Saturday, August 2, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
His mother and sister had other plans.
Enter Doris, his sister Virginia's best friend who had, up until that point, always been one of his little sister's giggly friends. Flash forward a few years and he came home to find that the girl he never would have given a second thought to, was now a lovely young woman.
Or, "hot tomato" as he prefers to characterize her.
And so the courtship began. It was love almost immediately and the highlights include him pacing outside church while she attended Saturday mass and he eagerly awaited Saturday date night. From the moment she pulled him under the mistletoe, he could think of little else.
Thankfully, he was able to think enough to put himself through school, start a wonderful career, marry the love of his life, and build a beautiful family five children strong.
She has been gone entirely too long now, but I am quite certain his love is as ardent for her as it ever was. I was so young when she passed, my memories are highlights on a luminous reel...and of what little I do recall, their love must have been some kind of epic.
And as we prepare to celebrate our 7th anniversary, my thoughts also go to those before us who showed us how it's done. The song for today may strike most of you (at least those under 60) as an odd choice for Gen Xers, but it is the song we dance to in our living room when no one is around (DJs refuse to play it publicly, for some reason).
Here's to old fashioned love, my love.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
We knew we want to get married and we knew we wanted to start our lives together right away, but we had no idea where.
So, we moved into a borrowed shore house for an extended honeymoon in the off-season. Those months were some of the happiest I've known and celebrating our anniversary is as much about how far we've come and all that we've done, as it is remembering those younger times when everything was before us.
I clearly remember listening to this song some late night driving back from somewhere with the windows rolled down and the smell of the ocean air filling the car...and it seemed there was no one else on Earth.
My interest is waning, my obligations are mounting, and my creativity is at an all time low...
So, at least for the next week or so, my posts will be sporadic until I pick back up again mid-August. The only exception to this will be a daily song dedicated to my one and only as we approach our 7th wedding anniversary.
I guess this amounts to a summer vacation, but when my regular postings return, I'll have that story ready...along with a whole lot more.
Please stay with me....and thanks for reading.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Summer, though not my favorite season, is as much a state of mind as it is a climate change. It is hot temperatures, backyard fun, margaritas, trips to the beach, long days, and walks after dinner. It is sundresses and sandals, bubbles and barbecues. It is also a great time for music.
Blasting from car radios or live performances at an outdoor concert, the sounds of summer are as catching as the ice cream man's truck intends them to be. Each year a new song vies to be the summer song, with this year's overwhelming choice seeming to be the curious, "I Kissed A Girl" by Katy Perry. However, there are always the standard summer hits, and though I realize a lot were not included on the list, I threw in the obvious ones, as well as my own favorites.
Unfortunately, this evening found me wishing his return would come sooner than later.
It was one of those days that had me exhausted and out of creative ideas by 10 AM. The kids were good, but the day was determined to drag and by the time I was preparing dinner, it felt like I'd aged some.
But, the fun was just beginning.
Since my husband's day turned out to be long as well, I fed the kids early (something to do), and set them up with the final round of toys while I cleaned up the dinner dishes.
As I listened to them play, tummies full and happy, I allowed my mind to drift away to plans for tomorrow and my internal to-do list. Hardly a moment had passed before the familiar sounds of my little man, hard at work on his diaper, found me in the kitchen.
I gave him a minute to himself before heading into to begin the drudgery...only a minute proved to be too long.
As it were, the diaper was no match for the digestion and the evidence was all over my family room floor.
I am having a very large glass of wine as I type this....that, coupled with the lingering smell of carpet cleaner is helping me to finally let go that breath of relief.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Quick and Easy Shrimp Primavera
Prep Time: 10 min.
Recipe Provided By: Kraftfoods.com
8 ounces rotini pasta, uncooked
1/2 cup KRAFT LIGHT DONE RIGHT! Zesty Italian Reduced Fat Dressing
1 pound medium shrimp, cleaned
1 large red pepper, chopped
1 cup packaged matchstick carrots
1 cup fresh sugar snap peas
2 cloves garlic, minced
2 tablespoons KRAFT 100% Grated Parmesan Cheese
1 teaspoon grated lemon peel
1) Cook pasta as directed on package.
2) Meanwhile, heat dressing in large nonstick skillet on medium heat. Add shrimp, vegetables and garlic; cook and stir 3 to 4 min. or until shrimp are pink and vegetables are crisp-tender.
3)Drain pasta; toss with shrimp mixture.
4) with cheese and lemon peel.
We packed up the kids and headed for Barnes and Noble. As with most, our B&N has endless choices for written entertainment and research, as well as a lively kids section with informative assistants, well-organized aisles, and, most importantly, a train table to provide some additional distraction.
As is our habit, one of us stays with the kids for reading and train play, while the other escapes to the aisles. We give each other some time before swapping roles, and then pack up our choices and head home.
I fulfilled the role of child-guard first, and that's precisely where the story comes in.
Both children were quietly pushing around the beat up trains alongside two other children, who were about the same age as my 3 year old daughter. While the little girl across from my daughter was also playing quietly, the little boy to my daughter's left was a little rambunctious, but in no way out of line or in need of discipline.
My son, however, did not exactly see it that way.
At one point, the little boy, having seen my daughter pick up another train near him, yelled, "Hey, I was about to use that!" and then proceeded to grab it from my daughter's hand.
My 13 month old who was either defending his sister's honor or simply reacting to the boy's hostile body language and tone, released a "Ahhh!" and then smacked him.
Yes, smacked his arm.
The boy shouted out another, "Hey!" and then looked for his exhausted father who was hiding behind the tilt-a-whirl of Berenstein Bear books with eyes perpetually rolling.
Now, at no point do I think what my son did was appropriate behavior. I scooped him up and said, "Joseph, hitting hurts," and then I sat him on my lap for a "break". I took this action because he did need to be told hitting is wrong (even if he did not fully comprehend the whole consequence thing) and also because I had an audience of 3 year olds who were watching me with measured eyes to see if the rules applied to everyone.
However, deep, deep, deep down in my heart of hearts, I may have felt the slightest bit of pride for the mere fact that my little man may have just demonstrated his first act of loyalty for his big sister.
Maybe just a little.
However, since they have all returned to their respective homesteads, and because I am also hosting TWO playgroups this week, I thought it best to send out a warning to anyone who may want to stop by the old ranch:
Do not expect it to shine like the top of the Chrysler Building.