Archive for the ‘Back in the Day’ Category

Dear Dr. Seuss, Happy Birthday/Boogle!

March 2, 2011 1 comment

it still applies today

I couldn’t decide on a title. They both apply, you’ll see why. I’m channeling right now. Let it happen.

Today is the great Dr. Seuss’s birthday. Today he would have been the ripe ole age of 107. That’s a long ass time to live.

I remember having his books read to me back in the day and loving how they transported me into another world outside of my own. I’ve always loved a whimsical story, something that let’s the imagination fly off the charts and into new territories. I honestly think that he may have influenced how I write today and how I tell stories. It’s funny for me to think about this, but it had to come from somewhere.

“Green Eggs and Ham.” Who doesn’t know this book? Who doesn’t love this book (at least for sentimental value)? I actually reread “Green Eggs and Ham” a couple of months back in a friend’s house as we cleaned out part of her loft. I happened upon the book and decided is was time for a break. A break for a Doctor named Seuss. I could not help but laugh at his genius and as I flipped through the pages, I felt that feeling of imagination once again. It was absolutely what I needed at the time. I could probably use a dose today. Read more…


La Isla French Toast

January 10, 2011 3 comments

heaven in hoboken (photo: Dayna Perillo)

I wrote this blurb way back on Mar 29, 2009 in the Bustin Boards Blog, originally titled “Hoboken Sundays.” I figured that it was worth reposting here since I love french toast so much.

If you are only in Hoboken once in your life, and that day happens to be Sunday, then the following needs to be incorporated in your time here.

Nick and I rolled up to 1st and Washington today to a little Cuban restaurant called La Isla, “the Island” for you uncultured folk that read our blog. Sit at the bar or get on the list for a table, its your choice, but take whatever seat you can because this place is always packed for Sunday Brunch. Inside is reminiscent of my many trips to Mexico when i was stationed in AZ. The crammed seating lends itself to idle banter between total strangers, the bright decor feels native and inviting and the room pulses with a vibe unlike anywhere else in Hoboken.

strawberry lava

At the bar you can see the hustle of the work staff as they slave over the ever-flowing Cuban Lattes (have 2 of these potent concoctions and be prepared for a buzz like nothing you can get over the counter) , press Cubano sandwiches and prep for the sole reason we came today…Strawberry Cream Cheese Stuffed French Toast!! Read more…

This day in history: December 8

December 8, 2010 1 comment

FDR speaks to Congress

Dec 8, 1941 – Franklin D. Roosevelt speaks to Congress (excerpts)
“Mr. Vice President, Mr. Speaker, Members of the Senate, of the House of Representatives:

Yesterday, December 7, 1941 – a date which will live in infamy – the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.

No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might, will win through to absolute victory.

With confidence in our armed forces – with the unbounding determination of our People – we will gain the inevitable triumph – so help us God.

I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, December 7, 1941 a state of War has existed between the United States and the Japanese empire.

Original Army newspaper, his old watch, and a Purple Heart. Pretty awesome

Dec 8, 2001 – My grandfather passes away
I joined the USAF on Sept 11, 2001 and graduated boot Nov 3, 2001 where my family, including my grandfather came out to see. It was a sigh of relief to see my family after this leap into the military world, and even better, this gave me the gateway for which I was to learn all about my grandfather’s exploits in the Army and in the Pacific. Little did I know that this was the last time I would see him alive. If I had known that he would have had to beat be back with a stick from picking his brain too much. Read more…

pop, where does chocolate milk come from?

November 28, 2010 3 comments

Looking back on my childhood, I am finding out that the people who raised me lied to me on many, many occasions. AND for some reason, many of these occasions revolve around bovines, “bos taurus” or “cows” in layman’s terms. If you havent read the other stories from my messed up childhood (whose wasn’t?) then check out “nintendo/nontendo” or this gem entitled “I wanna be a veal cow.

I am not sure why there is a heavy connection to my parental and grandparental units lying to me about cows all the time, but there has to be some explanation. My mom grew up on a farm? My grandmother raised my mom on a farm? My grandmother was raised on a farm? I know you are thinking that I might insert some kind of joke here, but it’s not coming. I live in a smaller town that supports farms, I know people who run farms, and I used to play on farms…but was not raised on one. Maybe it’s because the cow population back when I was growing up rivaled the people population? I don’t think that’s a true statement at all, but I do remember a lot of cows.

When I was a young pup, no clue how young but young, I asked a lot of questions. Now I know that all of those questions lead to answers that involved cows. The correlation between strawberry pies, royalty, and calves for instance. And now the explanation for where chocolate milk comes from, all involved cows. Read more…


November 26, 2010 3 comments

I miss you...

