Yesterday morning, we had our dog of 12 1/2 years put to sleep. We dreaded it, but it had to be done. He was old, had arthritis, couldn't get up and down the stairs ,had no appetite and looked at you like "it's time to go"
I remember Patti bringing him home at 6 weeks of age. No, we said ,no dog. But the little face and the star on his forehead (he was named Star for that reason) made us fall in love with him. He was funny, running circles around our cat made for some good laughs . As he grew, he loved everyone, that came to the back door that is. That's where friends and family came in. Strangers came to the front door and he meant business, no one was getting past him.
He chased the neighbor's cat , took the post off the back porch, chased our cat, loved car rides and loved people food.
Today, the cat is still wandering the house looking for him. He can't get comfortable, knowing that his friend of 12 years is not here. He misses him like I do. Rest in peace Star, my old man.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Thanks and giving
Well, another Thanksgiving is over for another year. The turkey is put away, even though I know it will be out in another hour or two for sandwiches (must have Hellman's mayo) and I know I will end up having a piece of pumpkin pie for the night is over.
This year has had it's ups and downs, the usual trails and tribulations of everyday family life, illnesses and joy. My son recently was sent with his National Guard unit to NYC to help out with the devastation of hurricane Sandy. He was gone for almost 3 weeks and I worried about him. Everybody I talked to said not to worry ,he was helping people that were lost without homes, power and everyday life. So true ,since I am used to the essentials we all use. I am grateful for that and proud of what he did.
My mother-in-law had hip surgery this summer and was in rehab for 3 months ! She was to be home within a month after surgery. But she is home now, so I am glad she is better.
My daughter met a nice man and she is happier than I have ever seen her, love watching the two of them together.
We witnessed two close friends get married this fall and it was a beautiful ceremony. And in this state we live in, they were legal to marry being the same sex. History in the making!
Today also marks the 30th year of meeting my hubby! 30 yrs these days is a feat,especially when some couples split after a year.
So, I am grateful for all the things that have happened this year and thank all my family and friends for being there to make it all happen.
Happy Thanksgiving all!
This year has had it's ups and downs, the usual trails and tribulations of everyday family life, illnesses and joy. My son recently was sent with his National Guard unit to NYC to help out with the devastation of hurricane Sandy. He was gone for almost 3 weeks and I worried about him. Everybody I talked to said not to worry ,he was helping people that were lost without homes, power and everyday life. So true ,since I am used to the essentials we all use. I am grateful for that and proud of what he did.
My mother-in-law had hip surgery this summer and was in rehab for 3 months ! She was to be home within a month after surgery. But she is home now, so I am glad she is better.
My daughter met a nice man and she is happier than I have ever seen her, love watching the two of them together.
We witnessed two close friends get married this fall and it was a beautiful ceremony. And in this state we live in, they were legal to marry being the same sex. History in the making!
Today also marks the 30th year of meeting my hubby! 30 yrs these days is a feat,especially when some couples split after a year.
So, I am grateful for all the things that have happened this year and thank all my family and friends for being there to make it all happen.
Happy Thanksgiving all!
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Nice day for a white wedding
Sunday, Sept 30th, we attended a wedding. Not your everyday wedding, but one that is new to my generation. NY state passed a same sex marriage bill a year ago and 2 dear friends of ours exchanged vows. My daughter was the wedding planner and she was the Bridezilla's wedding planner from hell for 3 weeks! I did my share to help, found her a good photog ( thanks Sue!) and helped with a bachelorette party for the "broom" . In 3 weeks, she pulled it all together, even though there were days I could have disowned her!
The day of the wedding was a rainy day. But, old wive's tales say a rainy wedding day means a long marriage. It poured cats and dogs on our wedding day and we are going on our 30th anniversary. Must be true.
This wedding was outside in a local park with a gazebo. There was a big mistake regarding the limo, but things were worked out and they got to ride in elegance.
As we all gathered for the nuptials, the sun decided to break through the clouds just in time for the "I do's" !!! Awesome timing Mother Nature.
