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Well, it is memorial day weekend. Thanks and praise to all those that have died so that I might enjoy time with my family, watch a race, and go to the beach. Did I mention Indian food on Friday night? Our neighbors took us out to dinner, so so nice of them to do, and we had Indian food. It was delicious and I personally enjoyed every bite of everything. (Even if pastor doesn't like it.) So enjoyed spending time eating great food and watching Indian music video/movies while we ate and chatted. V-langs is finally done with her radiation and keimo, so it was a celebration of all the days getting to here. I pray that her cancer never returns and health is all she knows. We also enjoyed helping them do some cleaning/organizing/painting/hanging things/etc., and it was honestly a fun day even with all the work. Today we went to Riis park on the Atlantic Ocean. 80's. Sunny. The wind was pretty strong coming off the ocean, but it didn't ruin the day. Watching alli lay d...

Yesterday I was fortunate enough to be able to leave school early to go to another school. It happens to be my daughters' school. I got to enjoy the 'puppet' show that the 5th graders put on each year at their school. The puppets are gigantic heads the students design and build, connected with large pieces of material to make the shirts, and then gigantic hands to complete the puppet. So the students bring them out into the courtyard and do a dance, and then act out a poem with thier gigantic puppets-which end up hanging in the hallways of the school for the next year. When Allison read her poem, my soul was overwhelmed, and tears popped out of my eye sockets. I'm not sure if it could even be described as 'crying', because it was more of an emotional outburst than crying. But this 'crying' was something that stuck with me for a while. I left the school and went for a run in prospect park-it was 90 something yesterday, and I have a hard time runni...

As the sun sets across Brooklyn, and I sit on the terrace enjoying the coolness of the shade and the greenery of the trees in all the 'yards' behind the houses in our hood, I am thankful for where I live. Brooklyn is a special place, and these mere words on this measly website will not thoroughly convey my thoughts and emotions that now run deep for this place. I can tell you that the grittiness of the neighborhoods is palpable. I can tell you there is no pretentiousness from people that live in MOST neighborhoods here. I can tell you the diversity brings the world to your rods and cones quickly each day. It is not easy to live here. It is a challenge. The curse words you hear on a daily basis are enough to make you join in the use of new adjectives in never before imagined ways. The fact that some ladies put on a shirt and forget to wear pants with that shirt sometimes makes you want to shout "Dammit, Bobby, put some pants on." The fact that when a light tur...

I haven't posted in over 10 days. Not to say that I did not think of posting, or have things to contemplate. I did. But for some reason, I was fighting the urges to blog on things. So now, you will have to sit there in your seat (I hope it is a comfy one) and read through my personal regurgitation of so many things, you might be sick of me by the time I am finished. Heck, you're probably already sick of me, but that's only because you know me. First-Olivia turned 8 on her 'birthweek' this week. You see, at our house, there are multiple events during that week now for birthdays. Family night together to celebrate, day to take treats in to school, friends party, small group cake and ice cream. See, that's nearly a week already. So we have enjoyed the birthweek, breakfast together as a family (something new-ty terrace bagels YUM). As I sat on the plane and prayed for Olivia and her life, her relationship with God, her future, her wisdom, it occurred to me...

It has been a long time since attending my last NASCAR race, last one was MIS in '08. And I like that there NASCAR. So it hasn't been on the priority list since the nyc move came about. But this fall, I will be going to the Monster Mile. A friend of mine (the Yankee) said he would like to go. At first I thought he was kidding. But he wasn't. Now I have tickets. And we get to stay at his sister's for free. Bonus round. So 143 days from now, I'll be sitting in the stands with the Yankee. I just peed in my pants a little bit.