Sitting on My Front Porch

Chambersburg, PA

2010-01-24T15:05:00.002-05:00

Recently a dear friend of mine (Thanks Michele) got me to thinking about how it “must be bitter sweet” to visit a place I had once lived. And it was. For so many reasons.

I recently headed back to Chambersburg, PA to settle Caitlin in her new place as she will be attending school there. The first time we lived here was in 1981 through 1984, and we often referred to this time as “being sentenced in hell.” We were young, recently married, and did not like being transplanted from NJ to the quiet country side where everything closed after 6pm. (Except a few random dive bars and the VFW). We made friends that have lasted a long time, but even they hated it, so we all hung out in misery together.

The first home Jim and I lived in was set on a hill right on the Appalachian Mountains. You could not have asked for a more magnificent view. The animals (deer, wild turkey, and the occasional bear) were in abundance and kept us intrigued. Yet still we felt like we were living in hell. Just how many animals does it take to keep our attention? Apparently not many. We tired of them too after a while.

We then moved closer to town, and subsequently had Caitlin. NOW that was the one good thing that we experienced while living there. Jim got orders for Germany and we could finally leave this hell hole of a place. YAY!

In 1999, we once again found ourselves transplanted right back into Chambersburg. The government had moved us from NJ to OK and because my dad was terminally ill, we got what Uncle Sam referred to as a “Compassionate Reassignment” and “Oh by the way, we will be reducing your pay as we really do not need that grade level here, but we will consider taking you.” We had no choice and I needed, we all needed, to be closer to home. To my dad.

With the good comes the bad and we really struggled financially to the point that I was making costumes almost around the clock to keep food on the table and the bills paid. Jim and I discovered the world of eBay and we were off and running. Each and every weekend we would do garage sales to find things I could use for costumes (yes costume makings and trims were out there) and we even bought and resold items we knew would bring in the cash cow. (No pun intended) YAY for eBay!!

Times were tough but we got through them and during this time period we stuck together as a family, getting each other through the hard times, the death of my dad, and even living in Chambersburg. In 2001, we left to head back to NJ (Jim finally out of the government) and we could not wait. YAY! Out of the cornfields and away from the ongoing daily smell of manure. No more stupid Wal-Mart only.

It was years later though they we all came to realize that this simple existence we all lived in for three years was not so bad after all. We had very few choices and lived in a tiny (The locals called the development we lived in “Smurfville” as the house were so tiny) house that was easily managed (Thanks to my sewing talents and eBay) and even got out more to enjoy the countryside. Even the animals we encountered took on new meaning. The trails we hiked were more fun, but not quite NJ.

The point is, that sometimes we put on the blinders and muster up all the negativity without good reason and later regret those choices. I wish I had enjoyed Chambersburg more the first time around. I wish I had enjoyed it more the second time. Now I yearn for those quite country roads, that God awful smell of manure, and having simpler choices to make. If I could move tomorrow, I would. Right back to Chambersburg.

Enjoy what you have. Enjoy each minute of your existence as best you can. We have to find the good in things, even when times are tough. I know I have.

My Empty Nest

2010-01-14T12:29:00.002-05:00

I’m sitting in the middle of an empty nest. I like it. I hate it.

The kids are once again gone; Daniel back to his new place in Rhode Island (and school), and Caitlin now settled in her new home in Chambersburg, PA, where she will be attending school. Her leaving is bittersweet. I am thrilled that she is back in school and still in pursuit of her life dream of becoming a Veterinarian, yet her room is empty, with not many traces that she even lived here. (Of course, I can still see and feel her presence). The empty pink rooms (she had two of them) are clean and empty (one does have a bed for her visits).

Her leaving this time is so different than when she went off to school, as I know that there is the chance she may never return to the nest. I am not sure about Daniel, as I am not sure what his future holds after he finishes school. I know he loves where he lives and is happy and thriving.
I am enjoying the quiet and I imagine the mother Robin feels the same after she has raised her little ones. I cannot imagine sitting on the eggs and ensuring they thrive is an easy task. What does she feel as the last little one goes off on their own?

Like the mother Robin, I will continue to be there for both my kids, and I know they know that I am not too far from them if and when they need me.

Happy New Year!

2009-12-31T09:06:00.002-05:00

The holidays are just about over and the time has come to pack away the decorations, a daunting task each year. I really enjoyed them this year, and never once felt like it was a monumental task to get them out and up. I think getting them out early allowed me to really enjoy them for a longer period of time, and now that it is time to put them away, I feel ready. It has not been that way for me other years and at times has felt like a burden. In some respects I envy my sister who puts out a few menorahs and calls it a day.

This was the first holiday in a while that I never felt rushed to get things done. I did those holiday tasks early and got help (cookie baking). I got through the holidays feeling less exhausted, thus enjoying them more. I also think that because school was over, no matter how many tasks I had before me, I had a huge boulder taken off of my shoulders. YAY! (again).

I’m excited about 2010. I have a new role, a new degree, and new challenges. I’m ready.

Addictions

2009-12-26T19:22:00.003-05:00

About two months ago, or even less, but not much less, I got started playing a game through Facebook called Farmville. I watched my daughter for a few weeks race to her laptop each am and then again after work, and originallythought she was dedicated to school stuff. However, one day I asked her what she was doing with so much enthusiasm and focus. Her reply, "Harvesting my crops." Huh?

So it was with my usual curiosity that I began to investigate and soon found myself a virtual farmer. My farm was slow to evolve, but with the help of my farm neighbors, I was soon gifted with all kinds of tress andanimals, and my farm was soon thriving and keeping me quite busy. I harvest and plant crops, gather feathers, milk cows, and collect eggs, and with each task I am rewarded coins and the occasional bonus. It's quite addicting, but with close family and friends playing along, loads of fun. Of course, the competative side keeps me working hard to level up to others, and with much determination, I am right beside those I wish to compete with as we play. It's also nice to spend time online with dear friends, and my family tat does not live nearby.

It is a nice change for me to be here to write my blog and to play virtual games without having to worry about posting an assignment or write/research a paper. Perhaps its not Farmville that is the addiction, but the pleasure of being in a virtual community without having to be in a virtual community. I'd write more, but I have to harvest.

Understanding Hemingway

2009-12-22T13:09:00.001-05:00

I just found out that my brother does not understand and doesn’t “get” Ernest Hemingway. He recently took one of his books (and for the life of me I cannot remember which one it was right now) out hunting with him and read while waiting for deer to pass by. What better time to read Hemingway? The man loved the sport of hunting (bullfighting and fishing) and often wrote about it. His writing is to the point and memorable. His characters raw, real, and people we can relate to, people we know. Ernest Hemingway is a master of dialogue. It's not so much that he is recreating precisely how individuals speak, but through his brilliant use of repetition, he is able to make the reader remember what has been said.

I don’t get it. Perhaps he needs to try again. My brother, not Hemingway.

Holiday Magic!

2009-12-20T09:59:00.001-05:00

There is something magical about New York City during the holidays and the closer one gets to Christmas, the more magical it becomes. We went to the city yesterday with an impending storm creeping up the coast, yet the whole time we were there, not one single flake of snow was seen, until it was time to go. Despite the cold (which in my opinion only adds to the atmosphere), our inner spirits were warmed with the sights and sounds of the holidays. The Rockefeller tree is always beautiful, but when you stand beside it, it seems even more magnificent and even more gorgeous. Because of the impending storm there were not as many people, so no pushing or shoving had to be done in order to move one step forward. It was a perfect day to be there.

We also went to see Wicked a play I have been waiting so long to see. I loved it! I loved the book so the play had to be good. I was not disappointed. We hit a local deli (they are all so good in the city) and despite Caitlin not getting what she ordered, the rest of us had a great lunch (I know such trivial information but when you are in the city each experience adds to the day).

We took the train and when we got back to our car we had to do a little bit of digging the car out and then heading down the garden state parkway proved interesting as well (not yet plowed). We made it home (obviously) safe and sound and I have added one more day to my bank of special memories.

I love the holidays!

Time

2009-12-18T14:42:00.004-05:00

I have more of it and once again I am back to writing my blog. I have spent far too much time away from it and I have missed being able to sit and think and write about anything other than scholarly papers for school. I also have had people ask "Where are you? Where is that blog?" So here I am.

What's new?

Done. I am officially done with school. For now. I need time to chill and enjoy my accomplishments before thinking about doing more. I have ideas floating around in my head, but for now, they are merely tiny little thoughts. I start as adjunct faculty for Seton Hall University as a clinical nursing educator and I am beyond thrilled and cannot wait to face this challenge. It's been one hell of ride to get here, but I have and with a 4.0 GPA. Not bad for an older person.

Work. The new gig as nursing educator is going. I like it. I like the challenge and I work with an incredible team of nurses. What's not to like.

Home. All is well. Thank God.

Family. Ditto.

Family Reunion Time!

2009-09-13T06:35:00.001-05:00

It happens once a year…the little leaves and acorns gather, descendents of larger branches and firm roots. I love seeing family I don’t get to see all the time. Although thanks to Facebook, I have been able to maintain better contact with some. And I love that.

We meet each year out at my brother’s farm, which is not that far from where our descendents hail from. Talk about returning to your roots. There are two older family members who do not come all the time, but when they do, they share a tremendous amount of family lore. We have tons of stories to share, and those who come always seem to have a good time.

Families are so important. I am glad I am in the one I am in. Even if the tree has a few nuts on it….that’s what makes us fun.

OY Vey!

2009-08-16T16:25:00.001-05:00

Time flies when you are having fun! I am still here and hope to get blogging again and soon.

The Poop Deck

2009-04-26T15:00:00.002-05:00

My deck is just as important as my front porch. It is an extension of my home, a part of who I am, and a place I like spending time on. In all kinds of weather, well almost.The deck was added to our home shortly after we moved in, as a necessity. There was simply no place to wash 8 large paws (we had only two dogs at the time, and I have no idea how that number grew to four) that were caked with wet dirt (also known as mud) before said paws came into the house. Therefore, in an effort to make me happy, the deck was designed and built.

This would not be the first deck built by my family, nor the last. So after assembling my siblings and their tools, the deck was completed in two weekends. After waiting a specified amount of time (I did however fudge the numbers, the number of hours we had to wait for the wood to do something, before we could stain it), the deck was stained and prepared for the rough winter that lie ahead.

Now the color of the deck is an interesting brown, which complements the siding of our home. The neighbors that used to live to the left, referred to it as a "poopy brown" color. We referred to them as idiots that lack class and an eye for color. The same color adorns an arbor my husband made for me, and our little shed in the back of the yard. It works well. I believe. I think Martha might even be proud. (Stewart)

The deck is a decent size; 24 by 16. Not too big, not too small, just right. I have tables and comfortable chairs for anyone to rest in when they stop for a visit. I even have a huge swing that grabs hold of you and will not let go. Of course, I have flowers and plants that add a splash of color, which is obviously needed according to the neighbors that used to live to the left. It has has a warm feeling.

I love it best early in the morning when the area is quiet and the birds are singing their best. It's peaceful. It's relaxing. It's who I am. Poopy color and all.

It's Time

2009-04-23T14:13:00.000-05:00

It is that time of year, when the birds return from the warmth of the south to nest, feed, and do what birds do. If you know me at all, or have paid attention to my blog, you know I love my humming birds. I wait and watch for them to return to my feeders each spring.

The birds have their migratory patterns, and I have my maps. I have several friends and family who love the birds as well. We call out to each other letting each other know when we have sighted the birds. I know that if my friends to the north have seen them, then I had better get my feeders out. If I see the birds, I call my friends to the south and let them know. Like the birds, we look out for each other. It’s the way it should be.

Where's the Justice?

2009-03-30T06:30:00.003-05:00

In all my years as an OB nurse, I have seen so many wonderful births, making my job one of the best out there. Yet there are times I think to myself, this job sucks, and it has nothing to do with the workload.

It's about the patient who waits years (15 in this case) to have a baby, and when it happens, the baby is sick and needs so much in the first few hours of birth. It doesn't seem fair. It doesn't seem right. I also question the judgment of the decisions made before this baby was born. No one is perfect, but did you make the right decision? I don't think so, and now this mom is hurting and is afraid, and her beautiful baby gets a crappy start.

Delta Gamma Dump

2009-03-14T08:36:00.003-05:00

As a parent, who is helping her kids through college, be it through tuition help, sending care packages, and wherever else I can help them financially, I am pleased to know that Caitlin is thriving at school, and is learning so much! Learning does not always have to be done in the classroom either. She is lucky, as she is not only learning about animal related things, but a new culture, as well. There is no way you can place a dollar value on living abroad in another culture!

In addition, the learning does not stop there. She thought she knew all there was to know about living with someone you hardly know, because she did that when she went to Rutgers. Her first roommate had much to offer Caitlin. There was the how many ways can I hide a boy in the bed so you can’t see him...how many boys I can do in one week and can you really do the math to keep track...the list is endless.

Then she moved into a house with 6 girls and thought it might be better. She learned that girls can in fact be nasty and dirty...that bongs come in many designs...that it is possible to go through every dish in the house and still survive...that despite charts and graphs on walls deciding who does what and when (house chores) really is useless...