The reception was very nice, my daughter and the wedding party decorated the hall the night before and the food, delicious. Family and friends joined the happy couple , laughed, drank and danced the afternoon and early evening away. My daughter was Maid of Honor, my son, Best Man. I was so pleased and tearful of the speechs they gave. Made me a proud mom. And the pics of everybody were just beautiful. As a matter of fact, I made a print of my two babies and framed it . Simply gorgeous.
We had a great time and no matter who gets married, the time has to come to acknowledge the love between any two people. That is in my eyes anyway. John Lennon always chanted "Give peace and love a chance". He was right way before his time.
The day of the wedding was a rainy day. But, old wive's tales say a rainy wedding day means a long marriage. It poured cats and dogs on our wedding day and we are going on our 30th anniversary. Must be true.
This wedding was outside in a local park with a gazebo. There was a big mistake regarding the limo, but things were worked out and they got to ride in elegance.
As we all gathered for the nuptials, the sun decided to break through the clouds just in time for the "I do's" !!! Awesome timing Mother Nature.
The reception was very nice, my daughter and the wedding party decorated the hall the night before and the food, delicious. Family and friends joined the happy couple , laughed, drank and danced the afternoon and early evening away. My daughter was Maid of Honor, my son, Best Man. I was so pleased and tearful of the speechs they gave. Made me a proud mom. And the pics of everybody were just beautiful. As a matter of fact, I made a print of my two babies and framed it . Simply gorgeous.
We had a great time and no matter who gets married, the time has to come to acknowledge the love between any two people. That is in my eyes anyway. John Lennon always chanted "Give peace and love a chance". He was right way before his time.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Empty Nest Syndrome
Ok, so now I am into another phase of my life. It is called the Empty Nest Syndrome. Yes, the baby of this family finally packed his things and left. Only thing is, it took him 4 days to do it, a little at a time. To his convenience of course. But he is not completely gone. In the midst of a almost redecorated room, sits a pile of his "stuff", he still needs to come and pack up, more than likely in garbage bags.
His method of packing was quite amusing. Starting last Saturday morning, he took two items to his new digs that he shares with 2 other friends. He had a wedding to attend to on Saturday and a Labor Day party to go to on Sunday. Sunday night at 9:00, he came and took the bed. Just the bed.
Labor Day, he was busy, but his sister and I decided to go check out the house and brought between us, about $70 worth of groceries and odds and ends. Nice old house that needs work and had to be beautiful back in it's day. Big house with 4 bedrooms.
He shows up Monday night and takes some clothes. Some, not all ( I am still waiting for the first laundry run here), and says he will be back Tuesday . He and a friend show up in the afternoon and bag after bag of whatever goes out to the car. He will be back. And he does after supper. He and his father load up the truck and his car and away they go!!
Will he be back? Why, of course, he was here Wednesday, Thursday,and Friday. First thing, look in the fridge, check his mail and away he goes.
Empty nest?? Well kinda, but not completely. In the meantime, his former bedroom is getting a new look. Maybe when that last pile is gone, it will be a spare bedroom and a play room for Megan.
He is still there in spirit and with the small things he didn't take like his teddy bear named Bo that now sits on the top shelf of the closet.
Someday, there will be grandchildren sleeping in that room. But, hey, that's the next phase of my life!
His method of packing was quite amusing. Starting last Saturday morning, he took two items to his new digs that he shares with 2 other friends. He had a wedding to attend to on Saturday and a Labor Day party to go to on Sunday. Sunday night at 9:00, he came and took the bed. Just the bed.
Labor Day, he was busy, but his sister and I decided to go check out the house and brought between us, about $70 worth of groceries and odds and ends. Nice old house that needs work and had to be beautiful back in it's day. Big house with 4 bedrooms.
He shows up Monday night and takes some clothes. Some, not all ( I am still waiting for the first laundry run here), and says he will be back Tuesday . He and a friend show up in the afternoon and bag after bag of whatever goes out to the car. He will be back. And he does after supper. He and his father load up the truck and his car and away they go!!
Will he be back? Why, of course, he was here Wednesday, Thursday,and Friday. First thing, look in the fridge, check his mail and away he goes.
