Do you watch the TV show "Lost"? If you do, you'll know where I'm coming from. If not, you missed a great six years of TV.
This show is unlike any I've ever watched, and I watch a lot, I love TV. There I said it. TV is my guilty pleasure, my escape from reality. After a particularly tiring day, nothing soothes my soul like some mindless juicy TV show. "Lost", however, was not mindless. Anything but. You really had to pay attention - even so, it still kept you guessing, every single episode. Most of the time, you never saw 'it' coming. Flashbacks, flash forwards, side time . . . so much going on, you could think about each episode for days after it aired.
Last night was the finale forever. I watched from 7:00 pm to 11:30 pm, mesmerized. It was all that I hoped it would be and more. No, every question was not answered, but most were. I can't stop thinking about it. I won't ruin it for you if you haven't watched, but I do suggest you buy or rent seasons 1-5 and get into it. I promise - you will not be disappointed. Then we'll chat.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Oil Spill - My Face
Okay, I'm not sure what's going on inside my body. Call it a hormonal surge or maybe I'm just ingesting too much olive oil, but I woke up with three pimples on my face. Not one, or two, but three. My initial reaction was that of being horrified. On later contemplation (and the use of some really good cover-up) I saw the situation in a new light. Hey, any woman producing that kind of oil can't be so old. Oil is youth. Pimples are young. If I can pop three in a day, that oil must be filling in some of those fine lines too! Point is ladies, I'm looking at pimples in a whole new light. In fact, I'm celebrating them.
Reflections on Mother's Day
Although Mother's Day was a couple of weeks ago already, this momaholic would be quite remiss if she didn't have something to say about this 'dream' holiday. This is how mine went.
Sunday. Mother's Day. Woke up at 7:00 am (my choice), made some fresh coffee and decided to go to 10:30 mass (got to get that special Mother's Day Blessing - no really, there is one). While sipping my coffee, I was greeted by my handyman husband who blew in from the backyard, acid-washing our drained cement pool, a project so monumental you can't even get the pool campanies over to do it at this time of year. My husband's greeting was "Happy Mother's Day - don't expect to see me today." Okay, picture this delivered by a husband wearing rubber boots to his knees, rubber gloves, a yellow ski jacket and a gas mask. Yes, a real gas mask. You get the picture. Now, where were we? Church. Yes, I did get the Mother's Day Blessing. Now that's bang for the buck.
Back at the house. My girls had the baking and cooking well under way. Luke needed exercise, but who had the time to take him for a walk? The kitchen was a hot mess. My Mother's Day was unraveling before my eyes. My girls knew it, and to the rescue, presented me with my gift. A gorgeous straw tote/purse with gold leather trim. A beautiful extravagant gift that I would never have splurged on for myself. I knew deep down I probably wouldn't use it. As lovely as it was, it was just too big for me. Girls, I hope you weren't insulted, I love it but it's just not me. My boys came in each holding a bunch of hydrangea; one white, one blue. Very impressed that they remembered its my favorite flower. Very sweet.
The rest of the day turned out nice, saw my Mother, Father all my sisters and their families. Came home, put on my PJ's and fell into a comatose sleep.
In retrospect, maybe my Mother's Day didn't have all the bells and whistles. I'm not complaining, just matter of fact. It wasn't the best one, but not the worst one either. One thing I know for sure though is that I am one lucky mom. I have great kids, and they each wrote a heartfelt note to me in their cards that I will treasure forever. Having them home with me and having my own Mom, is really all it takes to make a Mother's Day for me. Rachele, Kristin, Charles and Jamey, thanks for making me a mom - love you tons. Love you too Mom. XOXO
Sunday. Mother's Day. Woke up at 7:00 am (my choice), made some fresh coffee and decided to go to 10:30 mass (got to get that special Mother's Day Blessing - no really, there is one). While sipping my coffee, I was greeted by my handyman husband who blew in from the backyard, acid-washing our drained cement pool, a project so monumental you can't even get the pool campanies over to do it at this time of year. My husband's greeting was "Happy Mother's Day - don't expect to see me today." Okay, picture this delivered by a husband wearing rubber boots to his knees, rubber gloves, a yellow ski jacket and a gas mask. Yes, a real gas mask. You get the picture. Now, where were we? Church. Yes, I did get the Mother's Day Blessing. Now that's bang for the buck.