She recently shared with me how much she has learned about living with a single roommate (which she thought was going to be easier than living with 6 other girls). Bless her heart... In her own words...

1. Spaghetti sauce naturally blends in with a cream yellow rug. No one will notice, right? Shabby Chic on the Style channel has taught me nothing!! Must not watch Style anymore.

2. Hand towels are used for wiping up everything and are definitely not supposed to be used to wipe your hands after you've just washed them. Duh, how could I be so retarded? Like why would I want to use a clean one vs. one with crap all over it? Smack me.

3. You should ALWAYS, always spill, splatter, drip, dribble the contents of whatever food you are making all over the counter, sink, clean dishes....and hell why not make it go to the far side of the kitchen. Score more points that way, right? Ya know, if you can make something go further than were it actually started. PS spaghetti sauce works the best - definitely goes further and that equals more points! BONUS! Now I know why I don't have fun in the kitchen.

4. Oh, food must be made, eaten, but make sure enough is left out in the open for critters and others to see. Vet students love critters and they all need to eat, right?

5. Dog/beach towels need to be randomly thrown or piled up in the middle of the floor. Ugh and to think I was doing well by folding them and tucking them out of sight. Smack me again.

6. Hair brushes do not belong in the bathroom or bedroom anymore. Why has no one told me this? Gosh, I thought I was hair and makeup savvy??? Apparently, the new spot is in the sink! Alert Cosmo everyone, pronto! We are all wrong!

7. I'm not much of a drinker, but dude, did you know that you HAVE to buy a whole brand new bottle of ANYTHING and have drunk before the next day or leave a swig in there for the morning??? Wow, that is an accomplishment! What have I been missing all these years?? I could have drank the rock stars I worked with under the table and been totally cool! Fantabulous!

8. It's ok to be a guy, not pay rent or bills here, not clean up your mess, and get wasted on the foam cushion couch, but still leave the toilet seat up and have it be acceptable. Wow, the guys who didn't do this, who slept with the girls at the Rutgers house, were such slobs because even they left the toilet seat DOWN. I think I just said something nice about Rutgers!

9. BBQ grills make a great ashtray for cigarettes! I didn't know that tobacco was a good smoke flavor in your steak or chicken.

10. This place is just too cool for more facts!

I believe the child has gotten her money's worth in education.

Spring has Sprung!

2009-03-13T11:25:00.002-05:00

I was out doing some light raking, mostly meandering in the yard with the rake in my hands, looking like I was raking, and I noticed that my flowers are bursting forth! Yeah! The forsythia is also budding, and with the chirping of the birds, I felt hopeful that winter was on its way out. I am glad.

It really has not been a long winter, but I really want warmer weather, and soon. I long for the days of just sitting out on my deck, taking in the sun. I love my deck. I love being out on the patio, in the yard, and even on my hammock. The place is not as important as being out. I have not felt this much cabin fever in a long time.

I cannot wait to start planting my potted plants, which decorate the deck and the patio areas. My deck will need a new coat of stain, but I even look forward to getting that done. I also look forward to getting my herb garden going, and my veggies planted. I guess I just want to play in the dirt, and soon.

Well, spring sprang. We've had our state of grace and our little gift of sanctioned madness, courtesy of Mother Nature. Thanks, Gaia. Much obliged. I guess it's time to get back to that daily routine of living we like to call normal.
~David Assael, Northern Exposure, Spring Break, 1991

Me? A Pediatric Nurse?

2009-03-11T09:07:00.002-05:00

I have been cross training to the area of pediatrics over the last month or so. It's being done because the administrator wants us to cross train to the other areas on the fifth floor, and because we are heavily staffed in L&D, and the census has been low. I could have picked postpartum or the nursery, but I have experience in those areas and thought something new might be fun. Fun? Different.

I did do some "Pedi Time" at my last job in a hospital in PA where I worked, but needed to have a refresher, so I raised my hand to go to this area. I am all about making myself more marketable anyway, especially these days when everything in health care is so damn unstable. It's not such a bad little place. The staff have been friendly and I have learned a few new things. Of course, I have also learned that everywhere one goes (other units), most (other nurses) are miserable these days with the uncertainty hanging over our heads.

So now I have another area I can tack on my resume, NOT that I will be seeking Pedi nurse jobs in the near future. Trust me. But I can say that the gig is not so bad. If I had to, I could be a pedi nurse. Maybe. Ok, maybe just a little.

Bonnie and Clyde

2009-03-08T21:20:00.000-05:00

I would have loved the opportunity to spend time with these two characters, for at least a day. Can you believe this May 23rd marks the 75th Anniversayof the day the two were ambushed! Where has time gone?

Wouldn't you love the chance to hang with them? What went on their heads? Why did they go on the killing sprees they did? Bonnie was so young! How does a 23 year old become so infected with that much rage? Of course, they did supply the nation with a lot of entertainment at a time when things were bad, real bad. Kind of like today. "They were front-page news, newsreel stars, heroes to those who hated banks and the government, institutions the young outlaws mocked." Kind of like today.

Is there a Bonnie and Clyde out there. Waiting. Watching.

Bewarned. I am not kidding.

2009-03-07T21:07:00.004-05:00

I am no longer paying for health insurance. I will be using your Emergency Department like a doctors office. The wait will not bother me. I love to read. I will bring books and snacks. In fact, I may even pack a cooler. I can sit there all day if I have to and YOU cannot turn me away.

I will no longer be paying for everyone's treatment. I will be right there along side of them sucking YOUR hard earned dollars away from you so I can get my head cold taken care of, or that hammer toe fixed. I may even think about having another baby. Why not, YOU will be paying for it. Makes sense to me.

Who needs health care insurance?

No Money, No Bones

2009-02-28T19:30:00.001-05:00

I recently was made aware that because we are facing a huge financial problem in this country, people now have to choose between feeding themselves and feeding their pets. There are also those people facing the issue of “do I get care for my pet, or don’t I?” Vet visits are down, which is certainly no fun for their businesses, but I am more concerned about the animals being dumped. It is not something I have never had to think about, nor would I want to face that issue. I would certainly explore every option I could first.

The American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals recently estimated that up to 1 million cats and dogs nationwide “are at risk of becoming homeless as a result of the continuing economic downturn.” Shelters across the country are busting at the seams, which only leads to more animals being needlessly euthanized. I find that sad.

I hope that people explore every option possible before ‘dumping’ their pets. Please.

Are You a Foodie?

2009-02-26T07:38:00.004-05:00

Being a “gourmet” or “epicure” is passé. Those of us who are now into the world of food are now called “foodies”. I am a foodie. However, I am not alone. There are many of us out there. YOU could be a foodie.

Foodies are defined as “someone who has an ardent or refined interest in food”. Once being thought of as snobby people who could only eat expensive foods, served on the best of china, in refined restaurants, this thinking is no longer valid. Foodies can find something good on a roadside stand in the middle of nowhere and want to know all there is to know about the food, where it comes from, and who made it. We thirst for as much knowledge about food as we can get.

There are some basic traits of being a foodie, as there are basic traits that come with all labels. Generally, you have to know what you like, why you like it, recognize why some foods are better than others and want to have good tasting food all or certainly most of the time. This doesn't mean that you can't eat flaming hot Cheetos every now and again, but it does mean that you don't fool yourself into thinking that it's a nutritionally balanced meal. A foodie is someone who has to know the difference between a beefsteak tomato and a Jersey Tomato, and then wants to try them both to understand the difference.

There might be foods you simply will not try or weird foods you simply have to eat. This is what makes you more of a foodie. The important thing is that you like food, want to know more about food, and in the end enjoying eating the food. My addiction, besides food, is food blogs. I cannot get enough of them.

I Need Spring!

2009-02-18T08:06:00.002-05:00

"Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; he will not see me stopping here. To watch his woods fill up with snow." ~ Robert Frost

I need spring.

I am so tired of this cold weather. I am tired of my winter looking surroundings, no green, bare trees, and frosted grass. I yearn for the greens, the colors, the feel, and smell of spring. I want to feel warm sun. I want to sit on my deck. I want to be out for long periods of time without feeling cold.

I need spring.

I want to plant flowers, sow grass (yes, thanks to Meego), and play in the dirt. I want to fill my deck pots with pretty flowers. I want to see green grass, and the little yellow flowers of my forsythia bushes. I want to spend time on my patio, relaxing on a lounger.

I need spring.

Keeping Secrets

2009-02-17T12:21:00.003-05:00

Can you keep a secret? I can, but obviously, you can’t. What is about people who claim they can keep something private and to themselves, only to find out that they “thought it would be okay to share with so and so” and that I wouldn’t mind?? What the heck? And if you are telling me a secret that someone else asked you to keep private, then obviously I cannot trust you either. What part about secret and private don’t you get??

I realize that for many secrets are difficult to keep. If I want to ensure privacy, I’d better just keep my thoughts and feelings to myself. In addition, I would expect that if you wish to remain my friend, you’d better keep my thoughts and feelings I share with you, private, especially after I asked you to do so. Thank you.

Miserable People

2009-02-14T20:32:00.002-05:00

I am so sorry that someone, somewhere pissed in your oatmeal, but please keep it to yourself.

Nuff said.

Aishiteru*

2009-02-12T07:51:00.001-05:00

Ask any self-respecting Japanese woman what she has planned for Valentine's, and she'll tell you that it's all been set — the chocolates, gifts, and dinner, all prepared and paid for, by her. On Barentain Dei, women take the initiative to shower their honmei or sweethearts with gifts, profess their love, and humor their male classmates and colleagues with giri-choco or obligation chocolates. For teenagers it's a bittersweet initiation into romance and courtship, where girls brave a few burns to learn the art of tempering molten chocolate to create one-of-a-kind treats for the captain of the baseball team. For the more weathered, it's about raiding Godiva for their lovers and husbands, and picking up cheaper consolation prizes for the lesser males in their lives. The men, by the way, don’t have to do a thing for the women on Feb. 14. Not till Mar. 14, but more on that later.

How a lovers' holiday in the west turned into a quasi-feminist chocolate orgy is unclear. The the first Valentine's sale in Japan took place in 1958 and Tokyo chocolatier Mary Chocolate's event generated 150 yen total in sales (the company sold three bars of chocolate in three days). Nevertheless, the marketing opportunity would not be lost in translation.

Men do not get an entirely free ride. In the late 1970s a number of confectionary company CEOs got together to try to figure out how to get a piece of the chocolate pie. Their equal opportunity marketing gimmick was to come up with "White Day" on March 14th, where the men are obliged to reciprocate for their Valentine's gifts by purchasing candies and cookies. Easy enough? Well, maybe not. Expectations have grown since the 70s. According the polls, what women expect on White Day, in order of preference, are jewelry, watches, and handbags. Van cleef & Arpels, Cartier and Louis Vuitton are not complaining.

Love equals money no matter the culture.

*Aishiteru means I Love You.

Self- Doubt

2009-02-11T11:05:00.003-05:00

I have been chasing the dream of teaching nursing for quite some time. I really want the chance to help my profession grow through helping others reach their dreams of becoming nurses. I want to make a difference. You can’t do it unless you have a degree. Unfortunately.

I love being in school, although lately it has been quite a personal challenge. I have stumbled in the past, but have managed to breeze through each class and quite well. Lately, I keep wondering if perhaps I was not meant to teach. It is hard, sometimes, to believe in your ability to be or do everything you dream about and even the most determined person has their dark moments. I hate self-doubt.

Self Doubt: A lack of faith or confidence in oneself.

That is what I have. That is where I am at right now. I hear the little voices in my head (not really, please do not call the mental health police) saying that maybe I'm not good enough, not smart enough, or not talented enough to be a good teacher. Where does this self-doubt come from? I am hoping it is a little speed bump. I have no time for self-doubt right now. I have to get through this damn class.

Self-doubt is the little voice in your head saying " You Can Do It!" and the big voice saying " I Wish You Would"...listen to the little voice” ~Sean O’Donnell

What a Tease!

2009-02-10T08:57:00.003-05:00

I am tired of the cold, the mud, the ice, the snow (even the pitiful amounts), and the dreary winter days. I am now ready for the warmth and renewal of spring.

Yesterday it warmed a wee bit (51 here), and I was out with the pups when a damn Robin flew in the yard, sitting there, with it's smug little attitude. Normally they remind us that spring is right around the corner, but being the realistic person I am, I know it isn't. There are still many winter days ahead.

Dumb bird.

No More Ashes, No more Soot....

2009-02-09T08:35:00.003-05:00

We gave the wood logs a big fat boot!

With my direction (and I am good at that), Jim turned our wood burning fireplace into a gas burning one, and I love it! No more dirty ashes, no more tiny wood chips, no more kindling be dragged around the house (haha Meego!), and a relatively sparkling glass front!

And I can easily hit the remote and start a fire, without having to wait for Jim or one of the kids to do it for me! With the prices of firewood going up constantly, and the places to even go and get our own wood dwindling (WHO is buying into all these new develpments?), not to mention our getting too old to haul, chop, and split wood, it was time! Thankfully Jim is talented enough to do the work, so it was relatively cheap to do. And it looks so pretty.