Empty nest?? Well kinda, but not completely. In the meantime, his former bedroom is getting a new look. Maybe when that last pile is gone, it will be a spare bedroom and a play room for Megan.
He is still there in spirit and with the small things he didn't take like his teddy bear named Bo that now sits on the top shelf of the closet.
Someday, there will be grandchildren sleeping in that room. But, hey, that's the next phase of my life!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
A Country Girl
I love being a country girl. My parents moved to a small farm when I was 4. Not a working farm, but my dad had cows, chickens, pigs, horses, you name it, he had it. I was a tomboy and loved riding with my dad in his Chevy trucks to various farms as he wheeled and dealed with the farmers buying and selling cattle. Most of the time, I was told to stay in the milkhouse of the farms, only to be found playing with the barn cats. Hence the love of cats!
As the years went on and I turned that magic number of 13, of course my loves turned to boys and the Partridge Family, The Osmonds and every other boy band of my generation. I was into Seventeen magazine and the newest fads and make up. But, deep inside, I was still a country girl at heart. My first love of music was country, my Mom was a big Eddy Arnold and Patti Page fan, but my other loves were of the music of the 70's, rock and roll. My dad had wanted me to become a veterinarian because of my love of animals. I was not into the blood and guts and unfortunately did not follow that path.
After high school, I loved working for my dad as a cashier at his auctions. He was also an auctioneer, household and cattle auctions. I met a lot of farmers and cowboys along my way. I also was going to a local college at the time thinking I was going to pursure the dream of communications and TV. I ended up working in retail at the time too and all that I learned went by the wayside. But then, in the fall of 1982, I met a young man, who like myself, grew up on a small farm and he was just a country boy. The kind of man I always wanted to meet and fall in love with and raise a family in the country.
And we did! Even after almost 30 yrs of marriage and 2 children, I am still a country girl at heart! Oh and our daughter, she is also a country girl!
As the years went on and I turned that magic number of 13, of course my loves turned to boys and the Partridge Family, The Osmonds and every other boy band of my generation. I was into Seventeen magazine and the newest fads and make up. But, deep inside, I was still a country girl at heart. My first love of music was country, my Mom was a big Eddy Arnold and Patti Page fan, but my other loves were of the music of the 70's, rock and roll. My dad had wanted me to become a veterinarian because of my love of animals. I was not into the blood and guts and unfortunately did not follow that path.
After high school, I loved working for my dad as a cashier at his auctions. He was also an auctioneer, household and cattle auctions. I met a lot of farmers and cowboys along my way. I also was going to a local college at the time thinking I was going to pursure the dream of communications and TV. I ended up working in retail at the time too and all that I learned went by the wayside. But then, in the fall of 1982, I met a young man, who like myself, grew up on a small farm and he was just a country boy. The kind of man I always wanted to meet and fall in love with and raise a family in the country.
And we did! Even after almost 30 yrs of marriage and 2 children, I am still a country girl at heart! Oh and our daughter, she is also a country girl!
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Lots of laughs
I had the pleasure of spending time with my mother's side of the family this weekend. Actually, they are all I have left on my mom's side. My mom's sister children who have always been more like brother and sisters to me than cousins. I was an only child and spent more time with them growing up. We are also close in age ,except for the youngest , who is 13 yrs behind me.
Yesterday, Chuck and I were invited to the youngest one's home which is an hour away from here. She was celebrating her little boy's 4th birthday party and had her family and her husband's family there too, as well as some of her friends.
She had way too much food, so much that I ate more than I should have. But, what is a birthday party without pigging out on hot dogs and salads. I enjoyed visiting with everyone and most of the women sat in the house catching up on gossip. There was also the baseball rivalry between the Red Sox/ Yankee game. I think the Sox fans (including me) outnumbered the Yankee fans and we were quite pleased when the Sox won the game. We never did hear the end of it from the sore losers though!
We had planned to spend the night as did a few others and we chose to stay in the camper, courtesy of her in-laws.
