So Apparently My Ex Isn't The Only One Obsessed With Getting A Piece Of Tail

What My Book Title Would Be

This morning I found that the kittens had gotten into a cubby hole where I stored two dating books. Their playfulness knocked the books onto the floor. And there staring at me was the title: Why hasn't he called?

I read that book amongst others to get inside the head of the single male's mind. And I personally think it is a noble attribute to want to do this for myself. BUT...

And this might change when I decide I want to date someone again...for now however if I were to write a book it would be called:

WHO GIVES A SHIT IF HE CALLS!

This book would be about empowering women to realize how much they have to offer and how much a man should be worshiping the ground we walk on for finding such a wonderful, well-rounded person.

Let the men read books on how to catch and keep a woman. Heck we are the stronger minded gender, the more rational gender and the gender that can multi-task. They should be begging us for our attention!

Candid Carrie's Friday Foto Finish Fiesta

Well I am a bit cat crazy right now so here's my submission for today's foto finish.


These are fotos of my family.

Leo

Sadie (BTW at the Vet today she weighed 1.5 lbs- Vet thinks she will be fine.)























KC

Sadie and my thumb

This is my mother, me, my sister-in-law (to be) Alison, and her sister-in-law (Blechy) I mean Becky (haha--if you knew her you would understand) and my brother's new Mother-in-law.

Yes, those are my sagging titas, which is one of the reasons my friend Sarah is taking me bra shopping this Sunday.

Sadie Puked A Lot Last Night. New Kitty Mommy Exhausted!

Sadie is a piglet. She will steal food from Leo about 100 times her size and he lets her. Baffling. I am actually proud of him for being such a good boy!

But last night Sadie puked about four times, under my bed no less, where it was hard to get to. All the food she ate just came up. She has puked before. She wouldn't drink any water on her own after that and I was quite concerned as she is so tiny that vomitting like that I fear could be fatal. She probably lost half her body weight, no exaggeration.

I took a syringe I had from Olivia and filled it with water and forced it down her. I also took some holistic tummy meds and gave a really tiny dose of the liquid to her, that I had from Olivia as well. She didn't like THAT very much.

She slept in bed with me throughout the night. Again not her usually M.O. Eight hours is a lot for a six week old kitten to sleep at one time.

This morning she went to her bowl to eat. However, the way she ate was quite different than her normal behavior. She usually will not leave the bowl. She did this time. She ended up going back and forth and I saw her take a little water on her own.

She played a little with KC and a sparkly toy I enticed her with. But I am concerned. So I called out from my temp job as a "family emergency". Heck that is why I temp. When I can't work or don't want to I don't and I work as much as I can to help buy me time to build my reputation in the field of my choice.

I may be taking her to the Vet today. I'll keep you posted about what we do.

That Assinine Swinger Show

All I have to say about this pathetic new show is that DTM must be in hog heaven. The idea of the show makes my stomach crawl. But if you have discovered my blog DTM let's just be clear...at least THOSE people were honest and upfront about what they were doing unlike you and that horrible horrible seduction cult you belong to.

This Story Left Me Wordless...And Giggling

Dutch man injures posterior in mooning accident

UTRECHT, Netherlands - Utrecht police say a 21-year-old Dutch man is recovering after a "mooning" that went horribly wrong.

A police statement says the man and two others had run down a street in Utrecht with their pants pulled down in the back "for a joke."

It says that at one point the 21-year-old "pushed his behind against the window of a restaurant" that broke and resulted in "deep wounds to his derriere."

The statement released Tuesday says police detained the three men after the incident Sunday morning. But the cafe owner decided not to press charges after the men agreed to pay for the broken window.

The injured man was treated for his injuries at a nearby hospital.

Posting Early For Wordless Wednesday

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Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeres Sadie!

I chose a name. She is Sadie.

The girl's name Sadie \s(a)-die\. Diminutive of Sarah (Hebrew) "princess".

A few people chose this name but only one blog commentor. Leezee52 offered this suggestion along with my friend Sarah.

I liked a lot of other names. Especially ones that Carrie suggested but they never seemed to roll off the tongue and hours after I thought I would choose one of hers I would completely forget the name. Didn't think that was a good sign. Even the one I initially thought of myself I would have to stop and think, what the heck was that name again.

So Sadie it is.

