Monthly Archives: December 2012

Mckinley/Christmas Party

Mckinley/Christmas Party

I love my job and a lot of that has to do with the people I work with. Here are a few pictures from our Christmas party.

Charlie bonding with Donny.

Charlie bonding with Donny.

I am not at all Jealous that Marcela dressed to match Donny. Really, I am not.

I am not at all Jealous that Marcela dressed to match Donny. Really, I am not.

Donny and Donnie spending some quality time together.

Donny and Donnie spending some quality time together.

Donny getting carried away..............

Donny getting carried away…………..

The Party Planners! Thank You, a good time was had by all!

The Party Planners! Thank You, a good time was had by all!

Shout out to Princess Pissy Pants.

Shout out to Princess Pissy Pants.
She also managed to rock this lovely Christmas sweater to a Pub Crawl and an Ugly Sweater Party.

She also managed to rock this lovely Christmas sweater to a Pub Crawl and an Ugly Sweater Party.

Right at this moment I am so very proud of Princess Pissy Pants. Normally she is very busy watching “Boy Meets World” marathons, following her celebrity tweets (she follows such random and diverse people from Greg Bennett to Luke Russert), eating and drinking at Border Cafe and trying to stay awake to watch “The Challenge” on MTV but despite being so busy with those worthwhile endeavors she managed to work, intern and rock a 4.0 this semester! I am so very proud of her.

Right at this moment……

Right at this moment……
Considering Stacey made chicken salad for our lunch today I am happy she is holding a bunny in this picture and not a chicken.

Considering Stacey made chicken salad for our lunch today I am happy she is holding a bunny in this picture and not a chicken.That would have been creepy.

This is what I am thinking right at this moment………..

1. I am going to eat yogurt for the rest of my life. Well, at least until I get to Stacey’s today and then I am going to eat her delicious chicken salad and try the rice balls she made in her brand new deep fryer.

2. I am so happy my friends know how to cook.

3. I should balance my checkbook but I want to still believe in the magic of Christmas.

4. Three people I love are celebrating Birthdays today. That is a lot of cake.

5.For the first time in 3 years I do not know when I am going to see Andi again. We need to schedule something NOW!

6. I do not like the sound of “Fiscal Cliff”.

7. I am so incredibly spoiled.

8. You do not pick and chose when you are family. Family is all the time.

9. I can not tolerate hypocrites. I know I should be more forgiving (whatever) but to quote my boy Dr. Suess, “Be who you are and say what you feel,because those who mind don’t matter,and those who matter dont mind”.

10. Random thought but I love flowers. I am going to go buy myself some today.

The Noise In My Head (and it is incredibly loud today).

Right at this moment………

Right at this moment………

treeRight at this moment I am sitting at my computer in a quiet house with just the Christmas tree lights on and thinking that the chaos of the holiday will begin in about 2 hours. I am so excited. I am anticipating the laughter, love, noise and excitement and am already smiling. I am taking this minute to remind myself to relax and take it all in. I know this Christmas will only be with us for about 48 hours but the memories we make will be in our hearts always.  I am thinking about past Christmases and the faces of Marissa’s and Mario’s wonder make me teary.  I am also taking this quiet moment and selfishly thinking about all the people I love that I will not physically be with this holiday. So please now if you are reading this that I am thinking of you, tucking you into my heart and will carry you with me. Dad, Auntie, Uncle, Sienna, Ben, Ugo, Cleofe and all those I love. You are with me. Those I have lost are always with me but I know your spirits glow with a special Christmas light and I see you. I think Christmas is bursting with the love of family and I am blessed to have an especially big family so imagine all the love.I am most especially holding my children close and thinking of the mothers whose arms are empty this morning and I promise to not take one moment with mine for granted. I am counting my blessings. I hear Marissa stirring in her room. I am going to go ask her if she wants Frosting and cookies for breakfast. Merry Christmas! Big Love!

I am thinking about Burt………..

I am thinking about Burt………..
Burt protecting his Pignoli cookies from the family.

Burt protecting his Pignoli cookies from the family.

