Ice Damming... Damn it!

It's not a good sign when my 6.5 year old wakes us up with these words "It's leaking in the living room."

All I Want for Christmas is...

A sweater dress.  That's it.  Sounds simple - or so one would think, but I want this aforementioned dress to look great on me.  Oh well.

I wear a lot of turtlenecks.  They are easy and cheap.  I am all about the ribbed turtleneck.  When I was 15 my father would yell at me because he felt that only gays wore turtlenecks. None of my gay friends wear turtlenecks.     Did they miss the memo from my dad about the dress code?

Today my 1st grader wanted to stay home because he was tired.  Of course he went to school, but it amazed me how he has the chutzpa to even fight me on it.  Maybe I was just more of a savvy liar when I was a kid and lied about the stomach ache.

I worked today.  I have a job where I work about ten hours a week doing marketing for a chiropractic office.  I found it on Craig's List.  What can't you find on Craig's List, that's what I want to know.  So, I was at work for my 3.5 hours.  It's so normal.  I can't get over the normalcy.  Here, I go in, do my work, pee twice and that's it.   Sounds normal.  Not what I am used to by far.  The dysfunction that took place in my last job was so extreme - I can't even say it's opposite.  That requires it's own blog.  Hell, it deserves it's own volume in a psych journal.  Of course I miss it at times,  the drama, inappropriateness, the lunch.

I love lunch.  I love to go out to lunch.  That was part of my last job, eating lunch with the boss.  In the beginning we had a huge fight about paying.  It turned into - your turn, my turn, your turn, my turn.  When I quit, he brought on another friend, who also goes to lunch.  I call it the Loser Lunch Club.  Even when I was in it. It's not self deprecating - it's fact.

OK - so here is a thought, if you are being self-deprecating - but you are stating a truth - is it still self deprecating?  How do I find out?

Probably the answer is on Craig's List.

Holiday - Celebrate

My mom is gone a little over 4 months.  Everyone is very loving and sensitive worrying how holidays are for me - especially the first "year" of holidays.

Holidays are not as difficult as Mondays.  Tuesdays can suck too.  Oh yes, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday - can make me sad.  I am not despondent sad.  I haven't been - propbably because the last four months of her life was so horrible for me.  I just miss telling my mom about the minutia.  The minutia - that are my kids - 4.5 and 6.5.  Well, when I say it like that - it's not minutia.

We sent out our holiday cards.  They really are thew cutest thing you ever saw in your life.  What makes me sad, is my mom hasn't called to tell me yet.  I am waiting.  Phone ain't ringing.  It's a Wednesday.  My mom would gvell over my little stories of my boys to know end.  If I sent her a photo she would immediately print it out.  God knows how much color ink she went through.  Me, I get pissed when I print out anything in color - even inadvertantly.

So, I miss my mom and I am going to turn to my blog - which I don't really spend much time on.  But, I think I am going to try to share the minutia with my mom this way.  I share it all with my dad, and man I love him - but it's not the same.  He called first thing to tell me how he loved the card,. but it wasn't my mom on the other end.  Although, on my cell phone, their numbers are still in under "mom."  I have no desire to change that. 

I don't talk about missing my mom so much.  It's not that I don't miss her. but I guess I am accepting of how sick she was and the pain she was in and this was the next step.  I try to keep her alive for my kids.  My older one told me that every time he thinks of Florida he thinks of my mom.  He seemed scared to tell me that.  I told him he can talk about Grandma Florida as much as he wants.  I couldn't bring myself to donate a couple of litle board books she bought for them what seems like forever ago.  One is a Dr. Seuss, and the other A Crack in the Track (Thomas).  I want my boys to know she bought these for them.  She crocheted the baby yalmulka the older one had at his bris.  I keep it in his drawer - I get warm every time I put his underwear away.  It actually make putting away laundry a little sweeter...

Wednesday can be tough.

Notice Me...

Alexa Ray Joel's big hit ... I can't get it out of my head.  Actually when I dropped off the younger it just came on the ol' 20 on 20, and I almost wished I could hit pause.  Notice me, notice me.

