What's it all about, Alfie?

Is it just for the moment we live?

What's it all about when you sort it out, Alfie?

Are we meant to take more than we give

or are we meant to be kind?

And if only fools are kind, Alfie, 

then I guess it is wise to be cruel.

For if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie,

what will you lend on an old golden rule?

As sure as I believe, there's a heaven above, Alfie,

I know there's something much more,

something even non-believers can believe in.

I believe in love, Alfie.

Without true love, we just exist, Alfie.

Until you find the love you've missed you're nothing, Alfie.

When you walk, let your heart lead the way

and you'll find love any day, Alfie, Alfie.

 - Burt Bacharach

A Day, or two, of Turkey and Thanks

Having just spent the past five days doing nothing but eating, I can say with a full stomach and heart that this Thanksgiving holiday was a resounding success.  Days spent in gratitude with lots of family, friends, and food, can only result in my smile, a happy souvenir.  I hope your day of turkey and thanks was everything it was suppose to be; and that you can barely walk, per heavy food consumption.  Godspeed.

Pancakes the German Way

Every so often, after a long night's rest, you wake up and are informed that Debbie Dopp is coming over to make her Famous German Pancakes.  It is in that moment when you realize the reason you're alive.  And that reason lies in the fluffy, buttermilk syrup smothered German Pancake. Best Breakfast Ever.

Period.

The Push & Tush

So I have a new set of wheels. Be jealous. They're a little more grown up from the roller backpack with light up wheels that I sported post appendicitis surgery in High School. Yeah, these are legit.

Why the sexy new ride you ask?

It may or may not have something to do with working at a certain zipline...on all hallows eve...in the dark...with customers who don't like to break (or stay conscience while ziping for that matter). The damage? Two severed hamstrings and some crushed rib cartilage comin' right up...delicious. Just cross your fingers and toes and eyes that it'll be a quick recovery. I have a year of physical therapy ahead of me to get back to where I was. No worries. I'm looking forward to sucker punching that little monster of worry that says I won't dance again. Who knows....I'll probably end up stronger than I even was to begin with. 

Cheers.