I don't think Leezee52 participates in Entrecard. Let me know if you will be signing up and I will transfer 100 points to your new account. I have to give Carrie 25 points. She just poured her heart out on this. So please email me to get that going.

My Sex And The City Movie Experience

Sunday afternoon I met up with a Queens movie meetup group in Bayside. It was my first time meeting with this group. I was pleasantly surprised.

The organizer was super personable and down-to-earth. Out of nine folks that RSVP'd yes, five women showed up. We arrived around 12:30 for a 1:30 showing of Sex And The City, The Movie.

For some reason I had to make two bathroom trips before we even got into the movie. Not sure if I am getting an infection or this is just what happens as we age but I kept feeling like I needed to go, not that pressure feeling, but feeling like things were coming out of me but nothing was. So if any of you wise women who read my blog have any words of wisdom on what this is PLEASE for the love of g-d tell me!

OK back to the topic...At first the lobby was rather empty. But about 10 minutes to 1:00 they had us cue up starting right outside of the theater the movie was to play in. By the time they let us in that line was enormous and went down the hall and out to the lobby.

Our theather wasn't full but it certainly wasn't empty. We got great seats and no big-ass woman sat in front of litte five foot me to block my view. Woohoo! There were 20 minutes of previews. HOLY COW!

What surprised me the most was that there were a lot of senior citizens at this movie and many with their husbands. Dirty old men or dragged along with their elderly wives?

All in all it was a decent movie. If you liked the series you'll enjoy this and feel it was worth the price of the ticket. There is ONE scene that is absolutely jaw-dropping hysterically fantastic. You'll know which one this is when you see...

Did you really think I would spoil it for you?

Our meetup group rated this movie 3.5 starts on a scale of 5.

If you went to see the movie let us know what you thought.

Sex In The City Movie Today

Since I am not getting any Sex In The City I figure I will go see it in the theater.

I'm ok with not getting any really, considering the last time I was with someone it was with the manipulative sedouche bag. [Oh no she did not! -- Oh Yes, she did! :O)

I'm doing this with a Queens Meetup group and totally psyched to see it. Ticket is pre-purchased.

I suppose it will be about 100 women in the theater and one guy hoping to meet 100 women. HA!

Not much different than women who go to sporting events to meet men. Although women who go to sporting events to meet men realize that the men she will meet aren't going to be buff atheletes. On the other hand, I do think the men going to this think that they are going to meet women who are just like the characters portrayed. It's just part of the whole male fantasy thing they almost always have going on in their head.

I'll let you know what I think when I get home.

Half A Vote?

I am changing the topic for today's post because it's my blog and I can do what I want! Hrumph!

DNC should stand for Dumb Numnuts Committee! Half a vote! HALF A VOTE! This is the epitomy of liberalism gone array.

My parents live in Florida. They didn't make the law. They didn't write the rules. They are not half a person. Pardon my French folks but...this is Bullshit!

I know that my family has been life-long registered Democrats but I swear to you this Democrat is seriously thinking of switching party affiliations.

The values that I grew up with that used to be values that were shared with this particular political party, I believe no longer exist within this party. This political party has been taken over by the most left-wing racists who use bully tactics to stop dialogue.

This week Geraldine Ferrarro said, "Since March, when I was accused of being racist for a statement I made about the influence of blacks on Obama’s historic campaign, people have been stopping me to express a common sentiment: If you’re white you can’t open your mouth without being accused of being racist."

I agree with Ms. Ferrarro. The facts are behind her reputation. (To talk about this subtopic could take an entire other post.)

My views on this may not be politically correct or popular with some readers but they are mine nonetheless and I stand by them.

The extremist way the leaders of the Democratic party bully others into silence is the EXACT reason I HATED the Republican party as a child and young adult. But it seems to me there has been a huge shift and while there are a handful of offensive positions and players in the Republican party, there is an epidemic of this in the Democratic party.

Supposedly in the guise of "being fair" my parents votes are going to count but only half as much as any other citizen in the nation. Just how the hell is THAT fair?

It's not! It's just pandering bullshit.

Kitty Cucumber And No Name Kitty

Carrie and others have commented how this itty bitty looks like Kitty Cucumber, or Cucumber Kitty. Never heard of her before. So I did a google search. I found this quilt for sale somewhere and copied the photo for your humble review.

