politics with a side of fries

Ok, that was a bit melodramatic. My thoughts on this burger though are not. First a quick background The project team I have been working with has been in Parsippany, NJ a good bit recently. Never heard of it? Well neither had I until I got assigned to this project. Bottom line, it’s a small town in NJ, that while fairly neat and quiet has little to entertain you after a long day at the office. In steps some client employees to invite us to a HH. Game on. We went to a little shotgun style place called Sona19, it did the trick to alleviate the boredom that night and we also heard about a little restaurant called Urban Table. They had sushi, burgers and good salad? Intriguing. Fast forward a few weeks and here we are… In need of some above average grub, we decided to venture to the ‘fun’ town of Morristown. Urban Table faces the square, which is the center (or at least as far as we can tell) of this little metropolis. There was a wait so we attempted to sit at the bar. M was returning f

Ah election time. Brings out the best in people, right? Hardly. Everyone has opinions and thank goodness we live in America where that’s not only accepted, it’s encouraged…or is it? I think these days we walk a fine line, it’s such a thin tight rope I’m certain it’s bound to break soon, if it hasn’t already. I know that I’m pretty strong in my opinions; they are based on my beliefs. The reality of this is that, if you have different beliefs you just may come to a different choice. Imagine that, right? I know that I’ll never change someone’s mind that has a different set of core values than me and to be frank, I don’t care. I chose my friends carefully, I wan t those that lift me up, make my life better and that I truly enjoy. The honest truth is that if you don’t think like me (at least a little bit) we’re probably not really good friends. Now that doesn’t mean I don’t respect others. We all make our own choices, we want different things and have different goals. That’s cool as long as

I’ve heard a lot of things this year about all the September 11 coverage. Some think we covered it ‘too’ much, some thought it was ‘too’ morbid, etc. The bottom line is that we had the singular most violent attack on American citizenry on that day. Regardless of how you feel about it now, it is our duty to remember each and every painful second of that day and those that followed. If we don’t spend a few hours each year reliving the horrors, it will just be a matter of time before it becomes another day on the calendar. It is far too important for that. Those that lost their lives that day, had no idea what the morning would hold for them. It’s profound to me that we all feel safe going about our daily lives. We not only take for granted our safety and ability to go out and make a living, but we also seem to think we’re beyond harm. That there simply isn’t any risk in just being alive. The reality is that life is far from that safe. We are hardly promised another second on this earth

I often wonder what is the way to happiness? I know many things it is not – it’s not money, it’s not fame, it’s not a million friends… but I know there are some small things that go into making one truly happy, without getting into those things I will add one more thing to my list of what is NOT the way to happiness. Work Travel. I signed myself up for this project, with a fairly hopeful attitude. Those that know me, know this is a struggle (go ahead, laugh). I am very analytical, perhaps the sole reason I decided to become an attorney, and I tear apart everything. I cannot stress the ‘everything’ enough. But after a weighing of the potential benefits, my problems with the alternatives, etc I decided to go for it. I mean, honestly, a few months is not that long. I was wrong. I’ve since noticed a few things about myself. 1. I am more of a homebody than I used to think 2. I love alone time 3. I hate, hate, HATE most hotel rooms. (the germs, the random hairs, the questionable carpet, yuc