Archive for January, 2007

Handwritten diaries

January 28, 2007

One of my wishes is to someday come upon an old forgotten diary of someone who lived long ago. OK, not too long ago, maybe within the last 100 years. I would love to read about how they lived, their likes and dislikes, and any secrets that they kept. (Future readers can forget about finding secrets here because I am just an ordinary girl–seriously).
When I was a kid and we first moved to our house on Long Island in 1980, there were 2 little old ladies who lived in the apartment on the top floor. One of them, Mrs. Glenn had no family. Her husband had died many years before and she had no children. But we loved her. She would tell my mother great stories, which now I’ll have to pester her for, and she would buy my sister and me Italian ices at the candy store around the corner (Cherry was the best — but every now and then I would fall into the trap of getting the blue rainbow one because it was so much prettier–and every single time I did that, I was immediately reminded that I liked the cherry ice the best–yeah, I know–lots of eye-rolling here).
Anyway, Mrs Glenn died shortly after we moved in. I have no idea what happened to all of her stuff, but I do remember being upstairs with my mother when she was getting the apartment ready to paint. She pulled back the dresser and found what could only have been Mrs. Glenn’s wedding ring. It was just a simple, thin, white gold band that would only fit someone with very thin fingers—aka my mother! (and years later we discovered that it also fit my sister AND me, thankyouverymuch). Unfortunately my sister “got” it–whatever. I’m going to ask her about it.
But wouldn’t it have been super cool if she had left behind a diary of her life???? Totally! I think I will try to research her. I mean after all, she was a human being, and just because she had no family, didn’t mean she fell out of the sky one day. I wonder about that Mrs. Glenn…..

Edit: I just got off the phone with my mom about Mrs. Glenn. I got a couple of things wrong. One is that she wasn’t the one to tell my mother all the great stories–the other woman did. And the other is that I had conveniently forgotten that I got the ring from the sister (most likely I bullied it out of her paws). Clearly I should have left it with her because in 2003, our old house was broken into and nearly all my jewelry was stolen, along with lots of other stuff. The jewelry included Mrs. Glenns ring. Darn it!
The other interesting info. I found out was that Mrs Glenn was from England and that a friend visited her once a week, and that she may have never married. Weird. So why the wedding ring? We don’t know, but my mom says she thinks the woman wasn’t married. The other woman had lost her husband. Did I mention that I was 7 years old in 1980–that’s why I have some things mixed up. I didn’t even remember that Mrs Glenn had a British accent. Unfortunately, neither of my parents remember what her first name was; but they promised to call if they remember.


He’s 3 years old!!!!!!!!!!

January 27, 2007

My little boy is 3 now. I can’t believe it. He’s so big. He’s in nursery school once a week, he can solve problems, he’s close to being potty trained (pleeeeease, God), and he loves to joke around. He loves listening to his music CD’s of childrens songs and lullabys, color, paint, run, jump, build with his blocks, “fix” the dining room chairs with his toy tools, and can toast his own waffles. He also likes helping me make cakes and muffins because he knows I’ll let him lick the bowl when we’re done. He wants to play outside every single day, no matter the weather or if his mother is in the middle of something. He wants to know how EVERYTHING works, and will never stop asking questions until he is satisfied with an answer. He loves to “read” and be read to, and talks to his grandparents on the phone every night. He’s also discovered the fine game (I use that term very loosely) of skee ball. He plays with his sister and little friend at the mall. He’s funny, sweet, and can drive me insane all in the span of 5 minutes. He’s also VERY protective of his toys. That’s why you can hear his little sister screaming so many times during the day. He also has the best hair ever. That’s why he’s never had a hair cut, except to cut the bangs out of his eyes. But don’t worry, it will be cut soon. 3 years is long enough.

Happy happy dance!

January 25, 2007

Yes!! I am rejoining Weight Watchers. This time with a very good friend of mine. I can’t wait. I dropped out a few months ago because I was so damn hungry all the time, and I didn’t exercise. Well, this friend exercises! I will never be able to get away with laziness with her! This is awesome! My goal is 20 pounds, but if I lose 30, I’ll actually do back-flips. Yipee!!!!!

Six Weird Things…

January 24, 2007

About me:

(this idea has come from Corey at her lovely blog, Tongue in Cheek).

  • I cannot stand driving anywhere by myself with my children in the car if the destination is farther than 15 minutes. I have cancelled many things because of that.
  • I have this thing for strollers, especially Emmaljungas and Bertinis, that cannot be explained. I’ve written about this before. And I feel real sorrow for the owners of Gracos.
  • I cannot read a book more than once.
  • When I get nervous, I spell my name and count to ten in my mind, over and over.
  • Whenever I get to work, the first thing I do before I take off my coat, is to turn the TV in the break room on at full blast.
  • I still do a drive by at my old house from time to time.

Boy, this was hard! I should have had my husband write this. He would have been done in a minute.

Perfect time for torturing my brother….

January 24, 2007

This is Little Miss Sunshine. Every single time my son naps while she is awake, she will go in for the kill, unless I get to her first. She will pull his blanket off, slap his hand, and drag his legs so that they dangle from the couch. This is her favorite game. Luckily for him, he sleeps right through it.

Happy times in the tub.

January 24, 2007

Bath time is all about fun around here. Except when it’s over. They hate that.

Kitty! KITTY!!!!

January 24, 2007

This is our cat, or Kitty, as my kids call him. His name is really Marmalade, and he actually belongs to our neighbors, but he is the neighborhood cat. You can’t tell from these pictures, but he’s a very well fed cat, to say the least. He’s probably fed at every house he visits on our street. We like him.

Slow blogging week-family here

January 20, 2007

My parents are visiting from Long Island, NY, this week, or as I like to call it, the Land of the Enchanted, or Never Never Land. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I’m just making fun of the blatant materialism that occupies so many of its residents. So to speak, their heads are in Never Never Land. But not my parents. Thank God they’re normal. Or at least passable. Just Kidding!
Anyway, so my time on the computer is very sparce this week. We’re having too much fun.
I’ll post plenty of pics later.

It’s only 8 am

January 16, 2007

My kids are trying to kill me. I just know it. It started last night when an hour and a half after I had fallen asleep, my son’s nasty cough woke us up. We took turns giving him water, and medicine, and finally put him in bed with us. An hour later he was ready to go back into his own bed. We were up all night with that cough. At 5am my daughter was ready to get up. WHY??? Then my son decided to get up at 530.
Needless to say my husband prepared STRONG coffee for us this morning.
You would think these kids would be tired, sleepy, in other words, quiet. But no. Instead they are being obnoxious, loud, and have some mighty bad attitudes. I’m still trying to wake up.
And I swear to God, if my son yells about anything one more time, I’m going to tie him to one of the trees in the backyard. And yes, it’s raining and cold out. Why do you ask?
If anyone is looking for me today, I will be crouched in a corner with a pillow over my head.

It’s a Small World After All

January 14, 2007

I’m making a list of countries that I would like to visit. I love to travel, but since we’ve had our children we haven’t gone anywhere except Story Land in New Hampshire. I can see everyone’s eyes rolling to the back of your heads. For heaven’s sake, I know that wasn’t actually traveling. I was just joking. The point is that we haven’t been anywhere since before our son was born. 3 LONG years ago. So I’ve had a lot of time to think about where I would like to spend some happy hours.
This is my list so far, in no particular order:

  • italy
  • france
  • tunisia
  • maldives islands
  • spain
  • iceland
  • norway (inspired by my new friend Britt)

I think this is a good start. Now excuse me while I go play the lotto.