I love my new fireplace logs!

False Promises (Again)

2009-02-03T07:44:00.004-05:00

I am so tired of being promised that we will get snow and then a big nothing. I like the snow. I like watching it fall from the sky, and blanketing the ground, making everything so pretty. However, if we are not going to get snow, in any amount (one inch does not count), then let us just move onto spring. I have things that need to be done outside (more leaves and sticks out front).

I miss the winters I had as kid. I remember a ton of snow and many school closings. What happened to all that snow? (Shhh, I know about global warming, just let me reminisce here). I grew up in a house that sat on a hill, so when we had snow, we had major fun. Our house sat across the street from Deal Lake, and there were times we could start at the top of the driveway, fly down across the street, and down another hill and onto the lake. NOW that was snow!

Moreover, it lasted. We did not have a few hours of snow and then rain and it was gone. We had good snow, healthy snow, snow that lasted and lasted. Where is that snow? We had the kind of snow that provided my brothers with serious income from hours and hours of shoveling storefronts and people’s driveways. We had the kind of snow that required tons of extra mittens and snow pants. Snow pants! What kids have to wear them today when it snows? No one.

I wish for a major snow episode. An old-fashioned blizzard. No more false promises. Get serious mother nature.

Spring Clean Up in February

2009-02-02T21:11:00.003-05:00

We have had this tiny little spurt of warmer air. Okay, 49 degrees, but warmer than 20. I have felt stuck in this house, glued to my laptop, getting through mounds of reading, researching, and writing. (I feel as if my MSN is now in sight, finally!) So when the weather turned favorably, I got out.

Of course, it is not in my nature to just go out and relax. I got the idea to remove the left over firewood from the shed yesterday (we are going from wood to gas), and then clean up the shed. Since the shed was no longer going to store wood, I thought we could use the shed as a shed. So it was then time to move the yard tools from the garage to the shed, freeing up more space in the garage. And since the rake was now out, why not just tidy up the backyard. Some 6 large bags later, and the yard is tidy. The sticks gone (for now) so no more chewed up littlier sticks. (got dogs, got little chewed up sticks). I then thought why not tidy up the patio (just in case the weather really got warm and we might want to have a barbeque). Chairs moved out, broom in. One more bag of leaves. Then while I was there Ithought I would clean up under the sink in the outdoor kitchen. HOW do leaves get in there? Makes no sense.

I will tell you here that while it seems the cleaning was effortless, I had the help of four goldens. Nothing is easy when they pitch in and help. And not once, but twice, did I have to chase Migo to get my gardening gloves back.

Then it was on to the garage. Broom out, half a bag of leaves. How the hell do all those leaves get in there? Loads of space!

Now my back hurts and there is snow coming. No barbeque. Colder weather. Breaktime over. Back to the books. Hurry Spring!

111 Scarves

2009-01-28T21:10:00.001-05:00

It seems that knitting takes away my stress. I have discovered that after spending hours (hours and hours and hours) of doing schoolwork, I can feel quite stressed out. I recently began to knit when taking breaks from the research, reading, and writing. I noticed that because knitting takes little thought, I was able to relax, clear my head, and head back to the schoolwork feeling better.

I am not a talented knitter. I know one stitch. This is okay because the one stitch makes great scarves. I like the pretty wools that are available and have been able to make some nice gifts. It takes me roughly 3 days to make one scarf. I have approximately 333 days until I finish with my degree. If I continue at the same pace, I will make 111 scarves by graduation (math skills). That is many scarves (general observation).

Not a bad thing. Less stress. More gifts.

Going in With an Open Mind

2009-01-20T03:56:00.000-05:00

So we start our day, this Wednesday with a new President. I would be remiss if I did not take a minute or two to reflect about this new opportunity for our country. I will not say if I voted for Obama, not will I comment on how I feel about this man. To be honest, while I have much time to think about him, I am still not sure how I feel about the man. However, I am sure about the office he holds. I was raised to respect the office of the president, whether or not I like the inhabitant or not.

That said, I thought about a piece of art work I learned about in high school by Norman Rockwell entitled, Problem We all Live With. The piece depicts the story of a little black (African American) girl named Ruby. His painting, The Problem We All Live With appeared on the cover of Look magazine on January 14, 1964. It infuriated some, heartened the hopes of others, shamed many, and was met with indifference or scorn by the Art Establishment. The perceptive viewer notes not only the confident posture and countenance of the young girl -- her escorts are cropped and anonymous agents of the law -- but the writ in the pocket of the advancing guard, the contrast of schoolbooks with the graffiti on the wall, the smashed tomato (the least of projectiles launched in those times). He stirred a decent empathy, a quietly powerful outrage.

Our country has come to a crossroad. Obama’s victory shows that the boundaries of race in US politics have dissolved – an amazing outcome given that slavery was abolished in the US only 148 years ago. But will his victory, his presence in the highest office help foster a better relationship between blacks and whites?

Winnie-the-Pooh

2009-01-17T02:45:00.001-05:00

When I was younger, like 45 years ago younger, I roamed the 100 Aker woods with Winnie-the-Pooh, Eeyore, Tigger, Kanga, Roo, Piglet, Rabbit, Owl, and Christopher Robin. I even remember running into a Heffalump! My mother would read to us over many hours the tales of Pooh and his friends, and even his misadventures! (Like the time he was stuck in the honey jar!) I loved those stories as a kid, and even today, the wisdom of Pooh charms me.

Not many people know that Pooh was really based on a real bear. During WW1, a young lieutenant purchased an orphaned black bear cub and he named her Winnipeg, or Winnie for short. The bear fast became the mascot of this lieutenant’s brigade. When it was time for him to deploy to France, he took her to the London Zoo where she became a popular attraction.

Christopher Robin, A.A. Milne’s son fell in love with her and he named his own stuffed bear Winnie. Milne took inspiration from this and soon began writing about Winnie and Christopher Robin’s adventures in 100 Aker Wood. Many of the places that found their way into his stories can actually be found outside of London. January 18th is the official Winnie-the-Pooh day! Celebrate with the characters and find your way back into 100 Aker Woods. Perhaps a game of “Pooh Sticks” would be fun? Share a story with a little one!

In Celebration Of Goldens

2009-01-16T11:40:00.002-05:00

Do I really need to write anything? These are not my Goldens, but how cute are they?

I will say that these photographs are the work of Bruce Weber.

Oh My Darling, Clementine

2009-01-15T07:50:00.002-05:00

One of my favorite cooks / bakers / culinary wizards is Nigella Lawsen. She is not only good in the kitchen, but her taste is simple, her ideas non-threatening to the simplest of bakers / cooks. I have been making her Clementine Cake for a few years, and just made on this week (which was eaten as fast as it was made, thankyouverymuchjim)! So since clementines are around, i thought it a good time to share this recipe. Make it. I promise you will love it!

Clementine Cake

4 to 5 Clementines (about 1 pound total weight) 6 eggs 1 cup plus 2 tablespoons sugar 2 1/3 cups ground almonds 1 heaping teaspoon baking powder
Put the Clementines in a pot with cold water to cover, bring to the boil, and cook for 2 hours. Drain and, when cool, cut each Clementine in half and remove the seeds. Then finely chop the skins, pith, and fruit in the processor (or by hand, of course).

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F.
Butter and line an 8-inch spring form pan with parchment paper. (Okay, I only use the flour spray pam and an 8 X 11 pan)
Beat the eggs. Add the sugar, almonds, and baking powder. Mix well, adding the chopped clementines. I use the food processor to make the whole thing, although Nigella confesses to using the “food processor for the Clementines” only and “enjoys stirring.”

Pour the cake mixture into the prepared pan and bake for 1 hour, when a skewer will come out clean. You'll probably have to cover the cake with foil after about 40 minutes to stop the top from burning. Remove from the oven and leave to cool, in the pan on a rack. When the cake is cold, you can take it out of the pan. Nigella says,” I think this is better a day after it's made, but I don't complain about eating it anytime.” And I agree.

A little side bar:

Oh My Darling, Clementine is an American western folk ballad usually credited to Percy Montrose (1884), though sometimes to Barker Bradford. The song is believed to have been based on another called Down by the River Liv'd a Maiden by H. S. Thompson (1863).

The words are those of a bereaved lover singing about his darling, the daughter of a "49er" (a miner in the 1849 California Gold Rush). He loses her in a drowning accident – though he consoles himself towards the end of the song with Clementine's "little sister".

The verse about the little sister was often left out of folk song books intended for children, presumably because it seemed morally questionable.

Hemingway's Paris

2009-01-14T07:26:00.004-05:00

One of my favorite writers (I have many) is Ernest Hemingway. Many people hold the opinion that there has been no American writer like Ernest Hemingway. While I agree he is one of the most notable writers in our history, there are in fact many others, but I will share a bit about him.

A member of the World War I “lost generation” Hemingway was in many ways his own best character. The “lost generation” was a name instituted by Gertrude Stein and it signified the postwar generation and the literary movement produced by the young writers of the time. Although the drama and romance of his life sometimes seem to overshadow the quality of his work, Hemingway was primarily a literary scholar, a writer and reader of books. Hemingway believed that “a writer’s style should be direct and personal, his imagery rich and earthy, and his words simple and vigorous and he captured this spirit in his books.

My favorite book is “A Movable Feast” a book written his time in Paris in the 1920’s. It was the time of the “lost generation” when writers, painters, musicians, and composers went to Paris to work and make names for themselves. In 1950, Hemingway told a friend, "If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast."

Hemingway's writings give us a truly nostalgic account of life in Paris. In all of his works, life centers on cafe life, drinking and dining. If there were bullfights and big game hunting in Paris, those would have been included, and Hemingway's Paris would have been complete.
My only regret is that I would have known more about his Paris when I spent time in Paris. I would have loved the opportunity to sip a beer at Balzar's in the Rue des Ecoles.

One of my favorite blogs is Hemingway’s Paris. If you love Hemingway, you will enjoy this blog as much as I do. Take a peek.
“All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.” ~ Hemingway

I am Right Behind You Diane!

2009-01-13T14:01:00.002-05:00

I have never been a person with a fragile ego. I have had my issues with weight (who hasn’t?), my hair (the fire – engine - red incident and the blue-smurf incident), my face (my birthmark has always been an issue, but really only when people insist I get “it” taken care of, or have felt compelled to hand me a business card of the local plastic surgeon {and why would you carry around that card anyway??}), and soon), and my mouth (Chickens have bigger lips), but never enough to interfere with my life, or make me rethink how I should better handle things. That is until recently.

I recently looked in the mirror, and found TWO extra wrinkles. Now I look in the stupid mirror every day, so where and when they arrived is a mystery, but I will not tolerate them. Seriously. I knew that Diane Lane (yes, the actress) had the same issues (apparently) and she used a product by Neutrogena her wrinkles were cleared up within a few short weeks! I have looked at many pictures of her and NOT one dumb wrinkle exists, so the product has to be good, right??

So, with that knowledge, I Googled her and Neutrogena right away, and found the necessary product. I got Jim and Caitlin to buy the product (specific instructions) and have started a new facial regimen. I have to do something. Two extra wrinkles are not going to be tolerated.

I will keep you all posted, since my face certainly has to be important to more than just me!

Bye, Bye Caitlin...Hurry Back!

2009-01-12T07:25:00.005-05:00

I cannot believe a whole month has past since one of my sweetest friends got home for the holidays! Now it is time for her to go back to school, back to her little island in the Caribbean.

I loved having her around (although she would say it's only because she empties the dishwasher without being asked), but it's so much more. The morning cup of coffee is more fun when you can share it with someone. The house was filled with her laugh, her smile, her joy of going shopping with me, on a minute's notice!

She does help around the house, which while I am going to school is a HUGE help to me. (Oh the other two will help, but they do it only after I have to ask or make a list, Caitlin just does)

She gave me a sweet gift last night, something she made, and something not everyone might enjoy, but I do. She had a print of each one of the dog's paw prints made (she did the print) and I now have them forever! You might have to be a pet owner to appreciate that kind of a gift. This is Cait. She takes the simple, and turns it into a treasure.

I will miss her around the house, especially in the mornings as I sip that first cup of brew. I'll miss her at night, not hearing that last little 'night'. And yes I will miss her each and every time I have to empty the dishwasher.

Spring Cleaning or Nesting?

2009-01-10T13:50:00.005-05:00

While Jim and Caitlin were away skiing this past week, and Daniel now safely back at school, I decided to aggressively clean my house. It started post holiday, the general clean-up after all the decorations were put away, and from there I found myself in the kitchen looking into my junk drawers. (Yes I have more than one junk drawer)

My drawers were out of control and it was time to get serious. It was also a way to avoid school work, who am I kidding? That said, I dove in, and from the drawers I worked my up the cupboards, and across the counter tops. Things were cleaned, put away (who needs the mixer out 24/7?), and straightened up! I moved to the windows, the drapes, the curtains, the window toppers, and even ensured all the wood work was sparkling. (Yes this was done before the holidays too).

