You Know You're From New York City When...

You Know You're From New York City When...

You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan.
You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building.
You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can't find Wisconsin on a map.
Hookers and the homeless are invisible.
The subway makes sense.
You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.
The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.
You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grass a yard.
You consider Westchester "upstate".
You think Central Park is "nature."
You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking.
You're paying $1,200 for a studio the size of a walk-in closet and you think its a "steal."
You've been to New Jersey twice and got hopelessly lost both times.
You pay more each month to park your car than most people in the U.S. pay in rent.
You haven't seen more than twelve stars in the night sky since you went away to camp as a kid.
You go to dinner at 9
Your closet is filled with black clothes.
You haven't heard the sound of true absolute silence since the 80s, and when you did, it terrified you.
You take fashion seriously.
Being truly alone makes you nervous.
You have 27 different menus next to your telephone.
Going to Brooklyn is considered a "road trip."
America west of the Hudson is still theoretical to you.
You've gotten jaywalking down to an art form.
You take a taxi to get to your health club to exercise.
Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes.
$50 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.
You have a minimum of five "worst cab ride ever" stories.
You don't notice sirens anymore.
You live in a building with a larger population than most American towns.
Your doorman is Russian,
your grocer is Korean
your deli man is Israeli,
your building super is Italian,
your laundry guy is Chinese,
your favorite bartender is Irish,
your favorite diner owner is Greek,
the watchseller on your corner is Senegalese,
your last cabbie was Pakistani,
your newsstand guy is Indian
and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian.
You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.
You secretly envy cabbies for their driving skills.
You think $7.00 to cross a bridge is a fair price.
Your door has more than three locks.
Your favorite movie has DeNiro in it.
You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.
You run when you see a flashing "Do Not Walk" sign at the intersection.
You're 35 years old and don't have a driver's license.
You ride in a subway car with no air conditioning just because there are seats available.
You're willing to take in strange people as roommates simply to help pay the rent.
There is no North and South. It's uptown or downtown.
When you're away from home, you miss "real" pizza and "real" bagels.
You know the differences between all the different Ray's Pizzas.
You're not in the least bit interested in going to Times Square on New Year's Eve.
Your internal clock is permanently set to know when Alternate Side of the Street parking regulations are in effect.
You know what a bodega is.
You know how to fold the New York Times in half, vertically, so that you can read it on the subway or bus without knocking off other passenger's hats.
Someone bumps into you, and you check for your wallet.....
You cringe at hearing people pronounce Houston St. like the city in Texas
Film crews on your block annoy you, not excite you.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from NYC.

Giver of hope

I love the rain and the thunder and I love running through the fields, sitting down and watching rabbits hopping around, ants making their way to somewhere I dont know. It's this great feeling I dont have nowhere else but the day I am alone under the sky turning dark. Then I wait til the rain will start, relaxing, talking to God, watching the clouds making funny figures talking to me words of truth and hope and words in my heart appear giving life and Im feeling free. And when the rain begins the storm arises and the wind blows fast, I stand back up on my feet start running and jumping and waving my arms around me. The wind and the rain splashing against my skin, feels just amazing. I start smiling at the one person appearing on the horizon she smiles back and we laugh. back home again a rainbow builts a frame around my window, my sight of hope. I love you God!

Gebetshaus Lobpreis und Predigten auf youtube "Prayertube"

http://www.youtube.com/user/prayertube

every breath I take I breathe in YOU!! Total auferbauend und schön. Klickt immer mal wieder rein. Hört den Lobpreis seiner Herrlichkeit!!! Denn seine Herrlichkeit erfüllt uns mit Freude! ;)
Voll die tollen Gebetshaus _predigten. Ich hör sie ja glücklicherweise live aber für alle die nicht live in Augsburg dabei sind. Meine Empfehlung!
love juju

Nein zur Entmutigung 1

eine Lehre die euch erutigt!!!
:) sehr genial. Thank you Jesus for the Prayer house in Augsburg

Lobpreis mit der Bibel 1.1 - 22.04.09

Jes 38,17 Siehe, zum Heil wurde mir bitteres Leid: Du, du hast liebevoll meine Seele von der Grube der Vernichtung zurückgehalten, denn alle meine Sünden hast du hinter deinen Rücken geworfen.

Joh 14,23 Jesus antwortete und sprach zu ihm: Wenn jemand mich liebt, so wird er mein Wort halten, und mein Vater wird ihn lieben, und wir werden zu ihm kommen und Wohnung bei ihm machen.

Röm 8,39 weder Höhe noch Tiefe, noch irgendein anderes Geschöpf uns wird scheiden können von der Liebe Gottes, die in Christus Jesus ist, unserem Herrn.

2Kor 13,13 Die Gnade des Herrn Jesus Christus und die Liebe Gottes und die Gemeinschaft des Heiligen Geistes sei mit euch allen!

American easter vacation

at Andrea and Martin's farm

la Anja guckuck

jumping over from the Niagara Falls

Toby and me in front of the Falls

mischukke pic ^^

on the way to church

on top of a Bronx project building

Toby and me at Metroministries in New York

party in the Buschwick building with our friend Martin

unsere lustige Truppe ^^