Monthly Archives: May 2013

Grandfather Clock.

Grandfather Clock.

Did you miss me? I missed you but I really, really missed my laptop. I do not like change and without a doubt I am not an iPad girl. Anyhow……we are reunited again and I could not be happier.

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During my laptopless ( it’s a word) days I spent a weekend with my sister Jimi at her house in Conn.  I love visiting her for the obvious reasons but I love being in her house because it is furnished with a lot of my grandparents furniture. You would think that I would be insanely jealous that she has so much of their furniture but it makes me ridiculously happy. If you have ever been to my house you know there is absolutely no room for it. Georjan has some of their outdoor furniture and it would not go in Andi’s house at all so, I am happy that Jimi uses it and I can see it whenever I go to visit her. Each piece brings back memories of comfort but none more than the Grandfather clock. I love that clock. It sat in the little area at the bottom of the staircase in my grandparents house. I loved their house. It was the most magical home filled with all sorts of nooks and crannies. I have never been able to aptly describe how special it was but sometimes at night when I can not sleep I close my eyes and go through the house room by room in my mind and I can still remember every detail, color and piece of furniture in each room. My happiest childhood memories are wrapped up in that house. But the Grandfather clock will always have a place of honor in my heart. It chimes every 15 minutes and you would think that would bother me as I tried to go to sleep but it was the exact opposite, it soothed me to sleep. The chimes were a sweet lullaby. If I woke up during the night I would wait to hear the chimes and they would reassure me that all was well. On special days my Grandfather would take an ornate key from his desk drawer and wind the clock. My sisters and I would stand close by and watch him open the door and carefully perform the task. I loved watching him do it.

After my Grandparents sold the house in New York (I am still not over it) their new house in Conn. did not have room for the clock so it was in my Mom’s house for a few years. Marissa was an infant when they lived in that house and there were many nights I nursed her with only the chimes from the clock keeping me company. When she had colic the only thing that distracted her from her crying were the few seconds the clock chimed. As she grew older she would imitate the sound of the chimes. I think it comforted her as much as it had always comforted me. When my Mom moved to Colorado I feared for my beloved clock and was thrilled when Mom said it would reside at Jimi’s house. Last Saturday I went to visit my sister. We had a lovely dinner and lots of laughs and when I went to bed the Grandfather clock lulled me to sleep just as it has for the last 50 years and I was wrapped up in my grandparents love. I love that clock.

Notes from a Book Fair

Notes from a Book Fair

Things I have learned at Book Fair;

 

The student’s money is always crumpled and sticky.

 

In every class there is one student that pays entirely in nickels and pennies.

 

I had to say more than once “There is no crying at Book Fair!”.

 

Every 5th grade boy wants to buy a poster of a Ferrari, not a book.

 

If the student gets 86 cents in change they are going to ask “What can I buy for 86 cents?”.

 

The “Moms” are amazing volunteers.

 

I get excited at the sight of so many books. Sad but true.

 

Pete The Cat and His Groovy Buttons is an awesome book.

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Pablo was with us in spirit. We sold out of Greek Mythology books (his favorite).

 

I can not explain State Tax to an 8 year old and make sense of why he still owes 63 cents to pay for things like snow removal. I kind of understand how they feel.

 

I can eat donuts all day long and still be hungry.

 

When you least expect it the universe can surprise you.

 

I would do it all again……..next year.

 

I would add a picture of Pete the Cat but I still do not know how to add pictures from my iPad.

 

The Noise In My Head (and it is filled with little kids voices saying “Mrs. Cimmino, how much is this? Do I have enough money?)

 

 

 

 

 

 

What I am thinking right now………..

What I am thinking right now………..

 

The noise in my head this morning is deafening…………….

Somebody recently told me that if people march to a different drummer than I must march to a full band. I do not think it was a compliment but I liked it!

I did not win the Powerball

My laptop is broken and The Thinker will not let me run out and buy a new one until he has tried everything to fix it. Right now we are waiting on a battery. I hope that does the trick. I miss my laptop and I do not  like the iPad. It feels like I am cheating with a newer, sleeker piece of technology which is just wrong like wearing white after Labor Day or Donald Trump’s hair. I think I see a new post in the future of things I think are wrong. Like socks with sandals.

I can not stop eating.

Today starts week three of Physical Therapy and I am still not wearing cute shoes.

I just read that at The Billboard Music Awards last night Justin Bieber was given a Milestone Award. Really? Isn’t he 12?

. So many people have been throwing me under the bus lately I am thinking of changing my name to Speed Bump.

I do not know how to add an image on the iPad so this post will be picture less.

I do not believe that the celebrities/actresses in the hair color commercials actually color their own hair. I just can not picture JLo sitting at the kitchen table with a ratty t-shirt on while Casper puts the Clairol in her hair, I just do not belive it but I do believe in Santa Claus so go figure.

I just came home and wanted to finish up this post when I turned on the news………..

I am horrified by the images in Oklahoma. The noise in my head is silenced because my heart is praying.

Putting the rumors to rest/Just the facts.

Putting the rumors to rest/Just the facts.
They are so pretty!

They are so pretty!

I just want to put all the rumors to rest. I am simply stating the facts.  The truth is The Thinker, all on his own, did present me with a bouquet of flowers for Mother’s Day! It is true.  His sister did not shame him into it. His father did not ask him to do it. He just went out and did it all on his own. “Here Mom, these are for you”. Needless to say I was blown away and I really do not remember much of what happened after that because I blacked out. The Thinker bought me flowers. Fact.

Proud Mommy Moment

Proud Mommy Moment

tumblr_mgd2otFO751s2jm3mo1_250Princess Pissy Pants is feeling a little bit under the weather. Nothing major just a little run down from her busy schedule. The following conversation just take place.

PPP: “I think I need fluid’s”.

Me: “Why don’t you have some cranberry juice with a splash of seltzer. It is refreshing”.

PPP: “I really don’t like cranberry juice unless it is mixed with vodka. I don’t like soda either. It needs alcohol”.

My work here is done.

A simple reminder.

A simple reminder.
I do love flowers. Hint, Hint.

I do love flowers. Hint, Hint.

Dear Princess Pissy Pants and Thinker,

I just wanted to take a minute out of my busy, busy day to remind you both that Mother’s Day is one week from today. I would make a list of suitable gifts to acknowledge your love and appreciation for me but as I stated earlier, I am very busy. I have to finish all your laundry, clean the bathroom, shop for groceries, prepare dinner, pay the cell phone bill, car insurance and student loans and change Jack’s litter box (the cat you promised to take care of). And this all takes time because clearly I am still weak from the 40 plus hours of combined labor and 2 C-Sections.  Really, I trust your choices for me.Your gift does not have to be extravagant or unique. I have always taught you both that it is the thought that counts. I just thought that as your Mother I should put the thought into you head. One week. Mother’s Day. Don’t forget!

Love,

Mom.

 

I could have been a super model…..No really, I could have.

I could have been a super model…..No really, I could have.
He could have been my hot musician boyfriend.

He could have been my hot musician boyfriend.

F.Y.I, During the 1600’s my body type (Zaftig, Rubenesque…..you know, PLUMP!) would have been considered the ideal. I would have been a freaking super model, married to a celebrity musician like Arcangelo Corelli and feeding each other grapes in our opulent baroque country house. Is it my fault I was born hundreds of years too late to be appreciated? Gisele and all the other Victoria’s Secret models would have been considered unhealthy and unattractive, So eat a Cadbury Mini Egg and think about that Gisele.