Elsie's Space

For All the World to See

2008-11-05T09:45:00.002-05:00

Times are changing.

Senator Barack Obama becomes President-Elect Barack Obama.

Did you see the world dance?

Amazing!!

Preaching to the Choir

2008-11-04T04:39:00.003-05:00

Today's our chance to show the world that we're ready. I sure wish Mom-in-law, Dad, Grandma, Winston, and Tim Russert were all here to see it.

God bless the United States of America.

VOTE!!!

Bittersweet

2008-11-03T09:44:00.003-05:00

As of last night, they're 8-0. No, not my beloved Pats who lost Tommy for the season during the first quarter of the first game this year. 8-0. Tennessee. Bittersweet.

There Are No Words

2008-08-01T08:27:00.000-04:00

1911-2008

My Dear Grandma

2008-07-29T05:49:00.012-04:00

Luggage is loaded and will be hoisted by crane onto the ferry.

Sitting in port, ready to sail!

The Captain's girl. Isn't she a beauty?

Arrival Port -- Quaint

When are they open?

The rocky shores of New England

The old fashioned lobster bake

Glad to see us go? The entire island population

came for the send off!

Elsie Sings the Blues

2008-07-24T07:26:00.003-04:00

Okay, I'm not really singing, something for which you should be forever grateful, but I'm still feeling them -- the blues, that is. It seems that just when I think I'm finally starting to get over all the sadness of the past few months, something else comes along and just brings it all right back. It might be a song, someone's words, a memory, a thought. Or it could be something else. This time it was the death of our dear friend, Winston. And his death did more than bring back a case of the blues. It added to it. A thousand fold. Because even though we had never met, Winston touched my life. And I miss him.

I've thought about other bloggers who've said that they love reading tons of blogs. They love all the friends they've made. They love that hundreds of people come calling every day. And I wonder why I'm not one of them. I guess that, for me, my blog friends are a lot like my real friends. I have several close friends. I love the ones I have. I really don't want too many more. Maybe it's my New England upbringing. It's said that New Englanders are stand-offish. Perhaps we are. Perhaps I am. Perhaps it's that the fewer people you really let into you life, the less likely you are to be hurt.

The point I'm trying to make is that there are only a few blogs I visit frequently. And to lose one voice among them...well, it's like losing a member of my family, a real friend. And it hurts.

Now I've thought about what my mother-in-law, my dad, and Winston would say. All of them, and I believe Winston in particular, would want to kick my ass. My dad would want to too, but he'd do it softly. So... to honor the memory of the three I've lost lately, I've decided to try yet again to get back to it. Back to living. Back to life.

Tomorrow husband is taking me to a teeny, tiny, almost-deserted island off of Martha's Vineyard. Three couples are going for three days. I can feel myself being rejuvenated just thinking about it. I plan to eat lots, drink some, and do some other things I can't write about here. I'll try to take lots of photos, starting with the ferry trip over. Maybe I'll even come up with something witty to say. Who knows what could happen?!!

I wish all of you who read this, my best blogging friends (you know who you are), a wonderful weekend full of fun, family and friends. I will be back next week with photos. I promise. Love and peace to all.

Farewell

2008-07-01T06:46:00.002-04:00

WINSTON RAND

1942-2008

"HE WAS A PRETTY GOOD GUY"

W W W D ?

2008-06-27T08:12:00.003-04:00

2008-06-24T08:15:00.002-04:00

School's out.

Home is overrun by children, big and small.

Boat is almost ready to hit the water.

Had a big birthday party for sister's 50th.

Grandma is doing well and just celebrated her 97th.

Daughter just turned 10. We've added two guinea pigs to our family.

Our 15th wedding anniversary is on the 28th.

Son is excited about starting at a new school and is already participating in their summer arts program.

I've been reading blogs.

I'm still not inspired to write more than you see here.

I survived Father's Day, though it wasn't easy. I miss him more every day.

Peace.

Illusions

2008-05-19T07:26:00.005-04:00

It's all an illusion. This photo. The way I've been moving through my life. Going through the motions, day after day. Getting on with things. Attending year-end concerts, plays, parents' nights. And always with a smile.

Oh yes, I know I've been bad, so very bad, about keeping up with this blogging thing. I've tried and tried, but for some reason it's here that the real me keeps showing up. The tears come, and it's not pretty. It doesn't feel right to subject any of you to them. And frankly, I'm sick of my own tales of woe. Here's the latest: my grandma fell a month or so ago and broke her pelvis. She's now in a nursing home where I visit almost daily. See?

Staying busy and not thinking too much helps me get through the days. The nights are harder. It's hard, nearly impossible, to hide from my wonderful Bob. So friends, please bear with me. I promise to be back from time to time. I check in on all your blogs almost every day, I simply don't have much to say right now.

No one ever told me that growing older would be this hard.

Peace and love to you all.

Boy Oh Boy

2008-04-25T06:30:00.002-04:00

According to his girlfriends, son is one of the most handsome boys at school (according to this mom, too). At age 13 he stands 5'10". He's got curly brown hair and an almost perfect smile. Let me correct that. He HAD an almost perfect smile -- until he fell in the basement, right onto his face.

It was pretty darned scary for this mom. I was cooking dinner when I heard him running up the stairs. He had his hands over his nose and mouth screaming, "Help me, Mom. Help Me!" And there he was with blood flowing everywhere. It wasn't pretty.

After an emergency trip to the dentist, he and I both feel better. There was no major damage (fracture), but one of his front teeth moved a lot.
The dentist assured us that he will certainly have a handsome smile again, after a visit to the orthodontist! Yep. My boy with the perfect teeth now needs braces. We have a return visit to the dentist scheduled in two weeks. After that I imagine there will be many trips to the orthodontist.

Boy oh boy.

So Busy

2008-04-19T07:28:00.003-04:00

It's been sooooo busy the past couple of weeks. Good busy. Just-what-I-needed busy. The kids-have-been-on-vacation busy. Beautiful-weather busy. Hope you're all good busy, too!

I've Been Thinking

2008-04-06T06:38:00.007-04:00

What's the deal with the "pregnant man?" He may think he's a man. But, in my opinion, if you have ovaries and a uterus and can carry a baby to term, you are a woman, no matter how much facial hair you have. I don't understand all the fuss about a woman having a baby. I do wish this family well. But, it's not real news and won't be until a real man, with a penis and testicles, becomes pregnant. Now that would be interesting.

I am "the nicest mom in the neighborhood," according to daughter. "What about the whole wide world?" "I wouldn't go that far."

Why do girls have "sleep overs" and boys "spend the night?"

Why does husband's snoring drive me crazy but when he's away I miss it?

I drink my coffee with cream and sugar. I drink my tea with milk and sugar. I need a cup right now. How about you?

Why, when I publish this post, can I not separate the two paragraphs above, no matter how many times I've tried?

I can't seem to separate three now. This is getting ridiculous!

What's Up?

2008-04-02T06:09:00.003-04:00

Took daughter to Riverdance over the weekend. She absolutely loved it. She's been dancing/jumping around the house ever since. Her observation at the start of the show -- "It looks like Irish tap dancing." Then, after some actual tap dancing, "The American men look masculine. The Irish men look feminine." I don't know what else to say. Except that we had a great time!

My taxes are still not done. April 15th sure seems early this year.

I found another "girly" photo in my son's room. I am not a snoop. Never have been. Never will be. Maybe I should rethink that?

I have eaten Easter candy every day since Easter. I am "on a diet." Am I on a diet?

There's a spider living in the new nightlight in the bathroom. I keep meaning to take a photo of it, but the one time I actually went to get the camera, the spider was gone. I looked around for him because it had only been a moment. He was nowhere to be found. Later that day, he was back. Where does he go on his outings? Why has nobody else noticed him? Why don't I kill the ugly thing? I don't have the answers, but I've decided to let him live there as long as he likes (and as long as he stays out of my bedroom).

My daughter has a "boyfriend." She's nine years old and in the fourth grade. "You seem kind of young for a boyfriend. No kissing, okay?" With a grin, "Mom, we don't even talk." Ahhh, to be in the fourth grade.

It's a Pity

2008-03-26T09:29:00.002-04:00

I'm having a little pity party. Not really. But I could be. All I (we) can do now is laugh.

I've been planning a special night this weekend, sans children, with my handsome and ever-so-sexy husband. He's leaving soon on an extended business trip, so I've really been looking forward to this. But then a funny thing happened. I've come down with a case of, get this,

Pityriasis Rosea

Ever heard of it? Me neither, until I saw my doctor yesterday because I was concerned about a few spots that have mysteriously appeared on my body over the past few days. It started out with one spot, then two, then eight, then twelve.... I guess looking bad naked (nude?) isn't anything compared to looking bad naked with spots, as I'm sure you can imagine (but wish you couldn't).

So now I'm looking forward to a nice family weekend. Isn't it a Pityriasis?

Grrrr...

2008-03-25T10:22:00.002-04:00

I've tried repeatedly to post a video from YouTube. Do you think I can do it? Do you see it anywhere here? Why am I the only one who can't post a video, a link to another blog, or anything else on the "sidebar?" Grrrr....

Oh.... the good news is that I rock at Guitar Hero. Ever heard of it? It's a video game where you play a guitar that has colored buttons on it in time with the music being played. My nephews and son were playing so I asked if I could give it a try. They said "sure" but gave each other looks as if to say, "this is gonna be funny." After nephew explained how to play, I gave it a shot. From the corner of my eye I could see one nephew grinning his biggest grin. At first I thought he was poking fun. Then the video announced, "YOU ROCK." And it was over. Smiling nephew said, "Auntie, are you sure you never played this before?" Me, "No, never." Nephew, "Well you did great! Better than Dave. Way better than my dad (my brother)." I, of course, took a bow. Then nephew said to son, "Now you can go back to school and tell your friends that your mom smoked ya at Guitar Hero." Son just laughed. That's me. Smokin'. One hot mama.

One hot mama who still can't post a video. Grrr.

The Naked Truth

2008-03-24T07:13:00.002-04:00

The truth is...

I used to look better naked. Now I don't mean that I looked better naked at 26 than I do at 46. Of course that is true. It goes without saying and seems true for almost everyone. I mean that I used to look better naked than I did clothed. Even in my younger years, I never really liked the way most clothes looked on me -- my arms seemed too long, my thighs too large -- clothes just didn't seem to hang right on my body. But naked (and as vain as this sounds), I thought I looked more than okay, and I never heard any complaints.

