Monthly Archives: April 2013

What I am thinking right now………

What I am thinking right now………
The good stuff. I really bought it because the box was is pretty. I am really that shallow and a pushover for pretty packaging.

The good stuff. I really bought it because the box was is pretty. I am really that shallow and a pushover for pretty packaging.

Since turning 50 I find myself talking about the weather a lot. I say things like “It has been cloudy for days” and “Sheesh, enough with the cold already, it is April!”, But the absolute worst is that I am now saying my Mother’s favorite thing about the weather…….”It’s spitting out!”. What does that even mean????

I am always hungry.

I like the New Jonas Brothers song. I can not tell them apart but I like their song.

I ate $12.00 worth of cupcakes in 2 days. I curse Crumbs Bakery.

The best parts of vacation are not having to make a bed, clean the bathroom and eating every meal out!

One of Princess Pissy Pant’s clients cancelled this morning so she came home to take a nap. A nap? You have been up for 60 minutes how could she possibly take a nap? She tried to tell me that sleeping was good for you and I had to remind her that it would have been good for me if she napped when she was a baby. She is “napping” right at this moment.

I splurged and bought the “good” tissue the last time I went to the grocery store. That’s right…..Puff’s Plus with lotion baby! I am blowing my nose in style this week.

I don’t think that Leonardo DiCaprio is Jay Gatsby.

I don’t think anyone should judge how a person honors or grieves someone they have lost. Don’t go there.

Sunshine makes everything better….except writing the student loan check. That bites, especially when the person you are writing the check for is taking a nap!

It’s dress season which means I have to shave my legs.

The Noise In My Head ( and it is singing Beach Boy songs!).

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Pablo

Dear Pablo

PabloDear Pablo,

When I went to bed last night my head was filled with you and all the other students and worried about how the Boston Marathon Bombings were affecting all of you. I was worried that you all would be fearful and even worse paralyzed by the evil that invaded so close to home. Then I remembered how all of you comforted us, the adults, after The Sandy Hook School shootings just by being your usual goofy selves. Never once for a single moment did I think that while I was worried about tragedy that you had only heard bout an actual tragic event was taking you away from us. Never did I think I would not see your silly smile when I walked into school today. Never did I think I would long to have the chance to say to you once again “Pablo, please stop talking”. Never did I think that I would not see you shine on the stage as the Giant in this years drama production. I was not surprised when you told me that you had already memorized your lines.  Never did I think that you would no longer be bothering me for books and adding to your “Books to Read” pile. Never did I think we would finally have a Book Fair, you had been begging for a Book Fair, and you would not be here to benefit from it. Never did I think that I would pull your well read and often borrowed book on Greek Mythology from the bookshelves and hold it in my arms thinking that you had held this exact same book. By the way, I am taking the book home and keeping it is a reminder of you. You, precious boy, signed the book out 6 times! Never did I think for one single minute that I would not watch you dance at the 5th grade dance and walk across the stage at the moving on ceremony.Never did I think that you would not grow up to the be the amazing young man I thought you would be.I always believed you would make a wonderful lawyer. You loved to think things through from all sides and you loved to talk! I will never read any of the Classics for Young Adults again and not think of your excitement in discovering these “New, Old Stories”,your name for them. Never did I think that you would be taken from us at the age of 10. Never. Of all the terrible thoughts I had last night this is the one terrible thing I could never have imagined in all my worse imaginings. Never.

I Miss You,

Mrs. Cimmino.

April 22, 2013

Sambella. No Big Deal.

Sambella. No Big Deal.
Look! Sambella is flying!

Look! Sambella is flying!

My niece Sam is gay. Most of the time she is also happy. Other times she is in her Blue Funk but that is a topic for another post. Sam is a lot of things other than gay. She is funny, a chef, a sister, wicked good at backgammon and she has too many tattoos. Ok, that last one is an opinion. It is funny because when I think of Sam her being gay is not the first thing that pops into my mind. Honestly, we always knew Sam was gay. Maybe even before she did. There was no huge declaration or coming out she just told us and we just knew. No big deal. I could not love her more even  if she were my own and  I still wanted the same things I wanted for her before she came out that I wanted for her after she did.I want her to be happy, to find the perfect pair of jeans, to be loved, to go to Disney, to one day have a family of her own and to stop getting tattoos. I really only think about Sam in terms of being gay when the News runs a story or when Politicians are being stupid about it. I dont define Sam as gay or hetero. I define Sam as the wonderful person she is. I remember when my goddaughter, Angelina, who is know 13 was little she adored Sam. She loved spending time with her. She still does.When Angelina would talk about Sam it went something like this. “Auntie, when is Sam coming to visit? I love her” and “He is so much fun to play with.Do you think she will bring her guitar? When is he getting here?”. I laughed at her innocent confusion and how she would go back and forth between the two genders without missing a beat. I asked her Mom, my friend Michelle, if we should be concerned or speak with her and God Bless her she said “She sees Sam for who she is. It’s OK. No big deal”. I loved her for that. I have really good taste in friends. So, I was thinking maybe Angelina could go explain to the politicians of the world that Sam is Sam and whether you call her Samantha, Sam, Sambella or Poopy Head Sex Addict ( This refers to the years she was a Yankee’s fan which is a bigger concern than Sam merely being a lesbian. A Yankee’s Fan!?! I don’t think so!) She is a person that deserves the same rights as everyone else. It really is that simple. No Big Deal. Now if she would only stop getting tattoos…………

Showing of her new shoes. Too cool for school.

