Philadelphia Water Department Going Green - Freeon, That Is

In a city proudly toting that it will soon be the greenest city in the country, I am troubled by a site I saw on the corner of Academy Road and Fairdale Road. Out of all the departments in the city, who would benefit the most about not polluting and protecting the rivers and streams, we see this. A Philadelphia Water Department truck, so poorly maintained and carelessly managed, dripping enough anti-freeze to form a puddle in the gutter. Do they not care of the pollution they create and eventually processing for our drinking water?

In my opinion, both the City of Philadelphia and its numerous departments and vehicles are going green. Green while dumping gallons upon gallons of anti-freeze from their vehicles. The Philadelphia Water Department is not the only department that I have seen huge puddles of this highly toxic substance pouring into our streets. I have witnessed the Philadelphia Parking Authority, The Department of Recreation, and the Departments of Streets and Sanitation in addition.

If our city's government wants to go green with carbon emissions and all of the currently green and trendy initiatives, they should start with water matters most. The pollution that seeps into of water, the ground, sewers, and eventually into us.

Perhaps the city should begin looking at their decaying fleet of vehicles as they pour anti-freeze into our lives. Philadelphia, this isn't the green that is the beneficial kind. The city is going for trendy grants on carbon emissions and energy which are socially inefficient, rather then take care of the pollution that affects every man, woman, child, annoying ass squirrels, birds, and pets. You get my drift.

I'm glad I had my phone on me and took the picture right before they jumped in the truck to try to drive away. Anyone else bothered by this? Wish I would've thought to get the tags on it too.

B-Day fun

Enjoying the first beautiful day in a while. Thank you weather. Mowed a lawn, ran some errands for my aunt, picked up meds for my friend's sick cat, and finally got home after being stuck in traffic for two hours coming home from my mom's house. Let the festivities begin :-)

Lets see, blond or brunette? Ive been on a blond kick lately.... I might jump back into my old faithful, brunette mode. All I know is they better have curly hair, right Tiff! I guess I'll see at the bars..... Not that I will actually talk to any of 'em :-P

Birthdays - Do What Makes You Happy

Birthday's to me are days to celebrate your existence. It's a day where even if I am annoyed or pissed off at someone, I'll put aside my grudges and wish the person a happy birthday usually through e-mail or text. Just because you are upset, doesn't mean you cannot honor their existence.

I usually take off from work on my birthday because it's truly your day to celebrate, why throw a wrench in your celebration? Last year I decided to work on my birthday and it was THE worst day of my life. I got home and didn't want to see another human being.

This year I cannot take off so my celebrations are somewhat different. I open up my first "gift", by that I mean a premeditated gift that is wrapped, since I was in high school. I remember that gift, it was my first guitar. First of many. Its almost 11 o'clock and I am sitting in the sun, sipping coffee and I began to think, "I want to do something that I thoroughly enjoy today, just for me." I looked out over my mom's back yard and it needs a mowing. Ah hah! So as soon as I click publish post, I will suit up and tackle the lawn. There's nothing like mowing a lawn. Immediate gratification that any true man appreciates.

This will probably be the first of many birthday posts for me but at the moment, I am going to do something I thoroughly enjoy. Some may read a book, lay on the couch, or go to the beach, but not me. I prefer the pleasant manly aroma of gasoline and cut grass radiating from my sweaty body.

Birthdays, do what makes you happy because you too can put the "happy" in happy birthday :-)

My Thoughts on Love at 19

While rummaging through my old bedroom for high school photos for a blog that I will later write, I came upon my old journal. I began to read and came across this piece about love that relates to my post earlier.



July 10th, 2002

What is love? Some explain it as caring deeply for someone. Others say it is a drug, which is very much the truth, for it releases chemicals into your brain. Maybe heroine addicts are really just addicted to love?

Longing to love, yet careful of its forms, I write this in surmounting thought. A tightness in my chest haunts me at the thought. Is it searching for truth? Depression? Or is it the presently unobtainable desire for which my heart may someday be destined for?

Love isn't always accepted with outreached arms, nor is it picture perfect. Coming from one who has never loved before, these words flow blindly, yet there is an enhanced sense that it surrounds me. It may one day be destined to flow through my veins like the waters of a collapsed damn but currently it seems to be the dried up lakes in death valley.

Waking up alone with only your dreams carries a burden through your body. A slave to society, you awake to time. Time, it gets us all. Does time stop when in love? Does looking into a lover's eyes make all the worries of this short life cease to exist? Looking into that sparkle of her eyes, I believe one finds a gate into himself and learns more then all the books of the world could offer. Seeing the only true gate into someones mind and soul, allows one to see the truth that lays within themselves.

When once asked what is happiness, I responded "to have no worries?" By loving, does time stop? Do we forget all of our cares and thoughts for one split moment? When gazing into the gate's of our lover's eyes, do we experience genuine happiness?

The meaning of life is impossible to comprehend. Only the enlightened ones truly know and refuse to share the lesson, out of pure wisdom. But does the meaning of happiness mean to love? Do the two merely coincide? Does happiness exist without love, or likewise? Only in the end we will truly know, for the end that awaits us is sealed within.

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I won't try to explain what I wrote and what answers have been obtained. I merely wanted to share my thoughts on love, when 19, and having never loved before....

My quote of the day:

"Hey Ryan, I'm here.... Yeah, I'll be that guy wearing a John Deer t-shirt, sitting on the tail of his truck, with a Bass Pro Shop hat on, cammo slippers, smokin' a cig..... Shut up, I love my cammo slippers man!"