Best part of the night: sitting by the campfire, listening and watching the kids play, laughing at and to each other telling stories of old and new. Listening to the crickets serenading us, along with the tree frogs. Looking at the stars and looking for constellations. Toasting marshmallows and making smores. Heating up hot dogs and eating the remaining ones.Staying up way past my bedtime. All in all, it was about family and loving them and every minute we have with each other.
Yesterday, Chuck and I were invited to the youngest one's home which is an hour away from here. She was celebrating her little boy's 4th birthday party and had her family and her husband's family there too, as well as some of her friends.
She had way too much food, so much that I ate more than I should have. But, what is a birthday party without pigging out on hot dogs and salads. I enjoyed visiting with everyone and most of the women sat in the house catching up on gossip. There was also the baseball rivalry between the Red Sox/ Yankee game. I think the Sox fans (including me) outnumbered the Yankee fans and we were quite pleased when the Sox won the game. We never did hear the end of it from the sore losers though!
We had planned to spend the night as did a few others and we chose to stay in the camper, courtesy of her in-laws.
Best part of the night: sitting by the campfire, listening and watching the kids play, laughing at and to each other telling stories of old and new. Listening to the crickets serenading us, along with the tree frogs. Looking at the stars and looking for constellations. Toasting marshmallows and making smores. Heating up hot dogs and eating the remaining ones.Staying up way past my bedtime. All in all, it was about family and loving them and every minute we have with each other.
Monday, June 25, 2012
It's Summer!
It's Summer! Oh I love this time of year, the sun up at 5:30 and down at 9:00. The farmers busy on this road in their tractors cutting the first hay ,the tree toads, the fireflies, the daisies and black eyed Susan's popping up all over the countryside. I love the clothes on the line and that "ahhh" smell when I bring them in. My cat sleeping on the porch ,all stretched out ,without a care in the world. My veggie garden popping up a little more each day, til there is some produce to be picked. The lawn chair under the tree with me sitting in it with a good book and a glass of iced tea.
I love to hear the sounds of the children, fresh out of school, playing and running to and fro. Takes me back to when I was 7 or 8 and my best friend Linda (who is still my bff) would drive my dad crazy running in and out of the barn ,into the haymow as he was trying to fill it with hay. Sitting at the edge of the haymow door when he was done, just hanging out and wondering how we were going to spend the day. The possibilities were endless. This was back in the early 60's when your parents did not have to worry about strange people on the street or where you would be every single minute. Linda and I would go back and forth between my house and her's, letting the screen door slam, hearing our mothers, telling us not to let it slam. "Sorry",everytime we did. There were fish to be caught in the creek, tadpoles to be collected in the mudhole at the end of the dirt road, fireflies to catch at dusk.
As we got older, we were allowed to ride our bikes, and we did ,all over. To the village or the back country roads. Stopping to the penny candy stores, loading up on 25 cents. The small local gas station down the road with the Coca -Cola machine. Not like today, but the big chest one, with the opener on the side. We would buy one and chat with the owner for a few minutes before setting back out.
Always something to do on a summer day.
I watched my children enjoy the summer days growing up with our next door neighbor's daughter. Hearing the screen door slam every time and yelling don't slam it just as my mom did. Watching them go fishing in the creek, catching fireflies at dusk, being kids and having fun. I would go back in a heart beat if I could.
I love Summer
I love to hear the sounds of the children, fresh out of school, playing and running to and fro. Takes me back to when I was 7 or 8 and my best friend Linda (who is still my bff) would drive my dad crazy running in and out of the barn ,into the haymow as he was trying to fill it with hay. Sitting at the edge of the haymow door when he was done, just hanging out and wondering how we were going to spend the day. The possibilities were endless. This was back in the early 60's when your parents did not have to worry about strange people on the street or where you would be every single minute. Linda and I would go back and forth between my house and her's, letting the screen door slam, hearing our mothers, telling us not to let it slam. "Sorry",everytime we did. There were fish to be caught in the creek, tadpoles to be collected in the mudhole at the end of the dirt road, fireflies to catch at dusk.