Today is Burt’s Birthday! You have to admit the man is a Saint. Truly. When you marry one DeLucia sister you marry us all. And if you are lucky enough to be married to Andi you automatically get me in the deal. Kind of like a gift with purchase. My retail friends will understand that. As an added bonus Gweebaby followed them out to Colorado. Like I said, the man is a saint and I love him dearly. Not only because he puts up with us but because he does it with patience, lots of patience, love and humor. So, today on his birthday I was thinking about all the things I would love to do for him if money were not an object and this is what I am thinking……….

1. I would sign you up for The Bacon if the Month Club, The Book of the Month Club, The Wine of the Month Club and The Olive Oil of the Month Club. There really is an Olive Oil of the Month Club.

2. I would buy you the most tricked out Rock and Roll RV I could find.

3. I would let you get a word in edgewise when we are all together around the kitchen table.

4. I would get you the house of your dreams in Cabo. But I would want to visit so we could go to One and Only every night.

5. I would buy you your own plane so Andi would  not torture you to be first on the plane every time you fly.

6. A log cabin deep in the woods of Colorado where you could truly find some alone time.

7. And last but not least a California king size bed so you would not be crowded by Sammi, Frankie and blanky.

What I can do for you is make your favorite chocolate cake and wish you the happiest of Birthdays. I am so happy you were born and married our family. Love you!

The Noise In My Head ( and it keeps singing Happy Birthday!).

I am thinking about Jane,Natalie,Dancing and Blessings.

I am thinking about Jane,Natalie,Dancing and Blessings.

 

Jane

Jane

I have been blessed with many amazing people in my life. Truly. My family, my friends, teachers I will never forget like my third grade teacher at The Hebron Ave. School in Glastonbury, Conn. Her name was Miss. Wrotniack and she was one of those teachers you carry with you in your heart for the rest of your life. I thought she was so cool. She wore Pappagallo flats, had headbands in every color and played the guitar. We did amazing projects like have a Luau after studying about Hawaii and after she read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to us she had us create our own candy bars. I read the book to the third graders and do the same project because of her. She was kind, patient, fun and I secretly wanted her to marry my father. I kept asking him to come do things at school so they would fall in love, get married and I would have her all to myself forever and ever. It never happened but I never forgot her.

I had taken dancing classes as a little girl and loved it. I love to dance. Like most little girls I wanted to be a ballerina. I even took some classes at The Hartford Ballet Company and performed in the Nutcracker with them. I loved everything about dance class. The barre work, the floor work, the combinations. I loved it all. I do not really remember why I stopped taking classes. I am sure it had something to do with school and all the extra curricular activities that went along with it. All I know is I stopped and I really thought that dance was behind me. Then I went to the Stoneliegh-Burnham School.

After 2 years of Glastonbury High School I was lost. It really had nothing to do with the school or the people there. They were wonderful. It was me. I mean who skips school but hangs out in the library all day? Me. I was beyond lucky to be able to attend the Stoneleigh-Burnham School for the rest of my high school years. I could go on and on about SBS and how important it was too me but I have never been able to adequately find the words to express how important a role the school and my years there colored my entire world. I can write about Jane Perkins.

As part of your schedule at SBS you had to participate in afternoon activities. Most of the girls rode. I had taken riding lessons at home and quickly discovered it was not for me. There were all sorts of sports but anyone that knows me knows that is not my strength either unless shopping is considered a sport and then I would be a Gold Medalist. The school did have a dance department. I was apprehensive but intrigued. I had loved to dance. From the moment I entered the dance studio for the first time I was home. It was an unexplainable feeling of belonging and acceptance. Jane welcomed me into her classes with open arms and an unwavering belief that I could do whatever she asked of me. She pushed, encouraged, taught and molded me into the best dancer I could be with her iron will and the her constant phrase “Pain builds Character” repeated over and over. When I was unsure of a certain dance she came in on a Saturday to dance it with me until I was comfortable. When I thought I had gone as far as I could she made me take Ballet 3 and I will never forget how proud she was of us when we kept up with a company class from a local college that had performed at the school the night before.  She encouraged me to dance in theater productions and along with John Beattie opened the doors to Musical theater for me. She never once thought I could not do whatever it was I wanted to do. She taught me how to be a dancer, a teacher, a friend and a mother. I carry her in my heart every day.

