My favorite picture and the way I like to best remember him.
April 26, 2011.
It’s a tough date for me. Not just me, everyone that loved him.
‘Him’ is my cousin Eric. He might as well have been my brother. As far as I’m concerned he was my brother.
What a rough day.
As I type this my heart is pounding near out of my chest, heart in my throat throbbing. Most of the year I’m fine. I do have my moments. Days where I feel that stinging feeling slapping me in the face. The reality, the unbelievable reality that I won’t have privilege of knowing him in this life anymore. I still feel it as crisp and clear as I ever did.
Those days happen and they are becoming less throughout the year.
Except for this month. Except for this month and the anticipation of this month.
I see April coming from a mile away. Continue reading
So not all my songs are going to be ‘new’ or from some hip new group. The list is just five songs that I have really been feeling recently.
I’m still on Kid Cudi (and have been for a while now) and Imagine Dragons is on my 5 again.
On with the list; Continue reading
I love music. All kinds of music. I’m also no expert and so when I tell someone of a particular song that I really like and it’s a pop song, or a Taylor Swift song (I don’t care what you think), or some old rap-rock song and I get a dirty look or sneer from some self-proclaimed music expert (aka music snob) I couldn’t care less.
Actually it kind of makes me smile because it annoys the shit out of them that I dare like a song that isn’t up to their own personal standard of music and what is actually good, or not.
Music is art and it is subjective and therefore I can like any music I want and I don’t need a reason to hold off the music snob(s) that pervade the music scene and proclaim that any particular musical artist is garbage because they don’t live up to their snobbish standards.
You want to like Ke$sha? Fine! Taylor Swift? Limp Bizkit? Linkin Park? Fine, fine, FINE!
You know why it’s fine? Because if you listen to a song and inside your mind and body it makes you feel something positive, then you like it. Don’t be ashamed, just let it ride. Don’t let anyone else ever tell you that you shouldn’t like a particular artist or group because they are popular or a “sell-out” or not “real music”.
If it makes you feel good inside or it gives you some sort of relief or comfort, then just like it. Like it for as long as you want.
With that said, here is my first installment of 5 songs I am currently liking/loving; Continue reading
I don’t smoke. I don’t care if other people smoke either, just so long as it doesn’t infringe on me.
I mean, you want to die that’s on you. I choose life.
Anyway, there are there two women at my current job that smoke and take multiple (and I mean multiple) smoke breaks a day. To the point they are probably not at their desks for a good hour a day just for these smoke breaks. It’s generally annoying, not going to lose my sh*t over it, but annoying nonetheless.
Well, this situation reminded me of a former situation that was almost nearly identical to this current one.
About 12 years ago I worked at a put supplies store called Pet Supplies “Plus” in Albany in the University Plaza on Western Ave. Unlike most, I kind of actually liked working there, but that’s besides the point.
There were two women that I worked with that used to take an ungodly amount of smoke breaks. Just like now, it was annoying then too. Continue reading
Anyone who knows The Muppets knows Jim Henson.
The mastermind of those genius, caring, lovable little creatures would have turned 76-years-old today.
Happy Birthday Mr. Henson, you continue to make me smile.
This song makes me happy.
How I feel after having the last 5 days off and having to come back to work…
I knew that my son was, is, and always will be the love of my life.
I knew that, I really did. It just became over the top when my wife left for the weekend on a romp to Seaside Heights, NJ for her best friend’s bachelorette party. She left on her own adventure straight away from work. I was alone with my son from Thursday evening when I picked him up from daycare, until Sunday afternoon.
I won’t say they were best the best days I’ve had in my entire life, they didn’t push aside the day I asked my wife to marry me (a yes if you weren’t paying attention), the day we made her acceptance legit (our wedding day) and the day my son was born, in no particular order are stand alone in my life story (thus far), but they were by far the best days I’ve had in a long time. Continue reading
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