As we got older, we were allowed to ride our bikes, and we did ,all over. To the village or the back country roads. Stopping to the penny candy stores, loading up on 25 cents. The small local gas station down the road with the Coca -Cola machine. Not like today, but the big chest one, with the opener on the side. We would buy one and chat with the owner for a few minutes before setting back out.
Always something to do on a summer day.
I watched my children enjoy the summer days growing up with our next door neighbor's daughter. Hearing the screen door slam every time and yelling don't slam it just as my mom did. Watching them go fishing in the creek, catching fireflies at dusk, being kids and having fun. I would go back in a heart beat if I could.
I love Summer
Monday, June 4, 2012
The End
There is a beginning and there is an end. Life is like that. You are born and you die. Two weeks tomorrow, my husband's sister went for an MRI on her finger. During the procedure ,her heart stopped. Nurses did what they could to revive her and they got a weak pulse. She was automatically sent to the ER by the local rescue squad. By now, family members were being notified ( me , being one of the them, who had to call my hubby and tell him to hurry to the hospital), and dropping everything and running to the hospital. Between me and the hubs and my daughter, we were the closest getting there. Our brother -in-law and my mother-in-law were there with her. Slowly, we all got there, quite a few of us when you get them all together. Everbody took turns to go in the room she was in to see her. Not what I expected. She was hooked to all kinds of gadgets and tubes and her blood pressure was low, as low as her heart rate. Not breathing on her own either. Scary,scary stuff. After awhile of waiting for drs to do their tests, we were told they were sending her to CCU . Again,the whole family descended into the waiting area, taking turns and listening to drs. Her daughter flew from Syracuse by car in 2 hrs time (which would normally take at least 3) Son was to be here the next day from Florida.
We waited and waited, telling stories about the day and the gossip of the moment. Our nephew offered to go to a neighboring hot dog place and came back with 60 hot dogs. Supper had never been so good. By 10:00, the dr came out and said she was resting comfortably and we should go, tests would be done tomorrow. I left with hubby and daughter and our son ,who joined us .
Next day comes, so far so good. But, by late morning, word comes that her kidneys are shutting down, drop everything and we all go running again. Dr's are baffled. They decide to do dialysis, but have to wait to get her heart rate up first. A procedure called a PIC line is put into her heart ,so they could do it. Her bp is up, we all think positive. By evening, we are all watching the finale of American Idol ,deciding who is going to win. By the time it is over, we are told once again to leave. Thursday, I am home for the day and life goes on as usual. I am updated now and then and go up after my day of babysitting ends. We once again eat hospital food, yuck and visit. By now, the dr's have answers, but not good. They have realized that when she had her MRI ,a dye was put into it and she had an allergic reaction. 48 hrs later they realize this!!!! By now, her kidneys are shutting down, her bp is low as is her heart rate. She knows you are there ,but can't speak,she does not look like the sister-in-law I have known for almost 30 yrs. Friday comes and goes, and that night around 10:00, her husband and children decided to shut down life support. A sad night and sadder for me as I went through this with my dad, 5 yrs earlier. My hubby takes it hard as do his other brothers and baby sister. My mother-in-law is beside herself.
The weekend is a long one, one of preparation for a wake and funeral. I catch up on errands and clothes shopping as I have nothing to wear. Memorial Day comes and goes and the next day, Tuesday, May 29th, is the wake and funeral.
It is a awfully humid day. The air is so thick, you can't breath and just standing still the sweat pours off of you. By noon time, tornado warnings and severe thunderstorms are predicted. Beautiful, as I am scared to death of both. Tornadoes are very rare here and I am petrified to leave the dog and cat behind. Away we go ,the sky gets blacker with every step we take to get to Warrensburg. The clouds open up a half an hr into the service. A few times the lights flicker, lightning streaks the dark sky. Thunder booms over the noise of the crowd in the funeral home, people running in soaked to the bone. We are lucky to be inside as the world crumbles around us outside.
The funeral is very nice, not too many dry eyes in the house. And then ,we say goodbye. It is the end of her life, as we watch a slide show that the family has put together. Good bye ,until we meet again.