Back at the house. My girls had the baking and cooking well under way. Luke needed exercise, but who had the time to take him for a walk? The kitchen was a hot mess. My Mother's Day was unraveling before my eyes. My girls knew it, and to the rescue, presented me with my gift. A gorgeous straw tote/purse with gold leather trim. A beautiful extravagant gift that I would never have splurged on for myself. I knew deep down I probably wouldn't use it. As lovely as it was, it was just too big for me. Girls, I hope you weren't insulted, I love it but it's just not me. My boys came in each holding a bunch of hydrangea; one white, one blue. Very impressed that they remembered its my favorite flower. Very sweet.
The rest of the day turned out nice, saw my Mother, Father all my sisters and their families. Came home, put on my PJ's and fell into a comatose sleep.
In retrospect, maybe my Mother's Day didn't have all the bells and whistles. I'm not complaining, just matter of fact. It wasn't the best one, but not the worst one either. One thing I know for sure though is that I am one lucky mom. I have great kids, and they each wrote a heartfelt note to me in their cards that I will treasure forever. Having them home with me and having my own Mom, is really all it takes to make a Mother's Day for me. Rachele, Kristin, Charles and Jamey, thanks for making me a mom - love you tons. Love you too Mom. XOXO
Saturday, May 8, 2010
With Child
Three women I work with at school are pregnant. Jess is due in June with her first; it's a boy. Michelle is due after the summer with her second, she has a little boy, Mikey, and she is having another boy. Mary is due the end of October with twins; her first and second. She finds out the sex on Tuesday (nowadays, it seems everyone finds out what they're having). It's so much fun sharing these pregnancies with them; it brings back so many great memories. I loved being pregnant, all four times.
The wonder of your first pregnancy is hard to put into words. Not only is your body changing in so many ways (some good, some you could do without), but just the unbelievable fact that you have a living human being growing inside you is crazy. In the beginning it's really hard to believe. You just kind of feel fat. Then, the first time you feel that baby move inside you, all of a sudden you become connected. As the baby grows and gets bigger and stronger, you can't wait to meet this little stranger that's taking over your body. You can't wait to hold him/her and just love him/her up. Okay so at the end you get a little tired. Perfectly understandable. I think it's your body's way of getting you reaady for how tired you'll be after giving birth and bringing home the baby. Don't worry, this too shall pass.
As I watch these three women - friends of mine go through the stages of their pregnancies, I am reminded of my own. The memories are vivid and real, and truly, giving birth to my children is the greatest accomplishment of my life. Each one a marvel, each one precious and special and different. Enjoy every minute of being pregnant - like everything good in life, it will go by so fast. And then before you know it - time for another!
The wonder of your first pregnancy is hard to put into words. Not only is your body changing in so many ways (some good, some you could do without), but just the unbelievable fact that you have a living human being growing inside you is crazy. In the beginning it's really hard to believe. You just kind of feel fat. Then, the first time you feel that baby move inside you, all of a sudden you become connected. As the baby grows and gets bigger and stronger, you can't wait to meet this little stranger that's taking over your body. You can't wait to hold him/her and just love him/her up. Okay so at the end you get a little tired. Perfectly understandable. I think it's your body's way of getting you reaady for how tired you'll be after giving birth and bringing home the baby. Don't worry, this too shall pass.
As I watch these three women - friends of mine go through the stages of their pregnancies, I am reminded of my own. The memories are vivid and real, and truly, giving birth to my children is the greatest accomplishment of my life. Each one a marvel, each one precious and special and different. Enjoy every minute of being pregnant - like everything good in life, it will go by so fast. And then before you know it - time for another!
