Ten Years
On Thursday night we were aware,
Of the strange buzz that filled the air.
The words that threatened created fear,
That 911 was still here.
We no longer live the same,
Our world has changed, from Osama’s fame.
The US ignorence is lost.
The 9000 lives* that it has cost.
Terrorist horror has existed for centuries past.
We’ve been lucky we’ve missed it’s blast.
But for Africa, the Middle East and many others as well.
This nightmare of violence has seen eons of hell.
As I look outside on Lexington street,
The cop blockade stops the cars they meet,
As though that will prevent it from happening again,
I think, it’s not “IF” (unfortunately, but “WHEN?”)
So exhausted from from living this way,
I wish I could wave a magic wand and say,
Please everyone let’s stop the madness,
Let’s cure cancer, HIV, hunger and all other sadness.
We’ve wasted centuries killing each other,
Over religion, and land, and oil, come ON we’re brothers!
Well I can’t do that, but can only pray,
That peace will come to the world one day.
So on this tenth my pain goes out,
To those who have to live without.
Never forget or forgive the attack.
But no words will ever bring them back.
*6000 service men and women killed in the war
Happy Father’s Day to all dads especially mine
Dear Dad,
I know you know how much you’re missed,
Your smile, your laugh, your words of advice.
Pictures and memories,
just don’t suffice.
I know you know that you were right,
About the time just running fast.
Life is for the living so live it up,
Don’t be fretting about times past.
I know you know that life gets tough,
But your strength to hide all trouble and fear,
Made me who I am today,
Your words come across loud and clear.
I love you and miss you and always will.
The best Dad that ever lived.
Happy Father’s Day,
Lovingly,
Lara
Trump just fired Warwick!
So, I never watch this show, but Housewives and Bros and Sisters? Repeats. What’s with that? But it was worth it. ’Cause if he can do that, we KNOW he can takeon Gaddafi, Bin Laden, and any one else who stands in his path. Go Donald.
Match Date Gone Bad…Night Turned Good
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Ok, you fans out there. I admit it. I have gone on a Match date or two or ten. Well, tonight’s date was one of those dates, that was, well somewhat doubtful at best, but hey, what’s a drink or two or ten? ( Despite my instincts saying NAH) We spoke once or twice and it seemed, “OK”. So I arrived at the bar to meet him (after arguing with the $5 umbrella that kept turning inside out due to March coming in like a lion) and I’m like, “he’s kinda cute, maybe I was wrong”. (Now this is one of my favorite places with a great bartendress and fantastic crab cakes) and Mr. Match and I are yakking up a storm and I just get my drink, which was a luscious, much needed Cosmo (o.k. Sex in City throwback but WHATEVER!) And we start to talk about the crab cakes, and I say, “so I’m starving and going to order one”. And he says, well I’m leaving in a few minutes (NOTE: My drink had not been touched). And I’m like, “is it my breath” and he’s like “I don’t know I haven’t smelled your breath”– I swear this is NOT artistic license. This is faster than SPEED DATE. Except a lot more rude. So I decide to take the high road and say, “buh, bye wise guy” and leave with the rain pulling at my umbrella. After hopping into a store to immediately call my best friend and madre, I decide to make a night of it any way (it IS Thirsty Thursday) and go to the local steakhouse.
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At this place, I give a very young red headed girl my sopping coat, umbrella and scarf– head to the bar where a twenty something guy makes way and gives me his seat. Which was OK until one of them said, “so do you still work? or DO YOU WORK?” and I’m thinking, I have just gone from bad to worse. What? Do I look 65??? And he’s like, “well you just looked relaxed and you’re buying yourself an expensive dinner, so I figured you made it rich and got out.” So, I’m like OK, whatever, I look like shit and maybe close to 65 but it’s raining, I just got dumped after 15 minutes and hell, at least this guy gave me his seat.
So, I get ready to leave and give my ticket to the coat check girl. She asks me if it’s a long umbrella or short one. (Now, I know only NY’ers will understand this but I said “it’s one of those cheap umbrellas that the umbrella guys sell, you know, Umbella, umbella)* And she said very ernestly, “I never heard of that brand.”
The woman behind me hears that story and she says, “how can you NOT know what an umbrella man is”. And I said, she’s probably texting as she walks. She doesn’t see anything. Well, this woman told me I MADE HER NIGHT and roared with laughter. And you know what? She made mine by getting me. At least someone does. Guess you had to be there. Or not.
** When it rains in NYC, Umbrella guys spring up. They all have unidentified accent which prevents them from saying R. But they’re great ’cause the brellies are there just when you need them. Unlike cabs which are NEVER there.
Sometimes viral emails are just good posts…Why men are happier
Men Are Just Happier People –
What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be President.
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.
People never stare at your chest when you’re talking to them.
New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you,
He or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough..
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes..
Everything on your face stays its original color.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet and one pair of shoes — one color for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can ‘do’ your nails with a pocket knife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives
On December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier.
and this is…
So this is part of a wall in the subways of nyc. And I’m thinking is this supposed to be michelle and hilliary???
McDonalds snack wrap
I never eat at Micky Ds but I am trapped. Starving while driving. They are not kidding about it being a snack. If I could identify it, it appears to be about 2 oz’s of chicken.