot my adventures) and ended up buying the unit next door to Morty and Addy! Now I'm offically related (sort of) to the Sarasota gang! It's funny how life turns out sometimes. You never know what's waiting around the corner. Until later... cheers
I apologize for my skimpy presence as of late but hey, I told you I travel a lot. I had doubleheaders in San Diego and Toledo.... that's in Ohio, in case you didn't know. Anyway, S.D. was great, Toledo... well, let's just say there's not a whole lot to do.
Anyway, I know you're all DYING to know what happened to Uncle Hor. Last I told you, he had walked out in the middle of our Thanksgiving dinner at a chinese restaurant (is that an oxymoron or what?). It wasn't the greatest episode of my life. I got fired (I think I already told you that) and me and my mom were practically not even speaking. Anyway, long story short, on Christmas morning the doorbell rang (at an ungodly hour, I might add) and who was it but none other than Dolly and Hor. They had gotten hitched! And, believe it or not, on their ride home from Nashville (which coupled as their honeymoon) they made a pit stop in Sarasota (Uncle Hor had wanted to visit Clearwater since I told him abot my adventures) and ended up buying the unit next door to Morty and Addy! Now I'm offically related (sort of) to the Sarasota gang! It's funny how life turns out sometimes. You never know what's waiting around the corner. Until later... cheers
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Truth in a Fortune Cookie
Hey People,
Well, I'm back and feeling groovy. And the best part is... it FINALLY stopped snowing in Beantown!! The sun has actually been out the last two days and the temp has actuallly creeped over freezing! Spring is coming my fellow New Englanders!
So I want to give a shout out to the lone reader who answered my plea for advice on whether I should tell Uncle Hor that I saw Dolly in Tennessee. Thanks hlr!! You'll be happy to know that I took your advice! It was Thanksgiving Day, no less, and I was sitting with Mom and Uncle Hor at the Duck Wok holiday brunch (we don't typically celebrate holidays the traditional way). Uncle Hor was eating hos chow lo mein, without a care in the world, and all of a sudden it hit me how pathetic he seemed. And I don't mean that in a bad or condescending way, only that his life could have been so much more than eating Thanksgiving dinner in a chinese restaurant with his niece and grand niece.
So I told him. I just blurted it out somewhere between the chow lo mein, the eggrolls and the crab rangoon (my personal favorite). I couldn't stand the possibility of what might of been looming over Uncle Hor, or over me. Sometimes a leap of faith is required. Nothing is gained without risk, so I risked my better judgment and Uncle Hor apparently risked his voracious appetite. He stood right up and walked out into the rain, without even cracking his fortune cookie, and we didn't hear from him for three weeks.
Needless to say, Mom was NOT happy with me but I thought Uncle Hor deserved to know. You can't go after what you want unless you know it's a possibility, otherwise, what the hell is the point? Anyway, that's all I got for tonight. If you want to find out how all of this translates and transpires, tune in next time. Until then... cheers
Well, I'm back and feeling groovy. And the best part is... it FINALLY stopped snowing in Beantown!! The sun has actually been out the last two days and the temp has actuallly creeped over freezing! Spring is coming my fellow New Englanders!
So I want to give a shout out to the lone reader who answered my plea for advice on whether I should tell Uncle Hor that I saw Dolly in Tennessee. Thanks hlr!! You'll be happy to know that I took your advice! It was Thanksgiving Day, no less, and I was sitting with Mom and Uncle Hor at the Duck Wok holiday brunch (we don't typically celebrate holidays the traditional way). Uncle Hor was eating hos chow lo mein, without a care in the world, and all of a sudden it hit me how pathetic he seemed. And I don't mean that in a bad or condescending way, only that his life could have been so much more than eating Thanksgiving dinner in a chinese restaurant with his niece and grand niece.
So I told him. I just blurted it out somewhere between the chow lo mein, the eggrolls and the crab rangoon (my personal favorite). I couldn't stand the possibility of what might of been looming over Uncle Hor, or over me. Sometimes a leap of faith is required. Nothing is gained without risk, so I risked my better judgment and Uncle Hor apparently risked his voracious appetite. He stood right up and walked out into the rain, without even cracking his fortune cookie, and we didn't hear from him for three weeks.
Needless to say, Mom was NOT happy with me but I thought Uncle Hor deserved to know. You can't go after what you want unless you know it's a possibility, otherwise, what the hell is the point? Anyway, that's all I got for tonight. If you want to find out how all of this translates and transpires, tune in next time. Until then... cheers
Saturday, March 1, 2008
How About Them Apples?
Hey Everyone,
Sorry I've been MIA as of late... I've been holed up with the flu. And as I am writing this, the greater Boston area is being pummeled with snow (yet again). Figures I don't have a wedding this week in some hot, exotic locale. I could really use a shot of sunshine right about now. It's times like these when I really envy Morty and Addy down there in Sarasota.
As for words of wisdom, I don't have a lot to say today.... blame it on a runny nose that just won't quit and a head that feels like it's going to spin around and explode. Though in one of my lucid moments, I did find an interesting article on yahoo. seems the new hot place to meet guys for all you single ladies out there is the Apple Store. Makes sense when you think about it... men do like toys and the ones hanging out in the Apple Store are usually smart. And rich. Or at least, not poor. Anyway, thought it was interesting enough to pass along to all you single ladies out there. Just don't forget who pointed you in the right direction. I'm always looking to build my client base. Until later... cheers.
Sorry I've been MIA as of late... I've been holed up with the flu. And as I am writing this, the greater Boston area is being pummeled with snow (yet again). Figures I don't have a wedding this week in some hot, exotic locale. I could really use a shot of sunshine right about now. It's times like these when I really envy Morty and Addy down there in Sarasota.
As for words of wisdom, I don't have a lot to say today.... blame it on a runny nose that just won't quit and a head that feels like it's going to spin around and explode. Though in one of my lucid moments, I did find an interesting article on yahoo. seems the new hot place to meet guys for all you single ladies out there is the Apple Store. Makes sense when you think about it... men do like toys and the ones hanging out in the Apple Store are usually smart. And rich. Or at least, not poor. Anyway, thought it was interesting enough to pass along to all you single ladies out there. Just don't forget who pointed you in the right direction. I'm always looking to build my client base. Until later... cheers.
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