Showing off her new shoes. Too cool for school.

Uh Oh!

Uh Oh!
My laptop needs to be plugged in!

My laptop needs to be plugged in!

I broke my laptop. I did it and I am owning it. Suddenly the battery will not stay charged. When I asked The Thinker to help me he said in a very exasperated voice “Ma! I told you not to keep it plugged in all the time!”. I honestly have no recollection of that so I said “You did?, I do not remember you telling me that”. Triple P heard the conversation and piped in with her two cents. “Mom! remember when I had the same problem with my laptop?” and then accusingly “We told you about this? Don’t you listen?”. I could not help myself. I ended the conversation with “Really? I don’t listen to you when you give me helpful advice?” and “Imagine that…someone just trying to give advice and the other person not listening!?!” and finally “Imagine that……….”

I dont think either one of them are going to help me install the new battery.

The Thinker loves me…..this I know.

The Thinker loves me…..this I know.

If you are a Mother you know it is not for the faint of heart. Especially if you are The Thinkers Mom. That is me. Secretly I believe he is trying to make me crazier than I already am. I kind of sort of expected the lights being left on, dirty clothes on the floor, wet towels on the furniture, his things everywhere but where they belong but what I did not expect as he got older was the absence of hugs, kisses and “I love you Mom”. I think things started to change when I went from Mommy to Mom. The Thinker very much lives inside his head so little things like saying goodbye before he leaves the house or goodnight before he goes to bed are not foremost on his mind. I am constantly reminding him to do these things as it hurts my feelings and makes me crazy which most likely just gets pushed to the same side of his brain that hears “Pick up your clothes” and “Turn off the lights” which does not help my cause. Nagging. When I doubt that he even likes me I pull loving memories from my heart of a blonde tousled haired little boy who would not start his day without a hug and a butterfly kiss. I also secretly admit to myself that I like to believe that he cried every morning when I left him at Pre School because he missed me too much. So, when I go downstairs to do laundry and come back up to find he has left the house without telling me I try not to pull my hair out and throw myself down the stairs. (I am not overly dramatic or anything like that).

Then something happened that made my heart swell with love. He bought me bread. Wait, he bought me bread without me even asking him to do it or to pay him back. Even better, he bought me bread and marked it as mine.If you know me at all you know I am obsessed with grilled cheese sandwiches. I may not eat them often but when I do I want it now! More often than not when I go to make one some of the ingredients I need are usually gone. Eaten but not replaced by someone in the family. Sometimes it does not bother me sometimes I turn into the Kracken from Greek Mythology. On this day The Thinker noticed that he used the last of the grilled cheese bread and he left the house without saying goodbye, drove to the store, bought me the bread, came home, left the bread for me on the counter not in the bread drawer, took a shower, left his wet towel on the floor, left the lights on in the bathroom. left the faucet dripping, used the last of the toilet paper and did not replace the roll, got dressed and left the house again without saying goodbye. As as I walked through the house picking up after him and becoming more and more frustrated I spotted the loaf of bread on the counter. I walked over to put it where it belonged and when I saw the bread I knew he loved me and it was sweeter than a butterfly kiss. This I know.bread

Pope Francis

Pope Francis

                     These pictures make me teary and my heart happy at the same time.

I love all the different hands  supporting the boy.

I love all the different hands supporting the boy.

 

Look at his sweet smile.

Look at his sweet smile.

           The Noise In My Head (and it is filled with wonder at the power of a simple hug).

Me and Sally Field

Me and Sally Field

Sally FieldOk you guys…..Here comes an appeal for you to like me. I feel like Sally Field!
“You like me, right now, you like me!” I have almost 6,000 hits on the blog. Amazing! Suffice it to say that 5,500 of them are me constantly checking in and  399 of the hits are my Mom but that leaves a few of you that stop by  every once in a while to see what is in my crazy head. I like sharing with you. I appreciate you coming by for a visit. Could I ask a favor of you? Could you follow me? Well,not literally follow me around because you would be bored completely out of your mind plus I would have to shower and put on real clothes not my everyday “Cleaning Clothes” , but could you follow the blog? All you have to do is enter your email and then accept the notification that is sent to your inbox. I would really like to know who is reading the blog and who is not because then I could call those people and yell at them…….

I am including the links to the Blogs that I follow that  always make me laugh, enlighten me, inspire me and make me want to be a nicer person. I hope that you will follow them as well, you will not regret it, but follow me first!

Happy Spring!

Vanilla Sugar Blog

NieNiedialogues

EdWhiteSpace

The Pioneer Woman

The Noise In My Head…..(And it is screaming “Please LIKE ME!).