Monthly Archives: March 2013

Market Basket Love Story

Market Basket Love Story

heartI dragged myself to Market Basket after school today dreading every minute I would have to spend there. The store was crowded as expected and I grabbed my cart ready to do battle and get my shopping done as quickly as possible without hurting anyone in the process. I kept running into (not literally) the same elderly couple in each aisle. The woman was pushing the carriage shuffling her feet and keeping her head bowed. The gentleman was doing the shopping, reaching for the items and placing them gently in the cart. I noticed that he kept up a running conversation with the woman but she was not answering. Because I kept seeing them I observed that the woman was not responding and even though her head was bowed down she kept her eyes glued to the gentleman. He kept pointing things out to her and asking her questions he then answered himself. At one point I caught his eye and he smiled and nodded. The next aisle I saw them in was the cereal aisle. The gentleman caught my eye and asked me if I could reach a box of Grape Nuts for him. I pushed my cart out of the way and said “I would be happy to, which kind do you want?”. He looked at his wife and said “Sweetheart, which do you want today the flakes or the nuggets?”. We both looked to the woman and she just kept her eyes on her husband with a slight smile on her face. He answered “I think the nuggets today. Let’s shake things up”. I handed him the box and he said “Thank you Miss”.(I love that he called me Miss!) He then added ” I believe she can hear me and I like to include her in the decisions”. I said “I absolutely agree and Thank You”. As I finished my shopping I could not help but think of the couple and  a song from Les Mis popped into my head. It is at the very end as Jean Valjean is dying he is singing about Cosette and he says “To love someone is to see the face of God”. I know that as I am counting my blessings and thinking about miracles and faith this Easter I will be thinking of the gentleman and his beloved wife.

I am obsessed with……..

I am obsessed with……..

If you know me at all you know if I like something I don’t just like it I become OBSESSED with it. This is what I am obsessed with at this moment.

 

I am in love with this song.

I can not stopping eating these cookies that my Father in Law only makes at Easter time. I am also obsessed with the color turquoise

I can not stopping eating these cookies that my Father in Law only makes at Easter time. I am also obsessed with the color turquoise

 

I love, love triple love this drink but only the grapefruit flavor. Thank you Amanda (soul sister) for introducing it to me.

I love, love triple love this drink but only the grapefruit flavor. Thank you Amanda (soul sister) for introducing it to me.

 

This picture of Andi and my Mom. Isn't it amazing?

This picture of Andi and my Mom. Isn’t it amazing?

 

This saying. If I got a tattoo I think this would be what I would want inked on my skin forever.

This saying. If I got a tattoo I think this would be what I would want inked on my skin forever.

The Noise in my head (and it is singing “No one will ever love you ” but I sound nothing like Connie Britton!).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ramdom thoughts of Gwee Baby on her Birthday.

Ramdom thoughts of Gwee Baby on her Birthday.

261961_1950314234750_4430304_nSorry, but my Mom is cooler than your Mom.  Here are a few reasons why.

I love that she danced on Broadway and continued to dance her whole life even if it was just in our kitchen.

My Mom was divorced when it was scandalous to be divorced and she never skipped a beat. I thought everyone lived with their Mom in one place and visited their Dad in another. It worked so well for us because of our parents.

Mom made sure that we were raised in the church even though she herself was considered excommunicated because of the divorce. She made sure we went to confession every week even when we forgot the mantilla to cover our heads. I forgave her a long time ago for making me wear a napkin on my head.

I love that there was always music and dancing in our house.To this day Mom is way cooler than me when it comes to music.I listen to Donny Osmond she listens to Adam Levine.

I appreciate that with 4 girls all demanding her time and attention she managed to make each one of us feel loved and special.

I love that she took us on adventures.

I am so grateful she took me to piano lessons, dance lessons, riding lessons, camp, school, cheer leading practice, gymnastics, my friend’s house , the movies and the mall.

I love that she has a very colorful past and shared it with us.

I think she is so brave for making the choices she did in a time that woman were not supposed to be brave,.

I am grateful she taught me the importance of a good strand of pearls. Pearls go with everything you are wearing.

