Last night I attempted a Myoplex shake for dinner because I ate like crap all day long at work, but it was just unsatisfying. Sure, it filled me up, but I wanted a MEAL that you can CHEW. You know, utilize the teeth that we were given!So, I also had this:
I know it is nothing to call Rachael Ray about.However, it really brought back fond memories, which made me feel nostalgic for times with my sister. She and I had this crap almost everyday during our first summer living in California. We were experts at il bel far niente (the beauty of doing nothing). Sleep in, eat Ramen, go out by the pool, come back in to watch Days of Our Lives (Oh God, I used to watch that?!), and go back out to the pool. That summer was probably the most time I had ever spent with my sister. Isn’t that La Dolce Vita?
Hello Internet, family, friends, and those little teeny ants in the web! I’m back from another trip, only this time it wasn’t anywhere exotic as Aruba. Instead, this trip was full of happy quality time with family, which made the trip awesome. One of my gazillion cousins got married! I wish her a happy lifetime with her beau!
There were some crazy moments, but nothing I would ever be embarrassed about, because my family just ROCKS. We danced all night long at the wedding. Even my fiancé danced with tissues overflowing his pant pockets due to bad allergies, and I love him for that. My dancing was probably the butt of the joke, though. Because my tinnitus was flaring, I couldn’t wear my hearing aids. So, as a result, my dancing was probably out of tune! Maybe I looked like I had some kind of electric shocks all over my body. Electrifying!
I’ve got a funny story that I’ll throw out here. While we (bridesmaids, groomsmen, and newlyweds) had our pictures taken, I had a conversation and misunderstanding with another cousin about her dogs.
Me: What’s the name of your dogs?
Cousin: Dunkin and (crap, I forget her other dog’s name!)
Me: SUCK-IT?!!?!?
*laughter all around*
Cousin: Nooo, Dunkin.
Me: Suck-it? Whaaaaaat? I don’t understand.
Cousin: *fingerspells* D-U-N-K-I-N.
Me: Ooooooooooooooh. Haha I thought you said Suck-it. Can you imagine saying “Come here, Suck-it! Get your treat…”
Cousin: *laughs*
Me: You should have named your other dog Donuts. Dunkin Donuts!
Before y’alls think I’m crazy, go to the mirror and mouth the words Dunkin and Suck-it. Pretty similar when lip-reading, huh?
Aside from all the craziness, we have a new addition to the family. Meet Eston.
Seriously, Eston just blew me away. He’s so cute. He’s gonna have ladies lining up his door! CK and Alli, I figured you’d get a hoot out of the Yankees outfit! I don’t care about the Yankees or baseball in general, but this little dude makes me want to go to a Yankees game to cheer them on!
This is for all the mothers out there, including my own mother, who put up with my crap.
Top 10 Reasons Mothers Rock:
10. When Moms say they’re not cut out to be a mom, but they do it splendidly anyway.
9. They stay up late losing sleep over where we are past our curfew, but still love us.
8. Their heart breaks when we scream, “I hate you, Mom! You’re so unfair!” Yet, Mom’s love is unconditional.
7. They endured painful labor with lots of screaming just for us.
6. They yelled at us for making a mess, but they always picked up after us. But they might still have an old coupon book you made as a child, so beware!
5. When we spill our brand new hot chocolate all over the sidewalk, Mom goes “Aww, you look so cute,” instead of yelling frustrations.
4. Moms always changed your diapers, no matter how much we stank. (And probably expect us to change theirs when they’re old!)
3. Being a mom includes many job titles such as chauffeur, driving us around before we got our licenses.
2. They put up with our pranks.
1. (Insert your own personal experience on why Moms rock!)
Happy Mother’s Day! Without you, we wouldn’t exist!
My family’s cat is…..unique. When I first met her last Thanksgiving, I noticed that she had human like expressions. Her eyebrows often bury into between her eyes, which is her way of saying, “WTF is wrong with this family?”But, if she has a frown to go along with it, she means, “I love you, why won’t you freaking pet me!?”Otherwise, she just goes around saying, icanhascheezburger.