I am NOT going to call her cucumber. But I do find this amusing. :-)

I Need A Name Please

OK I took two itty bitties home. This one needs a name. She is 5 weeks old and is not even from the same litter.

One of the office techs had been nursing her at home and took her to the Vet today to be adopted. The tech did such an amazing job socializing this one that when I sat near the kitty condo to see KC this one walked right up to me and wanted my full attention. I just could not resist.

No I will NOT be telling my mother quite yet. Mom is always worried about me and finances etc...and I just don't want to hear it nor stress her out. Mom has CLL. (Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia) As far as I know she doesn't know my blog address so if she mentions this second itty bitty she is BUSTED!

I don't know if it is my lack of photography skills or my camera but I just can't seem to do justice to how incredibly adorable this cat is. KC is so tiny and this one is smaller. She follows me around and loves to give kisses.

Since KC is named after Keisha and Casper and Leo is named using my initial and then after Emily and Olivia, I'd like to name this one after my first cat, Shana. I am thinking Shaila. But am not 100%.

So I'd like to open it up to my readers. I should tell you I don't like names like fluffy etc...I like people names. I'd like to make this a contest for the best (in my opinion) "S" name. If you participate in Entrecard, and if I end up choosing anything other than Shaila (pronounced Shay La) I will gladly give 100 entrecard points to the winner. I will choose a name in less than a week.

Thanks for your help. And mums the word to my Mom. Shhhhh!

Another Crane Collapses In NYC

AP Photo/via WABC TV

Just about an hour ago or less another crane collapsed in Manhattan. This time it is at 91st Street and First Avenue.

When I first moved to NYC I took a roomate rental on 92nd Street between first and second avenue. JUST AROUND THE BLOCK FROM THIS LOCATION.

I know someone who lives on first avenue about half a block from this accident.

They are saying that two people have been killed. Confirmed one person died. There are four people in the hospital that they could find so far. It looks like the crane was secured properly to the building and that the top of it toppled off. I guess this could have been worse. But what is going on with these cranes that so many are causing such devistating destruction?

Is the design of the modern crane such that they are faulty? Is it human error? WTF!!

It looks horrible.

Drowsey Has Done It Again

Drowsey has the funniest post about an online birthday card and her cats strange reaction to it.

She left the link to the card for her readers to listen to. I could not resist. I had to see what Leo's reaction would be. This is the second video I took of him. The first time I taped him listening to the card he ran around the room.

Then I played back that video on my tiny Flip Video camera with the smallest little speaker and he heard THAT and started to get upset and jumped on my lap. So I played the card on the computer again and this is what I caught. Watch it full through so you can not only see his response but hear his response.




Also see Candid Carries Friday Foto Fiesta for more fun and funny pix.

Fun News

A new love is coming into my life. No it's not the 18 year old in the background ;-)

This little itty bitty is KC. (pronounced like Casey)

She is named after my childhood lovebugs, Keisha and Casper.

I picked her out of a litter of 5 itty bitties yesterday evening. They believe she is 7 weeks old. There was another I was thinking of getting, a black cat also female. But after a very hard choice I am taking only one...this little critter.

She fits in the palm of my hands. She is a little noisy, but what I liked most is that she seemed to like to sit on my lap and she let me rub her belly.

Emily was also a gray kitty, loved belly rubs and I miss being able to do this. Leo won't allow it. He is a rough and tumble little boy.

This litter is being dewormed and so for a few days while they monitor them I am lettting her stay at the Vet so that Leo won't get sick if they do infact have worms.

She has some striking markings which were a bit hard to capture since she is so curious and likes to explore, that getting still photos of her was hard.

Also check out Candid Carries Friday Foto Fiesta for another fun kitty photo.

Younger And Smarter

As I begin to think about how to write about this topic my heart is racing and I can feel my body telling me it does not like this situation.

On May 22nd I received an email in my inbox from a woman named LynnAnn. She writes in the subject line, " 'vv' and a past we have in common, please read" (vv is a female pain condition with no western known cause or cure.)

I wrote in my post about Sacred Contracts that I was sick for many years rendering me unable to have or even want to have sex. Long story short, I became a "leader" in that community and started a website so others would not feel isolated upon their diagnoses. Through that site this email popped into my box.