Excerpt from my bus ride ramblings:

One year for Christmas my brother and I asked for a Nintendo. The original Nintendo, that’s how long ago this was. On Christmas Brandon and I were greeted with said Nintendo. We played Super Mario Bros all damn day and night and into next morning. Delirious from lack of sleep and with thumbs swollen from too much button pushing, we wearily fell asleep. The next morning, December 26th, a little more than 24 hours since we had acquired our amazing gaming system, we found out that our Nintendo was gone. GONE! No not stolen during the 3 hours of sleep we might have had, but taken away. Apparently a woman that liked my father had bought the Nintendo to impress him and win us over. Sometime during those 24 hours when we were playing our little hearts out, she decided she had made a mistake in giving the game to us. The beach came over and took it from us. She said it wasn’t working out with dad and took our F@ck!n& Nintendo!! WHO DOES THAT? WHOOOOO does that to little kids?!!?

I hope you are reading this Nintendo Indian-giver lady and I hope you are ashamed. Think about how scarred I am from this to have it come up 20 years later in my life and in multiple drunken conversations when I told my friends AND complete strangers about what a beach you are. The laughing that ensued echoes in my mind forever. Im glad people could find satisfaction in my pain, the pain you caused me. I don’t know your name, but I wish I did so I could do the same to you.

I would plan to meet you in the grocery store as we both reached for a bottle of Women’s One-a-Day or Centrum Silver. We would share a small awkward laugh and sheepishly I would allow you to take the bottle. I would explain that I was getting the bottle for my mom and then tell you that there is no way that bottle is for you because you don’t look a day over 40. You giggle and blush using your liver spotted hands to cover your dentures. This gets your blood pumping a little harder as you think, “could he really be complimenting me? Is he hitting on me?” I’ll do you one better lady, I’ll even ask you out for a coffee. The coffee would lead to witty banter on my part and you would look like a deer in the headlights as you marveled over the fact that a strapping young man could want anything to do with an old bag like you. To take it even further, I would pull a page from the Will Ferrell Classic Anchorman. I would take you out for a nice seafood dinner, then NEVER CALL YOU AGAIN! I look forward to our chance encounter in the pharmaceutical aisle. I’ll grab the Boniva, you grab the Metamucil and we’ll hang out, I swear. Ill call you, promise…

in 6 hrs 20 minutes

July 11, 2010 7 comments

C130 into Afghanistan with the crew

I have to be in the meat packing (hehe) district in NYC for a photo shoot. I am nervous as hell and I cant even really think of sleeping right now. I racked out in the back of the car for about an hour today, got back and watched a movie, and now I am wide awake. SHITE! Im hoping this nervous energy subsides and I can get some beauty rest because God knows I need that since I DO NOT photograph well.

20 days ago I received an email from an organization I belong to called the Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America or IAVA for short. The email was calling for all vets in the NYC area to come out for a casting call for a suit designer named Joseph Abboud. You can read the rest of the details on a previous blog entitled Today Was a Good Day.

I have no idea what to expect right now, but know that I cannot be late to this and that I am working for almost 12 hours a day for the next 2 days. Haha I said “working”. I bet its not as easy as I think its going to be. I shouldve asked my model friends the Davenports to help me with my “Blue Steel” look. They have it down pat.

Oh, I was asked to bring some candid photos of me while I was in the military so here’s the ones I picked. I figure I can tell a little something about each and make it funny, but there are three in there that are going to either make or break me. I havent shown these to anyone and no one knows about these unless you were flying over Afghanistan with me. I feel like showing you the “stache” pics is already a mistake, but here’s to being spontaneous. Cheers. pics

bustin in transworld!!

Jenica at the BK shop photo by Brett Beyer

If you dont watch action or board sports, arent following Bustin Boards, or dont know anything about the industry, let me tell you one thing. Transworld Business is THEE bible of the board sports world. 2 out of 3 shops read it and it has a pass off rating of over 5 times. This magazine touches millions of readers a year….and we finally made it in there!

Micku showing off her skate rash photo by: Brett Beyer

The female skate revolution is upon us and of course it would be lead by the greatest city in the world, NYC. To make it that much better, the crew at Bustin is the tip of the spear when it comes to this. I had the pleasure of skating with these lovelies many times over the last couple years and actually got to help get the lady skate team set into motion. From there, these gals took off. Sick rippers that definitely put more time in on a board than I do. What could be better than a gang of girls pulling stand up slides, styling slides, and manuals all while keeping it sexy on one of our boards? I can think of too much better, except for female surfer bikini malfunctions. These Bustin Broads are amazing in every way and I am glad they are finally getting a chance to show the world what girl power truly is.

Nathalie rocking her Strike photo by: Brett Beyer

Jenica, Nathalie, and Micku, I am proud to call you my friends. Congrats on the movement you have started. I hope this takes you to where you want to be…if you arent already there.

Check out this link to see what the girls of Bustin are doing to change the perception of female skating one city at a time. BK Stand Up!

The female skate scene in NYC and what it means for the industry