The real kicker? Not only does she make the usual “meow,” but also, she’ll stand by everyone’s door in the morning and say, “A-looww.” It sounds very close to “hello.” It’s her way of saying “WAKE THE HECK UP!! I’m bored!”
Exactly eighteen years ago, Nana and Poppop hauled me to the hospital while our Mom was in labor. Just a few short hours later, I heard screaming and crying. That’s when you were born. You had jet black hair and blue eyes. You grew into a beautiful blonde. Taller than me, even! I guess I’m stuck as the shortie in the family now.
Some of my favorite memories with you:
~Making fun of mom’s clothes.
~Letting you play with my TTY thinking it was such a fascinating toy.
~Watching you run around the house with your dad’s gigantic shoes.
~Dancing to NKOTB & Paula Abdul together.
~Running up and down the stairs for no reason giggling.
~Chasing you around on the beach with a dead horseshoe. You were so freaked out.
~Hiding your “blankie” to piss you off. Haha!
~Making cake at 1a.m. and laughing our asses off because Mom got a MySpace account.
You are smart as hell, Sometimes I feel like my brain is the size of a dime around you! Regardless, I couldn’t be more proud to have you as sister.
Happy 18th Birthday!
Love,
Your old fart sister
P.S. Watch out people, she’d whip your ass in Michael Jackson dance moves!
Today is your birthday. You’d kill me if I announced to the Internet how old you really are, but I don’t understand, because you don’t look a day older than 35. Because you flew out to the East this week, I had the honor of seeing you on your special day.
Last night, your cell phone, sitting next to Nana’s land line phone, made a weird noise before it rang. You didn’t answer it. Instead, you told me and Nana that Kenny asked you what that noise was whenever your phone was about to ring. It was really the frequencies between your computer and cell phone that made the weird noise, but you told my eight year old brother that it was aliens. He freaked out and didn’t want nothing to do with aliens. The poor boy is never gonna look at a picture of an alien again.
So, you proceeded to check your voice mail since you didn’t answer the phone. I asked you who it was and you said it was the aliens letting you know that you have to go back to California because they’re having a birthday party for you. Nana started cracking up so hard, that it made you crack up hard. Eventually I started laughing. You were so proud of yourself because you “finally said something funny.”
I’m proud of you, too. Aliens or not, I’m proud that you’re my mother who stuck by me and my siblings through and through. I’d give you a granddaughter now, but Nana said to go buy your own for now!
He was born today, eighty-four years ago, but died in 1995. I thought I’d take a moment to reflect back into time, and remember the influence he had on my life. Personal blog posts aren’t my thing, but I want the world to celebrate my grandfather’s birthday with me. I want the world to know the great influence he had on me. Isn’t that what birthdays are for?
This man, a husband for 54 years, a father to 11 kids, and grandfather to countless grandchildren decided to become an Obstetrician and serve the community. Whenever we went to the grocery store, he’d be stopped a gazillion times by people who knew him. A grocery store visit that should take only 15 minutes always ended up to be 30 minutes (add another 5 minutes of looking for junk food that would satisfy his sweet tooth).
Poppop loved to cheat in games, but in all fun. Whenever we played Scattergories, he would have some big fancy word. I’d put on my most appalling look and exclaim, “That’s not a word!” He’d put on his serious look and say, “What are you talking about? It is a medical term.” We’d demand he go get his medical dictionary to verify his words. Half of the words were made up, but I still kept playing games with him because of his warm laughter and teasing spirit.
He thought he was so hilarious, and he was. One time, he motioned me to come over to where he was standing, next to a beautiful plant. He said, “It’s growing. I can hear it, can you?” I fell for it. I put my ears close to the plant, but heard nothing. Then I realized he was full of it. I playfully slapped him and said, “Yeah right!”
There are many more memories that I’ll always treasure because they were lessons. Poppop (and Nana) taught me what unconditional love is, how to help others in need, and how to remember to laugh and find humor in things.
I won’t lie – I don’t think about Poppop so much anymore, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love him. When someone dies, you think about them all the time, but as time goes by, the thoughts start to decrease. It’s been 12 years since he left us, but it has been zero days since he left my heart. The number will always will stay at zero.
