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Civilian vs. Military friends

September 22, 2011 Leave a comment

A friend of mine posted this on Facebook and I couldn’t help but laugh at how true these are. For all my military friends out there, enjoy.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Tell you not to do something stupid when drunk.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will post 360 security so you dont get caught.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Call your parents mom and dad.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Hope the night out drinking goes smoothly, and hope that no one is late for the ride home.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Know some wild stuff will happen, and set up rally points and an E & E route. CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will be sitting next to you saying, Damn…we f**ked up…but hey, that was fun!” Read more…

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What a difference a decade makes

September 12, 2011 Leave a comment

9/11. A day that brought our country to its knees, but showed the resilience America was founded upon. For me, 9/11 was the first day of the rest of my life. Cliché as it may be, but I stand behind the statement for this reason. Without this tragic day, I may not have taken these past ten years as seriously as I have. Sure, I’ve had some crazy times that gave me stories that I hesitate to tell my future children, but along the way, I did more growing than any other point in my life.

I learned what integrity really means. I found out what true loyalty and comradery looks like. I was fortunate to see the lengths people would go to protect a stranger or to protect what they believe in. I came to understand sacrifice, the ultimate sacrifice. I knew love, twice. I fought through heartbreak, twice. I found my voice, my personality, and I grew into the person that I most wanted to be. I’m comfortable in my own skin, but vulnerable enough to approach. I realized that anything said with a smile, a genuine smile, will take a person further than any BS that can be conjured. Read more…

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My story of joining the military on 9/11

September 9, 2011 2 comments

10 years later. We all have our story, this is mine.

Every generation has their moment, that defining moment. I think back to D-Day and “a day that will live in infamy”, the assassination of JFK, and the declaration of “That’s one small step for [a] man, one giant leap for mankind.” As a grew older, I couldn’t fathom what defining moments my generation would endure, but in 1986 I got my first glimpse with the Challenger explosion.

I was fascinated with planes and flying and all the possibilities air and space offer, so I watched with all the enthusiasm a 6 year old could muster. I remember starring in amazement at those brave men and women being shot into space, only to have that dream shattered 73 seconds into the flight. I remember crying and feeling helpless even at this young age. This was my first personal life moment. Read more…

time lapse


I haven’t been writing in awhile and every day this bugs me. I have been thinking about it the mornings a lot after leaving the subway or at lunch time or lying in bed like right now. I am not sure where there has been such a lapse in time because I always feel guilty about NOT writing. I love to write, it makes me feel good. I feel almost cleansed, for lack of a better term, when I am finished writing. Even if its some rant about my shoelaces coming untied or burning my hand on the hot stove again…it just feels good to write.

I have a couple of small storyboard outlines written for Chocolate Milk Cow (the kid’s book I have been dreaming of writing) but have not moved any farther than that. I go through the day, accomplish the tasks I need at work, then look for any excuse to be around people. I stayed an extra hour plus today to drink a nice glass of 16 year old scotch with the membership crew at IAVA and finished out a strong day. Read more…

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creepy interactions

February 21, 2011 3 comments

I have been lucky enough to travel around the US and a small part of the world in my last 30 years. During this timeframe I have had many amazing interactions and a few creepy ones that lead to good stories. My creepiest encounter until Saturday night occurred in Tucson while in the military.

A group of my military friends and I went to a local bar in Tucson to have a few drinks. We picked an outside bar to take advantage of the beautiful night’s weather. While outside, we were greeted with the most graphic portrayal of man on man sex I have ever heard. This, as you can imagine, was quite disturbing. With a few choice words I politely asked the frail gay man to my left to quit with his in-depth discussion on consensual butt rape. He told me in a not so polite way to “F off” and continued this too-graphic account. I again asked for some tact in his storytelling only to get another finger. I finally leaned in, put my hand on his shoulder, and told him to shut his mouth or I was going to throw him off the porch.

My friend Jay thought it would be a funny idea to buy us a couple of shots. No not shots for Jay and I, but rather my little gay nemesis (LGN) and I. Jay bought little gay nemesis and I shots and told the bartender to say it was from me. LGN came over to apologize holding two shots that he thought I had purchased. I decided that a truce could be arranged and with everyone watching, he linked up arms like we were getting married and shoving cake in our faces (that’s sounds incredibly nasty in this context). I went with the flow and as I took the shot, I felt a hand grab my man parts. I promptly swallowed the shot, grabbed the hand in question, and grabbed the throat of the hand in question. LGN got slammed on the bar and if not for restraint, he may have ended up spending a couple of days in the hospital.

This was the creepiest interaction I had ever had in my life…until Saturday night. Read more…

back to normalcy

February 9, 2011 Leave a comment

Is proving harder than I thought. I love the fast-paced version of my life and sometimes get bored with going back to Hoboken or to work. I love my job, dont get it twisted, I just feel like things are too slow sometimes. I like the flying, the new destinations, the organizing, the pressure. I think I fill my life with all mayhem to stay hyperactive, to be consumed so that I dont have to think about much other than chaos. I realize that sounds strange, but when I am stagnant, I feel antsy, almost distressed like there isnt enough to do. I have a hard time just relaxing most times because even my “relaxing” can be out of control, fast-paced. I’m not even sure what “normal” is for me now. I have come to terms that it is a “new normal” but still adjusting to it all. Back to normalcy, wherever that is, should prove to be interesting.

old friend dinner

February 4, 2011 Leave a comment

It’s nice to see old friends after a long lapse in gracing each other’s presence. Tonight was one of those occasions. “Kicks” and I hadn’t really gotten to hang out in months, actually closer to a year, but we got to catch up over some dinner and drinks. It was more like drinks and conversation with some eats sprinkled in.

We sat down with all intentions of eating a good meal and ended up just drinking a couple of adult beverages and talking. All this was fine by me since it had been so long. We talked about life; how it gets in the way, how strange it all is, and how things change as we grow older. Not that 30 is old, but it does seem to be harder now to meet interesting people who you are truly compatible with. We talked about this as we both are single and wondering where life goes from here. I like the conversations that we have. It flows, it’s easy, nothing is forced, and it seems like I have known her for most of my life when in fact its only been four years.

It’s such a plus in the life to meet people who you vibe with. Most people have a few friends that they have known since childhood and still keep in touch with. I’ve been lucky to find and keep many people from scabby knees and grass stained times. I’ve also been lucky to meet some of my best friends in middle school and to keep them through my adult life. As we get older there are so many peripheral people in our lives, those fringe individuals that you know, but don’t really know. But then there are those that set themselves a part from the fringe and feel like childhood friends. Luckily kickball teams, skateboard companies, and veteran’s groups existed or exist in my life because many of the people I have met through these mediums will forever be called my friends, present company included. Read more…