We waited and waited, telling stories about the day and the gossip of the moment. Our nephew offered to go to a neighboring hot dog place and came back with 60 hot dogs. Supper had never been so good. By 10:00, the dr came out and said she was resting comfortably and we should go, tests would be done tomorrow. I left with hubby and daughter and our son ,who joined us .
Next day comes, so far so good. But, by late morning, word comes that her kidneys are shutting down, drop everything and we all go running again. Dr's are baffled. They decide to do dialysis, but have to wait to get her heart rate up first. A procedure called a PIC line is put into her heart ,so they could do it. Her bp is up, we all think positive. By evening, we are all watching the finale of American Idol ,deciding who is going to win. By the time it is over, we are told once again to leave. Thursday, I am home for the day and life goes on as usual. I am updated now and then and go up after my day of babysitting ends. We once again eat hospital food, yuck and visit. By now, the dr's have answers, but not good. They have realized that when she had her MRI ,a dye was put into it and she had an allergic reaction. 48 hrs later they realize this!!!! By now, her kidneys are shutting down, her bp is low as is her heart rate. She knows you are there ,but can't speak,she does not look like the sister-in-law I have known for almost 30 yrs. Friday comes and goes, and that night around 10:00, her husband and children decided to shut down life support. A sad night and sadder for me as I went through this with my dad, 5 yrs earlier. My hubby takes it hard as do his other brothers and baby sister. My mother-in-law is beside herself.
The weekend is a long one, one of preparation for a wake and funeral. I catch up on errands and clothes shopping as I have nothing to wear. Memorial Day comes and goes and the next day, Tuesday, May 29th, is the wake and funeral.
It is a awfully humid day. The air is so thick, you can't breath and just standing still the sweat pours off of you. By noon time, tornado warnings and severe thunderstorms are predicted. Beautiful, as I am scared to death of both. Tornadoes are very rare here and I am petrified to leave the dog and cat behind. Away we go ,the sky gets blacker with every step we take to get to Warrensburg. The clouds open up a half an hr into the service. A few times the lights flicker, lightning streaks the dark sky. Thunder booms over the noise of the crowd in the funeral home, people running in soaked to the bone. We are lucky to be inside as the world crumbles around us outside.
The funeral is very nice, not too many dry eyes in the house. And then ,we say goodbye. It is the end of her life, as we watch a slide show that the family has put together. Good bye ,until we meet again.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Family
I guess I am not very good about keeping up with my blogs. The last time things were going good. Son was to move out and a promising Spring was on it's way.
Well, the moving out did not happen and the son is still home.With all his various girlfriends. Last count, 4, but now I guess he and his gf of 2 yrs decided to try it again. My food bill went back up as did the late nights out and not knowing if he came home or did not. Mind you he is almost 26, but living in my house, and being a mother, I need to know that he is allright. ( Not counting the Army drills he had last week and failed to call me when he plunged 40' because of heat exhaustion. But hey, why bother ?)
So, we are at it again.
Spring is under bloom,even with the rain and some nice days. Got to visit my cousin on my birthday weekend in NH and we ( me, my hubby, my cousin and her hubby) all went to my favorite city of Boston on my birthday. We went to the top floor of the Prudential building and had an awesome view of all of Boston. Even a nice airiel view of Fenway Park, go Sox!!! I ate so much food, had dinner in the North End ( waiter was so Italian and so CUTE!). Left the city with a box of Mike's Pastrys with my cannoli, oh yum.
The following week, my dr calls me to tell me my pap smear taken at my yearly visit showed something. Back for another to my ob/gyn and an office visit with him. Things came out fine, just age . My grandmother always said "It's hell to get old" Right on Nanny.
Next is my yearly mammogram. Comes back with something. Ok, is God really not liking me now?? I went for more pictures on Monday and everything is fine. I am good, all is right with the world.
Wrong. Yesterday ,hubby's sister's heart stops while having an MRI on her finger. All the family ( and I mean all . There are at least 40 if you get everyone together, but last night maybe there was 25 as some family members live out of state). As of this morning, it is not looking good. So it is just a matter of time. Did I mention she turned 62 yesterday?
About family, guess we need them ,no matter how petty we get about things. We are all here for each other no matter what.