Time changes everything. I saw my whole naked body the other day. Of course I've caught glimpses of parts of myself over the past many years, but since having children I no longer wander around naked; therefore, I don't often see my entire body all at once. I had just taken a shower, opened the vanity drawer, and lo and behold, no towels. Not a single one. And I was standing there dripping wet. Having to choose between drip drying or going into the hall closet to search for a towel, I decided that a towel was the way to go. And on my way I passed a full-length mirror. Me, in only God's glory, in front of the mirror. Not a pretty sight. How long have I looked like that? And how could I not have noticed this sooner?

It's the kids. Blame it all on the kids. Since becoming mom, there's no more wandering around the house naked -- no chance to see my whole self. Yup, it's all their fault that I no longer look better naked. Sigh, sigh, sigh. I ate my way through the past few months. Think that might have anything to do with it? So, last night, having just eaten two bunny ears, I decided that it's time to shape up. It will be good for my health, good for my self-esteem, good for my life. I am officially beginning a healthy lifestyle routine.

Now can anyone tell me what's the difference between naked and nude?

Out All Night

2008-03-21T06:28:00.001-04:00

My pretty one after a hard night on the town. Reminds me of my "olden days."

Blah

2008-03-20T07:23:00.009-04:00

Blah sums up my feelings fairly accurately. I've got a bad case of the blahs/blues. Understandable? Yes. But that doesn't make it feel any better. I got a good scolding from one of my blogger friends who told me, in no uncertain terms, that I'd better get back on the ball. So here I am, trying my best.

For what it's worth:

Is the former governor of NY a complete idiot? What on earth was he thinking? Why didn't the guy use cash? But what I wonder most of all is why did he resign? Bill didn't. And, in my most humble (yet correct) opinion, if president Billy boy didn't resign after abusing a young White House INTERN, why should the governor resign? Billy's offense seems much more egregious.

My son is definitely attending the private school I mentioned long ago in a previous post. After much thought, that's what we've decided. Wouldn't you? Get this.... Son was in honors program last year (7th grade). Unfortunately, he got a 'D' in Spanish (his only non-honors course, since none of the children had studied a foreign language before). He was dropped from the honors program for 8th grade. About two months ago he came home with his course selection for high school which I had to sign off on. Where were the honors classes? "Mom, this is what my guidance counselor told me to put down." "What about math and science?" "Mom, this is what he said I should take." "That's bullshit." (Okay, I only said that in my head, but it's what I was thinking.) Just a day or two later, he received his acceptance letter from the private school congratulating him on being accepted into their "challenging Honors Program." They also told him that he was a "young man with a great deal of potential." THEY see it. The public school was going to let my bright, bright son fall through the cracks forever because he got a 'D' in Spanish in 7th grade? That was it for "honors" forever? Not for my son. It all goes back to the no child left behind thing. It's turned into the no child pushed ahead thing. Not for my son. So, we sent in the deposit, and he attends orientation in May. Oh.... last week he received a letter from their foreign language department strongly suggesting that he switch from Spanish to French when he attends their school. No, I do not feel elitist. I know how lucky my son is that we can afford to send him there. I feel fortunate that my son has the opportunity to achieve his full potential. It's sad that there are others out there like him that don't.

Yesterday was St. Joseph's Day. It's a big holiday in these parts. Our neighbor brought over a couple of zeppoles yesterday. Guess how many are left. Yummm.

Easter is just days away. Last night I filled all the eggs to be hidden for the hunt. We're having 14 people for dinner. And here I am, crying again, because Mil and Dad will both be missing for the first time. How I miss them. They'd both want us all to move on and be happy in our lives. I'm trying, I really am.

There's a message on my answering machine from my dad from the first day he was in the hospital. I can't bring myself to erase it. What's wrong with that?

One of my best friends and her husband have decided to divorce after 25 years. I just can't believe it. She's very bitter. I flat out asked her, "Is this really how you want things to end after all this time? You want to be enemies? I think you'll regret it later." Her, "I hate his f...ing guts."

Who made the back of the toilet tank the official tissue box place?

Will I ever feel creative again?

Happy Easter to all! Remember, somebunny loves you.

Friends

2008-03-06T14:02:00.004-05:00

Today's the best day I've had in a while. I'm finally starting to feel like myself again. I think a big part of it was talking to one of my dear friends. It's odd...sometimes you don't even notice how important a person has become to you until you realize that, in your own strange way, you need him. That's what has happened with me.

This morning I was cleaning up my email mess. There are so many of the stupid things I haven't even bothered to read or delete over the past five or six weeks, I had to do something. I ended up reading the email messages I had sent during the last few days of my dad's life and saw that they were all to the same person. I spent most of those days with my family at the hospital staying near Dad. But in the few private alone moments I had at home, I connected with this special friend, keeping him informed and pouring out all my sad, sad feelings. He responded in his usual kind, compassionate, and loving way. He kept me connected to life while I watched my dad's fade away. And I will be forever grateful.

So.... this afternoon I decided to go to the library. Once I'd arrived, thoughts of my friend just popped into my head, and I decided to call him right then and there from the parking lot. He seemed genuinely happy to hear from me, and I was certainly happy to hear a friendly upbeat voice. We talked for twenty minutes or so, just enough to revive this wilting woman, but hopefully not long enough to wear out my welcome. It was good. And the feeling lingers.

You never know where you might find a real friend. I'm thankful for those I have, and today I'm especially thankful for my newest real friend. Maybe someday he'll know how much his friendship means.

Tuesday Two

2008-03-04T13:44:00.004-05:00

On his way out the door this morning, son shouted his usual "Bye." Then, what seemed like an afterthought, "Barack and Roll, Mom.... Barack and Roll!" I yell to him to wait and then ask, "What does that mean?" "It's just something that the guys at school say. Young people want Barack to win. Our parents like rock and roll. So if we say 'Barack and Roll' maybe they'll vote for him." Hmmmm... son's been interested in politics for the past four or five years and discusses his opinions at length with me. He's not sure who I'll be voting for, and he knows that a slogan won't sway my decision. But good try, I think. At least he knows it is primary day in my state and that I will vote.

Later, as I walked to the polls, I thought about "Barack and Roll." Then it happened. One of those damned earworm moments that Winston talks about. In my head I hear (with my sincerest apologies to Bob Seeger): "Call me a relic, call me what you will. Say I'm old-fashioned, say I'm over the hill. Today's must ain't got the same soul. I like that old-time Barack and roll." Did it stop there? No, a couple more verses. Then (and again with my apologies to Rick Derringer): "Barack and roll , Hoochie Koo. Lawdy mama light my fuse. Barack and roll, Hoochie Koo. Truck on out and spread the news." Then, and fortunately last, (you know I have to apologize to Billy Joel, too): "Next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways, it's still Barack & Roll to me."

Now, have any rock and roll/Barack and roll songs popped into your head just by reading this? And will you be cursing me the next time you hear someone sing about rock and roll and a presidential candidate pops into your head?

Hey, at least I voted.

P.S. (can you P.S. on a blog?) It looked like Hillary was the only candidate running at our polling place. No Barack supporters, no republicans at all. ??

2008-02-28T06:29:00.002-05:00

I've sat here, at this keyboard, every morning for the past week. But nothing comes from this brain of mine. I think it's all the details. For the past six weeks or so -- details, details and more details. There's little room left within my gray matter for anything else, certainly not anything creative. Oh yes, I've had some (I've thought) wonderful blogging ideas. Yesss....I definitely have something to say about that!....only to have "that" (whatever "that" might have been) fly from my brain to somewhere else, never to be retrieved again. Oh well. Today I'm going to buy myself a little notebook to carry along in my daily travels. The plan is to jot down these marvelous insights and to share them later. It's great in theory. Let's see if it works in reality.

1931 - 2008

2008-02-14T04:26:00.005-05:00

Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers. I'm very sad to tell you that my dear old dad died on February 6. I try to console my mother, my children, my siblings, my nephews and my aunt by remembering what an honorable, faithful, dignified and joyful life my dad lived. He loved well and was well loved.

2 Timothy 4:7

I have fought the good fight. I have finished the race.

I have kept the faith.

As for me, I've been surprised that my faith throughout the past few weeks has not waivered but has become stronger.

I will be back again soon.

Say a Little Prayer

2008-02-05T09:31:00.001-05:00

My dear old Dad.

We can use all the help we can get.

I Predict

2008-02-03T05:04:00.000-05:00

31-21

Have a Super Sunday!

18-0!!

2008-01-21T07:30:00.000-05:00

Next stop....

Super Bowl!!!

Where Today's Action Is

2008-01-20T06:15:00.000-05:00

Last year -- it's all blurry, I know.

Must be because I was so excited to finally see Tom live. Pretty, ain't it?

17-0!!!

18-0?!! You can bet on it!

2008-01-14T06:26:00.001-05:00

17-0

2008-01-13T06:21:00.000-05:00

Seventeen and ohhhhhhhh!!!!

If you understand what it means, you know what it means.......Winston.

Woooooooo-eeeeeeee!

Just This Once

2008-01-11T09:18:00.000-05:00

I've always made it a personal policy not to discuss politics on this here blog. I've gotten myself into trouble "talking" politics, so I hesitate...but just this once...here's what I think.

VOTE -- any American reading this who is eligible to vote but doesn't has no right to whine, whine, whine when things don't go his/her way. I won't go into that it is a privilege, right or responsibility to vote. We all know that. We all know that there are people in the world who have been killed for simply trying to vote. It is easy for us here. I am well aware of the exceptions. But for most of us, it really is simple (I only have to walk across the street). There are no excuses. I don't care if you vote in a primary for the person you want elected in the end or if you vote for whom you perceive as the weaker candidate simply to make your candidate appear stronger (I don't understand it, but I don't care). Just VOTE with a conscience.

RESPECT THE OFFICE -- this is what's gotten me into trouble in the past. If we Americans were to truly respect the office, any office, then we would choose people who are qualified to represent us. A man or woman may not be worthy of respect, but the office is. I'm not talking about any other country's offices. I am talking about the United States of America.