I continued to dance in some way or another right up until the year I got engaged. At that point I was only taking walk in classes occasionally when I could find the time. After work, marriage and motherhood I thought the closest I would ever get to dancing again would be being a “Backstage Mom” at Marissa’s recitals, And then another amazing woman walked into my life. Actually, I walked into her class and I am forever grateful. I had heard about Zumba and seen it on an infomercial one night when I could not sleep. I loved the energy of the dance moves and the music. I had never taken any sort of Latin dance classes but it looked like something I would like to do. I was nervous but when some friends at school had told me about the classes they had taken and their amazing teacher I had to bite the bullet and try it. When I walked into the class I had the same feeling of coming home as I did in Jane’s Dance studio and most of it had to do with Natalie. I had no idea how to “Zumba” but she said “Just Dance” and even though I was 48, overweight, had a bum knee and a bad foot I watched her lead and I danced. And the minute the music started I felt that little surge I always use to get when I danced and I was happy. Not only did Natalie give me back the gift of dance but this whole new world of friends and adventures I never knew I would be blessed to have at this point in my life. Blessed.

Natalie reminds me a lot of Jane. I have to wonder if it is a gift that goes hand in hand with being a good dancer. The gift of seeing more in a person that they can see in themselves and knowing how to draw it out of them with love and patience. I know that it is a gift to not only hear the music but to see it. I wonder if it is a gift that they were given at birth to create something where there was nothing. Not just the choreography but to create a community where you feel safe and encouraged to try something you have only ever dreamed of doing. Where I have met life long friends. Where I have challenged myself. Where I have dreamed. Where I have stumbled. Where I have sweat. Where I have danced. I have been beyond blessed to have had Jane and now Natalie to dance with.

The Noise In My Head ( and it is filled with music).natalie

This happened in school today.

This happened in school today.
Amelia Bedelia

Amelia Bedelia

I was at my desk in the hallway (Yes, we have a Hallbrary not a Library) and a first grade student walked by and stopped to share the following:

Student: “Mrs. Cimmino, I was looking for you”

Me: “Here I am”

Student: “Did you hear about the kids that were hurt at their school?”

Me: “Yes, I did”

Student: “Well, I was thinking the other kids must be really sad and when you read that Amelia Bedelia book to us it was really funny and made us laugh so maybe you could go read the book to them and it might make them laugh and forget they are sad”.

Me: “I think that is a wonderful idea but the school is far away.”

Student: “Maybe you could send them the book. Could you send them the book?”.

Me: “I tell you what, I will send them the book and I will tell them that it is from our students to theirs.”

Student.”Will you do it today?’.

Me: “I will do it today.”

Student: “Cool”

And he walked away smiling.

And suddenly I felt better.

What I am thinking right now………

What I am thinking right now………
Figgy Pudding.

Figgy Pudding.

1. I am a Mother which means I have been worried ever since I peed on a stick and it changed color.

2. What exactly is Figgy Pudding and would I like it?

3. I just googled Figgy Pudding and I think I would like it.

4. How do I let my children walk out the door and continue to breathe until they are safely home?

5. Does it ever get easier?

6. I am so grateful the Holiday Concert is today. I need to see the students singing and celebrating.

7. Oh My God, the Holiday Concert is today. Our school will be filled with people. How do we let the children celebrate while we are filled with the fear of evil that may or may not be among us.

8. Is there enough Fluff in this world to make me feel better?

9. I wonder if Fluff would taste good on Figgy Pudding.

10.The weather reflects how we are all feeling.

The Noise In My Head………………………………

Heartbreak.

Heartbreak.

tears_of_sadness

I can not help but think of the Mothers in Connecticut that are home tonight with empty arms and broken hearts.

I can not think about saying goodbye to my children as I drop them off at school not knowing it would be the last time.

I can not feel what it must be like to wonder what your child’s last moments were like.

I can not imagine the evil that would make someone shoot innocent children.

I can not breathe.