My little neighbor I babysit for will be here in awhile, she will make me smile and laugh. She is almost one and keeps me busy. Which is good as I need to be busy. Time will tell how today goes. So give your family all the love you can and tell them you love them everyday. One never knows.
Well, the moving out did not happen and the son is still home.With all his various girlfriends. Last count, 4, but now I guess he and his gf of 2 yrs decided to try it again. My food bill went back up as did the late nights out and not knowing if he came home or did not. Mind you he is almost 26, but living in my house, and being a mother, I need to know that he is allright. ( Not counting the Army drills he had last week and failed to call me when he plunged 40' because of heat exhaustion. But hey, why bother ?)
So, we are at it again.
Spring is under bloom,even with the rain and some nice days. Got to visit my cousin on my birthday weekend in NH and we ( me, my hubby, my cousin and her hubby) all went to my favorite city of Boston on my birthday. We went to the top floor of the Prudential building and had an awesome view of all of Boston. Even a nice airiel view of Fenway Park, go Sox!!! I ate so much food, had dinner in the North End ( waiter was so Italian and so CUTE!). Left the city with a box of Mike's Pastrys with my cannoli, oh yum.
The following week, my dr calls me to tell me my pap smear taken at my yearly visit showed something. Back for another to my ob/gyn and an office visit with him. Things came out fine, just age . My grandmother always said "It's hell to get old" Right on Nanny.
Next is my yearly mammogram. Comes back with something. Ok, is God really not liking me now?? I went for more pictures on Monday and everything is fine. I am good, all is right with the world.
Wrong. Yesterday ,hubby's sister's heart stops while having an MRI on her finger. All the family ( and I mean all . There are at least 40 if you get everyone together, but last night maybe there was 25 as some family members live out of state). As of this morning, it is not looking good. So it is just a matter of time. Did I mention she turned 62 yesterday?
About family, guess we need them ,no matter how petty we get about things. We are all here for each other no matter what.
My little neighbor I babysit for will be here in awhile, she will make me smile and laugh. She is almost one and keeps me busy. Which is good as I need to be busy. Time will tell how today goes. So give your family all the love you can and tell them you love them everyday. One never knows.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Transitions
My life in the past few weeks have changed quite a bit. I found out that I have lost 5 more lbs, my doctor will be thrilled to know this. I am thrilled to know this. I started this whole weight regime/exercise program 3 years ago this month. I began working out with a friend ,who had a home with a entire basement full of exercise eqiupment. My beginning weight was 240 and a size 20. Mind you, I have tried diets before, lost weight after both babies, but gained it back as they grew too. My friend encouraged me. She helped me see that it was time to change ,my aha moment ,and she stuck by me. We both saw changes to both our bodies, mine even more as she wasn't trying to lose as much as me. I was on a roll, dropping dress sizes right and left. I always rewarded myself when I got to a goal with a piece of cake or ice cream or some high caloric meal.
3 years later, I now weigh 160 and am a size 10. Only problem is, I also shrunk 2 inches! My daughter, the nurse, told me when someone loses a lot of weight, they also lose inches. Not what I want to hear as I was 5'8", nw 5'6" !!! My mom was 5' when she passed away, I don't want to be that short!
I learned this week ,that my youngest will finally be flying the nest. It is time and ,not that I don't love him, he needs to go. People tell me you will be sorry that he is leaving (he is almost 26 ) and my dear mother-in-law thinks it is terrible he is moving out. Really? Her son ,my husband ,moved out at 25 when he married me and they couldn't wait for him to leave! He isn't going far, will be here to raid the fridge from time to time, or to check his mail that is left behind, or to do his laundry. I have plans for his bedroom, big plans.
The little girl I babysit is now 9 months old. She is crawling and pulling herself up. She will be the missing link to the void my son will leave behind.
Yep, my life is changing, but for the good.
3 years later, I now weigh 160 and am a size 10. Only problem is, I also shrunk 2 inches! My daughter, the nurse, told me when someone loses a lot of weight, they also lose inches. Not what I want to hear as I was 5'8", nw 5'6" !!! My mom was 5' when she passed away, I don't want to be that short!
