Monday, August 31

My boy started school today

I stayed home just so I can take him, pick him up then take him to lunch. It was well worth it. Today was a milestone for him. On the way to school I kept reminding him how I used to kiss him goodbye at the gate when he was in preschool. He wasn't allowed to cross over the yellow line. We put our lips through the gate and said goodbye for the day. It's so bittersweet. I tend to say that a lot lately. I guess I feel my age. I have to find new ways to reinvent myself...like Madonna. Maybe I'll make a sex book.

Sunday, August 23

Saturday, August 15

Taylor Swift Pranks Keith Urban in Kansas City, MO




This cracked me up. You can tell it's TS playing her guitar as she usually does, and that's what makes it so funny...and fem. :) Cute.

Critters

So cute...kinda. My daughter's friend had 5 of these guys at her house last night.

Wednesday, August 12

milestones

Got to work late today. I had to go to school and register the boy. It was nice to sleep in a little. I made sure I left at my usual time too. I was feeling a bit nostalgic today when I thought back to the days of when he was a little boy. They were such sweet days, ones that seemed to last forever at the time. I remember leaving him at Preschool, it was so hard to do. I would kiss him goodbye and right before I got into my car I made sure I gave him one last kiss. I would go up to the chain link fence, he would run up enthusiastically to it, making sure he didn't cross the line and he would put his little lips through the chain link fence and so would I, then peck me and runaway to have a grand ol' time. He had to get the basketball or ride one of the bikes merrily around the yard. All the boys smiling and laughing as they would be crashing into one another. I have to admit it was kind of cute. I would stand there watching him play with the other little boys, admiring how nicely he got along with them. It would send me off to work with a smile. I was a proud mama. I frequently reminded him of these days throughout the years, so of course he remembers it all. Now he is older and he's changed. I have to pull teeth just to get a hug. Honey, can we snuggle like we used to when you were little? Of course we can't. Those days are over. Now I can only be blessed with Grandchildren someday. I hope I'm not robbed of all these precious memories as my old age arrives. If I'm cheated like that I hope I don't know it. The sad thing about old age is you can't avoid it no matter what you do...or don't.

Tuesday, August 11

Finally

Got my new Blackberry sent to me. Yay. I'm downloading applications as I type. I ran my ass across town during rush hour traffic (do we even have a rush hour here or is that just on the East Coast?) because my son refused to get up for FedEx. Well, those lazy, crazy days of summer are going to end on August 31st. Yes, that is their firs today of school this year. Early. A slave to the alarm clock once again.

Ubertwitter is done downloading. I now need my CNN.

Work has been crazy lately. Our manager has been out all week. The past three weeks he's been in and out. My supervisor is having a rough time coping with everything. I'd offer my assistance but I'm going to harden my feelings toward him and the whole situation. I need to work. I have no idea what's going on with my boss, but I know it's something serious with his 15 year old. I have a feeling it's something along the lines of Leukemia or some other type of cancer. I can see in my manager's face the hardship he's going through and it breaks my heart. No parent should have to go through something like this. I have no idea how they're working this out. I assume he's on some type of FMLA plan right now. I pray everything turns out for the best. I have a feeling it will. Prayers.

Ubertwitter and CNN - done. Next up - AIM.

I really do have to go to bed. I'm not dragging as much as I was yesterday. I should get used to these new hours in about a year.

Talked to J briefly. Of course he wants it when he wants it. He doesn't understand that I have a life too. He doesn't care what I have to do. That's not important. Spoiled rotten and so used to getting his way. It must be hard living in this world.

Nite

Monday, August 10

new work schedule

I started this new schedule today and already its kicking my ass. I think I'm getting old and my body isn't as versatile as it used to be. Anyways, this schedule is one that if you work 9 hours per day Mon-Thur you will earn a day off every other Friday. I honestly don't know if it's worth it. At least not yet. It's an hour less time I'll get to spend with my son after school. I really need to be here for him at this age. I'm conflicted. I had to try it and see if it would work. I don't like getting off work an hour later each day. The reason I have been going in very early was so I could get off early. Now what is the freaking point? So I came home and fell asleep until 8:00. Weee.

Saturday, August 8

A Man Watches His Life Pass Before Him

Last Day Dream [HD] from Chris Milk on Vimeo.



Imagine what it could possibly be like in those last final moments of your life. What would go through your mind?

Tell me this isn't good

and John Mayer sucks. And I'll tell you you're crazy.




A jam session with Clapton.

One of My Favorite Stories


The Little Match Girl


by Hans Christian Andersen

Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.

One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.

She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!

The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.

In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other, she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold too, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.

Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.

She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl; when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.

Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.

"Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.

She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love.

"Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.

But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.

To Be A Child Again


There are so many good things about a summer's day.


