So, a lot of things went on yesterday, Cinco de Mayo, Mark and Julie's wedding, Polish Constitution Day, the Kentucky Derby, the De La Hoya fight, it was a busy Saturday. It was a nice ceremony at Cancer Survivor's Garden. We barely made it there on time, after almost crashing on LSD and parking under the Prudential Plaza we raced down Randolph to the park. I'm glad I made it to the wedding and honored to have been invited since it was for "family and close friends". It turned out really nice.
We spent the rest of the day and evening chilling. Took some naps, watched Meet the Fockers, passed out. All in all it was a good day.
Today was pretty uneventful. The usual Sunday morning routine, Medici's on 57th, mmm...croissants. ATHF is on now, damn that reminds me, I still have to watch the movie. Not to mention TMNT and Spider-Man 3. There just isn't enough time.
I did get to my miles this afternoon. I ran into one of my ball players at the park, I guess they did have enough kids after all to play both games yesterday. My program might still in good shape. Although I feel kind of guilty for not being there yesterday, I guess we got blown out, but whatta ya gonna do? We're a young program. We're "rebuilding", heh.
Another point brought up today was the issue of "blogging" v. "journaling". Let me explain. This is a constant battle for me, well, battle's a little strong. I guess it's an issue. Do I, do we write to entertain or just for posterity's sake? I mean, most of the time I write with the intention or aim of my writing being read. I write with the reader, any reader, in mind. Then, other times, I treat this like a journal, a diary. It's basically a "what I did today/this weekend/this week" kind of blog. I guess mine is bi-polar, switching back and forth.
If it were truly a blog, I could easily think of topics. Just today I touched on boycotting Wal-Mart, the Dalai Lama being in town, my hatred of those timed water faucets, and capitalism in America as opposed to Japan. So yeah, I'm sure I could think of something to write about on a daily basis. The hard part is getting my ass focused enough to start, because once I do, it just flows...
Anyway, it's late, I've got a loooooong week ahead of me. But I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
It may be dim, but it's there.
Hugs and Kisses,
the real N.O.R.E.