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She'll learn enough lessons to last a lifetime.
When you give a girl a Papa she'll have the best adventures.
She'll run around atop his shoulders and learn to fly. Her imagination will never run dry and she'll always be down for a laugh. He'll tell her stories and wipe away her tears. When you give a girl a Papa she'll have memories to last her years.
Papa is German for Dad but in America, it has become a slang term for grandpa. And while it is just a word, for some, it has a deeper meaning. Papa isn't just a grandfather, he's a best friend, the instigator of mischief, a protector, a storyteller, a rock, the strongest man you know and, most importantly, a hero.
Papa can turn ordinary, everyday activities into an adventure. From a young age, I was running behind him as quickly as my little legs could carry me ready for that day's adventure. I was always down for anything Papa was doing, following him in his daily chores and mimicking his every move. Cuddling up and watching sports in his lazy chair was my favorite time of the day because he always told the best stories. Sitting there hanging onto every word he said because it was the most important thing I ever heard.
Papa is full of experience and wisdom. His wise words provide comfort every time I am sad. He can always make me laugh to fight the tears away. I'm not sure how, but he always knows what to say to make me feel better. Papa is a fearless force that never bows and is never broken. He can weather all of the storms while smiling and laughing. I can only hope to have that resilience when facing life's problems. And when Papa was struggling with his own battles, I will stand right next to him, ready to fight and do all I can for him.
Papa can do a happy dance via the phone so he is the person to call when something good happens. He is always there to celebrate life and all its joy. And, even though he tried to hide them, he cried happy tears the day of my high school graduation. I pretended not to notice.
Leaving Nana and Papa's house is always the worst part of the trip. Driving away waving my hand in the air with tears welling in my eyes because I can't wait for the next adventure. Disappointing Papa was the scariest thing you I could think of, but I knew that he would never stay that way for long. There was always a lesson to learn from mistakes.
He is the man I model all men after. If they don't treat me the way Papa demonstrated, they are not worthy of my time. If they don't make me laugh or have that twinkle of passion in their eyes and fire in their soul like my Papa, then they aren't the man for me.
Papa is my hero. I would give anything to be like him, to stand strong and hold the world together when it just wants to fall apart. To be able to make anyone laugh and feel right at home. To fight for what I believe in and work hard to achieve my goals. To have charisma and charm. To deal with people who wrong me with class and kindness. To follow my faith with questions because that is the only way to make your beliefs stronger. To be the person everyone speaks of with a fond memory in their eye.
At the end of it all, he is my Papa and no one can take his place. I can and will drop anything to be by his side. He has shaped me into the person that I am working to be. I will always call him for advice and kind words.
Best friends come in many forms, but my favorite will always be my Papa.
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The middle of New York: Thousands of movie scenes, dozens of songs. We remember the chilling and horrifying Taxi Driver which graced the screens in 1976. Scorsese and his brilliancy. We remember a young Jodie Foster, trapped, afraid, abused on the midnight streets of a dirty and somber city that truly never sleeps. We remember Carrie, yes Carrie Bradshaw with her long, luscious blonde locks aimlessly wandering Madison avenue. So elegant even at the midnight hour. We can still hear Sinatra belt out his ode to the city that houses Central Park, MOMA, the MET, and now Taylor Swift in the summer. This city has character, it has value. It houses a double-entendre of danger and sex. Somehow, the danger transcends into a sexiness. If you can conquer New York, you can conquer anything (in the bedroom). The Big Apple, Gotham, The City that Never Sleeps, I had arrived.
I proceeded to seek solace inside of a Starbucks near Times Square. I needed to think. Lay out a plan. I was too distracted with my menagerie of music on the Greyhound to actually devise a game plan for the time until take off. I opened a large door that led into the coffee king’s layer. This Starbucks was bare and filled with loquacious late night individuals. I thought to myself, Damn, these are the famous New York vagrants. I went past the loiterers and immediately headed to the counter.
“Venti Iced Caramel Macchiato,” I said, sheepishly.
“Sure, thing,” Danny, the barista responded.