From there I moved into the bedrooms and did windows and curtains, bed linens, and cleaned out the night stand drawer (yeah that was a mess too!) The dogs beds were stripped and cleaned, and placed out on the deck to air out! Fresh, fresh, fresh!!

I cleaned and organized my study space, so I could better concentrate on my school work (perhaps I better rethink this since cleaning and organizing takes me away from it). =)

The house is fresh and clean. I can now focus on my studies. ( that is until I think about cleaning the basement) =)

"Eeeewww, That Smells"

2009-01-07T10:19:00.003-05:00

One of the great things about being left behind when the kids are off to school, and Jim is off on his work-related trips, is that I have the house all to myself and can cook whatever I want, when I want. One of the vegetables I love is brussel spouts, but I will agree that they do tend to waft the air with a not so appealing smell. So I have been asked, "Why do I have to cook them in the house?" (until we had the outdoor kitchen I was kind of limited to where I cooked smelly things). And I cook them because in order to eat them, they need to be cooked.

So when the house is mine I take advantage of it and cook the smelly things I love, like brussel sprouts and liver and onions. Yes, I eat liver. Not that often; perhaps even once or twice a year! But I do enjoy it and it, too, adds an unpleasant odor to the air, especially to those who really despise it (like everyone here but me).

So have your fun at school and on your trips, and I will enjoy my smelly foods. And my not so smelly foods, when I want, and where I want.

Rhino Dead. Film at 11.

2009-01-06T19:24:00.002-05:00

Poor Rhino. Poor Penguin, Poor everything that comes through the door that Migo might get his paws on to de-stuff. I have seen more stuffing on my floors the past two days than Paula Deen might see at one of her Thanksgiving feasts. (yes mine is non-edible, but you get the point).

First he yanks out the eyes. It seems we have a large variety of blind stuffed animals. Then he picks at the hole and little by little it gets big enough for him to yank out the stuffing. He truly has set records in flattening animals. When it is all over, he merely gets up and walks away leaving me to deal with the huge white piles of stuffing and dealing with one flat toy. I should just buy material and make flat toys. Who needs stuffing?

IF Something Bad is Going On...Please Call Me!

2009-01-05T19:58:00.002-05:00

Apparently, according to my sister Gidget, I am NOT paying attention to life and all that is going in the world. She bases this on the fact that several times in the past few weeks she has had to inform me of potential weather alerts. I am very good about reading the daily paper (mostly for the obits and the crossword puzzle), turning on the news (Matt Lauer and I have an ongoing morning relationship; Meredith annoys me), and periodically throughout the day tuning into Fox News ( I adore Shepard Smith). So why is it I never know the weather when she tests me?

Perhaps I have become so numb to the news that I half read and half listen? Let's face it, we just got through TWO heavy years of political crap, the world is an ongoing mess of horrible death and destruction news, so the news is never really good, and Meredith annoys me. BUT the weather is such a mundane stress free issue. It is either wet or dry hot or cold. What's the big deal? But according to Gidget my not knowing is annoying her.

I even have a Weather Bug on my computer that alerts me to the tornado coming my way, the possible flood that might drive me to build an ark, and yet I see the alerts, and hear the chirp of the alert, but it's not sticking in my head. So please, if something bad is happening in the world and you think I should know about it, please call me and let me know. At this point Gidget is so annoyed with me, she might let me drown or get blown away.

Tumbleweeds!

2009-01-02T20:01:00.004-05:00

As the owner of four Goldens, one of the things that drives me crazy, as well as annoys me, is the inevitable questions that come from those who have to ask the following after learning I have four Goldens:

What do you do with all the hair around the house?

Don't you have a huge amount of Tumbleweeds?Does your furniture and clothes always have hair on them?

Yuck, four Goldens? Way too much hair!

So one of my goals for myself this year is to simply shrug off the questions, not get annoyed, and simply agree with those who are stupid enough to ask those annoying questions. YES, my house is one huge hairball tumbleweed. I never brush the dogs. When I am not wearing the hair I am finding it everywhere! There, ya happy now?

Seriously though, four Goldens do make a ton of hair, but the secret is taking care of them and their coats. We are good about keeping them brushed and clean, therefore I do not have a home with tumbleweeds blowing around! I have dog hair here and there, but I do pride myself in keeping a clean home. I do wonder if this annoys other dog owners?

Same Me, Different Year, Same Goal

2009-01-01T14:41:00.004-05:00

I just got done going through all the requirements for the next two classes I will take over the next 12 weeks. Holy smokes! If I disappear, I might be found under a pile of books or journal articles. This is going to be a trying 12 weeks...

I can almost see the distant tiny light at the end of the tunnel, but besides being tiny, it is also a faint light. UGH, why didn't I do this when I was younger? Why did I wait? No sense in complaining. I just have to dig in and hope I get through it.

Ok, I'm going in. Wish me luck!

Happy New Year!

2008-12-31T13:16:00.003-05:00

I wish all of you that read my blog a happy, healthy, and very prosperous New Year in 2009!!

Much Love!

Wendy

New Year's Resolutions

2008-12-31T04:12:00.000-05:00

The definition of a “resolution” can be quite in depth. For most people’s purposes, they are simple or major changes, or goals, we have to do at the end of every year in which something good should be the result. To many of us, that might include lose weight, stop smoking, eat better, exercise more, etc. There are those too, who decide that perhaps they need to better themselves in other ways. For example, there are some who feel they need to call mom more, spend more time helping make money for charity, learn to play chess, learn to speak french etc. Consequently, resolutions vary.

The common thread for all resolutions is that they are typically broken, and usually within a very short amount of time. Oh sure, we decided that diet was a must, and that we finally felt ready to tackle that extra 25 pounds, but by the end of January (if we make it that far), the diet was cast aside. Poof, the resolution to shed those pounds all gone. So are resolutions just rituals?

For most of us, the answer is yes. For others, it truly is a way of taking a good hard look at ourselves and deciding changes have to be made. Whether it is to make a change for the good of our health, or the good of others, resolutions are made. Making them is the easy part. But perhaps it is all about the wording?

I used to make resolutions, but after many failures, I decided one year to only make goals. Yes, it’s the same damn thing, but the word “goal" is less threatening to me. In the end it worked. I also decided that my goals had to be more realistic. Making the goal to parachute out of a plane was not realistic. I am afraid of heights. In previous years, I had goals of learning more about cheeses, making my own pasta, making sushi, and all goals were met head on and completed! I once even had the goal of learning more about the various martinis and how to make them. NOW that was a resolution worth keeping!

This year my goals are simple again, and realistic.

*Finish my Masters in Nursing Education degree!
*Do some traveling (perhaps a cruise?)
*Learn and speak more Spanish (it is inevitable)

I’m no expert on making and keeping resolutions or goals, but I do know that once you have decided you are ready to make that New Year's resolution and stick to it, you need to develop a plan of action and make that plan a priority. One of the most important secrets to keeping those New Year's resolutions is to take the process of change one day at a time. And it's OK to make big changes through taking small steps. If you can do just a little bit to get going, soon you'll feel the positive effects of the change. And that little bit of change can lead to long-term healthy habits that last far beyond New Year's Day.

Happy and Healthy New Year!

"New Year's is the only holiday that celebrates the passage of time. Perhaps that's why,
as the final seconds of the year tick away, we become introspective. Inevitably, that
introspection turns to thoughts of self-improvement and the annual ritual of making
resolutions, which offer the first of many important tools for remaking ourselves!"

- Gary Ryan Blair

Cheap Food, A Good Movie, and Family!

2008-12-29T10:58:00.002-05:00

It will come to no surprise to you who know me, and know I feel about my kids being home, why I would share this blog entry. Daniel, took a spill, fell down a flight of stairs, and sustained soft tissue damage to his right foot! That was not good, but he is okay! Of course, he did this while out of state, and spent three hours in a local hospital ED in Rhode Island. Thankfully, Jim was with him. (Long story short, Daniel now is out of the dorms and Kelly’s (his number one and half) place and in his own place). He now has his own room in a house with five others, near campus. But, I digress.

Because Daniel has been trapped on the couch, foot up and iced, the four of us spent the day together yesterday watching a movie (Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull) and a variety of TV shows, and eating take-out Chinese, all of us in our jammies. NOW this is my kind of family day. My kids home, Jim home, cheap food I did not have to make, and good movies. It was fun. It was long overdue.

While I have shared before that I love my alone time with Jim, and my nice clean and organized empty nest, I do love time with my kids. It made my holidays a whole lot happier!

Now I have to go and do Daniel’s wash.

Catching up on Facebook!

2008-12-28T09:59:00.006-05:00

A while back, I joined Facebook, primarily to see why my son and daughter thought it was so great. I had heard about these web sites where people converged to share themselves and other assorted things (like MySpace, etc). Initially I did not think too much of it, but at the time, I had a no friends, except my son (my daughter kept herself hidden), so I did not think it was that exciting, much less interesting. Then little by little, I stumbled across friends who were using it, and slowly my friend list expanded, I joined professional groups, and began sharing information, and now I am hooked!

I have hooked up with so many wonderful friends from my past and I love getting back in touch with them. I also love being able to share ideas and other things within my professional groups, as well. Facebook, not just for kids.

See ya there!

T'was the Days After Christmas....

2008-12-27T07:54:00.002-05:00

In like lightening, the holidays come, and then over just as fast! So the meals are over, the dishes washed and put away, the Yankee Balsam candles are just about empty, and the tree is starting to loose its smell. The cookies are all gone (gift baggies for those heading out the door), the gifts are unwrapped and all put away, and new doggy toys are scattered about, the living room floor looks like hell. This was my holiday, now over and done. It was, as always a good one, filled with lots of family time, good food, and tons of laughs, the makings of new memories.

Caitlin and I will head to the mall so she can use her gift cards before heading back to Grenada, as Grenada has no idea that Victoria Secret exists! Dan and Jim have gone off to Rhode island to find Dan a new place to live, so the girls have the day to themselves! =) Next up; ringing in the new year!

Life is good.

No Thanks, I'm Full. Really.

2008-12-26T13:52:00.003-05:00

Holy crap! I have eaten more rich foods in the past week, and I have one more night to go! Between the holiday parties, cookies, and rich foods that I normally do not eat, I feel bloated and toxic. Very toxic. More toxic than anything toxic you can think of.

Tonight we celebrate Chanukah with my sister and her family and while I LOVE her potato latkes, my stomach is already on full alert. I really do not have a weight issue, but after tonight, I am going on a full get rid of the toxins diet. (I have no real plan in mid except lots of water and healthier foods). The cookies will be all gone, and the cupboards empty of anything that says "Merry Christmas"!

The joys of holiday living! Pass the Alka Seltzer!

The Merging of Holidays, Cultures, and Food

2008-12-25T20:03:00.002-05:00

Every year we celebrate Christmas and Chanukah. My sister converted to Judism years ago, so we have shared Chanukah with her and her family every year, and she continues to share Christmas with us. I love the idea of sharing the different customs between our families. We haved learned so much from my sister and her in-laws over the years about the Jewish culture, and I am blessed that they share their holidays with us.

This year was no exception and because the celebrations of the holidays overlapped, we have been spending a lot of time together. I'm happy. Good family, good frineds, my christmas ccokies, and my sister's potato latkes. This is what celebrations and good times with family are all about.

Traditions

2008-12-23T04:55:00.000-05:00

Tradition means "handing over, passing on", and can be done through the sharing of customs or rites, orally or through practice. I have shared many traditions I had growing up through the holidays and how they have provided me with such wonderful memories.

Traditions start easily. Once you have children and you do something more than once, you're going to be doing it forever because the children come to expect it (a real tree with homemade ornaments). Many times traditions are started intentionally by parents who want to create family roots or stability. This was the case for Jim and I having started our family living overseas, so far from family. Traditions are usually something that is a little more special — something that's anticipated and that you're greatly disappointed if it doesn't happen (like not having that expected green bean casserole).

Traditions bring us together. They keep us whole. They provide us stability in this crazy world we are subject to at this time. I have spoken of grandparents and my dad that no longer exist. I have shared the various places we have lived and worked. Life hands us changes, many unexpected, but the traditions survive; they are made of love and longing for what we value, and so we hold them close and take them wherever we go. They are wonderfully portable, which has made them easy for us to take from place to place.

Traditions can be shared, borrowed, or transferred from one person to another. Sometimes you have to start one and wait for it to really grow. But, if well cared for and fostered, it can provide us with years of pleasure. At their best, traditions make us better; at the very least, they remind us how far we've come and how lucky we are.

Christmas Eve at MomMom and PopPop's House

2008-12-22T05:26:00.001-05:00

When I was a little kid, actually from the time I was little until I was in college, we would all gather at my grandparent's house every Christmas Eve after church (The 7 pm candle light service) to celebrate not only Christmas Eve, but 3 family member's birthdays. My grandmother, my aunt, and my cousin were all born on Christmas, so not only did we eat traditional Christmas cookies to treat our sweet tooth, but each member had a special cake!