The Run
A couple of weeks ago, Rachele participated in a half marathon in Central Park hosted by Kristin Davis and More Magazine. We were on our way to the city at 7 am, picked up Kristin, and preceeded to Central Park where Rachele gave us pretty explicit directions on where to watch so we could see her loop twice. I have to say, I was filled with anticipation; it's not like Rachele is really a runner or anything. However, in typical Rachele-style she followed the training plan to a T since February. No doubt, she was ready - I wasn't sure that I was. It was about 50degrees and raining. Not just misting, raining. I was worried and could not wait to see her come around.
Here she comes!!! I think Kristin spotted her first. She looked great, confident, breathing without effort - like a real runner! She saw us and waved, smiling. I knew she was okay. I felt better, however, she still had plenty to go to make it to the 13.1 mile finish.
I have to say, watching a run is really emotional. Not only because my daughter was in it; no, it's more than that. Watching all these women, all different ages, varying sizes, some in great shape; some not so much. But it didn't matter - they were all running together, soaking wet, some so out of breath they were reduced to walking. Again, doesn't matter. Collectively they were running to stay healthy, to become fit - stronger, to reach a personal goal. Some ran with friends, some solo. Family and friends lined the sides of the run, cheering, clapping, showing support for these women, colorful umbrellas dotting Central Park, rivaling the beach umbrellas that turn the shore into a kaleidoscope in the summer.
Rachele came around again. Looking just slightly more tired than last time, but still running at quite a pace. Wow, the pride just swelled up inside me. I know how hard this run is for her, and yet here she is, doing it and doing it well. Before long she crossed the finish line. This we didn't see, but within minutes, she was running towards us with a big medal around her neck. Talk about the lump in my throat as I hugged this daughter of mine. A personal goal realized for her, and we got to see it. Her time was awesome; not only did she finish, she did it in 2 hours and a few seconds! Not only were Sal and Kristin and I there; some of her friends came out to watch her, waking up super early on Sunday when it was a perfect day to sleep in. (Thanks Kelly, Liz and Soph!) We drove the girls back to Rachele's apartment, she squeezed in the front with me. She was soaked to the bone and felt clammy to the touch. I tried to hug her warm, but I think she just needed a nice hot shower and a change of clothes.
We dropped them off, they were going to brunch to celebrate. I couldn't stop thinking about this run for days. Just when you think you really know your daughter, she just may surprise you.
Here she comes!!! I think Kristin spotted her first. She looked great, confident, breathing without effort - like a real runner! She saw us and waved, smiling. I knew she was okay. I felt better, however, she still had plenty to go to make it to the 13.1 mile finish.
I have to say, watching a run is really emotional. Not only because my daughter was in it; no, it's more than that. Watching all these women, all different ages, varying sizes, some in great shape; some not so much. But it didn't matter - they were all running together, soaking wet, some so out of breath they were reduced to walking. Again, doesn't matter. Collectively they were running to stay healthy, to become fit - stronger, to reach a personal goal. Some ran with friends, some solo. Family and friends lined the sides of the run, cheering, clapping, showing support for these women, colorful umbrellas dotting Central Park, rivaling the beach umbrellas that turn the shore into a kaleidoscope in the summer.
Rachele came around again. Looking just slightly more tired than last time, but still running at quite a pace. Wow, the pride just swelled up inside me. I know how hard this run is for her, and yet here she is, doing it and doing it well. Before long she crossed the finish line. This we didn't see, but within minutes, she was running towards us with a big medal around her neck. Talk about the lump in my throat as I hugged this daughter of mine. A personal goal realized for her, and we got to see it. Her time was awesome; not only did she finish, she did it in 2 hours and a few seconds! Not only were Sal and Kristin and I there; some of her friends came out to watch her, waking up super early on Sunday when it was a perfect day to sleep in. (Thanks Kelly, Liz and Soph!) We drove the girls back to Rachele's apartment, she squeezed in the front with me. She was soaked to the bone and felt clammy to the touch. I tried to hug her warm, but I think she just needed a nice hot shower and a change of clothes.
We dropped them off, they were going to brunch to celebrate. I couldn't stop thinking about this run for days. Just when you think you really know your daughter, she just may surprise you.
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