Archive for January, 2011

Happy Birthday, Neeraj!

January 14th, 2011

Ah yes. The day has arrived. The annual Day of Embarrassing Neeraj. How I love this day! Every year on his birthday I find my favorite, supremely unflattering picture of Neeraj taken from the previous year and plaster it for all the world to see.

I am so glad I have a blog.

Neeraj is a good looking guy. Take this pic for example:  the butt chin, the swath of silky black hair, the aviators projecting just the right amount of cool…oh and that silly building behind him just seems to add to his suave allure (At least in this pic. Reality is a whole other story.):

But, even good looking guys take awful pictures and one of my favorite things about this man is that he truly doesn’t give a fig what people think. Let me support this by presenting this year’s AWFUL PICTURE.

(Drumroll)

So congrats, Neeraj. Congrats on making it another year, being a wonderful father to our son and providing me with yet another awful picture of you. But, most of all, congrats on being such an AMAZING man with SO MUCH INTEGRITY that you will never, EVER retaliate with awful pictures of me. Because we both know you have an endless supply of those.

(Editor’s Note: this really is his Costco membership card. )

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Saving Sharks, Saving Me

January 11th, 2011

Recently, Ro and I watched the documentary “Sharkwater“  (Must.  Watch.) and I think he MAY have blinked twice throughout the entire movie.  He was enthralled and asked 7,403,388 questions.  My ears are still recovering.

He immediately started thinking of ways to help the sharks and suggested a lemonade stand.  He hounded me for several weeks but, I am embarrassed to say, I just couldn’t get my act together enough to help him.  ( Yes, I SUCK.  Thanks.)

Neeraj lives downtown and Ro obviously stays with him often.  Recently, they were hanging out in his living room and Ro announced “I’m going to your office to get paper!”  (How Nee heard this while buried beneath his normal piles of laptops, iphones, ipads and flat screens is beyond me but anyhoo…)    He apparently was busy for a little while then came downstairs and asked Nee for a zip loc bag.

Ro: “Daddy, come outside with me.”

Nee: “Why?”

Ro: “Cause I am going to save the sharks!”

Then he went to the nearest street corner and held up his homemade signs: “SAVE THE SHARKS” and “I’ll tell you about them!” and asked everyone who passed for donations.  (I wasn’t there, otherwise this would be where I was a weepy, snotty mess watching with pride.)

Nee told me there were people who actually walked right by Rohan and totally ignored him.  Again, I wasn’t there but this would be part where I’d be screaming (with my bloodshot eyes from crying) “HAVE YOU NO SOUL?” and tackling people for their wallets.  It would’ve been subtle and effective, trust me.  Anyhow, Ro didn’t raise much and got frustrated:

In all seriousness, I am continually amazed by this little being (and my older one but more on that next time) who daily reminds me to be kinder and more compassionate.  When I grow up, I want to be as caring as my 7 year old son.

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