Wednesday, December 31, 2008

End of an Era.

It goes without saying that 2008 was one of the most challenging years of my life. I've been mulling over the past year...remembering all that transpired and all that didn't. When walking downtown recently in the midst of a bone-chilling snowstorm, I happened upon this bright spot in a parking lot. It seemed so fitting for how I felt about my life at the time and how I feel about this impending new year.

We experienced much love in our lives this year but, unfortunately, loss as well. A lesson that seems to be learned more frequently as I get older. I am grateful for the opportunity to be alive. To experience it all....the good and the bad.

Happy New Year.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Come Hither, Lead Feather

We are knee-deep in Christmas still thanks to our never-ending snow and, because we aren't quite ready to give it up, here's a little nutcracking to keep us in the mood.

More to come!

Monday, December 22, 2008

Do Over

Today sucked. Not one major thing but just a bunch of little things that equaled one craptacular day.

It isn't unusual for me to reach this point in the year and want to chuck it all....the so-called friends (and you know who you are), the snarky people, the consumerism gone wild, the pressure to be's more than one human can take at times.

The recent trend has been for me, near the end of the year, to issue my edict that I will no longer take the b.s. I will no longer waste my time on self-serving people, I will hit the road as soon as I see that first hint of obligatory "friendship" kicking in, I will be more selective of who I spend my precious time on, I will not succumb to family dysfunction and I won't buy into the collective belief that I'm not worthy of their consideration and respect. And then, twelve months later, here I am again. Disgusted. Frustrated. Tired. Spent.

And then something like this happens.

And I realize that there are good people out there. There just might be hope for us all.

Sunday, December 21, 2008


I love those perfect moments where you have no plan. You blindly go about your day. The kids go down for their naps with no struggle. You search for a movie but nothing's on. You pick something you think you heard one time was good.

I love those perfect moments where you watch a movie that leaves you sitting slightly in shock. In wonderment. Silent in all it's beauty and heartbreaking inspiration.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Le Ballon Rouge

I've mentioned before that I'm a true blue Francophile. I don't know what formed this love of all things French in me but having a frenchy name comes in handy.

This movie has always, always touched my heart. I can't remember the first time I watched it but I adore it.

And recent reconnections brought it to mind again.

Tout arrive en France.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

My Sentiments Exactly

This is from 2006 but is very similar to the reaction this year when we went to see Santa. Miz M found her courage as she was not going to miss an opportunity to get her requests in for pressies. (Proof that she has her priorities straight) But Miz R was not having it.

One week to go. Breathe. Breathe.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Leggo My Ego

And this, people, is precisely why I do not and will not ever vlog.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008


After what feels like a non-stop marathon of champion eye-rolling, I was sitting at dinner with my girls tonight. Their Nana and I had somehow managed to survive a day of lunching and shopping and girl-ing, in general. Nana, God love her, had somehow found (count 'em) two matching Wedding Barbies and, for a brief moment, all was right with the world. I was no longer the dreaded and hated Mom and it was all sunshine and cupcakes.

Then, the Five Year Old From Hell felt the need to steal her unsuspecting sister's Wedding Barbie to, of course, taunt her with it. (What is it with you older sisters, anyway?) Doing my best to qualify for the Olympics in eye-rolling and sighing, I decided to tell my eldest the ugly truth.

"You know, life isn't so great after you're a bride." They stopped dead in their tracks. "What?" they asked in disbelief. "I said, life isn't so great after you're the bride."

A pause.

"What do you mean?" the Five Year Old pondered aloud. "Well, after you are the bride then you have a husband with stinky socks and two crabby, bickering children that fight over their Barbies."

Blank. Much pondering going on.

"Well this is different, Mommy. We're not having stinky husbands and children. We're just having the wedding and that's it."

I stand corrected. As usual, the Five Year Old is wiser than her years. And her mother.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Sassy Pants

Because nothing I say or do could ever top this.

(Disclaimer: I thought long and hard about having something so twelveyearoldboyishhumor on the blog but, well, just watch it and you'll see why I couldn't resist. If you're offended, well, that's sad.)

Thursday, December 4, 2008


They say everyone has a twin out there in the world and I believe that. Whole-heartedly. 

I have been so fortunate to meet many people that felt so familiar and this goil is no exception. I've waxed poetic about her many, many a time so why should today be any different?

Here she is:

And, although I would love to be her twinouttheresomewhereintheworld, obviously I am not. Case in point:

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

This One's For You

After a quiet and contemplative Thanksgiving and now, as we near the national day of consumerism, I've been thinking a lot about the people that I find such solace and inspiration in.

For no particular reason, other than the fact that she inspires me on a regular basis, this post is for my pal Girl Howdy. Because, quite simply, she rocks.

Here's The Man, MJ. There's one out there just like 'im for you.....I just know it.

And my new favorite version of the Man in Black...

Monday, December 1, 2008

You must be dead because I don't feel anything.

One of the best aspects of being an older mom (trust me when I use the term "older" - every person I ran across during my first pregnancy reminded me what an "old mother" I thirty-four, people, thirty-freakin-four!) is that you not only get to experience the wonderment of your child's "discovery" of all things new but you also get to relive a lot of your happy childhood memories.

This weekend turned out to be a moviefest of sorts. It was one of those perfectly magical alignment of the stars weekends where your children stay in the other room watching countless kid movies allowing you and your spouse (that never have time alone together aside from the sleeping-in-the-bed thing) to watch back to back movies you've been meaning to watch for the past five or so years. 

I swear, it was almost better than a vacation, people.

On Sunday, while daddy was at school working on his paper for finals, I was able to watch one of my all-time favorite childhood movies with my girls. (Sure, I was technically fourteen but at forty that qualifies as my childhood.) As I've done every single time I've watched this movie, I sobbed like a baby during this scene:

When my oldest realized that E.T. was actually alive, she turned to say something to me and caught me blubbering like a fool. Her face went blank and then she said, with a slight tone of disgust, "'s just a movie!"

Yes, indeed, it's just a movie but whoa-nellie is it a good one.