CAMPAIGN CONTRIBUTION REFORM -- seems a no-brainer to me. It is sorely needed. I'm sure that there are major flaws in my reasoning, but why can't there be a campaign contribution fund that divides funds equally between all candidates? The rich are not representative of most Americans, and I'm sick and tired of only the wealthy being viable candidates. Daddy's money doesn't give you brains or morals or the ability to run a country. For those who insist upon being recognized for their contributions, I suggest that the public records include an "in support of" section where someone who wants to contribute money can choose to list their candidate of choice. Everyone will see who has the most supporters. I wonder how many wonderful candidates who are truly interested in public service have been shut out of political races of all kinds.

DEMOCRATS VS. REPUBLICANS -- call yourself whatever you want. Personally, I am registered independent. In my state that makes me eligible to vote in either party's primary (only one per election). I've been known to vote either side. I can walk into the Democratic primary, vote, and then declare myself an independent again on my way out of the polls.

Straight party voting seems stupid to me. I've met Democrats I've liked and hated. I've met Republicans I've liked and hated. And I believe the line between the two parties is fading. Vote your conscience. The right man or woman for the job. Simple.

The squeaky wheel gets the grease -- we all need to squeak loud and clear. Make some noise by making your choices heard. VOTE VOTE VOTE!

The end.

Enough

2008-01-10T07:33:00.000-05:00

Daughter recently told me "I need to be perfect." Needless to say, I completely disagreed, and we had a long talk. I told her that I understand that sometimes it seems important to be perfect, but as I heard somewhere once upon a time, good enough is good enough. But is good enough really good enough? And now I'm wondering:

Am I good enough? (I try to be, but I'm often left thinking I'm not quite good.)
Am I smart enough? (I'm smart enough to know that I don't know everything.)
Am I rich enough? (I'm not rich, but I don't want for anything and have plenty to share.)
Am I thin enough? (Nope, but the way my husband looks at me still makes me feel beautiful.)
Am I young enough? (Relatively speaking, in the terms of life span, I suppose I am. I'm young enough to still be in good health, have fun with my kids, and enjoy a satisfying sex life).
Am I kind enough? (I try. Boy do I try. But I sometimes lose my patience with people and am working on that.)
Am I funny enough? (I sure can make my children laugh, if that counts.)
Am I simply enough?

I could go on and on, but then I get sick of thinking about this stuff. As Popeye the Sailor Man said, "I am what I am, and that's all that I am."

Enough is Enough.

What Has Been (Recently)

2008-01-08T11:12:00.000-05:00

I've got nothing worth saying. Here are a few photos.

The house across the street.

Snow's gone now.

The one photo I took in New York.

Menu with Mary's shiny hair.

My creativity never ceases to amaze me. Hmmmph.

What is this disgusting thing?

Niece made many meese.

(Inspired by Dr. Seuss)

I ate one.
It was delicious.

2008-01-04T08:04:00.001-05:00

"A positive attitude might not be enough to improve your life, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth it."

-- Unknown

2008

2008-01-02T07:35:00.000-05:00

This year I resolve to put myself first, sometimes anyway. So far, so good.

We rang in the new year at home, a bunch of us, tired but together. Off to bed at minutes past twelve. Six a.m. comes early on New Year's Day.

A shiny new year! Off at 8 a.m., headed for the Bronx. But the very best part was knowing that in a few short hours, I'd finally be meeting Mary of ShortyPJs fame!!!! The drive wasn't great. It was raining cats and dogs. We'd travelled about an hour and a half when the cell phone rang. It was our little friend's mom calling to tell us she was in Springfield (MA) and asking if we could bring her boy there, a state away, instead of to the Bronx. Now, normally, I would have said yes, even though it would mean travelling another two hours out of our way (talk about the long route to Springfield), but c'mon, it wasn't even noon on New Year's day. I wasn't about to break my resolution yet! And, just last New Year's Day I had already broken a date with Mary. No way was I going to do that again. So, believe it or not, I said no. I was going to Manhattan with or without her son (yes, I would absolutely have dragged him along). She told me that she'd see what she could do. We reached a compromise. We'd drop little guy off in Bridgeport. After driving around Bridgeport for 30 minutes or so, we finally stumbled upon a very kind police officer who got us just where we needed to be. Back on the road. Sticking to our original plan, we drove to the Bronx where we spent another half hour looking for a place to park. We're now four and a half hours into the trip, soaking wet (from our romp around Bridgeport), but excited to be nearing our destination. Poor Mary had to listen to our tales of woe as we kept her posted during our adventure. Finally, I was able to call Mary and report that we were at the subway and would probably reach meeting place in a half hour or so.

Husband and I rumbled along beneath the streets of New York. Bedraggled, but happy, we made our way to our meeting spot. THERE SHE WAS. I would have recognized her anywhere. At first, she looked right past me. I know. There I was, hair frizzed from the rain, no make-up, wrinkled, probably looking nothing like any photo I've ever posted (don't you all choose only the best ones to show?). As my mom would say, I looked "like a drowned rat." Not the first impression I'd like to make, but from reading Mary's blog for a long time now, I knew that she wouldn't care one little bit. And if she wouldn't care, neither would I! I introduced Mary to husband. Then Mary and I were off!

One thing is for sure. When Mary says that she walks quickly, she means it. I'm usually the one everyone tries to keep up with. Not Mary. We walked our way to a delicious lunch. Then we walked off only a tiny bit of lunch on our way to ice cream. A great little shop offering flavors I could never have dreamed of. Delicious cone of honeydew and banana. Yum. Mary suggested we sit on a bench in a small park to finish our cones. There we ran into hubby. The three of us chatted. Bob found Mary quite charming and was pleased to learn that I'd invited her to come visit us here. After finishing our cones, the three of us rumbled our way underground back towards the Bronx. Who knew I'd ever take a subway ride with Mary?!! Mary exited at her stop, and wished us a Happy New Year. She had no way of knowing that, for me, it was one of the best and certainly the most memorable New Year in a long time.

I hope to see Mary again sometime over the summer. Yup, the two of us (with cocktails in hand) sitting somewhere outside overlooking the Atlantic. Or maybe just sitting on the boat's deck at the slip (still with drinks in hand).

I hope all of you have as much fun keeping your resolutions as I have. Happy New Year.

The List

2007-12-30T07:36:00.000-05:00

We've been so wildly busy around here the past couple of weeks that it's been just about impossible to post anything. Having a few free moments this morning, I decided to take a look at the list of possible future posts I've been making. I was hoping to be inspired, but no, I'm just left staring at the stupid list. Instead of skipping it altogether again, I've decided to post the list.

"What are you doing?" "Just trying to see what it would be like to live with no thumbs."
Auntie is in good shape.
Pats going for 16-0. Update: The Patriots did indeed finish their season undefeated 16-0. The question now is whether or not they'll meet up with Winston's Titans in the playoffs. (What you gonna do then, Winston?)
Mother Nature
Pea in ear
Rehab
Christmas
Dirt on the floor
Dog
Cat opened door for stupid dog
Loving
Juh no

I promise that once I get everyone back to school or work or home or wherever they belong, I will try to get back into the thick of things. Hmmmm. Maybe that should be one of my many New Year's resolutions.

Happy New Year one and all!

Do You Hear What I Hear?

2007-12-21T14:03:00.001-05:00

Trying to get into the holiday spirit, I finally dragged out the Christmas Collection. I'm not sure if it's my mood or just circumstance, but I purchased two new CD's this year and neither thrilled me. Then I won a gift basket at the school fair which included the CD in front by John Legend. By far the best I've heard this year.

Okay, so poke fun all you want. I know there's more than a few that are probably good for a laugh or two. There's at least 30 here with a few more floating around the homes of my friends (just call me the Christmas music lending library).

Hoping you all will have music in your hearts this Christmas. Ho Ho Ho.

Christmas Spirit

2007-12-19T07:07:00.000-05:00

We made it through a storm where thousands of people were stranded on the highway for seven or more hours (including friends of ours) to mother-in-law's wake. We survived another storm over the weekend, but I was forced to postpone the Sunday School Christmas Pageant.

Now it's on to finish the shopping, wrapping, cooking and cleaning and dinner for 26 on Christmas Day. I promise I will be back soon to fill in all the details. For now, let's just say that I have a truly amazing family, more so than I ever realized.

I'm trying to find some Christmas spirit somewhere in the midst of all this sadness. I know it's here, and I can almost feel it when I look into the sparkling, excited eyes of my children. Maybe I'll feel it tomorrow.

Until then, Merry Christmas my friends. With love from Elsie.

2007-12-11T13:44:00.000-05:00

At the suggestion of one of my dear blogger friends who obviously has been concerned about me, I'm letting you know that lately it's been a difficult time for our family. My beloved mother-in-law never fully recovered from her fall over the summer, spent the past two weeks in a hospice center, and passed away on Sunday night. She was a beautiful woman, inside and out. We will miss her dearly.

I will be back as soon as we get things sorted out. It's time for me to use all my energy on my family right now. I know you'll all understand. Please keep my family, especially my children, in your thoughts and prayers.

I will see you all soon.

love,
Elsie

First Snow

2007-12-03T06:37:00.001-05:00

"Mom! It's snowing!!!!!"

I could hear my own excitement reflected in their voices.

Too bad they'll be disappointed to find it all melted this morning. Sledding will have to wait for another day.

Winter!

Better Late?

2007-11-30T13:38:00.000-05:00

A while back I said that I'd post some photos of Thanksgiving decorations. Happily, I've learned that I'm not the only one who decorates for Thanksgiving!

Here's a box of Thanksgiving stuff. I was excited to open it until I realized that much of what I have is not in this box. Do you think I was able to find the other box? No. It's probably buried up in the attic, a place I never venture. I'm missing the cutest wooden Pilgrims that usually adorn the den mantel. This year, it was left bare.

Here's the living room. It looks much prettier in person. I am not a good photographer.

Here's the kitchen.

Didn't I learn anything from Martha? Did you know you're never supposed to put out candles without lighting the wicks first? Well, I did light them before we had any company. I'm sure I made Martha proud.

Now what's this, you wonder? Obviously it's a turkey, which I made (well, painted and fired) for my son when he was about four.

It's a Lollipop Turkey. This is what he's supposed to look like, sort of. I've always used lollipops that are in clear wrappers. He looks more colorful that way. But a mom's got to do what a mom's got to do. After much searching for the lollipops (do you remember the ones that came in a strip, all different colors?) unsuccessfully, I ended up with these. The children still liked it, and it is sort of cute, but you should see what he's really supposed to look like. Maybe next year.