Story of my life.  Have been in house all getting loads done.  Loads of laundry, work, cleaning.  Just loads.  They say BIG RAIN coming our way.  I am waiting... 

Notice me... Notice me...

So What's New...

Last weekend we went to the Westin Diplomat Resort in Hollywood, Florida.  It truly is our favorite family vacation spot.  We had a great time - although it was hard to see my dad so sad - even though it is just two months since my mom's passing.  He was doing well in his own house, it was when we were at the Diplomat that it was a struggle. It was the first time he was there without my mother.

Today, we had a bar mitzvah on Long Island.  Our kids were included - but we weren't sure if they should come - but they did and had a great time.  Also passed out without argument tonight.  Gotta love that.

Finished the book Best Friends Forever by Jennifer Weiner.  Enjoyed it.  Now I have to start my bookclub book - Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet.  Stay tuned.

Husband is at his 30th High School reunion tonight...  Hoping he brings home a sister wife for me.  Only kidding.  He texted me he is having fun and and on his way home.  He looked cute leaving...

I have no desire to go to any of my reunions.  I fear that I am the same girl I was in 2nd grade - or hell let's face it a senior - and everyone will remember... 

Chub a chub chub, eating Fried Chicken in a Tub

So - I am procrastinating - just a bit.  I have my first meeting for a book club tonight.  How is it that I made it to 44 and never was part of a book club.  So the book I need to finish in a few hours is My Name is Memory.  I am enjoying it - but because I feel guilty about sitting an reading a book, I have to putz on the computer, do laundry and try to start to pack for Florida.  In the midst of all this - I was much angered to not have anything to wear.  Not for Florida.  For now - right this minute.

My size 12's are all a dream right now - and there isn't a 14 in the house.  The only two items I have that are 14's are summer skirts that don't hit my chubby knees.  I actually have my third pair of tights on and will put on boots to go with one of these pairs of tights.  All to pick up my kids from school and go to Shop Rite and fill up on Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi. 

The big let down was my Safety 12's (Calvin Klein's that say 12 - but fit like a bigger size) wouldn't button unless I laid on my bed and sucked in everything I had.  I stood up in such pain that I had to lay back down to take them off.  What were these safety jeans to me...  I would wear them once and they would fall down - just a matter of months ago.  Effing food.

So today, I have been perfect with my food.  I even walked the boys to school - it started to rain en route home so I couldn't tack on my extra mile.  I guess I could - I chose not to.  Of course I am thinking I will be the fattest at the book club...  Like that matters.  Fattest - but perhaps the most funny!!!!

Blogging from my phone???

Hello My Friends Hello, Just Called to Say Hello

Here I go again...



How I have missed blogging - because in the end of I love writing - or I love talking and writing is another way of talking. (just without the Northern New Jersey Jewish accent).

I love the blogging community. Big fan of all the Canadians.

Lost my mom 7 weeks ago. No, I didn't misplace her, she died. Cancer. I once heard in a self help book that people who say "I can" all the time are the ones more prone to get Cancer. I thought it was smokers.

One "The Biggest Loser" tonight was a woman who lost her 3 year old son to Cancer. Did he say "I can" too much? Did he smoke? Doubtful. Go figure.

"The Biggest Loser" started it's 10th season. Can they say 10th season when they have 3 a year - it's like trimesters. Thank goodness for DVRs. I can stop and pee or fast forward during the home videos of people eating like a bad dream. Oddly enough I am somewhat envious for their ability to do that on camera.

My weight is up - 30 pounds from my lowest. Still quite a way from my highest- but still nothing to brag about - or even blog about.

I started walking. Well actually have been walking for about 43 years - but have been walking my kids to school for the last couple of weeks and then have been extending my walk an extra bit - to make 2.5 miles. The 2.5 has been the last 2 days. Two days, but still expect everyone to jump and tell me what a difference it has made and how toned I look. After all I did spend $95 on sneakers. Don't tell my husband - he'll have a stroke. But according to Jakub (I didn't spell this wrong) at the Sports Authority - I have a wide toe box and needed a shoe that would accommodate such imperfections. Wide toe box? I want to make it sound sexy and I just can't.