Obanyaki with Biscoff. Japan meets Belgium. It’s a brown sugar azuki pancake, covered in a cinnamon caramel spread. The breakfast of beasts. Mighty damn delicious. I promise you. Best unhealthy tasting healthy thing ever.
Dear people of the world. Do yourself a favor. Stop talking yourself out of doing good things. It’s unhealthy for you.
Over 2 years ago, I pulled over for a really bad car accident on the freeway
I remember when I was 22. I was driving from Concord to meet some friends in Benicia to play Halo on xbox live. I remember there was a silver civic driving 3 cars ahead of me, which started swerving like crazy. It cut to the far right exit, and then spun back out, cutting across all lanes, slamming straight into the center divider. I pulled my car over about 25 yards ahead, got out and sprinted back to the civic.
I remember first, dropping down on the ground to look under the car, to make sure no car fluids were leaking. And then I looked into the car where I saw a female in the driver seat and a man in the front passenger seat. They appeared to be maybe in their early 30’s. The female was awake but stunned, she didn’t even know where she was. The male was unconscious but starting to wake up, also stunned. But then I heard a baby screaming extremely loud.
I told the couple that they had just got into a car accident and told them not to move, because I was not sure of their injuries. As the front of the car was semi smashed in like an accordion.. I then asked them if it was ok if I checked on their baby and they said yes. I opened the back door and climbed in. The little girl was about 2-3 years old, she was screaming even more because to her, I was a stranger invading her space. I noticed that blood was running down her mouth. It appeared as though the poor baby girl bit through her tongue from the car impact of the hit. That was the only thing that made me start panicking. Because I didn’t know how to calm the baby down. So I was just trying to talk to her calmly.
By then it had been 5-10 minutes. Which was sad because no other cars had stopped to try to help. A couple minutes later a couple pulled over to help me. Luckily they were registered EMTs. The lady asked me to hold the toddlers head softly, so she could look inside the child’s mouth and wipe some of the blood on her lip. After that they said that I could go ahead and go, because they could handle everything and an ambulance was on it’s way. So I did. And the ambulance was just pulling up.
Though it’s been almost 3 years. I still wonder how that family is doing. The little girl should be about 6 years old now. I still remember how they looked… Back then I didn’t have a clue about how to attempt to help them. But then now that I’m a certified rescue technician with medical training, I wonder about how much more I would have been able to help them. If I had all the knowledge I have now, back then. I hope that family is awesome and healthy.
I’ve never felt old physically or in looks. But sometimes when I think about my life in terms of the time span I’ve been alive… I can’t help but to think, wow I’m old.
Shay and I make it rain… Kitkats. Haha! We bought packs of Kitkats from the UK today. Mint Chocolate, Caramel, and Orange Chocolate :)
(Taken with Instagram)
Gifts from Shay. She’s pretty much one of the only people I’ll let dress me up. Or who I trust with telling me what to wear.
I am here: Boudin SF
Sometimes, I think it would be nice if I could multiply myself. Because one of me is not enough to do all the stuff I need to do.
Cut off 4 inches of that unnecessary hair
I cannot wait for my date wif Shay on Monday. I cannot wait for my date wif Shay on Monday. I still cannot wait for my date with Shay on Monday
My work week needs to hurry up and end. I have hug withdrawals from certain people
Throwback Thursday
Our wake-up pool jumps EVERY MORNING in our pajamas. At the Las Vegas house. I’m not kidding. EVERY MORNING. This was how we all woke up. Aww, I’m sure that house misses us. As we miss it. Ah, we will be back soon.
In order: Melvin, Dave, Shay, Big Ben, Me