In the end, I actually did end up receiving my latte I had dreamed for. Danny quickly made the latte, faster than any barista I had ever scene. I always enjoyed the Starbucks scene. I always imagined the Starbucks Baristas as a little cult, a sort of exclusive, Gretchen Weiners, “You Can’t Sit With Us” mentality. They were elite, they were interesting, they were hipsters. Each and everyone possessed a different sort of talent and ability. Perhaps Barista A was a Master at the Macchiato while Barista B was a Lover of the Latte and an Aficionado of the Affogato. It was an art, an art that every Barista did differently, like Van Gogh and Dali: both elegant, genius, divine but in separate areas of study.
“Here sir,” Danny muttered.
“Thank you,” On Wednesday’s do you wear pink?
I sipped the delicacy. Danny had made it perfectly. The flavors of the milk danced the tango with the espresso quite well. The caramel drizzle perfectly blended its way through the mix adding subtle flavor. As I continued drinking my liquid courage, I popped open my laptop and started researching. I needed to figure out the schematics of JFK. I needed to know if I could hang out there for a long period of time. It was integral to the whole plan. My flight out of JFK was set to depart at 4 p.m. It was now 12:25 a.m. I had well over 14 hours to spare, 14 I did not want to spend alone in the streets of New York. While searching, I found a great blog that rates certain airports on their so called “sleep ability” and labels out the pros and cons of the experience clearly. I searched until I found what I was looking for: John F. Kennedy International Airport. Click. The browser refreshed and reappeared with a plethora of information on the iconic airport. I gazed for several minutes reading through reviews of different passengers recounting their experiences. For the most part, many travelers seemed to agree that the airport could entertain a wanderlust for hours. With six terminals, travelers explained that you could take the AirTrain to each one and explore the different seating arrangements. I kept on reading and discovered that certain terminals had better seating, better comfort, and well, better food. Upon making a conclusion, I figured out that Terminal 5 was the place to start.
I inputed the Terminal into google maps and Voila! It would take me one hour and three minutes to get to Terminal 5 (that had a Dunkin Donuts and comfortable chairs.) I had to take the E Train for the majority of the trip followed by the AirTrain in Jamaica. I had to rely on Starbucks WiFi to get the directions because I had no data at the time. I had to take a screenshot of the step-by-step directions to avoid getting lost in the New York underground during a somewhat sketchy part of the night. I surveyed the establishment around me and thought it was best to go. The Starbucks drifters were beginning to pile in and I was not in the mood to hear their stories of wayward pasts and disheveled futures. I quickly packed away my backpack and flung it onto my back. Damn this thing is so heavy. I quickly clenched my fists in pain and started the trek out the door.
I headed back to the bus terminal where a subway station lied underneath. This would be the point of entrance to catch the E Train. It was getting colder and tiny snowflakes had started to fall. One happened to grace the tip of my nose. I gazed at it, cross-eyed and in wonder. I truly did love the snow. Enduring an East Coast Winter for the first time was definitely an experience.
Once I made my way into the terminal I darted downstairs to the station and went to the Fare Machine. I took out my Visa and punched in the information. I slid my card in and waited. What the hell. The screen froze. Betwixt and befuddled, I waited for the screen to return to the beginning. I tried the same steps again. Still, the same result was boded. I tried a third time, and after that I was stumped. I realized I could not check my Chase balance via the application because of the data problem. I quickly texted the shortcode CHASE and Bal and within seconds received incredulous information. Oh my god. The maleficent machine had stolen my money. I was aghast with horror. I had already lost so much money on the Greyhound, the Uber, and now this. I was pissed. Hell, I was in a rage. I set my eyes on an attendant’s station and raised over there to give my two cents (which I had lost times 500.)
“Is there a problem,” Rhonda, the attendant, quailed. F'k yeah there’s a problem
“Yes, the machine stole my money. I tried several times to get a ticket, but nothing happened. It charged me for each failed transaction.”
“Happens a lot. I’m afraid. Call this number,” she handed me a card. “They should be able to help you.” You mean you cannot help me?!
“Oh, so there’s nothing you can do?”
“No,” she barked. I was stunned. I had never heard of such foolishness. Of course, when I tried to call there was no answer, just a lousy answering machine regretting to inform me that I had not reached the New York Metropolitan Transportation Authority during normal business hours.
They hide in silence
Where we corrupt them with our own words
Where we can never hear them because
the only way you can hear is not to speak.
In the sky
It's their turn to watch us.
Watch as we fight our own and go to war
Watch as we release our foreign venom, slowly killing the air
Watch as we bury our dead and honor our just born
Watch as we think ourselves heroes and villains
Watch as we judge one another for the color of skin.