  • Freshly washed clothes on a clothesline.
  • Naps.
  • Having an unofficial bubble-blowing contest with the unseen kid in the balcony above, who so obviously copied you and sadly thinks he can out bubble you.
  • Last day of school.
  • Making mud pies.
  • Picking flowers..."he loves me, he loves me not"...
  • Laying on the grass and watching the clouds go by.
  • Waiting around for something or nothing.
  • The smell of freshly cut grass (before your allergies kick in).
  • Popsicles, ice cream, hot dogs...
  • Running through sprinklers until you're exhausted.
  • Water balloon fights (especially when you get that bastard).
  • Unplanned picnics and a good book to read.
  • Cherry blossoms. Lots of 'em.
  • Trying to skip stones even though you never could (and still can't).
  • Spraying the garden hose on an unsuspecting friend.
  • Dipping your toes in the ocean.
  • Staring at the stars with a good friend, and a cookie.
  • Scratching mosquito bites.
  • Feeling like the day is endless.
  • Having a bit of hope.


Random pic

A tunnel in the Grand Central subway station. Isn't it scary looking? I can't believe I used to walk in these things as a kid.

"A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you, the less you know."

Came in the mail today


okay, Madonna bitch, let's see what this is all about.

i hate these things. why do i do them?

Sunflower

1. What time did you get up this morning? 5ish. I'm like an old person.

2. How do you like your steak? medium rare.

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? The Hangover

4. What is your favorite TV show? True Blood for now. No time to watch a bunch of TV. Only time to answer questions like this.

5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? East Coast baby! Or any New England state. (Connecticut, Vermont, Boston, Rhode Island). West Coast it would be Washington.

6. What did you have for breakfast? Nothing yet.

7. What is your favorite cuisine? Mexican, Italian. I'm a pasta lover. Bad, I know.

8. What foods do you dislike? I gag on Brussel Sprouts.

9. Favorite Place to Eat Sushi? Hapi Sushi in Laguna Beach

10. Favorite dressing? Whatever fits!

11.What kind of vehicle do you drive? Toyota

12. What are your favorite clothes? right now, dresses and sandals. I like jeans and big soft sweaters in the winter. Just casual, comfortable.

13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? Italy or Paris or Greece. The French Alps.

14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full? Definitely a 1/2 full kinda girl. But usually my cup runneth over.

15. Where would you want to retire? On a ranch in Wyoming. :D Somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

16. Favorite time of day? None

17. Where were you born? In a hospital. Brooklyn, NY.

18. What is your favorite sport to watch? Football

19. Who do you think will not tag you back? Nobody. I'm not tagging anyone.

20. Person you expect to tag you back first? See answer above.

21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this? Again, see answer to #19.

22. Bird watcher? I have one of my own. I have had birds since I was 11. And yes, when I'm in a good area I will check them out. Yesterday my friend told me he saw a Mississippi Kite so I read up on him.

23. Are you a morning person or a night person? I'm a whatever person. Go with the flow after 8 hours of sleep.

24. Do you have any pets? Yes

25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share? YES! I am going to have my regular bowel movement very soon.

26. What did you want to be when you were little? A nurse

27. What is your best childhood memory? Pennsylvania vacation w/family. Or when I fell into the corner of a table and chipped my tooth. Got stitches in my lip and a whole bunch of fucking toys! I had such a grand time I wanted to hurt myself again.

28. Are you a cat or dog person? Doggy

29. Are you married? Yes. Ugh.

30. Always wear your seat belt? Yes.

31. Been in a car accident? Yes, minor. Thank God.

32. Any pet peeves? When people at work take my fucking food out of the microwave and set it down somewhere uncovered. Open and exposed to people possibly sneezing on it..pisses me off. Oh, and make sure you put it close to the trash can too!

33. Favorite Pizza Toppings? Right now I'm going through a Canadian Bacon thing.

34. Favorite Flower? Tulips for their beauty, and Sunflowers because they're bright and cheery and lift the spirits. The meaning of sunflowers stems from its namesake, the sun itself. The sunflower’s petals have been likened to bright yellow rays of sunshine, which evoke feelings of warmth and happiness. In addition, the sunflower is often associated with adoration and longevity.

35. Favorite ice cream? Chocolate anything.

36. Favorite fast food restaurant? I really don't have one. They all rate the same.

37. How many times did you fail your driver's test? 0. Hello! I've been driving since I was 12.

38. From whom did you get your last email? Chuck

39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Borders, Barnes & Noble, Amazon for Kindle. Shia, I can max it out anywhere.

