Summer Breeze

Welcome to the world of intelligent people and elegantly written sentences. We would once again like to acknowledge and thank all of our loyal and supportive followers. We realize that the last few days’ blogs have detoured slightly off the original point and for that we appreciate your understanding and patience as we get back on course.
We have allowed certain new readers to go on and on in unproductive rants that neither apologize nor explain their previous actions and mistakes. However, it has been a few days now and their bitter words are inappropriate; therefore I will once again be giving you (wife) and your lovely and equally vocal trailer trash friends a second warning. This is a peaceful blog and while your recent comments have fueled our increased writing bug, whether you agree with our words or not are your opinion, but again I will point out that if our tales were fictional why do you care so much? If you think you will be getting your fifteen minutes clinging onto our success think again. While your words have entertained us and made us laugh we must get back to more important topics. We will be watching your comments and unfortunately at a certain point we will have no choice but to evict you from this blog. I feel like a broken record and a schoolteacher attempting to teach children how to be polite and follow the rules.
So, back to the daily grind and a place of intelligent and witty people and conversations. Walking around New York in the early summer is a blast. The weather is just right; sidewalk patios are overcrowded with colorful people. It's funny how something as minor as the temperature can subconsciously effect what we desire to eat. I find myself craving lighter fare, more salads, and iced drinks, fish. Yes, everything I just listed is stereotypical of a woman, but normally I'm a meat and potatoes gal. Even when I was living in California and most recently Miami I still needed my fix of creamy pastas and extra whip cream caffeine drinks and bloody steaks. (If you are a vegetarian, please erase that last comment from your mind. Sorry) so, now you probably have this image of me as someone like Ruby, but I am far from it. I may love food, but thankfully I am also addicted to exercising. Central Park has become my new track and in the early morning hours when the city is slowly waking up I put my earphones in and crank the volume up on my iPod and rock out to a soulfully odd mix of Regina Spektor, Kiss, One Republic, Seu Jorge, Radiohead, Coldplay and Indie.Arie.
Once again, I want to thank all our loyal followers for sticking with us thru this unnecessary soap opera drama. At the rate we are going we should be hitting one hundred entries very shortly. Writing was what started this blog and it will continue to be our outlet long after the ghosts return to the cemetery.
Have a great night everyone!
SP