I loved going to church on Christmas Eve and being allowed (when I was little) to hold a real lit candle! (They finally let me hold one when I got to high school without constantly watching me). Our family was a large one so many of us ended up celebrating the service together, which certainly I can appreciate now more.

After church we would head to my grandparents, excited to open gifts, and share in sweet treats. The evening was long and tiresome, and we usually drove my parents nuts as we needed to get home to put out cookies for Santa. The drive home was always special as my parents would ensure to have us listen to the local radio station broadcasting the flight of Santa so we knew where he was and would not worry that we might not be there in time. (Thanks daddy and mommy).

I have so many fond memories of all the Christmas Eve's and I cherish them all. We know longer have a huge crowd, but I have certainly ensured my children have their own holiday memories with the family that means the most to me. I miss my MomMom and PopPop throughout the year at various times, but especially Christmas Eve.

Mommy's New Toy

2008-12-21T19:15:00.003-05:00

Tis the season to treat myself to a new toy, before Santa arrives (Sorry Santa but Kohls had great sales and I had a 30% coupon). I have been desperately seeking out the steam mop made by Shark, but without much success. One of my dear friends Faith shared with me how much she loved her steam mop, and how effective it really cleaned her floors. So the hunt was on.

Until today I had been using those disposable floor pads and not only did they not clean that great (something I thought they did until today), but the smell annoyed me, and I worried about wet chemicals and litle paws meeting. And the cost was something I always thought of, as they were not cheap and with cleaning my floor as much as I do, the pennies added up!

I finally gave up on the Shark, and bought myself a Bissell Steam Mop. After one steam cleaning event, I could hardly believe the difference in my floors. What I thought were clean floors; well they were not, enuff said! UGH! I could not believe it. I am sold and happy with my new toy. I love my very clean floors! Thank you Faith!

Disaster Strikes!

2008-12-21T07:28:00.003-05:00

Jim recently bought Caitlin a scanner so she is able to make copies of things she needs for school, thus saving her copying money. Upon trying to connect scanner to her laptop he got a prompt that he couldn't and would have to ensure all updates were in her computer. Now I am not sure of all the technical stuff, and I really do not care, however what did happen is that after she took the time to ensure ALL her data was backed up on an external hard drive and it was time to move things from the this back to the lap top, it erased everything! NO, I mean everything...all her hard work, saved work, very much need information for her next term , and her very much loved pictures of her dogs. (I'm not which was more important)

Jim is besides himself. Although none of this is his fault, he is taking it so hard and wishes he could turn the clock for his little girl. I feel horrible too. In fact, she is taking it better than I would have handled the situation.

I am so very hopeful that someone in the class ahead of her will share and share generously with her when she gets back to school.

As for the pictures, thankfully we all have pictures of her beloved pets...

I am so sorry Caitlin.

Hooked on a 17 year-old Vampire!

2008-12-20T19:53:00.003-05:00

About 6 months ago, I began to hear about a series of books by Stephenie Meyer whose main character is a 17 year-old vampire who begins a romance with 17 year-old Bella Swan, who is not a vampire. I found myself wondering who was this Edward Cullen that many young girls were enthralled with all of a sudden? What was it about him, or the series of books that had everyone's attention?

So like most interested and nosey readers, I picked up the first book of the series called Twilight, and was imediately sucked into the book. Seriously. I was hooked and within two days inhaled and immensely enjoyed this book. I just began book two New Moon, and I have just about inahled it all today! I love the writing, the characters, and the way the story unfolds. I have never been a fan of vampire books, all though I did read Anne Rice's Lestat and did enjoy that book.

I'd write more about this new pre-occupation with vampire teens, but I have to get back to book two!

A Day in New York City!

2008-12-19T18:57:00.003-05:00

The Rockettes as dolls!

The march of the wooden soldiers, my favorite!

Me, Jim, Josh, Jilly, and Caitlin

The tree!

There's so much to do and see in New York City, especially during the holidays. One of the things we like to do each year is to see the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall...I never tire watching all those legs dance as they do! I have always loved the Rockettes from the time I was a kid, and love them more each year. I have secretly always wanted to be a Rockette, despite my awkwardness, inflexibility, and poor leg design.

This year Caitlin and I decided to share this excursion with Jilly and Joshy, as they have never seen the show. I loved watching their faces as they watched the show! Before and after the show, we walked around the city, and were treated to a very snowy atmosphere, gorgeous windows, and a little bit of shopping. We had an awesome time, and only wished we had oodles more time, and even more dollars!

I love spending time with the kids.

Cold Weather, Hot Soup!

2008-12-18T02:16:00.000-05:00

Pureed White Bean and Winter Squash Soup

This savory pale orange potage makes a comforting winter meal. White beans (and beans in general) are one of the best sources of fiber you can find and they’re a great source of protein as well.

1 pound white beans (such as navy beans, small white beans, or cannellini), washed, picked over and soaked for 6 hours o overnight in 2 quarts water
2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
1 medium onion, chopped
4 garlic cloves, minced
2 1/2 quarts water
A bouquet garni made with a bay leaf, a couple of sprigs each thyme and parsley, and 2 sage leaves
Salt to taste
2 leeks, white part only, well washed and chopped
1 pound winter squash, peeled, seeds and membranes removed, and diced
Freshly ground pepper to taste

For garnish:
Slivered fresh sage leaves
Garlic croutons (toast slices country bread or baguette, rub with a cut clove of garlic, and cut the toasted bread into cubes; optional)
A light drizzle of extra virgin olive oil (optional)

1. Drain the beans. Heat 1 tablespoon of the olive oil in a large, heavy soup pot over medium heat and add the onion. Cook gently until tender, about 5 minutes, and add 2 of the garlic cloves and 1/2 teaspoon salt. Stir together for about 30 seconds, then add the drained beans and the water. Bring to a boil and skim off foam. Add the bouquet garni, reduce the heat, cover and simmer 1 hour.

2. Meanwhile, heat the remaining olive oil in a wide, heavy skillet over medium heat and add the leeks and 1/2 teaspoon salt. Cook gently, stirring, until tender, about 3 minutes, and add the remaining garlic and the squash. Cook, stirring, until the garlic is fragrant and the squash is coated with oil and just beginning to soften, about 2 minutes. Remove from the heat and stir into the beans. Add salt to taste and continue to simmer for another 30 minutes to an hour, until the beans and vegetables are thoroughly tender and falling apart. Taste and adjust salt. Remove the bouquet garni.

3. Using an immersion blender or a food mill fitted with the fine or medium blade, puree the soup. Heat through, taste and adjust salt, and add pepper to taste. Serve, garnishing each bowl with slivered sage leaves, (optional) garlic croutons and an optional drizzle of olive oil.

Yield: Serves 6

Advance preparation: You can make this up to a day or two ahead and reheat. It will thicken. Thin out with water or stock if desired.
Approximate Nutritional Information per Serving: calories: 120

The Arrival of Santa!

2008-12-17T10:21:00.002-05:00

This past weekend, Santa made his rounds on the fire truck, riding through the neighborhood, wishing us all a happy holiday, and providing us each with a candy cane (If you walked to the end of the driveway to say hello back, and of course I did!). I love the idea that towns still do this. What is it about the association of Santa and a fire truck?

When I was little, growing up in Allenhurst, Santa would come on the fire truck and give each of us a large holiday decorated brown paper bag filled with candy, fruit, and one large gift (nothing cheesy). I loved those days! We never had any clue who the Santa was being played by, nor did we care. Those days are long gone, and now a simple candy cane is tossed out to the kids, but how cool is it that the tradition of Santa on a fire truck still exists?

While living in Europe, Jim and I took the kids up to northern Germany to a British Air Force (on the Holland border) base for a holiday party. St. Nick parachuted onto the base via a helicopter, with many “Black Peter’s” parachuting in with him. Black Peters are mischievous helpers with black faces. The kids had a ball, and were thrilled to be a part of this European (Dutch) tradition. I am not sure if the kids remember this day, although Caitlin might.

This is the thing I love about holidays; the creation of so many wonderful memories with family and friends.

I (think) I am Done with Christmas Shopping!

2008-12-16T13:56:00.002-05:00

I believe I can officially say I am done with my shopping for the kids (Cait, Dan, and Kelly) and the other kids (Lexy, Luke, Madison, and Migo), and Jim. I got my mom's gift, my sister's gifts, and a gift for the baby next door.

My cookies have been baked and packages made and given out, or ready to go. The cards have been out for a week or more. The house has been decorated. I have the Christmas Eve menu set, task given out, and food preparation started. I know what I am responsible for for Christmas Day dinner. The stockings are by the chimney hung, with care.

Now I can relax and really enjoy the holidays!

Happy Birthday Joshua Ryan!

2008-12-13T10:24:00.002-05:00

This time of year birthdays get pushed and shoved into corners with all the holiday hustle and bustle. (What is a bustle anyway?) However, having a December birthday, I know how important to recognize those who do too. So it is time for me to publically wish my nephew Joshua Ryan the bestest of birthdays! Love you buddy!

Happy Holidays from the Dogs!

2008-12-13T07:43:00.003-05:00

This is last year's Christmas photo, and since the dogs have not changed much, it will be this year's photo as well. Getting all four dogs to sit at one time, in one place, without having someone lose the scarf, or pull it off the other, was nothing short of miraculous so why tempt fate again?

So with that said, my dogs wish all of you a happy and joyous holiday.

From left to right: Lexy, Madison, Migo, and Luke!

Poorer Christmas Times

2008-12-12T14:08:00.003-05:00

Okay, I know you are sitting there looking at the photo and thinking, "It appears to be a pine branch, perhaps belonging to a Christmas tree? There are gifts, so it must be, so what the heck is that on the branch?"

That my friends is a candle. Seriously, the red is the candle, and the yellow, it's flame. It was 1980 and we were poor folk living in our home in Fayetteville, PA. I was crafty, so i thought, I'll make the ornaments!

Off I went to the local material store, where I bought Christmas patterned material. I brought it home and with my scissors in hand, I got started on a huge collection of stuffed material ornaments. Quite honestly, although not the highest quality ornaments, they were the prettiest, and the tree was full and done tastefully (well as tastefully as one can do with material ornaments).

Over the years, these ornaments have been lost, eaten (dogs), and lost through moves. I have a few left, and each year they go on the tree to remind us where we were at one time, how far we have come, and quite honestly how blessed we are these days.

Times were simpler. Sometimes I yearn for those simple Christmases again. The extra glitter and tinsel really does not add to making a holiday more meaningful. I love that little candle reminder.

First Inch of Snow

2008-12-07T17:38:00.003-05:00

We had our first inch of snow, and while it was nothing to really get excited about, the dogs sure loved it!

The light dusting was enough to cover everything and make it wintery and pretty; a good thing around the holidays!

Caitlin will read this while sitting in hot and humid Grenada and will make a face. Sorry Caitlin!

I am hoping that she will see some snow as soon as she gets home. I know she will when she heads to the slopes with her dad in January.

2008-12-07T04:14:00.000-05:00

We decided last year that this year we would go green. That is we would buy LCD lights for the tree and help the environment a little bit more. Better bulbs, etc. Well, after seeing my tree all lit up the only thing that will be green next year will be the needles on the tree. I am not happy with those tiny runway lights. Good grief, my whole foyer looks like Times Square on New Year’s Eve.

I bought the lights last year at 75% off the original price and got a great bargain, as those little economical lights on the tree were not so economical. I could not wait to get them on the tree and am a little sad that they are not what I expected. I might investigate them further to see if they are now found in colors, but the white lights are definitely going to be on my tree after this year.

If I had any energy left they would come off now, but I am whipped and will not have that kind of energy until the tree has to come down. It is a big job. So, for now I will simply put on my sunglasses when I want to sit and enjoy the tree.

Empty Shoes

2008-12-06T11:24:00.001-05:00

When the kids were little, and we lived in Germany, every December 5th, they would put their shoes out by the front door, and would patiently await a visit from St. Nicholas. He would bring them each a small gift with some fruit and candy. How could he not visit them? And when we moved back to the states, where St. Nicholas day is not celebrated, we managed to keep up the tradition. How could we not? This is the first year since the kids were small that we have not celebrated, as the kids are both no longer here to do so. It makes me sad.

Some history: St. Nicholas was born in 271 AD and died around December 6, 342 or 343 AD near the Asia Minor (Turkey) town of Myra, where he later became Bishop. He performed many good deeds and was a friend to the poor and helpless, and upon his death, myths soon sprang up about him all around the Mediterranean Sea. He was reputed to be able to calm the raging seas, rescue desperate sailors, help the poor and downtrodden, and save children. He was soon named as the patron saint of sailors, and when Myra was overthrown, his bones were transported by sailors to Bari, a port in Italy. It is here that a tomb was built over the grave becoming the center of honor for St. Nicholas. From here, the legend spread on around to the Atlantic Coast of Europe and the North Sea to become a European holiday tradition regardless of religion.

I miss the kids being little, especially this time of year. Happy St. Nicholas day Caitlin and Daniel. I love you both.

