Hey, it's Friday. . . Again

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Is it Time to Play?

So, my friend Phil posted on his facebook today:  “its Friday and going to work again…again…again”.  Well, that’s why I started to work on www.timetoplay.com in the first place!  That’s my sentiments, exactly!

Do you feel like you’re part of the “rat race” on a treadmill?  Me too!  Each day you wake up, yell at the kids to hurry up or they’re going to be late, rush to work, work all day, come home exhausted, cook dinner, clean up, fall asleep in front of the TV ( I swear I used to make fun of my mother and father for doing that!), get into bed, and start all over the next day.  And, before you even blink, it seems, the whole week is gone and it’s Friday… again.  And it’s the same thing every day, and every week, and you try to squeak out a fun or enjoyable experience somewhere along the line, but it seems those times are far and few between.

I’ve been working on www.timetoplay.com for over a year now.  Why?  Because I just haven’t had the time to actually finish it.  Ironic, right?  But, we have a big week coming up and I’m going to push over the weekend to make sure it’s ready to go.  Why?  Because the working people of our Country need it.  www.timetoplay.com’s goal is to provide resources for people to have a better life.  To have professionals provide words of wisdom and tips to make the life of the “everyday working slob” easier.  So we can enjoy life.

What is quality of life?  Do you have one?  Do you know what would give your life quality? Do you enjoy yourself?  Do you have time to pursue the things that give you happiness, passion, make you feel alive?  Have you changed things in your life so you could be happy?

I’d like to start interviewing people to tell their stories.  To talk about the things they do, things they love, lessons they’ve learned, things they want to do.  www.timetoplay.com is a people helping people project — maybe something they read will help them change their life a little so they can have quality of life.

Call me at 631-331-2675 or email: doreen@djamesmarketing.com (this is the best email to use because it goes to my phone) so we can talk.  Or let me know of someone you think would be perfect for me to talk to.

Something I’ve learned — thinking about or talking about what makes you happy. . . makes you happy!

Looking forward to hearing from you!

Doreen

Hey, We're Cool Parents! (sometimes)

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9-11 memorial motorcycle run

Today‘s blog is a story of how my husband and I are kind of cool parents.

I am also writing in remembrance of September 11, of all those we lost, of all those who served or continue to serve, of all those who have heavy hearts, and for the brave men and women who are sick because of the tragedy…

Many people in our Nation and around the world came together today with individual thoughts or ceremonies to remember the happenings of this day, 10 years later.  They came together.  Tragedy does that.  It makes people realize the precious gift life is.  Something we tend to forget during the regular hustle and bustle of our daily lives on the proverbial hamster wheel.

My husband was a NYC police officer, now retired, who spent many days down at ground zero.  Thank goodness he is not one of those who became ill because of breathing in the toxins.  He was held in his precinct as a senior officer to care for those in his precinct for 3 days, and I’m sure that made a difference in his current health status.  But, he was at Ground Zero.  He said little about the tragedy, which is unusual for him.  He always loved sharing his war stories with me.  But, for this one, he was very quiet.  He said that I couldn’t imagine what it was like down there, not in my wildest imagination.  As a good wife and listener, I let it be.  It was up to him to share and I was there to support him however I could.

10 years later. . . Jim is filling in as President for his Red Knights Motorcycle club for now and heard about a memorial ride to Ground Zero, which he shared with the guys.  A once in a lifetime tribute to the events of that fateful day.  We were a group of 15 bikes headed towards Manhattan and went to the meeting place which was a Harley Davidson dealership close to the 59th Street Bridge.  When we arrive we joined a group of thousands — the original expectation was 2,000 motorcycles, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there were more.  I know it was impossible for anyone to keep track of the number of people who showed up.  It was just a huge group of bikers on a common mission to pay tribute.  There were members of many different groups — firefighters, military, police officers, and the community of bikers.  At around 11 p.m. the group assembled, two by two, with respect and courtesy, to follow each other across the bridge.  I was so impressed.  We then we rode down the roads lined with people on both sides cheering and clapping and yelling thank you to all who rode by.  The lined up people wasn’t planned.  They happened to be there.  But they stopped and cheered.  It was again an amazing act that brought the community together.  To remember.  To appreciate each other.

We rode through Times Square where, again hundreds of people clapped, waved, and shouted in appreciation.  And then past Ground Zero.  It was an honor and a privilege.

Around 2 a.m. we were still riding through Manhattan — there were only 3 of us, as, with all the many bikes, we did lose the rest of the group.  We stopped to get eggs at a diner and then got back on our bikes to head home.  That’s when it occurred to me — at 3 a.m. riding a motorcycle through Manhattan.  We are cool parents!  I couldn’t remember any of my friends (and certainly not myself) who had cool parents who rode a motorcycle and traveled through Manhattan in the wee hours of the morning.  We actually didn’t arrive home until 4 a.m.  I have to admit, I usually go to sleep by 10 p.m.  But, today, I was cool.  I was a cool parent.

The circumstances of the day made it happen.  We wouldn’t have done a ride like this if it wasn’t to pay tribute.  To honor.  To remember.

God Bless America, and, although this was an occassion to come together, may we find happy times in the future to come together instead.

Doreen

Join me in my quest for quality of life:  www.timetoplay.com