Well all things considered, knowing the location of the problem, my heart is racing as I open that email. My breathing becomes intense and fast and all I can think is what the heck am I about to read. I'm skimming the email fast for words like AIDS, HIV, or Herpes.

This was the opening of that email to me:
Sorry, I didn't mean to be cryptic but I am sure that you get a lot of emails and i want to make certain that you read this one. I too have had the same diagnosis and a similar path with the same medical problem. But in addition to all of that we also share a past boyfriend.

Then she wrote the name of the guy. (Not a happy memory for me.) The last guy I dated while in college. I graduated in 1995.

She didn't say too much more. But I knew exactly where her head was because in 1999 when I developed this condition my first thought was that I had some kind of STD.

Upon getting that email however my first thought was HOW THE HECK DOES SHE KNOW ABOUT ME DATING HIM?

I am realizing that alot of my lessons that surround other lessons are that although I am a question asker for sure, I have often been afraid to ask the important ones for fear of the other person's reactions etc...So no more of that. And so I asked her.

And amongst other things this is what I heard back:
No we didn't got to school together. I went to Q college. I dated "S" from February, 1990 on. Now this is all from my perspective- I know now that there was an overlap period when he dated the two us. He and I were on again off again - His idea- and apparently he dated you during one of our off again times. Then we were on again and I guess he was still seeing you though I didn't know it at the time and I can only guess that you didn't know about me either. Even though he did a lot of things that are "less than honorable" (to put it mildly-) in my book. We are still in touch.Some how or other when were talking about my diagnosis your name came up. I guess he googled you or something. I have thought about contacting you for a while now and it took some time to get up my nerve. Not an easy letter to write, you know?

YEAH LynnAnn, yes I know and I also know it is not an easy letter to receive either.

Then she says this:
I haven't read your history on the website in a while, so I don't know how your doing now. But I can only hope that you are well, and I DO appreciate you taking the time out of your life to respond to me.

She hasn't read my history on the website is a while! How long has she known about me, about my site and more importantly how long has he!

Before I go on with this story of mine let me clarify some thoughts behind sharing this with my blog readers. I realize now that for a very large part of my life I lived in a foggy state. Unconscious in many of my own choices. So many times I never even thought to question certain behavior of the men I dated. Why would I question it if the pattern in my life was consistent between most of the men, I never had another reference point to tell me the things they said or did weren't proper and in my best interest. Realizing this now only in the last few years, I also realize that I cannot be alone in that. There are probably so many other women living in the fog.

Writing these particular stories on this blog is my way of releasing. I trust that those of you who have found me will treat my "confessions of an idiot dater" with respect and also understand and respect my need to confess my stupidity and lessons I have learned. AND realize this is just one part of me.

And perhaps some other woman who googles some keywords will happen upon this post and see similarities in her story and get a wake up call to change herself and her patterns too.

For shits and giggles at the NYEXPO this year, I went to Jill Dahne who told me,"Every year you get younger and smarter."


(I captured this short video back in April while walking to meet a date. And as I believe in the language of symbolism I realize it was a sign telling me that I was smarter now and would assess this person properly.)

Well, back to the email from LynnAnn. The man we have in common was a man I broke it off with, who then decided to stalk me. I would see him drive around the block of my apartment, wait for me outside of classes and I received many letters, usually 5 or more pages hand-written front and back telling me about how we should be together, none of which I would answer.

Getting letters professing someone's feelings for you can be a great thing. It matters the context. However when we were dating "s" was emotionally abusive and started to become 'handsy' with me toward the end, grabbing my elbow hard and twisting my arm literally.

I left my home at the age of 20 because of physical and emotional abuse from my father and it was something I was clear about that I would not live with for the rest of my life. And so I dumped him.

Ours was not a relationship built on any solid foundation. We did not separate because of things that could be repaired. And from what I remember, any time I let him know that I wanted marriage and family he made it clear it would never be in the cards.

It was a no brainer to be free of him.

I moved no less than five times since breaking it off with him. I never left a forwarding address with the post office. I contacted all creditors and friends and family directly of my next move. But somehow about 9-10 years ago a letter pops into my mailbox where I was living at the time. No return address.

I honestly do not remember a lick of what was in that letter. I only remember who it was from and my reaction to it. It was from "s". I was hysterical. I ran to a neighbor who, about to get into the shower at the time, ran for the first thing she could find to cover up, a rain slicker, and invited me in and helped me calm my nerves down.