Decorating the Graves for the Holidays

2008-12-03T16:35:00.005-05:00

Today Gidget and I did the annual decorating the graves for the holidays. It is a task that I always enjoy doing, and while my sisters think I am a royal pain in the BUTT about it (Everything has to be just right), I do not let them squash my desire to ensure everything is “just right”. They happen to think I overdo, however I disagree.

The thing is I happen to like knowing that the graves are seasonal, so this time of year a pretty wreath is placed at each grave (My dad’s, my aunt and uncles, my grandparents, and my great-grandmother). I also add seasonal flowers to both my dad’s, and my aunt and uncle’s gravesite. My mom does not like grave blankets and instructed me that her parents did not like them either, so all four graves get just a simple green wreath with a simple bow and few adornments.

I can remember as a kid watching my dad make grave blankets and wreaths (he worked part time at the local florist to help make ends meet a little better). He did so with great care and each one was special. He love working there and each arrangement was worked on with precision and tastefully done. I would like to think I am honoring that part of my dad by ensuring that his grave is done just right. I really do not care how much my sisters dislike my OCD graveside behavior.

Not everyone understands my obsession to ensure the graves are decorated for the holidays. It doesn't matter. I get it. I know my dad gets it. And that's all that matters, to me.

"Live the life you love, Love the life you live"

2008-12-02T10:00:00.001-05:00

I’m promoting another blog, “live the life you love, love the life you live”. Daniel’s girlfriend (the number one and half) is now writing a blog to capture her thoughts and adventures as she goes through culinary school and life. You can find it here: http://beachbum1436.blogspot.com/

Enjoy!

A Simple Christmas

2008-12-02T09:51:00.002-05:00

I am decorating less this year, and will enjoy it more. I have little desire to take everything I own related to Christmas decorating out of the basement to stick it around the house. So I have brought up some of the storage tubs, will take out ONLY what I want, and then that is it. Christmas will be simply and tastefully done. Not that I overdue, but I just have so little time to do decorating and will have even less to undecorated, hence my decision.

I like taking out the little things that I have brought back from Germany or the cute things the kids have made over the years. The rest can stay put in the basement. I will have a smaller tree too. Seriously, I am not over doing this year and rethinking about what Christmas is really all about.

Take that you stupid Santa-in-the-mall-on-November 1st.

He's Baaaaacccckkkk!

2008-12-01T09:53:00.002-05:00

Well, I know I have shared with you all that I dreaded, although could not wait for, the return of one very busy puppy. Migo is home. The busiest of any dog I have ever owned came home with Caitlin this past Wednesday, and already we have one very large hole in the backyard, and he was already spotted yanking on a bush branch.

The truth is I love this little guy and missed him terribly when he was gone. He is so full of love and sweetness, but he does find trouble easily. He came back to the pack and was immediately accepted back as if he never left. Madison is overjoyed that he is back as she now has her rumbling buddy back with her. Luke has been playing tug of war with him, and Lexy could care less about him, although she has washed his face several times.

Life in the dog world here is back to normal. My life is back to having a child with the terrible twos. Life goes on, and I am thankful.

PS: Do not let the picture fool you.

Busy, Busy, Busy...

2008-11-30T17:17:00.004-05:00

OY and Vey!

I have been so busy these past few weeks, I feel like I have been on a roller coaster and merry-go-round at the same time! Between getting ready for the holidays, the kids arrivals home, the never-ending school work (and last paper!!!), and work related projects, my time has not been my own to do whatever I wanted to do. My “to-do” list is finally caught up...almost.

The kids arrived safely home from Rhode Island and Grenada, and my time with them went excessively fast. I love when they are home, and with me. I love each second. Thanksgiving was here at my home, celebrated with my mom, and three of my siblings and their families. The food was yummy, and in just the right amounts. My brined turkey was a hit again! (Thankfully)

Black Friday was a day filled with shopping with Caitlin, Daniel, Jillian, and my sister Gidget. We really did not do much shopping (not many sales), but we had fun being together. (we are very cheap entertainment for each other).

This past weekend, my sister Gidget, niece Jillian, Caitlin, Daniel, and I baked cookies. I was not going to even bake this year (Lack of time), but when they offered to help, I took them up on their offer, and we did a ton of baking. The cookies in the picture are peanut butter mice Jillian and Caitlin baked! They are too cute. In between cookie baking, I took my sisters Sue and mom to see the Three Irish Tenors do their annual Christmas show in the states. We saw them last year and my mom loved them. Therefore, I had to take her back again! We had fun.

I have hauled all the holiday decorations out of the basement and now have a huge job ahead of me, and with both kids gone, and Jim working, I might find myself decorating less this year. Less is best anyway. The holidays are, after all, more than tinsel and greens.

I am thankful for my busy and very full life.

The Sounds of the Holidays

2008-11-21T08:50:00.002-05:00

One of the vivid holiday memories I have form my childhood is the many shopping trips my sister and I took with my grandmother (my dad’s mom) when we were younger. She would come to our house and walk us to the bus stop, where we would wait patiently (well not really) for the city bus to pick us up. The bus would head towards Asbury Park, where we would walk and shop with MomMom for most of the day.

When we were younger (oh so long ago) Asbury Park was a thriving and wonderful place to shop (thankfully that, too, is making a comeback!). As little girls, we would have been given a small amount of money to buy for everyone, and the best place to do that was at HL Greens or JJ Newberry’s, two great five and dime places. And, JJ Newberry’s had an awesome food counter where we would end our lunch with an ice cream sundae! It could not have been any better!

As we strolled throughout Asbury, we would be awestruck by all holiday decorations, the lights, the sounds (the bell ringers), and smells of Christmas (yes theses were the days of roasted chestnuts). One of the things I remember fondly was my MomMom’s lectures on giving to those who were unfortunate. She would have us each place one precious coin in the red kettle of the Salvation Army. Parting with the coins was hard as little kids, but we did it, and eventually grew old enough to understand the value of parting with them.

So today, I cannot pass a red kettle without thinking about MomMom or giving when I can to those who need it more. Thank you MomMom for instilling those precious values in each of us.

Remembering Guiness

2008-11-20T15:05:00.004-05:00

My friend Faith had to euthanize her dog this week, and I know exactly how she feels. Making that decision is never easy, and unless you are a pet owner, you cannot begin to even understand how it feels. It's heart breaking.

Guiness had been sick for a while, and even though Faith knew in her heart his days might be numbered, she persevered and continued to care for him as best she could. When the time came to make that decision, although hard, she knew it had to be done.

For those of you who have had to wrestle with making the decision to euthanize a pet, you might have wondered whether you did the right thing. I know after two of these heart wretching decisions, I had to think about it, and wonder myself. In the end, when you can finally catch your breathe, you do realize it was for the best. After talking to faith this week, I felt the pang of hurt all over again. I can see both their faces, Tyler and Brady, and still miss them. Pets are like kids (and I am not saying the loss is comparable), but it has to be very close.

Like me, Faith will meet up with her little guy one day, and I know that he is waiting for her on rainbow bridge...

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

"Mother's Little Helper"

2008-11-19T10:27:00.002-05:00

During the 1960’s, Valium was known as “Mother’s Little Helper”, getting many women through their hectic days...snowing them until they could not recognize one day from the next. Valium was the drug that revolutionized the treatment of anxiety and became a cultural icon. It was the drug in the book Valley of the Dolls, which made it such a great read. The "dolls" within the title is a slang term for downers, or the mood altering drugs. Apparently, the drug is making a comeback; taken with alcohol to help drug addicts get through their hectic days (which I have no idea what that might be considered 'hectic' when one is a drug addict... Where to score the next drug? Which provider is cheaper? How to avoid being caught?)

As a mother, I too need a little helper, but my pills come in the form of something called a Kong. A Kong is pictured so the reader does not get confused, or think I might be confusing a Kong with a bong. I have times when I am trying to get schoolwork done, and I found myself trying to entertain 3 Goldens who think it is time to play. Therefore, I fill each Kong with peanut butter, and viola! I have three happy and very busy dogs working tirelessly to get to the peanut butter, thus helping mother get things done. MY little helper!

Unfortunately, I still feel the effects of sedation as I read through some of the posts on the bulletin board where I go to school...

Cancer Sucks

2008-11-16T15:38:00.001-05:00

Cancer sucks. It really does. It has affected so many of my family and friends. In fact, I am hard pressed to find anyone whose life has not been affected by it.

My dad died of it when he was only 66. A young 66 at that. He was initially diagnosed with chronic lymphocytic leukemia and fought a three-year long battle to defeat it. Unfortunately it won. At the time of his death, he also was diagnosed with TWO other forms of cancer. It seems one kind was not enough.

Several years ago I was sitting in my doctor’s office when she found a mass on my thyroid. After many tests and a surgery to remove the right lobe of my thyroid, the cell was identified and although a rare cell, it was not malignant. The time between the initial finding and the final pathology report was rough. During this time, I thought of my dad on daily basis. If it was to be a malignant cancer, would I be as strong as my dad? Thankfully I was not to be tested. This time.

Then several months later, a lump was found on my husband’s thyroid. He was not it seemed, as lucky. His cancer was malignant, has since had his entire thyroid removed, and will be treated with radioactive iodine in the near future. Thyroid cancer is one the easiest cancers to treat so his prognosis, if you will, is good. Despite the good news, the whole ordeal did take its emotional toll on all of his. Cancer robs us physically and emotionally. It sucks.

Both my husband and I are proactive with our health. Thankfully. So we don’t sit waiting for nasty cells to invade us. We wait, watching for them. I only wish everyone would be as vigilant with their bodies.

Happy Birthday Kelly!

2008-11-14T05:58:00.003-05:00

Happy Birthday to Kelly! She turns 21 today and I am sending her all the best in having a wonderful day!

Love ya Kelly!! (Daniel's 1.5) =)

Rhode Island!

2008-11-12T18:21:00.001-05:00

I recently went to Rhode Island with my sister Sue to visit Daniel and Kelly. We had a great time visiting with the kids, and getting out and doing some exploring. Kelly was sweet enough to make sure we had fun, and she took us down to Newport. It is a quaint and historic little town on the water. The shopping was great and the grilled cheese sandwich even better.

We took in other food places and all had a ball. Kelly and Daniel seem very happy together, and that makes me happy. We also celebrated her birthday, which is this Friday. Daniel is a character, so spending time with him usually brings on a bunch of laughs, and this time was no exception. Sue was able to go to a BIG Christmas Shop, which might have been the highlight of her trip. I bought the kids a butcher-block table/storage thingie, and watching Daniel put it together was like watching Bob Vila in action! =)

I cannot wait to go again!

Thank You Dr. Clarence Manziano!

2008-11-12T09:13:00.001-05:00

I read the obits every day. I know I am not alone in doing this daily ritual. Many people read them for the obvious reasons. I started reading them because my mom moved from one area of NJ to another and no longer got the local paper, so I made sure that if anyone died she might know, I could let her know. Now it is simply a part of my reading the morning paper routine.

The thing is I learn new things occasionally by reading them. For example, in today’s paper a well-known veterinarian, Dr. Clarence Manziano, passed away, who lived in the town where I grew up. I have no recollection of this man, but what is interesting is the fact that he did a great deal for Vet medicine. Returning to the United States, he testified before the New Jersey Legislature and was responsible for passage of the "Manziano Act”, which made it possible for veterinarians of Italian and Jewish descent to sit for the veterinary exam in New Jersey.
Before passage, only veterinarians educated in New Jersey could sit for the exam, and since no Italian or Jewish applicants were accepted during the 1940s, minorities were effectively precluded from practicing veterinary medicine in the state.

Among his many accomplishments, he worked as senior veterinarian for the Mexican American Foot and Mouth Commission to eliminate the deadly cattle disease, and was the U.S. delegate for the United Nations Commission on Foot and Mouth Disease.

Dr. Manziano worked as a field veterinarian for the U.S. Department of Agriculture in Delaware and Maryland until 1952, when he took the post of veterinary epidemiologist for the New Jersey State Department of Health. It was during this period that he uncovered the transmission of the disease Psittacosis from an aviary of 5,000 birds to dairy cows and humans.

There is always something to learn somewhere.

Kristallnacht

2008-11-09T05:33:00.000-05:00

“What I saw was hordes of people standing in front of a beautiful synagogue, and throwing stones through these magnificent, uh, colored windows. And, uh, as we arrived, of course we ran past the, the, the place itself, the noise, the shouting, the screaming. I suppose there was an, an aura of, of eeriness about it, because we still didn't know what was happening, but I suppose just the mere fact that so many people were there and were screaming and shouting and, and throwing stones into the, uh, stained glass windows was enough to make us run. We arrived in school and were immediately told that our parents would pick us up, we should remain calm but there would be no school that day. And indeed a few, uh, minutes later, or half an hour later, whatever the case may be, my mother did arrive and took me to my grandmother's home where my father already was. And here then unfolded slowly but surely the, uh, grim story of what happened during the night, that the synagogues all through Germany had been set on fire, destroyed. The, uh, Sifrei Torah [Torah scrolls] were burned in most cases. It is known that in Hamburg people sacrificed themselves to run into the synagogue to save some of the Sifrei Torah, hide them, and I believe were successful in doing so. Um, that the, uh, Jewish stores in the center of Hamburg, in the downtown area of Hamburg, had been demolished, windows had been, uh, broken, uh, the merchandise had been thrown into the streets, covered with water and with ink and--I mean it was a, a total chaos, a total destruction”.