And now tomorrow is December 1. Christmastime. Be prepared for this year's CD recommendation -- coming soon. Any suggestions?

Hope all your Thanksgivings were wonderful!

Rhymes with Itchy

2007-11-27T07:04:00.000-05:00

(This one is for the girls, with my sincerest apologies to any man who wanders by)

What do I have to be itchy about? Thanksgiving was great!! Life is good. All things considered, there's not much to itch about. Then again, there's always something. And here it is.

During the past few weeks, I have been hot. And I mean HOT. What's so bad about being hot, you wonder? Well it's not as if I've been receiving compliments "You're so hot, baby." That would be fine. That would be great! But I've been getting hotter and hotter and hotter. I've been waking up in the middle of the night because I'm so damned hot. Sweating, actually. Yup. It appears that the time has come for me to join my sisters in night sweats hotter than hell. The other morning I awoke wearing nothing. Naked. Perfectly okay with me, normally, but on this morning I couldn't remember going to bed without clothing or taking my clothing off. I looked at husband who was looking back at me. He obviously realized that I was naked (not that he minded) and I sheepishly admitted to not remembering what must have been a passionate night for us. "Do you think I've got early onset Alzheimer's?" I asked. He laughed, a deep belly laugh, and said, "In the middle of the night you sat up, yelled 'It's SOOOOOOOO hot!" and ripped your nightgown off and threw it across the room. Then you put your head back on the pillow and went back to sleep." I looked across the room, and sure enough there was my nightgown crumpled up on the floor next to the door. How could I not remember that (though it's certainly better than not remembering other things, I suppose)?!! Now Husband thinks this is all pretty funny. I am not laughing. It is uncomfortable. The sweat is disgusting. I feel old.

But that's not the worst part. The same day, yes the very same day, I got my period. Now what the hell is up with that? Hot flashes and cramps all at the same time?!!! Is this God's idea of a joke? Well it's not funny. I'd rather be pregnant.

Itchy. Itchy. Itchy.

Happy Thanksgiving

2007-11-22T06:58:00.001-05:00

The best part of Thanksgiving is that it's the one day that everyone loves big fat thighs!

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

And I Quote

2007-11-19T07:41:00.000-05:00

"It's all Tom Brady."

-- John Madden

For What It's Worth....

2007-11-15T15:29:00.000-05:00

While driving home the other day, I saw a woman pushing a dog in a baby stroller. A dog! Who does that? Now I've seen everything.

On that same drive I was listening to talk radio. The host of the show was talking about the local prison and the need for "conjugated visits." Let's see. I am here. You are there. I think I understand the problem.

Remember Fuzzy Wuzzy soap? Shaped like a bear and grew fuzz when dry. I loved that soap. Now I wonder what made the soap fuzzy and if some of my weirdness is one of the effects of playing with it. I'd still buy some if I could. Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?

What I overheard: Daughter to son -- "A girl in my class was caught cheating today. Mrs. O ripped up her paper and gave her a zero." Son -- "I hope you don't cheat. You're very smart like me. Very smart. You'll probably always do better than most kids in your class, so if you cheat you'll end up doing worse than if you try to figure out the answer yourself." Daughter -- "Yeah, and if you get caught, mom and dad will be really mad." Son -- "Yup. Dad would get a little mad. Mom would get REALLY mad."

I spent the other day hanging curtains for my grandma. Sounds nice, but I worried about telling husband. I took down the curtains in our bedroom in September to replace them. But, of course, I had purchased the wrong size. Now I can't find anything I like. The sun streams in early which can be rather aggravating. Our windows are still bare, but grandma has curtains on hers! Fortunately husband has a good sense of humor and simply laughed about it. Guess I'd better get a move on.

The dog ate an entire loaf of bread....again.

We went on our Christmas tree hunt last weekend. I brought along the camera to take photos. I was planning to use one for our Christmas card. I never even sent cards last year. After back surgery I was happy to manage shopping for the children, never mind sending cards. So I was very excited about getting a nice photo for this year's. As always, we chose the perfect tree for us. I took out the camera, heard the lovely tune that plays when I turn it on. And then on the display "Batteries Exhausted." Crap! I tried it again. I removed the batteries and switched them around. "Batteries Exhausted." Nothing! No tree hunt photo. Yesterday while searching my purse I found two new batteries. Oh yes, they were in there from our trip to New York. I'd completely forgotten all about them. I think my brain is exhausted.

Our nieces and nephews are at that age where they prefer money or gift cards to presents. Makes things easy for this auntie. I received my credit card points rewards catalog which included gift certificates to some nifty places. Great! I redeemed points for nine pretty nice gift cards. I'm such a great customer (who has a bijillion points) that they sent the cards via overnight delivery. I was excited to receive them. Then I had a pang of guilt, and now I want to buy gift cards from the same stores using cash. I have a case of feeling cheap about using reward points. Husband thinks I am crazy. Just maybe I am.

Maybe I should worry about getting through Thanksgiving before worrying about Christmas. We were expecting 18 people, until last night when I found out that people I love have no plans. So now it's 22. The more the merrier, I say (and Mary says too). Right?

I was playing a word game and could not figure out the answer. It was reappear. For some reason I read it as "reap pear." What's a reap pear I wondered. Then it dawned on me, after losing the game: re-appear, but you knew that, didn't you?

The scholastic book program is one of life's greatest things. Where else can you buy three or four books for your kids for $10? Plus purchasing books through them has the big advantage of evoking some wonderful childhood memories. Mom and Dad always let me get as many books from scholastic as I wanted. Is it any wonder that I do the same?

And finally, for what it's worth..... Need I say anything else?

2007-11-12T07:07:00.000-05:00

To wish to be well is a part of becoming well.

-- Seneca

I Wonder

2007-11-06T13:02:00.001-05:00

I just finished a book that was a difficult read for me. It wasn't the words themselves that were challenging but the topic. The one light spot was when one of the characters described a list her sister had compiled: the Movies You Cannot Click Past. Now I've never had a list myself, but there are a couple of movies that I just cannot click past. There aren't many of them. I generally watch a movie once and that's plenty for me. I figure there are so many other movies out there that I haven't seen, why bother watching the same ones over and over again.

I suppose I should be embarrassed by my list for it does not include any classics, but for what it's worth I can't resist:

Groundhog Day. This was the one that immediately came to mind when I saw "Movies You Cannot Click Past." See how sophisticated my taste is? There's something about living the same day many times over and having the chance to redeem yourself that appeals to me. And, surprisingly enough, Bill Murray appeals to me in this movie, too. I've seen this silly thing many, many times, yet every time I click onto it, no matter where it is during the film, I stop to watch until the end.

With Six You Get Eggroll: Doris Day and Brian Keith and a bunch of unruly children. I'm not sure, but I'd bet this movie was released before I was even born. I haven't seen this one in a couple of years, but you can bet I'll stay glued to whatever channel it's on if I click onto it. Goofy, but I love it.

Yours, Mine and Ours: Lucille Ball and Henry Fonda. Again, another that was probably made long before I existed (I should probably check these things, but I'm too lazy). I remember seeing it first when I was a little girl, and I thought that Lucy was absolutely beautiful and that the oldest son was cute as could be. I wanted to be part of that family.

MASH: Donald Sutherland. Need I say more?

I know I should probably include some classics on my list if only to show how mature my taste is. But it is what it is. What films would be on your list? Maybe then, if I start to pass by them, I can stop and bring my movie-watching ways to maturity.

Exhausted!

2007-11-05T08:55:00.000-05:00

I'm still exhausted from Saturday's journey to the Big Apple (and yesterday's Pats vs. Colts nail biter). I promised Mary a story or two, and I will keep that promise, just not today.

Here's a little preview.

"I'm never going to New York again."

-- daughter, November 3, 2007

Next time it will be me, a great hotel with spa, fine dining and theater. And just maybe I can convince Mary to drag me around instead of my dragging daughter around. You can take the girl out of the suburbs....

Politically (In)Correct

2007-11-04T06:04:00.000-05:00

vs. them

Game on, Winston. May the best (looking) QB win.

"You Should Have Seen It!!"

2007-11-02T06:05:00.000-04:00

While on vacation in sunny California last February, we ventured out one night to a local hot spot for dinner. We managed the obligatory forty-five minute wait (not an easy feat with children in tow) and were finally seated at a lovely booth. It had been an exciting day filled with fun at Disneyland. We were all happy and hungry. Unfortunately, the people in the next booth were not. Son and I had the luxury of sitting with our backs to the two losers, but we were able to hear everything ....and I mean everything.... going on back there. They were a young couple, obviously in the midst of a relationship crisis. Bickering back and forth and back and forth and back and forth until I was ready to scream. Wait... we're getting a break.

She: "I'm going to the bathroom."

He: "Good, don't hurry back."

Then... (talking loudly on a cell phone)

He: "Who the hell is this? Why is your number on my girl's phone? (Pause) Oh, yeah, well you're a f..cking fag. (Pause) Hey, I don't care. I know you love taking it up the ..ss."

THAT WAS ENOUGH FOR ME. My head whipped around so fast you'd think I wasn't human.. and in the loudest voice possible.

Me: "Hey, buddy. I've got kids here!!!" And that's all I said.

The children looked at me like I was crazy. Husband gave me a knowing smile, for he could see that I made young man more than a little uncomfortable. As soon as girlfriend returned from her bathroom trip, they got up and left. Both kids eyed them as they made their way towards the door.

Son: "Wow, mom, you just told off a biker dude." I hadn't even noticed (or cared) that the warped young man was dressed like a hoodlum with a red bandanna wrapped around his head.

Husband: "I think he was a gang member. But even biker dudes and gang guys have a heart when it comes to kids. And you made him realize what a jerk he was being. You embarrassed him right out of here."

Me: "Well, good." And I hoped to let it drop. The children (son, in particular) wouldn't let it go. I finally got him to stop talking about it. I was no hero, just an angry mom.

When we returned and went to see Nana and Grandpa bearing gifts and tales of our adventures, what's the first thing son shares? "You should have seen it. Mom took on a gang guy. She wasn't even scared!" He told them the whole story (and delighted in whispering to Grandpa the sad-excuse-for-a-man's exact words). I hadn't realized then that I created the highlight of son's trip. He told anyone who would listen this story for weeks.

Don't mess with a mama. She'll do anything for her babies. I always have, and I always will. You should have seen it.

(This post was inspired by Joy's October 31 post "Shopping with the Bickersons." Visit Joy at joyofsix.typepad.com).