I love the lessons she taught us not with words but with her actions. The ones that come to mind are music should be played loudly, love is love no matter the gender, always be there for your sisters, Martha’s Vineyard is the promised land, say please and thank you, treat others as you would want to be treated, our God does not judge or condemn, a good purse is worth the money, skip school to do something special and when life knocks you on your ass just keep moving forward preferably while dancing.

I wish I could be with Mom on her Birthday.

Mostly I am thinking that now that I am a mother I can appreciate how hard it is to be one and how hard it must have been for her. I love that she taught me that life is far from perfect but we just do the best that we can. I appreciate that as unconventional as her life has been she made the most of it and loved us as best she could along the way. I love her and celebrate her Birthday and every day that I am lucky enough to spend with her. I also forgive her for making me wear matching outfits with my sisters every holiday until we finally rebelled.

Happy Birthday Gwee Baby. I love you.

Gwee and her girls on one of our many adventures. I believe this one was visiting (embarrassing) Jake at school and celebrating Andi turning 40 in NYC.

 One of our many adventures with Gwee. I believe we were visiting (embarrassing) Jake at school and then celebrating Andi turning 40 in NYC.

 

 

 

 

 

 

What I am thinking right now……….

What I am thinking right now……….
Donny on a previous trip to North Conway.

Donny on a previous trip to North Conway.

1. My children like to make fun of me. I like to remind my children I have pictures of their awkward years.

2. I am headed to North Conway this weekend with Lisa and Donna. I promise not to shop too much. I almost kept a straight face as I typed that last sentence.

3. If you want to feel better about the world go read to a roomful of 5 year olds.

4. I recently learned that Janeen went on a humanitarian trip to Cuba but spent most of her time sunning herself on the roof of the hotel.She totally owned it.  I LOVE HER!

5.I can not stop eating.

6.I want the crushed ice machine on my refrigerator fixed. I miss crushed ice.

7.I am wondering if 3 black sweaters, 1 grey sweater, 1 blue sweater, a pair of jeans, a pair of black pants and one pair of leggings are enough for a weekend. oops! I forgot to pack my boots….be right back.

8. I better cut fluids off right now or I will never last 2 1/2 hours in the car without a pit stop.

9.If I were a guy I would wear a different tie every day.

10. I wonder how my family will possibly survive without me all weekend?

The Noise In My Head (and it is singing “On the road again”).

Spring!

Spring!

45672_10200113042082999_1037851832_nToday is the first day of spring. It is also the day I have to write the student loan payment check so I officially hate the 20th of every month but that is a different post. I am looking forward to spring not because it is my favorite but because I really do not like winter. My preference goes in this order; Fall, Summer, Spring,Winter. I woke up this morning listening to the tires crunch on the icy streets outside my bedroom window and I tried to focus on what I was looking forward to most about spring. I only came up with 5 things. Cadbury Mini Eggs, Longer Days, Flowers, Nordstrom’s Triple Points and April Vacation. So, I am wondering……What does Spring mean to you?

The Saint and his Grill.

The Saint and his Grill.

We got The Saint a super-duper fancy grill for his Birthday which he loved. We presented it to him on Saturday and he had it all put together by Sunday. Which is actually pretty funny considering he has yet to install the new bedroom light fixture I bought 1 1/2 years ago. I came home from work on Monday and his precious grill was all tucked in with a shiny new cover. Where did it come from? He sent his Mother, yes I said his Mother, to Home Depot to buy one early Monday morning. Enough said.

I was thinking that if he had to cook on said wonderful grill every single night for a family that might or might not be home for dinner, for a family that will include at least one person that says “Is there anything else to eat?” he might not be so excited about his new toy. I am also thinking that if he had to cook and then clean the grill every night it might lose some of its charm. I think I could get pretty excited over my stove if I only used once every two weeks. I do not really understand lusting over an appliance except for Melanie’s French Door Refrigerator. I could get myself worked up over that baby. If I had one I might even buy it a cover.

He stole my crown.

He stole my crown.

Monty

Monty

monty

For most of my childhood my Grandmother wore the fragrance Youth Dew by Estée Lauder. During my grown up years she switched to another Lauder fragrance, Knowing. I have a bottle of both perfumes and every time I am really missing her I open one and spray a bit into the air. And for a sweet moment I am once again wrapped in my Grandmother’s arms. Love.