This is a personal story from Johanna Gerechter Neumann, born in Hamburg, Germany in 1930.

Let us not forget her story, and the story of others who lived those two horrifying days....

A New Day..A New Country

2008-11-05T07:21:00.004-05:00

I woke up today, like all of you, to a new president, Barack Obama. Despite my political views, I cannot help but pause to think that we have elected a president who’s middle name unnerves many of us, who is the son of an interracial couple, and who was raised by a couple who did not live within the America’s power and wealth. He is more like the average American, despite what you might think. (Let’s just put aside all the bad things that have been said about him, for a minute)

I cannot help but put myself in the shoes of all Black Americans today. The barrier has been broken. Imagine what might be going on in the mind of a young black boy who now knows he too could be a president someday. Imagine those who never thought Blacks could move forward, and let us face it, that mindset still, sadly, exists in this country.

I cannot help but think of Dr.Martin Luther King. His famous speech now echoes throughout this country.

I am not a Barack fan, although I am a Democrat. At this point, I just want a man who will redirect this country. I want a president that does not try to solve every problem but will do those things beyond the power of individual citizens to get things done. I want a president that will help to regulate the economy fairly. I want a president that will help keep the air clean and our food supplies safe. I want a president that helps to ensure that the sick will have access to health care. I want a president that will help to look past the walls of America to help ensure that children around the globe are educated and kept as healthy as possible.

The choice has been made. Now we have to stand behind this man and together as a nation reach goals that will benefit us all. This country cannot be redirected by one person; collectively, as a nation, we all have to reach for the goals together.

Vote, vote, vote...

2008-11-04T06:18:00.003-05:00

Get out and vote...its your civic duty, it's your right and responsibilty as an American citizen!!

Our Very "me, me, me" Society

2008-11-02T23:32:00.002-05:00

I have the belief that we live in a very “me” oriented society, in which many just think about themselves and not too many others, if any others. That said, as a labor and delivery nurse, I have noted that there are a great many women these days who are not happy being pregnant (even those who have planned the pregnancy), and that “glow of pregnancy” is viewed more as a scowl. As many of my readers know, I normally do not share work related topics, but I have to tonight.

I had a patient come into labor and delivery tonight who was 34 weeks pregnant contracting and when I assessed that she was indeed contracting, I told her my plan was to start an IV to hydrate her, and hope that it might stop the contractions. Her immediate reply, “I do not want another 8 pound baby, so if it is labor, then I do not want it to stop”. I immediately explained that at 34 weeks she was still considered premature and that the baby might have respiratory difficulties. I have plenty of friends who had premature babies and they did fine”.

When I run across people like this who have little regard for the baby they are carrying, I want to grab them and shake sense into them. BUT of course, that might not go over big with the patients or the hospital bigwigs. Why are people so selfish? What makes them have little regard for another little human being? Why can’t women accept the fact that pregnancy is not something to be rushed through? I seriously do not get it.

I can understand being frustrated. I can understand the desire to end the pregnancy when you feel huge and swollen and miserable, but when you are 34 weeks, and your little one is depending on your for a few more weeks, and you have that opportunity, and you throw in the towel...I simply do not understand that selfishness. Pregnancy does not come with a fast service option.

Thank you for reading.

Happy Birthday Daniel Boone

2008-11-02T05:39:00.000-05:00

Yes, it is Daniel's birthday, and I thought I would take a minute and share this fact with you. I fondly remember watching that show with my siblings. I also remember my brothers running around with sticks, shooting us with raccoon hats on their heads. Silly little boys, but cute.

I also remember my brothers carrying around stinky a rabbit's foot in their pockets for good luck. What is it about boys and yucky things. Oh sure little girls can be yucky too, but not like little boys (my mother might disagree). My Daniel was always messy, and I fondly remember his infatuation with large bugs! He loved to carry them in the house and show me, usually dropping them along the way. He has never really outgrown his messy streak, although he has gotten better (right Kelly???) Please tell me he has.

Caitlin on the other hand was my neat child, but she tended to get messier as she aged. And there's always the stories about her trips home from playing with the heifers. OY, what a smell! But she loved being with them, so her smell was a happy smell.

So as long as they are happy, who cares about messy, and sticky, and gross.

Happy Birthday Daniel Boone!

November Obligations

2008-11-01T05:23:00.000-05:00

According to Martha Stewart, who I rarely reference because she and I are no longer friends (long story), November is the month to do the following:

Vote. I’ll add it is your duty as an American, so do it!

Set the clocks back. Love that extra hour of sleep!

Turn down the heat. (I would have to turn on first, but ask anyone I know, and my house is NEVER over heated).

Make sure the house is draft free. It is, thank you, although if I didn’t have to let Madison in and out so many times...

Inspect you trees for those branches that with heavy snow might come crashing down. Well Martha, here’s the thing. I have been after Jim for about three years now to do that, and WE still have branches looming overhead, ready to wreck havoc...so I will defer him to you. Oh wait, he hates you. That will not work.

Clean gutters! DONE!!

Preserve pots. You mean I should not leave the dead plants in the pots sitting out all winter until spring?? That takes away the challenge of trying to remove dead old plants from pots come spring.

Check baking supplies for freshness. You are talking to the baker here...

Okay Martha, check and double check. Now I can move into November with a sense of accomplishment already!

Holiday Shopping

2008-10-31T05:00:00.001-05:00

Yesterday while at the mall, while waiting for my eyeglasses to be made, and with an hour to kill, I found myself starting to Christmas Shop. It wasn't hard to do since the center of the mall is now decorated and ready for Santa. (Which is also weird, because the kids would be trick or treating there that same night). Talk about rushing things along...how does that work?

Child: Mom is Santa coming soon?

Mom: Not tonight.

Child: But where is he?

Mom: Sleeping.

Child: But why is his chair there?

Mom: He will be here soon.

Child: When"

Mom: Soon (thinking he is probably due in next week)

Child: Can we come back and see him tomorrow?

Mom: Let's just get some candy and go home.

Poor kids. They can hardly digest their Snicker Bars and popcorn balls before it is time to open their gifts from Santa. Oh, and while they are digesting the candy, we have to shove Turkey in there too.

I don't remember the holidays feeling so rushed as a kid. Which is good, because I might have gotten bored with Santa hanging around so long. Now a days, kids can hardly take a breath before the next holiday is upon them. Life is short. Why can't we just space things out a bit and not rush things. We are racing a society of kids who WANT and WANT it faster and faster.

Jack-O-Lanterns

2008-10-30T07:57:00.002-05:00

It seems carving pumpkins is just not the same when you do not have little ones, or even the bigger version of children to help you. However, I still tackle the chore each year, so that I have Jack-O-Lanterns on my front porch for the trick-or-treaters who visit for Halloween, and a handful of roasted seeds to nibble on as well.

So this am, after two cups of coffee, I pulled out my sharpest knives (Thanks Daniel) and got to work. The first pumpkin was moldy inside, which was disappointing since I love to pull out the seeds and roast them. But I dug in, and scooped, and carved the typical face. Each pumpkin was given triangle eyes, a triangle nose, and a toothy grin. Cute, but nothing elaborate. Pumpkins two and three were carved out, and the faces, again, simple, but done using a similar face although io reversed the triangles. The seeds were scooped and put aside for roasting.

After the cleanup, I mixed the seeds with steak sauce (Yes, Lea and Perrins Traditional Steak sauce), threw on some salt, and in the oven they went for a slow baking. I am sitting here with the smell of the roasting seeds wafting through the air and my mouth is watering. I know, they are only seeds, but still...

The chore is done. My porch now ready for Halloween. The candy bowls are out and full. Now I can begin to think about Christmas...Oh wait, I have already started doing that!

Christmas in New York City

2008-10-29T06:48:00.005-05:00

One of the things I love about the holidays is heading into New York City. The lights, the people, the crowds, the shopping...the Rockettes!

From the time I was little, I have always loved watching the Rockettes. There might even be a tiny piece of me that secretly wished she could be one, or at best, kick my legs as high as they can kick. So when time and money permits, I have gone into the city and gone to Radio City Music hall to see the Christmas show, which features the girls. Even Caitlin has also taken me for my birthday and there has been no better gift.

The tree at Rockefeller Center is also a stop we have to make. It is always so pretty and you cannot help but marvel at its size. Watching the skaters is also fun, and one year we took the kids, as I believe everyone should glide across that ice at least one in their lifetime. Personally, I have not; my ankles will not allow me to strap on those torture devices.

There is always so much to see in the city, especially during the holidays. The store windows are wonderful. Even the smell of roasted chestnuts pulls me in each year. (The taste even better!) Sidewalk vendors abound, and the shopping is more fun when you have to push your way through the crowds. I love it!

This year I will head into the city and this time Cait and I are taking my niece and nephew into see the Rockettes as they have never seen them in person. I cannot wait to see their faces! I love the holidays!

Holiday Memory of a Roasted Goose in Germany

2008-10-28T07:45:00.004-05:00

It is this time of year; I tend to feel more nostalgic about living in Germany. Jim and I had such a great experience living there and I miss it terribly at times, especially with the holidays approaching.

We were members of the German-American Club, which brought together our two cultures once a month for an evening of dinner and conversation. We would all eat out together, a different restaurant each month, and then each couple would host dessert back at their house. We met new friends, and learned everything we could about the German way of life.

One of the things we did one December was to attend a gathering at one of the local castles to have our holiday dinner. The main course was a roasted goose with all the trimmings. I can still smell and taste that dinner. The whole evening was so memorable; new friends, good food, in gorgeous holiday decorated surroundings. Why are some memories so vivid? I am thankful they are for me.

Over the course of the next couple of months, I intend on sharing some of my memorable holiday experiences with you all; and for some, it will be your memory as well. I love the holidays, and all the memories that are made with each, and every one.

Thoughts of Pumpkins, Goblins, and Ghosts

2008-10-27T14:49:00.006-05:00

We were talking at work the other day about our childhood adventures while Trick or Treating. Those of us who are older, remember fondly heading out, without parents in tow, to have the most incredible experience possible. The first stop was the police department in town (when were real little) to get our bags, with one apple in it. then it we were off and running (literally).

There was a method to just how we would tackle getting the most candy. We strategically mapped out our route (ahead of time) making sure that each house, on each street in our small town was visited. The town I grew up in was a mere 6 blocks by 6 blocks, but when you have to ensure each house is gotten to, by a certain time, it was a bit daunting. But we always managed to pull it off. And successfully!

There were those towns people who insisted on serving us apple cider and donuts, so that cut into our time a bit, but how could we say no? And we also had those people in town who had us choose between candy or a handful of loose change. Those decisions alone cost us minutes. And because everyone knew our parents (daddy was cop in town), they insisted we chat a bit with them. Precious minutes ticking by...

Then back home it was time to sort out the candy. Of course, we lived in times when you didn't have to worry about idiots poisoning the popcorn balls or putting razor blades in the apples, so we were somewhat safe, but I do remember my parents taking a quick account of what might be in each bag. Sorting the candy merely meant pulling it out and taking inventory of what we got. My parents had their favorites so there was some wheeling and dealing with each of us to share with them, and we did. And if I got something I didn't like (which at this point in time is hard to imagine, but there was), I was left to trade with a sibling for something I had to have! trading worked, usually.

I cannot remember ever having a bad Halloween as a kid in a small town. Even our mischief nights were allowed, and encouraged, and done without malicious intent to hurt or harm anyone or their property. The good old days...

Happy Birthday to my Baby!

2008-10-24T13:49:00.002-05:00

Daniel turns 24 today and I hope he is having a wonderful day (I am sure Kelly will make it special!). I miss having the kids here for their birthdays, but rest assured I never forget.

Love ya Dan!

Sweet Sixteen...and other Happy Birthdays!

2008-10-22T08:49:00.004-05:00

My niece Jillian turns 16 today and she is very sweet. Being sweet is not her only wonderful quality, but then what would her Aunt say bad about her? Nothing.

There's something about turning sweet sixteen...it's like the start of something special. I remember my own sweet sixteen birthday fondly as my dad bought me this pretty corsage made up of tiny pink roses and sugar cubes. I loved it. It was simple, pretty, and something i will never forget. I hope that Jillian remembers this special birthday as fondly as I remember mine. She also gets her driver's permit...now that's big!

My niece Christine and my nephew Michael also celebrate October birthdays and my wish for them is to have a special day as well.

Daniel has an October birthday, but he will get his own blog.