I learned this week ,that my youngest will finally be flying the nest. It is time and ,not that I don't love him, he needs to go. People tell me you will be sorry that he is leaving (he is almost 26 ) and my dear mother-in-law thinks it is terrible he is moving out. Really? Her son ,my husband ,moved out at 25 when he married me and they couldn't wait for him to leave! He isn't going far, will be here to raid the fridge from time to time, or to check his mail that is left behind, or to do his laundry. I have plans for his bedroom, big plans.
The little girl I babysit is now 9 months old. She is crawling and pulling herself up. She will be the missing link to the void my son will leave behind.
Yep, my life is changing, but for the good.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Our first snow
Normally by now ,March 1st,we have had more than our share of snow and winter here. But ,alas, like the rest of NY and the New England area, we have had a very mild winter with a few snow flurries here and there. [even had a not so White Christmas].Then, yesterday, on Leap Day, the remarkable happened: our first substanstial snow fall! I am not a winter person, do not ski, snowboard, snow tube, any of the other winter things associated with this time of year.
The snow does look pretty, but a pain in the butt to clean off the car, shovel the driveway and sidewalks .
My dog loves the snow, my cat, not so much. Since he is not a litter box cat, he goes out long enough to do what he has to and then is at the front window scratching the front screen left from summer in the window. After someone decides who is going to let him, he makes a beeline for the kitchen, wanting to be dried off, some food and water in his dish, then retires to my bed where he sleeps the day away. I would love to be a cat for a day.
Since it is March ,with the first day of Spring not in the so distant future, I will count the days to warm days and the windows open at night . Flip flops and shorts and sitting on the porch drinking iced tea and watching the fireflies.
I can't wait.
The snow does look pretty, but a pain in the butt to clean off the car, shovel the driveway and sidewalks .
My dog loves the snow, my cat, not so much. Since he is not a litter box cat, he goes out long enough to do what he has to and then is at the front window scratching the front screen left from summer in the window. After someone decides who is going to let him, he makes a beeline for the kitchen, wanting to be dried off, some food and water in his dish, then retires to my bed where he sleeps the day away. I would love to be a cat for a day.
Since it is March ,with the first day of Spring not in the so distant future, I will count the days to warm days and the windows open at night . Flip flops and shorts and sitting on the porch drinking iced tea and watching the fireflies.
I can't wait.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Sunday
Sunday. The simple name of the day of the week. I love Sundays. I can sleep in ,have breakfast with my husband, take forever to read the Sunday paper. So far today I have done all of the above plus the usual laundry and made homemade lemon bars . I love, love The Pioneer Woman on the Food Network. Ree Drummond is her name and she made some pretty mean lemon bars that I had to make them. Sooo good, I could eat the whole pan. But because I have lost almost 80 lbs and don't want to look like that again, I ate one. Heaven.
I also started reading "The Help" today. I have not seen the movie and being Oscar night, thought I would at least start the book. So good ,so far.
I am waiting now for my hubby to come home with his truck that our daughter wants to borrow to go and pick up a couch. She will be here just in time for supper . No problem, always room for more. But then she will leave and go back to her apt. Wish she could take her brother with her as he so needs to move out. That's another story for another day.
But for now, I will enjoy the rest of this Sunday by making oven fried chicken with mashed potatoes and cole slaw, then get comfy and watch the Red Carpet before the Oscar show to see who looks good and who looks trashy. Then the Oscars. Then it is Monday.
I also started reading "The Help" today. I have not seen the movie and being Oscar night, thought I would at least start the book. So good ,so far.
I am waiting now for my hubby to come home with his truck that our daughter wants to borrow to go and pick up a couch. She will be here just in time for supper . No problem, always room for more. But then she will leave and go back to her apt. Wish she could take her brother with her as he so needs to move out. That's another story for another day.
But for now, I will enjoy the rest of this Sunday by making oven fried chicken with mashed potatoes and cole slaw, then get comfy and watch the Red Carpet before the Oscar show to see who looks good and who looks trashy. Then the Oscars. Then it is Monday.
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