Archive for April, 2011

East Coastin’

Apr 26 2011
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This Thursday I’ll be scarfing down as much Mexican food as I can fit into that semi-elastic food processing unit located just above my belt-line. My pocket watch will automatically change the time ahead 3 hours once I power it on as we taxi along the tarmac of the always pleasurable and highly regarded Newark International Airport. Once the baggage has been collected, the car door has slammed shut and the ignition key has been turned to the on position, BADABING….it’s East Coast Tour TIME!
Laughing, singing, eating, drinking. Good times with good people is what I’m thinking. From New Jersey to New Hampshire and in between. I’ll feel like I’m WINNING just like Charlie Sheen!

Time

Apr 11 2011
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Where does it go?! Is it having Coronas on some exotic beach in Mexico? Taking long drags off a cigarette on a hotel veranda in Italy? Is it down on the Jersey Shore motor boating Snookie?
Where ever it goes, I can never seem to find it when I need to mow the yard, organize my office, wash my car or call my mom. Well, I don’t need to call my mom ’cause she’s always calling me. Love you mom!
They say time flies but what airport does it use? I don’t think even time has time to waste on the Newark Airport tarmac and time seems to have all the time in the world!
There’s times I miss but mostly I just want to take the time to say, “The fact that time moves so fast is really tick tick ticking me off!”
I’m hungry, is it lunchtime yet?

Ice Cream

Apr 4 2011
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So many flavors, so little time! Love it! Wrote a song about the infectious confection, but I’m pretty sure you already know that.
Anything with caramel in it is going to win me over. You?

My grandpa Jack just recently shared a story with me of a time when I was about 3 years-old and we were walking back from the ice cream shop.
Apparently, I was licking away and then suddenly, the scoop fell right off my cone and onto the sidewalk. I then looked up at my Gramps with this confused expression on my face that made my creamy mustache droop. Expecting the tears to start flowing any minute, he said instead of crying, I looked back down, stomped on the melting mess with my sandals and continued walking as I nibbled on the empty cone.
I don’t even know ME!