Look Mom...NO Holes! (For now)

2008-10-21T14:53:00.006-05:00

In a few short weeks, THE BEAST will return to New Jersey. We have missed his sweet face. Okay, I have missed his sweet face (Jim is rolling his eyes). The one thing we have not missed, and I am being honest here, is the HOLES he digs at a speed that is comparable to the speed of an SST roaring through the air, and his knack for re-designing the bushes in the backyard. Also done at a rapid, yet enjoyable pace.

Jim and I have enjoyed the last couple of months as we sat on the deck over looking our pristine lawn in the backyard. We marveled at the growth the bushes have taken; their branches soaring upwards towards the sun. We wonder now HOW long it will take before THE BEAST is back to his old tricks. OR will he?

Perhaps the HOT and humid weather he has been subject to in Grenada has charred that part of his brain. Perhaps he will not be interested in digging. He didn't in Grenada, although it was too hot to stand, let alone dig. Maybe he will have outgrown this puppy behavior? He has aged in the last couple of months. Maybe digging will seem childish to him. Maybe bush redesign won't seem like fun anymore. Who knows?

I just know that between now and then I am enjoying every square inch of our backyard. Who knows what evil lurks in the mind...and do not let the picture fool you...he's only thinking...

New Look...Same Old Words of Wisdom

2008-10-21T13:00:00.004-05:00

While the site has been updated with a new design, be warned that the written words remain the same. "Can't change an old dog, but you can buy it a new collar", and you may quote me.

I felt after a couple of years it was time to redo the place, so I looked around the Internet, found a place that really does all the leg work, and after pushing a few buttons of the keyboard, TADA...we have a fresh look for my blog. I like the change personally. But then I am a person who likes a fresh change every now and then.

I haven't any real words of wisdom today. I am a happy camper because I just completed my first paper in the nursing class I am taking. The class is a necessary evil (Educational Theories in Learning), BUT dry, so writing this paper took every drop of energy I could muster up to write it. But is is done, and now I can focus on paper two, which is no more exciting than paper one.

Okay, I think I have something for you...

Wisdom is the sharing of wise experiences and knowledge, but a lot of it is common sense. The difference is how we apply this common sense - we all have the ability to keep going even when we face challenges in our lives - basically it comes down to your attitude. We can have a positive attitude towards life, or a negative attitude. We can focus on the good or we can focus on the bad. Keeping a positive mental attitude is one of the keys to success. The choice is always up to you!

And from Pooh Bear...on procrastination...

"If you are always saying, ‘We’ll see,’ nothing ever happens"

Thoughts of Turkey, Stuffing, and the Works!

2008-10-19T06:51:00.006-05:00

Last year I made our holiday turkey using this recipe and after rave reviews, I am going to do it again this year. While I have used Martha's Turkey 101 recipe and loved it, this recipe has pushed right past hers, and now remains my favorite.
The recipe is lengthy so I have added the link right to the source; Saveur Magazine (one of my favorites). The recipe is titled, Crisp Apple-Scented Roast Turkey with Cider–Calvados Gravy and mere words can not describe how yummy this bird was, even for me! I will tell you that as I type out this blog, my mouth is watering just thinking about this coming Thanksgiving.
The dessert is always the typical pies, although my sister Sue gets them from Delicious Orchards, so they are not so typical, rather delicious. BUT a few years ago, Caitlin and my niece Jillian found a recipe for Pumpkin Pistachio Cannolis which are awesome! So this recipe I will share as well.

Pumpkin Pistachio Cannolis
Ingredients

1/2 of an 8-oz. carton mascarpone cheese
3/4 cup powdered sugar
3/4 cup canned pumpkin
1/2 cup ricotta cheese
1 tsp. pumpkin pie spice
1/2 cup chopped roasted pistachio nuts or toasted pecans
1/2 cup whipping cream
12 purchased cannoli shells*
Powdered sugar or granulated sugar

In a large bowl stir together mascarpone cheese, powdered sugar, pumpkin, ricotta, and pumpkin pie spice until smooth. Stir in 1/4 cup of the nuts. Set aside.
In a chilled mixing bowl beat cream with an electric mixer until stiff peaks form. Fold into pumpkin mixture. If desired, cover and chill up to 4 hours. To serve, spoon pumpkin mixture into a self-sealing plastic bag. Snip a 3/4" hole in one corner. Pipe filling into cannoli shells so pumpkin filling extends from ends. Sprinkle cannoli ends with remaining nuts. Arrange on a serving platter. Sprinkle with sugar.
If purchased cannoli shells are not available brush one side of 16 four inch flour tortillas (trim larger tortillas if necessary) with cooking oil. Roll, forming a tube shape, secure with a wooden toothpick. Gently place a rolled piece of foil in the center for support. Place on baking sheet, brush outside with oil and bake in a 375 degree oven about 15 minutes or until golden brown. Place on wire rack to cool. Remove foil and toothpicks. Fill with pumpkin mixture. Makes 16 shells (allows for breakage).

Enjoy!

Distractions

2008-10-17T15:21:00.002-05:00

<~~~~ This is what happens when I am sitting at my laptop researching for school. I get distracted in Google and find myself in areas I should not be in (Not those sites). Actually this site was sent to me by Caitlin who does not distract easily, but does enjoy downtime on the Internet.

This site is YEAR BOOK YOURSELF found HERE and all you need is a head shot of yourself or a loved one. It's fun. It's distracting. It's me. Scary huh? But fun.

I wish someone would write my papers for me.

Packing up for Winter

2008-10-17T09:25:00.004-05:00

You know through my posts that one of my favorite hangouts is my back deck. It has provided me with hours of quiet and calm in a pretty setting where I can enjoy the sounds and sights of nature, without going to far from home. Even despite its reputation for not being pretty in color.

Now that cooler weather has set in, my time out there has diminished and I have begun to pack away chairs, umbrellas (I do not hide from the warmth of the sun this time of year), and tables. There will be one table, and a set of chairs left behind to sit out and enjoy those scattered dog days of summer that somehow find us this time of year. I grab every opportunity to sit out there.

The planters have begun to disappear from the back that held summer flowers, and have been replaced by pots of mums, adding a wee bit of color to the back yard and deck and patio area. My hummingbird feeders have been emptied and washed and put away until spring. The bird houses remain for the occasional bird who might wish to hide from the winter drafts.

There's a certain sadness that comes with fall, and I feel it when I am out on my almost empty deck. But I will enjoy what time I have left out here, despite the drop in temps and the shorter days, and will continue to enjoy each moment of peace and solitude I found there. Even in the dead of winter, my deck and yard offer me a place to step out onto to enjoy the wonders of mother nature. And that is always good.

The Great Depression

2008-10-16T03:00:00.001-05:00

It seems many of us can’t turn on our TV’s or radios these days without feeling a sense of loss or an overwhelming pang of doom when we listen to the stock market reports. Of course, the words recession and depression mean different things, but to many people one is just as bad as the other can be.

Having the literary mind I have, I tend to think first about my stocks, and then realizing I have very little power to change the situation, I begin to think about John Steinbeck and his novels written during the Great Depression. Grapes of Wrath set during the Great Depression, the novel focuses on a poor family of sharecroppers driven from their home by drought, economic hardship, and changes in the agriculture industry. In a nearly hopeless situation, they set out for California's Central Valley along with thousands of other "Okies” in search of land, jobs, and dignity.

Of Mice and Men it tells the tragic story of George Milton and Lennie Small, two displaced migrant ranch workers in Great Depression-era California. I fondly remember this book when I was a high school freshman. My English teacher Mr. Esberg did a great acting out the parts of both Lennie and George. He not only encouraged us to read more, but to enjoy what we read and to find the value in a great novel.

I’m not sure why I am sharing these thoughts except to say if hearing about the horrors of Wall Street are getting you down, you might pick up a Steinbeck novel, read it, and things might look better. Life may not be so bad afterall...

"Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly..."

2008-10-15T06:48:00.003-05:00

One of my weaknesses is the ability to wait until the appropriate time to listen to Christmas music. Or is there an appropriate time? Some say December 1st, some say the day after Thanksgiving, while others say, whenever you want to listen to it, go for it! Of course, there are the scrooges out there who say one day of that crap is enough! Bah Humbug.

So with that said, I confess I am one who begins to listen 1 October. Oh sure, I know the pumpkins are not even out, let alone out and put away, but I love Christmas music and I am not ashamed to share this with you. (my kids are eye rolling as they read this, and would like to be in the catergory of those who feel the day after Thanksgiving is quite soon enough). But they know me, and they know how much I love it, so they quietly roll their eyes and let me listen. (Thank God for iPods...theirs and mine).

There's something about it that provides me with a sense of peace. I grew up with a grandmother who loved it, so it has to be a genetic thing. I can remember being at her house singing along with her, and Mitch Miller and Bing Crosby. She had a love of music and her album collection of Christmas music was enough to provide me with a diverse collection of tunes. So when I listen to the holiday music I am taken back to that living room, and a time well spent with MomMom, whose love added to the holidays for all of us. I miss her.

Christmas has always been special to me, as it is to most, but when I listen to the music, I am taken back to times, especially during childhood, where all I had to do was be a kid. Maybe that's it. Maybe it allows me the opportunity to find a place without responsibilities, worries, and stress. Whatever the reason, my iPod is full of the holiday tunes I love and it is now in full swing giving me a sense of peace in these troubling times we all live in these days. It might be better than any anxiety med out there. Whatever. I'm decking the halls in my head, and I like it.

Madison Turns 3!

2008-10-15T06:39:00.003-05:00

It would be in bad taste if I did not mention the fact that our Maddie turned three recently. The second youngest of four Goldens, she is the sweetest dog, who never tires in trying to please us.

She has been working in the local library as a service dog in which she listens to children read to her. They love her, and she seems to love them. Although she is not fond of chapter books, and prefers picture books, she never complains.

Happy Birthday Madison!

For Love...

2008-10-13T18:43:00.001-05:00

This week, at the hospital where I work, a man entered his wife's room, pulled out a gun, and killed her. It was sad. It was a mercy killing. It was done out of love. It was their pact.

Married for 65 years, he could not watch her suffer after a recent fall, and subsequent stroke. She would not get better. It was described as the ultimate sacrifice by their son. "He was her Romeo, She his Juliet", the son added. He then shot himself, only to die hours later. Thankfully. I would not want to see a man who had to come to that decision go to jail for the ultimate sacrifice.

I have never had that serious dialogue with Jim. I am not sure I am ever remotely ready. God willing.

Brahm's Lullaby

2008-10-04T12:40:00.003-05:00

We now have, installed in our nursing unit, a button on the wall at the nurse's station, that when pushed plays Brahm's Lullaby throughout our hospital. Each new dad or mom, or elected family member will now push that button each time a new baby enters the world. Of course, it comes at a time when finances are said to be low, and nurses are being sent home day after day to conserve dollars.

Here's my thoughts. One, salary dollars are not the same as the dollars used to purchase these types of items. I know this because I worked in hospital management. Two, one of the upper management people thought it a good marketing tool and a nice way to welcome new babies who come into the world at our facility, and I agree. Families are going to love it, as will others who are spending time at our hospital (patients and visitors). Oh sure there will be those who will be easily annoyed, but then if the sun doesn't rise or set in a good way, there are those who get easily pissed off. and finally, what better way to remind us all during what might be a crappy day that there are good things in life like a baby coming into the world!

If it could lift anyone's spirits, or comfort their soul, in that way it's very powerful medicine. And we are a hospital that is into healing both body and soul, so why not have something that will foster this. And how about the oncology nurse who has to deal with dying all day. How nice it will be for her to be reminded that there is more to life than just death. Or the patient who has sadness in their life. It might make them feel a little better knowing a new bundle of joy has entered the world.

I see only good in this button and hope eventually my peers will too. Right now they see dollars spent foolishly, and hear an obnoxious tune. I believe if they truly stop and listen closely, they might see and hear something that just might make a difference in someones day.

Lullaby and good night, with roses bedight
With lilies o'er spread is baby's wee bed
Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed
Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed
Lullaby and good night, thy mother's delight
Bright angels beside my darling abide
They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast
They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast

The Colors of Fall?

2008-10-03T08:18:00.002-05:00

It's October 3rd, and I have bought the pumpkins, and will buy my mums this weekend to decorate my front porch for Fall / Halloween. The Fall flags are out and closer to Halloween I will put out my Halloween flags. BUT I still have gorgeous impatiens in the front of the house, so how Fallish will the house look?

Hence my dilemma. I do not want to yank out the flowers as they come back every year, and have migrated from a few plants three years ago, to an amazing amount, that almost extends over the entire front garden. BUT I feel that with them there, the pumpkins and mums will not take center stage. And with the weather we have had, and are still having, they are no where close to dying out.

So I will drag out the pumpkins, place a few mums and then add a few Halloween decorations and hope people see them and not the pretty flowers. I know it sounds silly, but I love the colors of Fall and want them to stand out. Even with bigger issues in our world, sometimes it's ok to stray towards the smaller problems. At least they are easier to deal with in my own warped way. So for now I will blend the seasons and hope that by December when it is time to hang the wreath on the front door, that the mums will have faded and I can enjoy the green pines, red ribbons, and sparkling ornaments that will adorn my front door. Life can be so complicated sometimes!