Treat!!!!

2007-11-01T22:18:00.000-04:00

Rice Krispie Treats it is, Mary! I just knew you'd have sticky mom experience, too.

I love Rice Krispie Treats. Yes, they're delicious -- sticky and gooey, too. Yes, they give me the warm fuzzies when I recall my own mom packing one in my lunch. But the reason I most love them is because they're so easy to make, and there's nothing to bake. I must confess, I am a bad (oh so very, very bad) baker. Nothing ever turns out the way it was meant to be. I've been persistent. I try and I try, and I've perfected lopsided cakes, translucent cookies (who even thought that was possible?), and dry muffins. Yet, even for me, Rice Krispie Treats turn out perfect every time! I include them in my arsenal of homemade, yet unbaked, treats (I've also got a way with chocolate dipped anything). Bring some to a party, and they're always the first thing to go. Kids love 'em. Grown-ups love 'em. Even the dog loves 'em.

No trick here. They're this mom's saving grace (saving face) contribution to the dessert table. Long live the Rice Krispie Treat!

What's This?

2007-11-01T07:26:00.001-04:00

It's the start of something. Bet Mary knows what it is and what it will become. Any guesses?

It's the Season

2007-10-30T12:54:00.000-04:00

to get into the spirit of things...

The ingredients aren't bad: peach schnapps, Bailey's, and grenadine. But the sum of its parts is boo disgusting to even consider drinking.

Go ahead, I dare you.

Exciting!

2007-10-29T06:36:00.000-04:00

So exciting!!! They did it! The Boston Red Sox won the World Series, sweeping the Colorado Rockies 4-0!!!

(to be read in your most monotone voice) So boring. They did it again. The Patriots won 52-7.

Something's got to give. The last two weeks haven't even been fun to watch (well... Tommy is always fun to watch, especially when rushing for a touchdown or two).

The Red Sox won the World Series!!

Ho Hum

2007-10-23T10:10:00.000-04:00

Today on Liz's blog (www.liz-and-harvey.blogspot.com), she posted about "What Movie Are You?" and provided a link to a quiz. I don't do the quizzes that often, but I wondered what movie I might be. Liz is "Apocalypse Now." Me, well....just plain boring (good movie though). She also mentioned the "What Great Leader Are You?" quiz. So, I took that one, too. I'm making my do-goody-good self sick today. Check this out.

Now, if any of you want to show how much more creative and exciting and whatever you are than me, pop on over to her site to link to the test. Then let me know what movie and/or great leader you are. I think I will live vicariously from now on.

Ho Hum. That's me! Yuck.

Deja Vu

2007-10-22T05:48:00.000-04:00

Take a quick look at last Monday's (10/15) post, change the score to 49-28, change the record to 7-0, and there you have it.... all over again.

And congratulations to the Tennessee team, too, who pulled out a victory at the very last second. They now hold the NFL record for most field goals (8) in one game. It didn't look pretty, but hey, a win's a win.

Oh, and those Red Sox... they're on their way to the World Series! What fun it is to be a New Englander.

2007-10-21T06:25:00.000-04:00

Equal time....

Though I'm not a fan, I am a New Englander. I must, therefore, acknowledge the great comeback of the Boston Red Sox. Last night's win (12-2) over the Indians brings them to tonight's game seven of the series. The winner becomes the American League Champion and earns a place in the World Series. Go Red Sox.

Maybe there's a both a World Series and Superbowl Championship (Go Pats!) in store for us this year!

Mutant

2007-10-20T05:32:00.000-04:00

Dedicated to my friend, Winston, a man who shows more interest in birds than most men would. On a recent visit to his blog where he posted about Liz's mutant (I can't, I just can't) ... bird, I mentioned having a mutant woodpecker lurking around my yard. After today's lesson, you will no longer wonder why I find this unsettling. You'll just know. Woodpeckers are found throughout the world. Today let's deal with several found right here in North America.

First there's the Acorn Woodpecker (melanerpes formicivorus). His name says it all, but he's not the problem.

Nor is the Downy Woodpecker, busy doing his thing in the photo.

"Several adaptations combine to protect the woodpecker's brain from the substantial pounding that the pecking behavior causes." (I wonder if the human male brain has similarly adapted).

It's not the Hairy Woodpecker, though I've seen more than my share of them in my day.

No, it's not the male Flicker, but I hear he's a special friend of all the female Flickers.

No, it's not even the Red Cockaded, one of the most interesting to be sure.

It's the scariest of them all. He's haunted my dreams since I was a child. He's a big, fat......

Woody.

If anyone out there knows how to get rid of these or any other peckers lurking about out there, please, please let me know.

Quandary

2007-10-16T07:30:00.000-04:00

I've always been a proponent of public schools. After all, education is the great equalizer, right? So here we are with a son who is blessed with brain power. And here we are with one of the best private high schools in the country, probably the best in New England, right in our own back yard. And here we are, confronted with what's "right" and what's "right for our son." The advantages of sending our little boy (he's still only 12) to the private school seem endless. The facility alone is amazing, nothing like public school. That 98 percent of the school's graduates go on to college, that 80 percent of them get into the first school of their choice, that 50 percent of them receive scholarships far exceeding the amount paid for tuition at the high school and that a class of 220 received over $7 million in scholarships last year only adds to our confusion.

We moved into our current home when our son was in kindergarten. We chose a neighborhood where the elementary school was known as one of the best in the city. We felt bad about doing even that, because there are many families who probably could not afford to move into our neighborhood. But we did it anyway, in the best interests of our children. So, is that what we do now? Do we send our boy to the private school because we know it is best for him? What about the families who do not have the resources to send their child to this school? Education the great equalizer? Sure. But unless you're able and willing to spend mega money (or if your child is one of the 12 students each year to get a scholarship to this school), your child will not receive the same education as the children who attend this private school. I won't even get started on public schools' "no child left behind" thing because I've seen first hand that it's also the "no bright child" will be pushed initiative. Education is now geared toward teaching to the "middle of the pack." Great, if your child is in the middle, but if he is advanced.... he's screwed. And I can feel the screw turning tighter and tighter.

We've been talking about this a lot, husband and I. He thinks that our son will do fine and get into a good college no matter which school he attends. I think that he has a far better chance to get into the college of his choice if he attends the private school. Husband thinks that we might be smarter to take the money we would spend on high school and invest it for college. I think that spending it on high school will be a better investment in our son's future because he'll most likely be able to get into an even better college coming from the private school. Husband thinks that we pay outrageous taxes to live in our neighborhood and to support public education. I suppose I'd have to agree with that one.

In the end, I know that husband will probably leave the final decision to me. Frankly, he's never been overly involved in the education of either of our kids. Just ask him the name of any of our children's teachers and you'll see how clueless he is. He is, however, educated. He's got degrees upon degrees, and he is very successful in his career. I value his opinion, but I think he's wrong about this. So now what to do?

How big a hypocrite am I if I send my child to private school? And what about daughter? She will have to pay a price, too. If we send son to private school, she can probably kiss any exciting vacations and adventures goodbye. There won't be money for that.

Lots and lots to consider. I love my children and want what's best for them. Now to figure out what is best. Private or public? Public or private? My wish for my children is for them to thrive in school and out. I want my children to get ahead; not being left behind simply isn't good enough.

Told You So

2007-10-15T08:29:00.000-04:00

My Tommy led his friends to victory once again (48-27) against some other guys. Record 6-0. Best NFL QB, dear Winston.

And easy on the eyes, too.

2007-10-08T20:59:00.000-04:00

On September 30th, Winston posted "Before You Croak" on his blog (http://www.nobodyasked.com/). He suggested that some of us might want to make a list of our own. After much thought, here's mine.

Places you might want to consider:

1. Banff, Alberta, Canada -- perhaps the most beautiful place I've ever experienced. I've been fortunate enough to go with my parents when I was about 11, with my cousins when I was about 15, and again in my mid-twenties. There's something for everyone. Most of the streets have animal names. There's swimming in the hot sulfur springs beneath truly majestic mountains. Simply looking at the mountain's reflection in Lake Louise takes your breath away. I've heard Texas called "God's country" many times, but I've got to believe it's Banff. I can't wait to go back again.

2. Christmas at my house. There's nothing quite like it. As a Christian, I celebrate Christmas in a private, quiet way with my husband and children at our church. Then it's a free-for-all Christmas afternoon and evening. There are always so many people. Young. Old. Male. Female. Married. Single. Gay. Straight. Christian. Jew. Muslim. Atheist. Teacher. Nurse. Executive. Social Worker. Student. Engineer. Mom. Dad. Grandma. Grandpa. Aunt. Uncle. Cousin. Friend. It's our own kaleidoscope of people. Everyone celebrating our love for each other. As simple and complex as that. My dad once said, "if only the world could be like our family." I wish everyone could celebrate a holiday like that just once. You all (or most of you, anyway) are invited.

3) Sailing with friends on a hot summer day. There's nothing quite like the feel of the wind or the summer sun burning the delights of the day onto your face. Good food, good drink, good wind and good friends are the recipe for the perfect day.

4) Simultaneous mutual orgasm (stolen directly from Winston's list). To that I'd add living together to a ripe old age with only the shared memory of the mutual orgasm, when love is all that's left and love is enough.

5) Sunset at Rick's Cafe in Negril, Jamaica. They (and who are "they" anyway?) say that it's the most beautiful sunset in the western hemisphere. Having experienced the sunset there with one of my dearest friends, tropical cocktails in hand, I'd have to believe it's true. If there's a more spectacular sunset anywhere, I'd like to see it.

Then there's my list of places I've never been, but hope to see before I croak.

1) Paris. The City of Lights. I've heard mixed reviews from several of my friends, but I still want to experience it for myself. I picture it being one of the most romantic cities on this earth. Ooooo, and the food. Someday I'm going to go see for myself.

2) Mount Rushmore. I don't know why I feel the need to see it, but I do. And I will. Someday.

3) Alaska. Everyone I know who's ever been there says it's spectacular. I wonder if parts of it have that same feeling as Banff. I'd like to see the finish of the Iditarod, a dog sled race I've been following as long as I can remember. Plus all those men.... I'm going there someday, too.

4) Block Island. Just because it's there.

