There’s no place like home….and in case you weren’t aware–home is TEXAS! I wear it loud & proud on my back and now, thanks to Ann, I can show it off around my neck!
I love the Spurs. For those of you unaware, the San Antonio Spurs are (in my humble opinion) THE BEST team in the NBA. Of course, I will admit that if you watched last night’s game you might question my sanity a bit. But everyone has an off-night and the Spurs don’t have many. I don’t get to watch as many games as I want anymore, so when I have the time to sit and drink a beer and watch them, it’s always a good time, even when they are playing like crap. Win, lose, or draw–they will always be my Spurs #GoSpursGO
In an effort to provide Addy with maximum smelling opportunities on our walks, I try not to walk the same route every day. One day on our way up the big hill to the park that we normally frequent, I decided to walk on the other side of the street and check out a small patch of trees and grass.
Hero Park is what it’s called and it’s not big–a small square, partially hidden by trees. The park itself is on a steep hill, so your calves definitely get a workout as you follow the path up the hill. I find the tranquility here a bit amusing, as it sits along one of the busiest roads in Staten Island, and yet–unless there’s honking or sirens wailing, you’d never know. Addy is happy to wander around, smelling the flowers, chasing birds, and I’m happy to sit on the bench and daydream a bit.
Honestly, until today the name of park never sunk in. I mean, I’ve walked by it hundreds of times but had you asked me yesterday the name of that park, you would have gotten a shrug followed by an “I dunno.” When I set out for our walk this afternoon, it was with the intention of finding a flying flag in honor of Memorial Day and I thought I’d cut across the park, taking a picture when we entered because, well it always makes me happy. As I snapped the picture, it made me even happier that on today, Memorial Day, I realized that my little gem of a park is, in fact, dedicated to our heros. I looked it up on the NYC Parks website, you know, just to make sure it wasn’t named after someone with the name Hero, and discovered that it was dedicated to the 144 soldiers from Staten Island who died in World War I.
Today we pay tribute to all of those who have served, helping to protect our freedoms–and a reminder that freedom is never free. So a thank you to everyone who has ever sacrificed and served–as well as a promise to be thankful for them not only today, but everyday.
I don’t think it’s any big secret that I love food: hence, my other blog The Epicurious Texan (shameless plug!!). One day a week I have an “I Don’t Leave the Island of Staten” day–and that day usually starts with something yummy for breakfast that usually includes pancakes and bacon, such as these whole wheat cinnamon pancakes schmeared in Nutella.
I know it may sound crazy, but I love to ride the ferry. Granted, it’s a pain in the ass being held to a schedule when the buses and trains to the ferry aren’t cooperating and you just miss a ferry and are stuck hanging out in the terminal for an hour at 2:35am when allllll you want to do is be at home. But still, the ride itself is wonderful–25 minutes of being able to unplug and disconnect and just enjoy the view. And what a view! Whether you like NYC or not, you have to admit the views of harbor are quite spectacular: bridges, skylines, and of course, the main attraction: Lady Liberty herself. Standing there, during the most beautiful day and through the darkest night, serving as a beacon and symbol of our freedom and our liberty.
If I had to pick, she is my favorite part of living in NYC. Everyone said my love of seeing her twice a day would eventually wane. 7 years in and my heart still smiles every single time.
One of the best things about NYC is the opportunity to witness something special when you’re just walking down the street in the middle of the afternoon. Such as the other day when I was walking down 73rd Street on my way to the subway. I came across newlyweds traveling around the city, taking photos at all their special spots–even here at the intersection of 73rd & Columbus Avenue.
I’m not the most trendy person on the planet–by any stretch of the imagination–but recently I’ve been seeing friends on social media post fun pictures with the following hashtag #100happydays.
Finally, curiosity got the better of me; I googled it and found this website 100 Happy Days.
It’s pretty simple: for 100 days, log 1 picture of something that made you happy that day–and then watch the magic happen!
According to the website:
People successfully completing the challenge claimed to:
– Start noticing what makes them happy every day;
– Be in a better mood every day;
– Start receiving more compliments from other people;
– Realize how lucky they are to have the life they have;
– Become more optimistic;
– Fall in love during the challenge.
Even when the challenge is over the collected 100 happy moments can always remind you about the beauty of your life.
I think it allows us to stop and appreciate the beauty in each and every day. Most of us have amazingly wonderful lives, but we’re always so focused on the things we didn’t do or don’t have or can’t achieve that we don’t appreciate it. I’m not sure about you, but I know I tend to do that all the time.
At the start of this year, one of my New Year’s Resolutions was to be nicer to myself and I decided to start this challenge as a reminder that despite the ups, the downs, and all the uncertainty, life for me really is good. I also thought it was a great platform for blog posts. While I originally thought about posting them to The Epicurious Texan, I realized that since the majority of my posts would be NYC related this would be the perfect opportunity to breathe new life into this sadly neglected blog of mine.
And so, without further ado–I bring you my 100 Happy Days!
In honor of Throwback Thursday, I thought I’d share the first thing I saw in NYC.
You see, I was crazy enough to move here sight unseen–so I first laid eyes on NYC the day I arrived. Momma (who lovingly helped me schlep all my shit up here) and I found a hotel, parked the car, and took the shuttle to Times Square, which dropped us off right in front of the McDonalds.
As we got out–this was our first up close & personal view of NYC and Momma whispered “we’re not in Texas anymore…”
No ma’am, we sure ain’t!