"Life is short and the world is waiting..."
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Of little importance
I have absolutely nothing to say, but I thought I would just say that. It's been a while since I updated and you guys are giving me pains for that. This is my blog, not yours! But I guess I should be grateful you all are so interested in my random rantings.
So summer is definantly gone. The leaves are all dying and falling all over the place. Fall is bad for anyone with OCD. Like me. I'm itching to go outside and rake up all these leaves. But I know as soon as I do, more will fall. I'd never put the rake down.
For once, my rambling isn't coming out smoothly. See what happens when you all pressure me?! Anyways, here you all are. My update. Enjoy. Yup... :-)
So summer is definantly gone. The leaves are all dying and falling all over the place. Fall is bad for anyone with OCD. Like me. I'm itching to go outside and rake up all these leaves. But I know as soon as I do, more will fall. I'd never put the rake down.
For once, my rambling isn't coming out smoothly. See what happens when you all pressure me?! Anyways, here you all are. My update. Enjoy. Yup... :-)
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
How We Roll
"I think we did something wrong"~Bruno
"Funny thing, me too."~ Nik
"Funny thing, me too."~ Nik
"What should we do?" ~Bruno
"What we always do..." ~Nik
"Go to your mom's house?" ~Bruno
"No. The other thing... run!" ~Nik
Friday night was great! Bruno and I took on the role of two "gangsters" trying to take on Cincinnati. The goal was to appear as two pathetic criminals who try to be tough but end up making fools of themselves. We did the part perfectly. Actually, we didn't have to try too hard, it just came so naturally. I bet that got some of you guys laughing. Especially if you saw us trying to steal "sodas" from the refreshment tables. Anyways, here are a few Pictures.
Presenting Nik and Bruno
Gangster: No job too low.
Photo Credits to Gabriella DeStephano.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Russian Roulette
Russian Roulette: The game of Chance. You flirt with death, look Her right in the face. You can feel yourself trembling as you slide the bullet into the chamber. The steel is cold against your hand, which is hot and sweaty. You swallow hard, spin the cylinder and put the muzzle to your head.
The clock on the wall suddenly sounds so much louder, the room colder. Inside you are sweating and trmebling. You know that at any second you will end or spare your life. Your mind begins to wander to the people you know and love, wandering if you will be missed should things go wrong. Images of all those moments that people have hurt you burns into your mind and you grip the gun harder. You close your eyes tightly...
The clock on the wall suddenly sounds so much louder, the room colder. Inside you are sweating and trmebling. You know that at any second you will end or spare your life. Your mind begins to wander to the people you know and love, wandering if you will be missed should things go wrong. Images of all those moments that people have hurt you burns into your mind and you grip the gun harder. You close your eyes tightly...
The phone rings which then connects to the answering machine. It's your best friend calling, asking where you are and if you are okay. Suddenly, life doesn't seem so bad. The gun drops to the floor, trigger unpulled.
Friday, September 2, 2011
The Night He Fell in Love
I was standing at the airport the other day, waiting to catch my flight home from Italy when I happened to look over and see this older gentleman sitting alone on one of the benches. He looked a little lonely, so I wandered over and asked to join him.
With a small smile he nodded and I sat. It was quiet for a moment until he broke the silence. We started small talk and soon he told me that it was the anniversary of his wife of 67 years death. I felt awkward, but I felt it wrong to leave him after him sharing that with me. So I asked him how they met.
The story was thus: It was her first date when he came to call on her. She was only 18 and he 21. He took her to a show in town and when he walked her home, the stars were out. He held her hand and he felt like he was walking ten feet off the ground. The way she smiled at him stole his breath and he fell in love. He was walking her home.
Ten years later he was in the waiting room at one o'clock in the morning. They had a son, and she smiled when she said "he has your eyes." As she slept he held her and he thought about that first night. They wondered through the best days of their lives. 60 years together and he never left her side.
Then at a nursing home, the doctors said it would be her last night. When the nurse checked her room that night, she saw him laying by her side... he was walking her home. Just for a while, they were 18 again and she was still more beautiful to her than anything in life.
A true love story. I left the airport feeling a little hollow inside. Wishing I had a woman to walk with me. But I know I will.
With a small smile he nodded and I sat. It was quiet for a moment until he broke the silence. We started small talk and soon he told me that it was the anniversary of his wife of 67 years death. I felt awkward, but I felt it wrong to leave him after him sharing that with me. So I asked him how they met.
The story was thus: It was her first date when he came to call on her. She was only 18 and he 21. He took her to a show in town and when he walked her home, the stars were out. He held her hand and he felt like he was walking ten feet off the ground. The way she smiled at him stole his breath and he fell in love. He was walking her home.
Ten years later he was in the waiting room at one o'clock in the morning. They had a son, and she smiled when she said "he has your eyes." As she slept he held her and he thought about that first night. They wondered through the best days of their lives. 60 years together and he never left her side.
Then at a nursing home, the doctors said it would be her last night. When the nurse checked her room that night, she saw him laying by her side... he was walking her home. Just for a while, they were 18 again and she was still more beautiful to her than anything in life.
A true love story. I left the airport feeling a little hollow inside. Wishing I had a woman to walk with me. But I know I will.
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