And given the chance to do absolutely anything.... (feels like there should be a drum roll here) ... I would happily blast off in one of our Space Shuttles. It may be silly, but when I was a little girl I wanted to be an astronaut. I was told that girls couldn't be astronauts -- too dangerous and all that science. I would still go into space in a minute. Now it's not that I'm a girl, it's that I'm too damn old. But if I could....

Instead, I'll try visiting Block Island one of these days.

Hitting a Nerve

2007-10-08T02:52:00.000-04:00

My newest (4 years) and youngest (32 years) friend and I were enjoying a cup of coffee and some girl talk. The subject was, of course, men. She knew I'd been divorced once, but on this day she asked me about it. Trying to not sound too bitter, I told her the shortened version of what happened between ex and me and how afraid of him I had been. I wrapped it up with, "One day I realized that whenever I came home and saw his car in the driveway, I thought 'oh, shit.' I knew that I couldn't live like that any longer. And that was that." The look on her face told me everything I needed to know, and she switched to a safe subject, our children.

Had I been thinking clearly about the things that I had witnessed between her and her husband, I might have considered putting it a different way. Sitting here tonight and looking back, I realize that she behaves the same way I did when married to ex -- panics when she's five minutes late getting home, worries that anything she does will make him angry, is far more calm when he is not around -- the list goes on. It seemed to be the words about seeing his car in the drive and all the anxiety it caused that hit a nerve. She didn't have to say anything; her face said it all.

So here I am wondering what to do about it. I'm not even sure if it's any of my business. I let the moment slip by without saying or asking anything. Is that what friends are supposed to do? Should I bring the subject back up or just let it go? It is her life and her marriage. What didn't work for me could work just fine for someone else, I guess. But that look. I can't get it out of my mind.

For now I will pray for a whole, wonderful life for her. And I will be thankful for the second chance I've been given with my sweet, happy, supportive husband. I wonder if that's all I can do.

2007-10-07T06:51:00.000-04:00

Not Me

2007-10-04T12:33:00.000-04:00

I am no longer part of the rat race. I haven't been part of it for what seems like forever but has, in reality, only been 12 years. And how things change.

This morning I had an appointment in Providence which required driving during rush hour. People have gone crazy! First, there was a guy who pulled out from Dunkin' Donuts right in front of me. Hey, we all make mistakes, but this guy was holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a cell phone in the other. How on earth did he even make the turn? And was he trying to kill me? I may be getting older, but my reflexes are still pretty good, so I jammed on the brakes and avoided a collision. Good.

Then, once I got onto the highway, things got really crazy. Cars everywhere. I made the mistake of trying to not follow too close, but this one guy decided that there was plenty of room for him to enter my lane without using his blinker. Again, I jam on the brakes and pray that I don't get rear ended. I didn't. Good.

I finally make it to a lovely section of Providence. I'm the first car stopped at a red light. Light turns green. I make yet another mistake, beginning to enter the intersection. A woman this time, but again on the cell phone, barrels through the intersection, right through a red light! You know now, jam on the brakes. Everyone is safe. Good.

I arrive at my destination just in time for my appointment. Now there's nowhere to park! Are you kidding me? I circle the block. Nothing. Circle the next block. Nothing. End up back where I started when someone pulls away from the curb. I pull right in. Good.

Run into the office. The appointment goes off without a hitch. Great! Rush hour's over and the trip home is easy and pleasant.

Now I solemnly swear I will never again make an appointment in Providence at 8 a.m. Never. The Rat Race is over for me. To any of you who must live it each day, I wish you peace and good reflexes.

Bad Mom

2007-10-03T07:23:00.000-04:00

Grandpa Ralph

Once again I was reprimanded by daughter for answering, "A dog and a cat," when asked, "Do you have any pets?" "Mom, you always say a dog and a cat, but you never say that we have a pet fish."

So, in the interest of full disclosure, WE HAVE A DOG AND A CAT AND A FISH.

Now, I don't really think of the fish as a pet. We inherited him from our house's previous owner who didn't want to drag him to their new digs (it's hard to say no when asked, in front of the children, if we'd like to keep him). We were told that he was thirty-five years old, yes 35, when we became his family. We were told that they'd given up on him during the Blizzard of '78 when his tank was so dirty he couldn't be seen. But he came through.

We had a hard time believing that a fish could possibly be so old. But now we've had him for seven years (!!), making him 42 years old. Yup, according to what we've been told, he's now 42. I suppose that's unusual and a feat in itself to live that long (I really don't know about fish, so it could be common, but I doubt it).

So..... we have a dog, a cat, AND a fish.

The end.

Just Stuff

2007-09-24T07:20:00.001-04:00

Thanks, Jack, for your inspiration. It all turned out pretty good.

Before

During

After

Look, you can't even see the edge of the planter on this one!

Not too bad for Mrs. Brown Thumb!

Winston, Pats 3-0. My Tommy sure seems to know how to handle the ball. And he's on the new cover of GQ! Guess I'm not the only one.

Oh No.....

2007-09-17T13:53:00.001-04:00

Daughter is thrilled with the newest American Girl doll. What thrills her most is that "Julie" is the newest member of their historical collection -- from 1974. 1974?!!! I didn't realize that being 13 then would make me historic now. Daughter thinks it's very funny. Personally, I don't get the joke.

Too Sexy??

2007-09-14T09:17:00.000-04:00

I know it's probably wrong, but I think it might be nice getting thrown off a plane on occasion.

I Let Go of Pluto...

2007-09-14T09:02:00.000-04:00

but I can't bring myself to let go of Australia.

Daughter was studying geography last night, specifically continents. "Do you know all the continents, Mom?" "Sure, I know the continents -- North America, South America, Asia, Africa, Antarctica, Europe, and Australia." "No mom. Australia isn't a continent, it's a country in Oceania." "What?" "Australia is in Oceania." Now, here's where I feel really stupid. "No, sweetie, Australia is a continent." "No, Mom. Oceania is the continent. Australia is part of it. So is New Zealand and Papua New Guinea and a bunch of other little islands." Was there a big news story that I missed? She proves her point by showing me a map (printed in 2006) she got in school.

First Pluto, now Australia. Will this soon be a trick question on Jeopardy? Probably not. Those people probably know already. I feel so uninformed. Who made this decision, and how could they do it without talking to me?

"You learn something new every day, Mom." You sure do. Oceania. Sigh.

A Bunch of Insignificant Thoughts

2007-09-12T13:33:00.000-04:00

Redbox -- the greatest thing since sliced bread -- where you can rent a movie for $1.00 on your way out of the grocery store -- basically a DVD vending machine.

Things I've heard from children recently: Daughter --"You look pretty when you're sleeping, even when you snore." Son's friend -- "Happy birthday, Mrs. C., you're not as old as you look." Six-year-old neighbor boy -- "My dad says you're sorta cute in a middle ages kind of way." Same six-year-old "My dad sleeps in the bed, my mom sleeps on the couch." Kids will tell you anything!

Daughter -- "I want to take violin lessons," which sounds worse than any of the above. Ugh. Guess who rented a violin yesterday? And why haven't I been able to convince her to take piano lessons when there's a piano in our living room?

Led Zeppelin is going on tour. How many people under the age of 40 will attend?

I'm not so sure it's a good thing being a Patriots fan today.

Why does grooming the dog cost as much as grooming myself? He doesn't even get color!

How can so many boogers come out of one head?

Do everyone's kids get invited to at least one birthday party per month?

Why is the amount of time one takes to prepare dinner directly related to how late one's spouse will be getting home from work?

How excited am I to see Donald Sutherland starring on a new series?

There's a squirrel that has no tail living in our yard. He's been named "Mutant Squirrel Thing." I've been trying to get a photo, but I'm scared to get too close now that I know he's a mutant.

When will everyone's own conduct be more important to them than the conduct of Hollywood's finest?

I'm feeling lucky today.

Are You Ready... (ladies only)

2007-09-10T11:00:00.001-04:00

for some football, Liz? Here's New England's own Tom Brady, three-time Super Bowl champ. Best quarterback in the NFL. And now you know why I've become a football fan these past few years...
I figured I needed to reply to your post on rugby. We don't really do rugby here, but we sure do handsome.

Scenes of Summer

2007-09-06T07:30:00.000-04:00

Fighting off a summer cold (feeling sick and miserable), and being too lazy to write, here are a few of my favorite summer moments. The children are back in school, so for us (no matter what the calendar says), summer's over. To every thing there's a season....

Oh No...Not Again

2007-08-28T07:48:00.000-04:00

Hello to all (especially Liz) from Hershey. And apologies from me about the quality. I'm still figuring this out.

For Winston

2007-08-24T08:24:00.000-04:00

hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia

Just Words

2007-08-21T19:13:00.001-04:00

Sometimes it seems like we get lost in the busy world of words. Too much information taking too much time, making too much noise.

And then there are times when a few simple words can change how I'm feeling.

"I'm really glad I married you."

I'm feeling great.

Women vs. Men

2007-08-20T12:44:00.001-04:00

I received this by email. Now I'm not a big fan of email. I rarely use it. It seems to me that most people just want to forward their junk to me. But I got a big kick out of this one, probably because it rings so true, so I'm sharing here today.

HOW TO MAKE A WOMAN HAPPY

IT'S NOT DIFFICULT TO MAKE A WOMAN HAPPY. A MAN ONLY NEEDS TO BE:
1. A friend
2. A companion
3. A lover
4. A brother
5. A father
6. A master
7. A chef
8. An electrician
9. A carpenter
10. A plumber
11. A mechanic
12. A pest exterminator
13. A psychiatrist
14. A sexologist
15. A healer
16. A good listener
17. An organizer
18. Very clean
19. Sympathetic
20. Athletic
21. Warm
22. Attentive
23. Gallant
24. Intelligent
25. Funny
26. Creative
27. Tender
28. Strong
29. Understanding
30. Tolerant
31. Prudent
32. Ambitious
33. Capable
34. Courageous
35. Determined
36. True
37. Dependable
38. Passionate
39. Compassionate

WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:
40. Give her compliments regularly
41. Love shopping
42. Be honest
43. Be rich
44. Not stress her out
45. Not look at other girls

AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:
46. Give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself
47. Give her lots of time, especially time for herself
48. Give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes

IT IS ALSO VERY IMPORTANT:
49. Never to forget birthdays, anniversaries, arrangements that she makes

HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY
1. Show up naked
2. Bring food

Not Your Grandma's Magazine

2007-08-07T05:47:00.000-04:00

"Not your mother's, either." This, according to my 96-year-old grandma, is my magazine now. "I think it's changed. It's for you younger women," she said as she handed me the first copy of her new subscription to Redbook. When I asked her why, she replied, "It doesn't interest me. Maybe it will interest you." Then she promptly changed the subject.

