Wednesday, May 16, 2007

AWWWW! Cute!

Since I have two little girls, I am all about buying the cute stuff. I LOVE these hair ribbon-clips.
Form totally meet function, with a little 'pretty' on the side!


Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Last Week I....

- Took husband to hospital
-Got rear-ended w/kids in car
-Had exterminator over because of TERMITES!
-Chased child ALL over the house b/c she kept taking her diaper off!
-Bought more diapers
-Started Damage Control on wedding that was called off by Guy
-Took husband to hospital....again
-Find out Mom was in hospital
-Clean office desk
-Clean cereal thrown all over kitchen
-Was told friend has cancer
-Other friend is about to have baby after trying for almost 6 years...very happy news!!!
-May have to see the doctor, yet again
-Daughter learned to say 'truck'...but comes out as"F......" (damage control on that as well)
-Clean, clean clean
-Pack, pack, pack
-Find travel case for car seat
-Had a cool Mother's Day...
-Even though I had to teach R.S. lesson that day...totally nervous
-Get ready for next week!

Friday, May 11, 2007

Dating Stories 101


I was out with my girlfriends a little bit ago when we started talking about Good Dates Gone Bad.

I don't know if it's just that funny or pathetic the amount of stories we had about these 'gentlemen' we dated.

In college, I was dating this guy that was an amazing baseball player. He started his career on the Yankees minor league. I can say I knew him when he was a small town P-L-A-Y-E-R.

We were totally into each other, studying together, talking forever on the phone, etc., etc., when my good friend (at the time) was having a huge birthday party at her house.
It was close to the end of the semester so everyone was kind of anxious for finals to be over, school to be out, and parties to begin.

Well...in the tradition of girl going out with boy, he picked me up and we went to this party together. I was designated driver, so I took his keys when we got there.

We were all talking about plans for the summer, work, if anyone had summer school...all that. The music was the fashionable, and never-miss-a-beat type for a party; all attention to the girl of the night, my best friend. I was so excited for her and happy that she was having a good time.

Then, about 15 minutes later, after a conversation with another girlfriend, I realize Mr. Yankee is nowhere to be found. I walk into the house, past the loud speakers, almost to the kitchen....when I hear a loud BANG from the bathroom. "What was that?!", my other good friend says.
I'm about to say 'I don't know'; when BFF's laughter comes through the door.

I went numb.

My friend and I just look at each other in disbelief. 'Is this REALLY happening?!!'
I walked out the front door into a slew of his friends asking where he was. I was so mad but all that came out was, "I don't know!"
About five minutes later, his friend comes out looking at me shaking his head, apologizing for what a **** Mr. Yankee was. I didn't want to make a big deal in front of everyone. I didn't want to show that I was really pissed, and then hurt. So I said nothing.

I sat there pretending to have a good time for 2 1/2 hours. Then I reached my breaking point. I realized I had his keys, and did the only honorable thing a designated driver would do.
I made sure he wouldn't be driving that night.

I started walking to the street and told my friend to follow me. He didn't even ask me where we were going. I took his keys from my pocket, stuck it in the ignition and drove a half-hour out of the way and parked at a grocery store.

I could have taken the higher road that night....I could have.


Part 2

My friend didn't say anything about the 'incident' to me on the way back to the party, just tried to make me laugh. And I did....all the way to school that following Monday. Walking to class, I ran into my EX-BFF and she tried to justify her actions. She really had nothing to do with it, she didn't know what she was doing...blah, blah, blah. After the first 10 seconds I just started hearing the voice of Charlie Brown's teacher.

After my 2nd class, I he
ard that Mr. Ex was still telling people that were together! That's funny, did I look like that big of a push-over?? I walked right past him into the lounge where a friend of mine ("Zeller") re-introduced me to his cousin.

I remembered meeting him the beginning of the year, and he was cute and funny; yet I was NOT interested. He asked me what was wrong, and usually I would be quiet and say nothing, but I just didn't care about protecting people who hurt me anymore. So I told him how my boyfriend and best friend "laughed" in the bathroom the night of her birthday party.


The three of us hung out for the rest of the hour and I left for work at the wonderful headquarters of Fleet Bank. Thinking how guys and girls just totally sucked, I realized I left my candy in the lounge. Not that it was a big deal, but chocolate was my only friend at that moment. I walked back in and Zeller's cousin was walking towards me with my confidant.
"Thanks Eddie! I needed that."
"You're welcome, but my name is John."


....It's a good thing I married him.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Oh, It's What You Do To Me...

A few months ago I was drifting off to sleep around 3AM when I heard a song on the 'tele' that made me open my eyes.

It was a guy singing about missing his girl that was away at school.

He asks her what it's like where she is, comparing her to Times Square, that the distance won't matter soon...two more years and they'll be together.

He sings about understanding how much she misses him and that all she needs to do is close her eyes and he's right there.

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When I left AZ to move back home to the East Coast, I was really upset at first.

Then, the more I thought about it, the more I really didn't care about leaving. There were only a few people I was really going to miss and besides my 'Mummy' and sister, the top 2 people were my best friend Cilyn....and my 'guy'.

My first year of college in a new town, a full credit load, full work load, and a b**** for a step-mother really made me miss all my familiarities even more. The only thing I would look forward to was getting in the car and driving back to NY on the weekends. I felt like I regained my strength for the coming week on those weekends home. I felt like me again.



We wrote SO many letters to each other, it came out to like, 3 a week, sometimes 5! --(this was before email's kids).
I looked forward to his phone calls, and on (what was then) the 2 train into the city, I would take his letters and read them one by one all over again. Some would make me laugh, some would make me cry. And all of them gave me the bittersweet feeling of knowing that someone loved me and missed me as much as I did him...Then the twisting pains in my heart would kick in and knock the breath out of me.

I would run my fingers over the engraved words imagining him writing them, wishing I was there to talk to him in person rather than seeing his affection on paper.
All I wanted to do was throw my arms around him, and he was thousands of miles away.

We had a lot of songs that we would write about or tape record that reminded us of each other. When I hear those songs on the radio from time to time they take me back a lifetime.

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Lying in bed, I heard those words this boy was singing and the overwhelming feeling I got was of those times when I read his letters...sitting on my bed, on the train, walking to a store in the middle of New York in that same exact way this girl was walking.
Just walking with this distant look on her face. Thinking..."Two more years and I'll be done. He'll be here, and we'll be together. Just get through living where you are, doing what you're doing, (dealing with a jerk of a dad).... and it will be worth it, and better in the end."

It's so funny that in the moments of being in love, you think nothing will ever compare to, or feel like that again.

I turned off the TV, and started drifting to sleep when I thought about that chapter in my life. That song totally captured the long distant part of our relationship, and the care we had for one another.

I never thought I would find someone that would understand me and love me the way he did. But I did, and so much more.

And all I had to do was throw my arms around him, and fall asleep.