40. Do anything spontaneous lately? Yes, I road the stallion on a whim...last night.

41. Like your job?
For the most part, yes. It's the bureaucracy I'm not fond of.

42. Broccoli? A LOT. And doused in lemon!

43. What was your favorite vacation? In the mountains

44. Last person you went out to dinner with? Hubby and kids.

45. What are you listening to right now? Snoring.

46. What is your favorite color? Red

47. How many tattoos do you have? None.

48. How many are you tagging for this quiz? There's that tagging thing again. No one.

49. What time did you finish this quiz? It's 8/8/09, 6:15 a.

50. Coffee Drinker? Yes, decaf.

Saturday afternoon and all is well.

I haven't blogged in a while. I don't have much to say that's probably why.

Let's see I broke my Blackberry, well, it wasn't my fault that the thing decided to just up and die. It stopped responding, something is wrong with the keyboard. I have a new one on its way. I was very tempted to get an iPhone but I think I'm going to wait for my real upgrade discount. If they were to give me an early upgrade it would be an extra $75. Thanks for nothing. I think they're making enough on these iPhones that they could have given a long time customer a much better deal. AT&T will not go out of business if they do that for me. Lately they've been a little tight with their services. Whatever.

My boss has been in & out of the office for the past two weeks. He doesn't look good, has bags under his eyes and the other day he came in with his wife to meet with the VP. I'm sure they're understanding about his crisis since he has been with the company for 15 years. Everyone seems to be handling things for him good enough while he works from home. I think it has something to do with his 15 year old daughter. Someone told me they heard him say something like "she was just diagnosed." I think that's very scary and I've been doing a lot of praying for him and his family. I hope it all turns out okay. Something like this can happen to each and every one of us, nobody is immune. When something serious happens to your child your entire world falls apart. You have nothing left. I know with even the slightest injury or fever I'm feeling bad. I could not imagine something more serious. I'm tossing out prayers right now into the universe.

Now to complain about my neighbors. Between the two of them on each side of me there are 15 people living with them. The kids are up all hours of the night, running around half naked, screaming and chasing after their dog who shits everywhere. They are filthy little kids who always have snot crust around their noses, with dirty, black feet. Haven't they heard of MRSA? I think it's disgusting. It's really not the fault of the children that they have such incompetent parents and family around them. This is precisely why I can't stand Mexicans who come straight over from the Mexico illegally. All their dealings with us have been dishonest as they try to put one over on everyone to get ahead. Pisses me off. Get a life and conform, will ya? We're not going to accept you if you act like that and can't speak English, and that's too fucking bad. This isn't Tijuana.

A plane and a helicopter collided into The Hudson River today.

Saturday, July 25

Eating so healthy

Papaya - fruit source
Cheese - dairy source
Choc Chip Granola - main breakfast entree from Nutrisystem.