Later that day I took a look at my magazine. I don't think I'd seen a copy of it since I was a girl. Boy, she wasn't kidding. Poor Grandma! I can only imagine her horror as she flipped through the pages. The articles included, and I'm not making this up:

How to Have Soul-Satisfying Sex Tonight
Make the Ultimate Sex Connection
Sexier Sex - Can I Really Have Sex There?
The Man Manual - Get the Most Out of Your Guy

Oh, yes -- there were also articles on food and children. But nope, it's not my grandma's Redbook (doesn't it sound more like 80's Cosmo?). If you're curious, yes, I read the articles. No, I didn't learn anything new, though I'm not sure what that means about me.

Grandma has now given me many unread volumes of the magazine. I suggested she cancel her subscription, but she won't do it. I think she's too embarrassed. Or maybe she really thinks I could learn something. In any case, it seems I'm destined to receive at least a few more editions of not-your-mama's Redbook.

If I learn anything new, I'll let you know....maybe.

Create

2007-08-03T07:54:00.000-04:00

Some days I just hate it when I have to click on "Create" for this blog. Especially on days when I don't feel the least bit creative. Like today. And on days when I've tried repeatedly to join the ranks of other bloggers who can put things into their sidebars. Like today. And days when I had the best idea for a post, but then I sit to write and it all flies right out of this empty head o' mine. Like today. Argggghh.

Surprise!

2007-07-30T08:54:00.000-04:00

Imagine my surprise -- being named Rockin' Girl Blogger by Liz. While I'm not sure what I've done to deserve it, I appreciate Liz's support. Liz is the one who rocks ! I believe I'm now supposed to pass it on to another rockin' girl. There are so many great blogs out there and so many wonderful women who would deserve this award, but since I can only choose one I must give the Rockin' Girl Blogger to the woman whose blog got me addicted to the whole blogging thing -- the woman who writes the first blog I ever read for the sheer enjoyment of it -- the woman who shares her love of family and friends -- the woman who lives life completely and fully and describes it all so beautifully. She who must be named:

MaryB of Shorty PJs!! You are one rockin' woman, girl!

Now, I don't come anywhere close to rockin' in the technology department, and I haven't yet figured out how to get anything into my sidebar (yes, that's why it's empty). So, if you'd like to visit Mary, and I hope you will, you can read her blog at:

http://www.shortypjs.blogspot.com/

Thanks and love to Liz and Mary. You both rock!

I Need This

2007-07-27T15:48:00.000-04:00

Especially today. But I want a full one!

Guilty

2007-07-24T11:15:00.000-04:00

So far today, I've spent most of my time trying to not feel guilty. I have the day off! Off, you say? What can she possibly mean? Doesn't she have every day off? Well, yes and no. As you probably know, I don't work outside the home -- at least not in the traditional sense. But I'm never not busy. Especially lately.

Last week, mother-in-law took a very bad fall. She's 84 now, which only makes it more serious. She broke her jaw and her cheekbone. Husband was planning a two-week business trip and was scheduled to leave the following day. He thought about staying home, but his mom insisted that she was just fine and he should go. So, of course, off he went, and you know that she isn't just fine. They did a battery of tests. Doctors were concerned that she didn't know why she fell. Turns out that she "had a cardiac event" which they believe caused her to pass out and fall, face first, onto the parking lot at the assisted living center where she lives. So, on Friday, they installed a pacemaker. They moved her to a rehabilitation center yesterday in the hopes of getting her up and around and back home in a week.

Prior to that, on Wednesday, mom and dad were coming to stay with the kidlets while I went to visit mother-in-law at the hospital. That didn't work out. Dad also fell (on Wednesday), getting a slight black eye (nothing compared to last time) and cuts and bruises on his arms and one leg. I couldn't have them stay here with the children with Dad in that condition! Instead I made dinner for them and sent them home.

So back to today. I know that I should probably go visit mother-in-law. I know that I should probably go visit Grandma, especially since I definitely spend less time with her when school's out. I know I should probably go sit with Dad for a while. I know I should probably go visit my closest girlfriend. She has MS, and I try to spend as much time with her as I can. I know I should probably do laundry. I know I should probably go weed the garden. I know I should...

But I'm not going to do any of those things. Husband will not be home until Saturday. That means that this is the only chance I will have to be alone, all alone, for the rest of the week. And he's already been gone for a week, so I'm starting to get a little crazy. Yes, I love my children. I just need to have one day for me. Just me. So far I've gone to my hair stylist. Then I came home and read the paper. Now I'm off to take a friend's child to swimming lessons. So, I guess I don't really have the entire day off, but it's only one hour. Who am I kidding? I couldn't say no. And, it lessens the guilt about goofing off for the remainder of the day.

When I get back, I plan to sit by the pool and read (son took Harry Potter with him, so it'll have to be something else). I also plan to go to the local deli to pick up a few nice chunks of cheese to have with some refreshingly ripe fruit and a small glass of chardonnay for dinner. In the words of Rachel Ray (did I ever mention that I am addicted to the Food Network?), "I never met a cheese I didn't like." Then, maybe the Hershman and I will take a walk to the marina after dinner. Who knows, maybe someone will pity me and invite me for a sail.

Guilty or not, that's what I'm doing. Now if only I can make it through the day without apologizing for it. It'll be fun trying.

What's Wrong With This Picture?

2007-07-22T12:33:00.000-04:00

Lazy Days of Summer

2007-07-16T06:23:00.000-04:00

There's nothing like spending the day with family at the beach, no matter where we are. This time it's Westport, Massachusetts. My husband's family has had a cabana there for more than forty years! It feels like home.

Break the grip, and don't forget "bubbles up!"

There's no better place to play than in the dunes.

The castle, after being attacked by a wave.

Is It Just Me?

2007-07-13T07:38:00.001-04:00

Is it just me...

...or does everyone need a vacation upon returning from their vacation?

...or do most Americans seem really rude? And why does rude behavior witnessed regularly still surprise me?

...or do most people wish the press would simply stick to reporting real news?

...or does everyone worry about their credit score?

...or would most people think it's inappropriate for a three- or four-year-old girl to walk the aisles of the grocery store without a shirt?

...or does smashing the cake into your new spouse's face at your wedding seem like a really bad way to start a marriage?

...or does everyone feel embarrassed when their pet misbehaves?

...or does everyone read their horoscope even though they don't put any stock in at at all?

...or is there anything better than seeing your children giggle?

It's perfectly okay if it's just me.

Vacation

2007-06-25T07:19:00.000-04:00

We're off on Wednesday. Ten days in Bermuda. Should be great!

Here's my question for the men (and women) out there. When carrying money in a money clip (or a wad if you are so lucky), do the large bills go on the outside or the inside? There are two camps at my house. One -- put the small bills on the outside so that no one will know how much money you really have (Dad's rule). Or two -- put the large bills on the outside so everyone will think you're loaded. Which do you do?

I hope you all have a great time while I'm away. I look forward to reading all about it when I return. See you at your places then.

love,
elsie

Accomplished

2007-06-19T13:48:00.001-04:00

Yup, that's right. I'm the proud owner of a new swimsuit. A fashionably modest creation. One piece. Black on the bottom (is there anything better for a hippy girl?) with a stylish tropical print tank top. No underwire necessary, so it is as comfortable as it is attractive. Bottom line -- I don't want to puke when I look at myself in it. Mission accomplished.

Watch Dog

2007-06-19T09:25:00.000-04:00

I can't help staring. At my boy. At my poodle boy. What a day we had yesterday. I was reading the paper when crash, bang, smash, crash, bang. What was that?!! I run to the other end of the house to find my Hershey limping. I think, fool dog -- must have fallen off the bed. I call him to me to see how bad his limp is. He looks at me, stumbles and walks into the wall. I call him again. Again he stumbles and smashes face first into the wall. Holy crap. What in the world is going on?!!

It doesn't seem good. I immediately run to the phone. I dial. The number is busy! Redial! Busy! Run to the bedroom with the phone. Redial! Busy! Start tearing off the night clothes. Redial! Busy! Crap! Talk to the dog. "It's okay, Hershey. It's going to be okay." Redial! It's ringing! "Animal Services." I explain what's going on. "Bring him right in," she says. Get dressed all the while talking to the dog. "We're going for a ride." No response. Put the leash on and get the dog to follow me. He's walking a little straighter now. "C'mon. Hop in," I tell him when we get to the car. He loves going for rides. He climbs, ever so slowly, up on to the seat.

I start to drive. I start to cry. Something is definitely not right. This is bad. I talk to the dog the entire ride. Just before we get arrive at the vet's office, he sticks his shiny nose right into my right ear. "Hey, buddy. How are you doing?" He looks at me like I'm crazy. At the vet, he hops right out of the car. What?!!! I bring him inside where he behaves admirably. The vet asks me to have him walk across the floor several times. She then examines him while I explain what an idiot I feel like because "obviously, he's fine now." She gives me a pathetic "she doesn't get this" sort of look and says, "I'm pretty sure he had a seizure. You described the classic symptoms perfectly." Oh, no. She goes on to explain. She takes some of his blood. Then she tells me that for right now all I can do is wait and watch him. That he might never have another seizure again. That I should watch him. That poodles are prone to seizures. That I should wait and watch him. That it could be the first of many. That I just need to watch him. That she won't prescribe medication unless he has more than one seizure per month. That all I can do is watch him.

So that's what I've been doing. Watching and waiting. And watching some more. Here he is. I guess he looks sort of tired, and considering he was just coiffed a few days ago he's looking pretty scraggly. But he's here. With me. Watching me watch him. Just watching.

For Jack

2007-06-18T07:25:00.000-04:00

Jack, with your inspiration (and my feeling so much better this year!), look what I've done! It's only been one month, but so far so good. Feel free to heap on the compliments.

Dear Old Dad

2007-06-17T05:03:00.000-04:00

It's been one year since my first post on this, my third blog. Most of what I want to say about Dad was included on that post (June 18, 2006). We've been through a lot over the course of my 45 years. We've been through a lot this past year. Dad's feeling much better, having had a pacemaker installed a few months ago. Here he is a few weeks ago, watching his granddaughter's swimming lesson. Not only is he a great dad, he's a wonderful grandpa, too.