She got me to realize I had to make a report to the police. And that is what I did. I walked into the precinct and met with a detective. That detective told me he was going to call this man, didn't care if he had friends who were cops, and that I could be sure that "s" would NEVER contact me again.

Until May 22nd of this year I didn't hear another thing about or from him.

I wrote back to LynnAnn and I let her know in great detail about all the stalking he has done to me over the years.

Then I turned inward to see how my body was feeling, and try to figure out why this was put in front of me at this time.

It's no accident that I am reading Sacred Contracts right now. Much of what I am reading has been very helpful to keeping myself centered while dealing with this psychic attack. I was not crumbling this time. And I won't.

I doubt that LynnAnn will see things as I do. As Caroline Myss writes in Anatomy of the Spirit in meeting a woman suffering from AIDS as well as addiction, (paraphrasing) "I could have had the cure to AIDS in one hand and a cigarrette in the other and although she would have wanted to take the cure for AIDS I knew she would have taken the cigarrette."

I woke up this morning from a nightmare. In that nighmare "s" showed up. I tell him I am not afraid of you this time. You cannot hurt me. I am feeling confident and proud of myself. And then he pulls out a gun with a silencer on it and I run for my life.

I guess this is still stuck in my subconscious. And so I am using my blog today to get this the hell out of me!

---From Daily Om:
We are on this earth, in our physical bodies, because our souls have things to learn that we could not learn in any other way. It is through our physical body and the physical world that we can experience life. Purely spiritual beings are just that - they are in a state of being rather than doing – in a place that is beyond the limitations of time and space. But when we incarnate on the physical plane, we are automatically subject to the laws of physics and the world of dualities. In this place, we know what happiness is because we have experienced sadness, and we understand the value and power of light because we have known darkness. Knowing this, we have the opportunity to let ourselves be spiritual beings having a physical experience...

We can live from the place of oneness while truly appreciating the beauty of diversity, the bittersweet feel of love and loss, and the elation of triumph over challenges and adversity. It is through these opposites that we experience life itself, and we can ride through the dark times with the understanding that it will help us to appreciate the light of life and love and spirit more fully."

Sea Cliff On Memorial Day

My friend Sarah and I went to Sea Cliff today to exchange energy work. I felt so pulled to go to this spot today and Sarah was completely agreeable.





I didn't know why I felt so pulled to go to this spot today. When we arrived I saw that there is a memorial to war veterans that gave their life right at the spot I told her I very much wanted to go today. Very befitting for Memorial Day, don't you think?

Here are the photos from our day.

We laid our blanket down to exchange energy work
in that wide open spot just past the bush in this photo.

Sarah is taking a photo of a flower on the tree.
















Here's me trying to be artsy with my camera.
I think this shot is cool!

















And here is why Sea Cliff is called Sea Cliff.
this is the view of the harbor.

My Memorial Day And Sacred Contracts

Memorial Day here in the United States is supposed to be a day or in this case weekend to remember the men and women in the armed service who have given their lives defending our freedom and country.

It's a day to REMEMBER.

It's funny the things I remember. And I think about this a lot. I took a trip to Barnes and Noble this week to find something to read to keep myself busy while temping. I went almost straight to the self-help section and there was Caroline Myss's book Sacred Contracts. I read Anatomy of the Spirit and use it often when teaching students of mine about energy medicine. I knew I was supposed to have this book too.

Sacred Contracts is about our archetypal patterns. It's a long book upwards of 400 pages. I am about 1/4 through the book. There are exercises to do and they require that you go back to your relationships and delve in. HA! Should not be a problem for me :-)

In order to figure out the archetypes in your life, the things you came here to learn and why, you have to look at your patterns and also the patterns of the people you seem to keep meeting over and over. In doing so, hopefully you will figure out why you do what you do and how you can change what is clearly not working for you.

I see patterns that seem to make sense with friends and men I have dated and when I read about the archetypes that I feel sound like me, it made a lot of sense why there was a pattern with the men I dated.

Sounds simple...sort of!

But if your archetypal patterns have the underlying lessons of self esteem and forgiveness it will make total sense to realize why you keep dating Hedonists.