Book List

1. The Education of Little Tree, by Forrest Carter
2. This House of Sky, by Ivan Doig
3. The Color of Water, by James McBride
4. The Notebook, by Nicholas Sparks
5. Mutant Message/Down Under, by Marlo Morgan
6. The Road From Coorain, by Jill Ker Conway
7. Refuge, by Terry Tempest Williams
8. Wait Till Next Year, by Doris Kearns Goodwin
9. A Place of Her Own, by Dori Sanders
10. Angela's Ashes, by James McCourt
11. Katherine Graham, A Personal History
12. Greatest Generation, by Tom Brokow
13. Under a Wing, by Reeve Lindbergh
14. No Ordinary Time (1st half of the book), by Doris Kearns Goodwin
15. No Ordinary Time (2nd half of the book), by Doris Kearns Goodwin
16. Abigail Adams, by Natalie S. Bober
17. Having Our Say & On My Own at 107, by Delany Sisters
18. Jewel, by Brett Lott
19. Tuesdays With Morrie, by Mitch Albom
20. Four Letters of Love, by Niall Williams
21. Dancing at the Rascal Fair, by Ivan Doig
22. Life and Death in Shanghai, by Nien Cheng
23. Tis, by Frank McCourt
24. The Professor and the Madman, by Simon Winchester
25. Bound Feet and Western Dress, by Pang-Mei Chang
26. Daughter of Fortune, by Isabel Allende
27. Growing Up, by Russell Baker
28. Where Rivers Change Direction, (A Collection of Essays)
29. Chocolat, by Joanne Harris
30. Jefferson: Man on the Mountain, by Natalie S. Bober
31. West With the Night, by Beryl Markham
32. Letters From Yellowstone, by Diane Smith
33. 84, Charing Cross Road, by Helene Hanff
34. Shipwreck at the Bottom of the World, by Jennifer Armstrong
35. Helen Sekaquaptewa: Me and Mine, as told to Louise Udall
36. Mankiller: A Chief and Her People, by Wilma Mankiller & Michael Wallis
37. Girl With a Pearl Earring, by Tracey Chevalier
38. Wish You Well, by David Baldacci
39. The Professor's House, by Willa Cather
40. Death Comes For the Archbishop, by Willa Cather
41. Barbara Jordon: American Hero, by Mary Beth Rogers
42. Washington, by Meg Greenfield
43. A Kitchen God's Wife, by Amy Tan
44. A Walk in the Woods, by Bill Bryson
45. Hanna's Daughters, by Marianne Fredriksson
46. October Sky, by Homer H. Hickam
47. Simon's Family, by Marianne Fredriksson
48. Bend in the Road, by Nicholas Sparks
49. Seldom Disappointed, by Tony Hillerman
50. Galileo's Daughter, by Dava Sobel
51. Yellow Raft on Blue Water, by Michael Dorris
52. The Optimist's Daughter, by Eudora Welty
53. First Mothers, by Bonnie Angelo
54. Prodigal Summer, by Barbara Kingsolver
55. Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down, by Anne Fadiman
56. Skipping Christmas, by John Grisham
57. Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress, by Dai Sijie
58. Inside Islam: The Faith, The Conflicts, introduction by Akbar S. Ahmed
59. A Girl Named Zippy, by Haven Kimmel
60. Thousand Pieces of Gold, by Ruthanne Lum McCunn
61. Peace Like a River, by Leif Enger
62. Seabiscuit, by Laura Hillenbrand
63. The Secret Life of Bees, by Sue Monk Kidd
64. The #1 Ladies Detective Agency, by Alexander McCall Smith
65. To America: Personal Reflections, by Stephen E. Ambrose
66. Miss Julia Speaks Her Mind, by Ann B. Ross
67. Blessings, by Anna Quindlen
68. Leap of Faith, by Queen Noor
69. Breaking Clean, by Judy Blunt
70. Mount Vernon Love Story, by Mary Higgins Clark
71. Reading Lolita in Tehran, by Azar Nafisi
72. Reason For Hope, by Jane Goodall
73. Plainsong, by Kent Haruf
74. The Da Vinci Code, by Dan Brown
75. Kitchen Privileges, by Mary Higgins Clark
76. The Lady and the Unicorn, by Tracy Chevalier
77. Thanks For the Memories, Mr. President, by Helen Thomas
78. Michelangelo and The Pope's Ceiling, by Ross King
79. The Guardian, by Nicholas Sparks
80. The Blood Runs Like a River Through My Dreams, by Nasdiff
81. Founding Mothers, by Cokie Roberts
82. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, by Mark Haddon
83. An Unfinished Life, by Mark Spragg
84. Miss Julia Meets Her Match, by Ann B. Ross
85. The Sinister Pig, by Tony Hillerman
86. When The Emperor Was Divine, by Julia Otsuka
87. Chinese Cinderella, by Adeline Yen Mah
88. The Kite Runner, by Khalad Hasseini
89. A Northern Light, by Jennifer Donnelly
90. True Believer, by Nicholas Sparks
91. Abigail Adams, by Natalie Bober
92. Lucky Child, by Loung Ung
93. All That Matters, by Jan Goldstein
94. A Lesson Before Dying, by Ernest Gaines
95. Our Endangered Values, by Jimmy Carter
96. My Antonia, by Willa Cather
97. March, by Geraldine Brooks
98. The Voice That Challenged a Nation: Marian Anderson and the Struggle For Equal Rights, by Russell Freedman
99. The Mermaid's Chair, by Sue Monk Kidd
100. The Story of My Life, by Farah Ahmadi
101. Redbird Christmas, by Fannie Flagg
102. Delights and Shadows, by Ted Kooser
103. Snow Flower and The Secret Fan, by Lisa See
104. After This, by Alice McDermott
105. Dear John, by Nicholas Sparks
106. The Glass Castle, by Jeanette Walls
107. Warriors Don't Cry, by Melba Beals
108. Palestine: Peace Not Aparteid, by Jimmy Carter
109. The Good Husband of Zebra Drive, by Alexander McCall Smith
110. The Space Between Us, by Thrity Umrigar
111. The Family Tree, by Barbara Delinsky
112. The Infidel, by Ayaan Hiirisi Ali
113. The Namesake, by Jhumpa Lahiri
114. Jane Austen (Share a book or movie)
115. A Thousand Splendid Suns, by Khaled Hosseini
116. To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee
117. The Worst Hard Times, by Timothy Egan
118. Born Standing Up, by Steve Martin
119. A Thousand White Women, by Jim Fergus
120. Double Cross, by James Patterson
121. The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak
122. The Innocent Man, by John Grisham
123. Chocolat, by Joanne Harris
124. Three Cups of Tea, by Greg Mortensen
125. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, by Betty Smith
126. Unaccustomed Earth, by Jhumpa Lahiri