I know how lucky I am to have him still. Each moment with him is a gift. So to Dad and all the wonderful dads out there, Happy Father's Day. Love to you all.

Reality

2007-06-15T12:59:00.000-04:00

No dreaming this time. Blame it all on the dog.

Ouch. But I still love him.

On a Mission

2007-06-13T11:36:00.000-04:00

Woman on a mission. We all know how that is. A very short two weeks until our vacation, and I'm nowhere near ready. End-of-year celebrations and birthdays to plan. So much to do....

Deep breath. Take it one thing at a time, and first things first. I must get out there and find a new swimsuit. Nothing like trying on suit after suit in that little cell you're escorted to that has the least flattering light possible. Nothing like seeing those winter white thighs highlighting the area that should be least highlighted on this particular body. So...I know...I'll tan 'em up. Too late to go the real route. Nothing like tan in a bottle. Yup, that's the ticket. The bottle says to shave those ghostly legs first. No problem. A quick trip to the shower is all it will take.

Ahhhh. But there is a problem. I'm never quick in the shower. I think it all goes back to when the children were babies. The shower became my refuge from crying. Can't calm the baby? Put him/her in the crib and take a long hot shower. Can't hear the baby crying from in there. Old habits being hard to break, the shower has been my refuge for the past decade or so. It's the place where I can plan the day, think about yesterday, or simply let my mind wander.

So, my goal this day was to get in and out as quickly as possible. No dilly dallying. No refuge today. I hop in. Get the beautification process underway. And the next thing you know....daydreaming big time. There's nothing like having one deliciously sweet wicked thing on your mind. My mind got lost in the daydream and then... sting... "shoot" (not really the word I mumbled). I looked down in time to see one small drop of blood ooze from my boney ankle. Talk about being jolted back into reality!

I have never cut myself shaving my legs before. I couldn't believe how much one little cut could sting. It's probably exactly what I deserved given what I was thinking. That little nick sure got me moving. Just like that, the dream was over. And, in no time, I was out of the shower and on my way to healthy looking, tanned legs.

I'm working on the legs. Now about that swimsuit. I'm a woman still on a mission. Maybe today.

Picnic Perfect

2007-06-11T10:20:00.002-04:00

A group of us went on a picnic yesterday at a park just two miles from home. It doesn't get any better than this.

"Just Gross"

2007-06-07T07:21:00.000-04:00

We're in the planning stage for the big birthday party. Daughter has been preparing the guest list. "No boys?" "No. Boys are just gross."

Last week boys were cool. Now they're gross. I understand completely. Her comment made me laugh (on the inside) because on that very day I had the same thought about big boys. The weather was gorgeous. I was at the bank drive-thru. Windows open. Music almost blasting. The guy in the next lane was also obviously enjoying the day. Windows open. Music blasting. Spring Fever had definitely hit. Then something else hit...my car that is. The guy "hawked a loogie" right out his window, right onto my car. How disgusting can a guy get? The guttural, snotty sounds emanating from this guy's window called attention to him, and I looked over just in time to see the phlegm fly from his mouth. He saw me see him. Smiled. Shrugged his shoulders. Mouthed "sorry." I don't believe I smiled back. Did he get out of his car to wipe his DNA from mine? No. Did I drive home gagging? Yes. Did I immediately get out the hose? Yes. Ugh. Here's my question. What is it with men? I can't tell you how many times I've seen a guy in a parking lot get out of his car and spit. You don't see women spitting. Is there some sort of innate need to spit if you're loaded with testosterone?

And nose picking? What's up with that? Nose picking while driving must be outlawed. Do men not realize that windows are transparent. All the world can see you while you've got your finger shoved up your nose. And, heaven forbid, in an accident aren't you worried that you'll poke your little brain out the top of your little head?

And then there's the smell. Last week I went into the playroom where son was hanging out with his friends. The smell was... let's leave it as unpleasant. I made a comment which was met with peals of laughter. Turns out the boys had been having a contest to see who could produce the worst smell. I couldn't tell you who won as the competition was obviously very close. They all gave it their best effort. I do not understand what's so funny about it. And why am I surprised to see my boy reveling in that disgusting behavior?

And of course there's the whole hand washing thing. I realize that I might have OCD tendencies, washing my hands more times in a day than most people do but, in my opinion and that of most medical professionals, washing your hands after using the rest room is necessary one hundred percent of the time. And I know lots of men who don't do it (don't ask how I know, I just know). I want to tell ya, the thought of meeting a strange man and shaking his hand after his hand may have been shaking something else and not been washed gives me the heebie jeebies.

Yes, women can probably be as disgusting as men can be. We, however, know how to be discreet. When a man gets a wedgie, he picks his butt no matter where he might be. Women politely excuse themselves to run to the rest room to pick their butts in private.

Sigh. My son is now displaying some of the ultimate gross boy behavior. Guess he's becoming a real man. "Just Gross." And he's not invited to the party.

Arbitrary Thoughts

2007-06-01T11:50:00.000-04:00

If my mother is a naturalized American and my father is a fourth generation American, does that make me a first generation or fifth generation American?

Why is it that every time I hear Squeeze on the radio I want to run out to by their East Side Story CD, but when I'm actually at the store I forget all about it and end up with something else?

Why am I one of those people who closes the bathroom door even when no one else is home?

Out of the workforce for 13 years, I still read the Wall Street Journal as often as I can, but now I only read the Marketplace section. And I'm not sure why.

There are still many reasons to be proud to be an American. Why is it then that I'm supposed to feel bad about flying the flag?

I read all the time, so I once joined a book club -- hated it. Dissecting a good book takes away a lot of the pleasure for me. If I wanted a Lit class, I'd take a Lit class. Do people really enjoy the book club thing?

Why does the concept "all you can eat" not seem appealing in any way anymore?

And lastly -- my children have many friends. They have many, many friends when the pool is open. (Guess I can figure this one out on my own).

It's Still a Small World

2007-05-29T08:25:00.000-04:00

A while back I wrote about my buddy John meeting a friend of mine while on business in San Francisco -- a long, long way from here. Now it's happened again.

Sister lives in Colorado. Sister was training a new employee. New employee and sister soon realized that they were originally from the same state. Then they realized they were from the same town. New employee told sister about the neighborhood where she grew up. Sister told new employee "that's the neighborhood where my sister (me) lives." New employee asked where in that neighborhood. Sister told her. Then... "does she live in a big brick ranch with a huge yard?" Sister said "yes." New employee asked her at "123 X Street?" "Yes." New employee told sister her maiden name, which sister immediately recognized, and told sister that she had grown up in the house in which I currently live!!!

It's an eerily small world!

He's Only Twelve

2007-05-24T07:32:00.000-04:00

But in his very short life he's had to deal with some very big, huge issues. He's a smart one (bragging mom hasn't disclosed, until today, that he's in the honors program at school). You'd think that might help, but sometimes it just makes things harder. He can't help but think too much -- a chip off this old block.

The night before last, just before bed, he asked to talk to me. His tone made me pause. This would be serious. He then teared up, but went on to tell me that one of his good friends had been cutting herself and that he was worried she'd do something worse. After detailing her horrid home life, he told me he's worried she might kill herself. Then he really started to cry and told me that he couldn't handle it if she did. We talked for a long while. He decided that he was going to talk to one of the counselors at school, even if it meant that his friend would no longer be his friend. "I don't care if she's not my friend anymore, at least she'll still be alive."

What makes this horrendous situation even worse for him is that my little guy (and to see him like this, so mature, somehow reminded me that he is still a boy) is no stranger to death. His best friend died of cancer when they were only eight. Your friends aren't supposed to die when you're eight years old. Then, just a few months ago, another friend of his died suddenly at the ripe old age of 13 of cardiac failure. Your friends aren't supposed to die when you're twelve years old. Death is all too real for him.

At his age, I was still playing with Barbies. He's still a kid at heart. I can see it when he's acting silly and carefree. But, unfortunately, due to his life's circumstances, he's grown wise beyond his years.

He's only twelve.

Eeeeekkkk...

2007-05-23T13:05:00.000-04:00

See a mouse? No. Just the bit 'o flab that mysteriously appeared, seemingly overnight, that has ruined the look of my favorite swimsuit. Eeeeekkkk...or maybe it's eeeeewwww.

Working Hard

2007-05-23T09:11:00.000-04:00

Scrubbing, sweeping, brushing, pouring, vacuuming -- from this on Sunday afternoon...

to this, this morning.

Can't help but give myself a little pat on the back. This is my record, my personal best -- three days to up and running!! Bring on the holiday weekend.

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2007-05-22T09:58:00.001-04:00

Ever sit down to write, thinking you have something to say, and then that something flies right out of your head?

It's one of those days.

Who Me?

2007-05-18T09:41:00.000-04:00

Last night a friend called.

"Can I ask your professional opinion about something?"

"Sure." (Who, me? Am I flashin' back to the 80's?)

She proceeds to ask her question. It's more about the politics of business than the mechanics. I answer as best I can.

"I knew you were the right person to ask. You always do the right thing."

We chatted a while, said our goodbyes, and of course I got to thinking. "You always do the right thing." Sound virtuous, don't I? But I don't feel that way. I certainly try to do the right thing. I suppose I almost always do. Doing the right thing usually feels good. But there are times when I don't want to do the right thing. I want to say "the hell with it" and do exactly what I want to do.

When you do the right thing, even when you don't want to, perhaps only because you're concerned that God is watching, does it even count? And when you think certain things but do the right thing by not acting on those certain things, does it count against you for even thinking them?

And who is it exactly who decides what is right?

I'm tempted to do the wrong thing just to find out. Is that wrong or right? I'm not sure. I do know that I don't always do the right thing. I only try.

A Perfectly Nice Day

2007-05-16T19:18:00.000-04:00

Sometimes that's the only way to describe it. A perfectly nice day.

Finished lots of odds and ends this morning. Nice. Actually had enough time to play around in the garden for a while. More nice. Then I had a wonderful chat with a friend. The nicest.

Got the kids all settled. Lessons finished. Homework done. Went and had dinner with the folks. All very nice.

Oftentimes I get blue when hubby isn't around, but today was different. Nice.

Soon the kids will go to bed. I rented a "chick flick" to watch all by my lonesome. I'm glad I don't feel that way though. Nice.

A perfectly nice day.