According to Myss, a medical intuitive, this archetype has an appetite for the pleasurable aspects of life, from good food and wine to sexuality and sensuality...Indulging the self is central to the psyche of this archetype, whether treating oneself to health spa or learning the nuances of love making. (BING BING BING on the last one...DTM and much of that was The Plant too)...The Hedonist is someone who pursuses extremes of self-indulgence and the challenges of this archetype are the fear of being seduced and losing control in the physical world. The shadow side of this archetype is that many pursue pleasure without regard for other people or one's own good health.

She continues to explain that "the search for physical ecstacy parellels the search for spiritual transformation, a truth that is apparent in the dual identity of Dionysus."

I have known for some time that we have lessons to learn and the longer we ignore the lesson the harder and more obvious it gets so that it basically smacks us in the face and we can no longer ignore it. Being involved with DTM was my smack in the face. While he hid a lot, there were things that were made extremely clear to me.

What is positive about meeting this type of person is that they have the power to open the hearts of the person they are with. Of course that person most often doesn't realize they are being manipulated. And the person that is with the Hedonist realizes that they do have the capacity to love.

When I met The Plant, I had just gotten through years of a female pain condition that rendered me unable to enjoy sex, or want sex. I won't get into the deeper issues here, this post is LONG enough. But I had not been with men for many years due to this health issue. It had kept me from opening myself up to loving another. And while he was completely a Hedonist, I fell deeper for him than any other man I have met before or since. And so yes, he taught me I could love. BUT when it was over I was devistated in a way I never knew could exist and I spent a year on my floor crying and wishing I were dead.

I did meet someone about a year later but I could feel nothing for this man and the relationship was not good. DTM was the first I let back into my heart after so many years. It took another Hedonist.

Here's the catch for the female in this situation. She MUST be emotionally independent and have good self-esteem to be immune from his manipulations. If the Hedonist meets such a person it will be a match. He will be forced to change because she is the challange and she couldn't care less about his bullshit.

In looking at my archetypal patterns I realized that much of my lessons are just that, to learn to love myself unconditionally and not be so hard on me, hence building good strong self-esteem and to be more emotionally independent.

So each time I bump into these ASSHOLES I was suppose to realize that they were there to teach me those two things about and for myself.

And that is how I saw them and honestly still see them, as assholes. However, now I realize how grateful I need to be to each and every one of them for teaching me this lesson.

The Plant taught me that I was capable of loving, deeply loving another person and DTM did teach me to be more emotionally independent and to work on building my self-esteem. In having to confront him, face to face, I had to believe those things live in me and verbally kick his ass in standing up for myself, basically teaching myself that I am worthy. In yelling at him I was screaming to my own soul to stop treating me like shit.

For far too long I lived on the shadow side of this lesson...needing the approval of others and trying to be true to myself. But this was compromising who I am and giving away a piece of my spirit to that other person, each time I bought into their excuse for why their bad behavior was somehow my fault.

I was easily manipulated. I wanted the acceptance.


About 2 years ago, I was told by a clairvoyant that I trust and have known for years, that before I can meet my beshert I need to be stronger. To me at the time it was baffling. I lived for three years with an excrutiating pain condition and I beat it. I lived through a severe depression, a breakdown and worked my way out of it. And so I viewed myself as strong. What the heck could that mean? And then I read the following:

Manipulation is the art of making another person's spirit dance for personal amusement. Only through honoring oneself can we become strong enough to refuse to dance.

Whether I like it or not, I agreed before coming into this life to learn certain lessons with certain people, so that they too would learn what they came here to learn. The reasons I am to learn this in this lifetime will be revealed to me at another time and I must just have faith in this and let it be.

It is not that I somehow caused these men to treat me badly...that is their lot in life and part of their lesson to learn, with me. My repeated history with men like this is because I have to work on becoming stronger and each time I find myself in a similar role with a new man I know I have not fully completed my work.

I now need to work on forgiveness. I have been so hurt and angry for what was done to me. It was afterall completely humiliting and I focused my thoughts outward to the person who hurt me so badly. I am going to work on forgiving them and for thanking them for bringing my lessons to me, ultimately leading me to the path of being strong enough to meet my life mate.

Friday's Flick

Here's a fun home video from Brian, who wrote the wedding meal blessing for my blog.

It's about 30 minutes long, so go make some popcorn and be ready to see the sights of NYC as well as his adorable little boy Jacob.