They laugh, for we are the same to them.
Why can't we see that, they ask?
But we don't answer because we have never cared to listen.
These songs will have you crying yourself to sleep for no reason.
Out of all the playlists and songs I have had over the years, these songs are either relate-able to everyone's life or have been at some point. While they're sad, they're all beautifully composed and sang and deserve appreciation whether they're relate-able to your life currently or not.
1. Unwind by Healy
I’ve been working all week / No lie / Can't sleep and I don’t why
2. What You Do by James Gillespie
No work, no worries here / Everything's for free / When the world turns upside down / You should blame it on me
3. I'm Sorry by Joyner Lucasfarm5.staticflickr.com
How could you? / Maybe it's my fault / I should have paid more attention to what you been doing / Maybe I should have been more of an influence [This video may be inappropriate for some users.]
4. Transpose by Bad Suns
Sleepless nights aren't new to me / All these thoughts are killing me / Someone come and put me to ease / All of my anxiety, there's no cause that I can see
5. The Other by Lauv
We fell from the peak / And the stars, they broke their code / I'm trying to forget / How I landed on this road / I'm caught in between
6. High Highs to Low Lows by Lolo Zouai
I'm not okay these days / Dreams come and go / I stay
7. Footprints by Molly Kate Kestner
You can take the road less travelled / Yeah, I'd probably do that too / But if you're lost and feeling broken / Through and through / You can follow the footprints I left for you
8. Breathe Me by Sia
Ouch, I have lost myself again / Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found / Yeah I think that I might break
9. Youth by Daughter
And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones / 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs / Setting fire to our insides for fun
10. Figures by Jessie Reyez
I wish I could hurt you back / Love, what would you do if you couldn't get me back / You're the one who's gonna lose / Something so special, something so real
11. Unknown (To You) by Jacob Banks
Tell me that it's over / Tell me that you mean it / This time is true / Tell me that I'm unknown / To you
12. Bloodstream by The Chainsmokers
I gave up three times this week / Went through those feelings / Like I wasn't worth nothing
13. Liability by Lorde
They say, "You're a little much for me / You're a liability/You're a little much for me"
14. Bruises by Lewis Capaldi
I've been holding on to hope that you'll come back when you can find some peace / Cause every word that I've heard spoken since you left feels like a hollow street
15. Sorry by Aquilo
I left the light on so you could see me in the dark / But then it blinded us and left us who we are
16. Two Ghosts by Harry Styles
We're not who we used to be / We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me / Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
17. Heal by Tom Odell
Take my mind / And take my pain / Like an empty bottle takes the rain
18. The Burden by Weeping Willows
Jealousy is such a heavy burden / Sneaks into my soul and never sleeps
19. 9 Crimes by Damien Rice
Leave me out with the waste / This is not what I do / It's the wrong kind of place / to be thinking of you
20. Falling by The Civil Wars
Please tell me you know / I've got to let you go / I can't help falling out of love with you.
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Who doesn't love a good old barbecue? Summertime with all the delicious grilled steaks and kabebs, along with juicy colorful veggies on top – a total bliss! Exactly, even the thought of grilling my favorite meat makes my mouth water. But, no matter how delicious and hearty a BBQ meal is, it's a total bummer when the meat falls through the grilling grates, and all the post-BBQ cleanup becomes your headache! That's exactly where these super easy to use grill sheets come in handy. As YRYM HT says, BBQ grill mat makes grill easier.
The YRYM HT BBQ Grill Mat is exactly what you need to dig into your go-to BBQ rib recipe this summer! The BBQ grill mats will not only change the way you grill your barbecues but also lessen your burden to clean up burnt on grease or charred remains. With these, non-stick and heat resistant BBQ mats now you can grill your favorite meats and veggies anytime you want. They prevent sauces and marinades from leaking through the grilling grates, reducing your messy grilling endeavor and avoiding the risk of dangerously nasty fire flare-ups.
How to use them?
Simply lay grill mats directly upon any outdoor grill whether it's at a public cookout, your own home or camping. Also, these mats come with multipurpose jobs. It can be used for outdoor grilling as well as also help to keep your oven clean. All you have to do is to place them in the shelf below what you're trying to bake. It'll keep your oven free from brunt crumbs stuck to the rungs of it.
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