Tuesday, July 14, 2009

$13 Saved. $12 Lost

Yes, I saved myself $13 when I found the back to my earring last week.

And yesterday I lost $12, plus tax, when a four-pack of deodorant fell off the roof of my car onto a four-lane road. Don't ask.

Yup, I am just lucky that way.

The ironic thing, I was going to return the deodorant because I accidentally bought the $12 four-pack instead of the $7 four-pack.

So I guess now I am technically out $19.

Plus tax.

Yay me.

Friday, July 10, 2009

How to Find The Back to An Earring In High Pile Carpeting or Why I Should Have Bought a Berber

Opps, I did it again.

I took my earrings off as I was sitting at my computer and I dropped the back.

The last time, I never found it and it cost me $13 to order a new back. Why you ask? Because my stupid earrings are a screw back and the several jewelers I have been to do not carry the size I need. Yes, I know most jewelery stores carry, oh about 300 earring backs. I am just lucky that way.

And after about 20 minutes of crawling around under my desk with a flashlight, hubby and I gave up looking.

But you know how they say necessity is the motherhood of invention. Well have I got an invention for you.

Ok, not so much of an invention as it is an idea, but I am still proud of myself.

I took a piece of screen I found in the garage - don't ask, I didn't. I taped it over the vacuum hose and I vacuumed away.

Of course I had to stop several times to clean out all the dust and other little crap that was under my desk. But I found it!

So now my earrings are back securely in my ears, the rug underneath my desk is clean and I still have $13 in my wallet. All is good in the world.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Moving On Up...

But not to a deelux apartment on the East Side.

A few weeks ago, after reading this article in our local paper, my husband and I decided that it really is time to get off of Long Island. Step-son #3 will be entering his senior year of High School in the fall, so we have to wait for him to graduate. But that hasn't stopped us from scouring the internet for places to live. And drooling over nicer houses that cost half as much as ours.

I've talked about this before and we thought we'd wait a few years, but we don't think we have that kind of time. If the property taxes go the way they're predicting, it may get harder to sell.

Again, Dallas, Texas is the front runner because my husband runs his company's Dallas office. And I have to admit that I love everything I have read about the Plano area, but it's far from my friends in New York and family in New Jersey. And I don't look good in a cowboy hat.

We're also looking at the Baltimore, Maryland area and Charlotte, North Carolina.

We know we have time and we know we're going to have to do a lot of research. We've even talked about taking little jaunts to the areas. I will of course need to check out the local Target (and any suburb that has one of those grocery store Targets will move to the top of the list). And my husband will want to check out some restaurants to see which places have our favorite beers on tap.

Oh, and I suppose we will need to check out the schools for the little one. Yeah, definitely put that on the checklist.

But I have lived in NY my whole life and have no idea what it's even like to live elsewhere.

How will I adapt to the TV channels being different?

Will I miss Sue Simmons and Chuck Scarborough giving me my 5:00 news?

How will I learn the quickest route to Target? (Targets are everywhere, right??)

Will I know where to find the ketchup in my new grocery store?

I've heard that in other parts of the US, women don't call it a pocketbook - what do they call it??

If I order a meatball "hero" from an pizzeria, will they laugh at me? Am I supposed to call it a sub or a hoogie?

Is pizza even good in other states?? (Once I leave the NY/NJ area, I don't eat pizza...or chinese food. Yes, we're snobs that way.)

Will all the years of making fun of southern accents and phrases like "y'all" and "the piggly wiggly" come back to haunt me? What they hell is a piggly wiggly anyway?

Will people only befriend me to make fun of my lawng island accent?

And what, oh what will I do with all that extra money? No more $10,000/year in property taxes! No more $400 electric bills!

Well, that alone is enough to get me excited. Bring on the meatball sub y'all!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Dad

My father is my hero for many reasons.

The obvious one is because he dedicated 22 years of his life serving the people of New York City as a firefighter.

And my father loved his job. He didn't love it for the "8 days of work a month" or for the benefits or so he can act like a big shot and say he's "on the job". He loved what he did. And he has countless stories to prove it. And just ask, he'll tell you. He also worked in one of the roughest neighborhoods in Brooklyn because that's where the action was. Even though his father was on the job and he could have gone to any house, he chose that one and stayed there.

Everyone has their own September 11, 2001 stories. And my dad, while not there during the collapse of the towers, was there for months following. Because that was his job. I'll never forget that afternoon when all NYC fireman were called in to work and my mother told him that she didn't want him going in. And he just said to her that he had to go. It was his job and those were his brothers.

My dad lost friends, went to way too many funerals and cried a lot. He was never too tough to show how sad he really was.

But no matter how macho my dad was when it came to his job, it never stopped him from coming home and cooking dinner. Or helping with homework. Or doing laundry. Or playing with us to give mom a break.

He isn't perfect. He is a little rough around the edges and he didn't always know what to do with a house full of women (especially since he grew up with five brothers and only one sister). But he tried.

And he did whatever it took to support his family. That always meant having a second job, but at times it also meant having a third.

I am lucky to have him. And even luckier to marry someone who I think is a lot like my father. They are probably the two most selfless people I know.

Happy Father's Day to all!

Friday, June 19, 2009

Sometimes I Should Just Keep My Mouth Shut

So yesterday morning my husband calls me after he drops our daughter off at daycare to tell me that he received a notice that she will be moving to the three-year old room at the end of the month.


Since I refuse to believe my baby will be moving into her third classroom at daycare, I call and ask if she can stay in the toddler room until September. I say that it seems like it would be easier during the summer for her to stay with her friends and then move when the "year" starts. What I actually mean is "I don't want my daughter to grow up. Can't she stay in the toddler room and sing 'Mister Sun' at the top of her lungs forever?"

The daycare is fine with my decision, so she will move in September.

Then I get home and read the notice. My husband neglected to tell me this part:




Doh!

Monday, June 15, 2009

I Hope You Can All Come to My Book Signing!

Oh, well I don't actually have a book signing date yet.

Or a book deal.

Or a book for that matter.

But I have the subject and a ton of notes. So that's something. And last week I started to write. Two pages in and I am feeling good. Borders, make room on that new release shelf.

Now I know that every blogger and their mother is writing a book right now. And most of them have actual publishers and everything. So I am realistic to the fact that it may never happen.

And I do own this book. And I hope that one day I'll actually get a chance to read it.

But this has been something that I have wanted to do forever. And like most things, I start but then stop because I am afraid of failure.

I don't like to consider myself a quitter, but when it comes to writing I am afraid I won't stack up. I have so many ideas floating around in my head, but they never quite make it to paper.

My husband was just telling me about some book about A-Rod that only sold 16,000 copies and I was like "wow!" And he was like "no, that's bad." And I was like "oh."

And yes, I know not to overuse the work "like" in my book.

But here I go. Like many, many, many before me, I am taking the leap. I just hope I don't fall...or quit.

In the meantime, while I shower I will continue to practice my interview with Today Show's Matt Lauer.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Mac Update

Yesterday my lovely husband emailed me this article.

I am not sure if he's giving me permission to buy one or just teasing me.

If he is teasing me, I will be wearing lingerie to bed tonight even though I have my period.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Mac Attack

A few years ago I bought a Dell laptop off of ebay. It was right after my daughter was born and I convinced my husband that it would allow me to write and get things done without being chained to my desk upstairs.

I loved that laptop...for about a year.

Now it seems like if you have a PC you might as well be wearing chunky heels and mom jeans. Macs are all the rage. And yes, I am pretty sure that saying is said by only those who own PC's.

So as you can see, I don't have one.

Last night my husband was watching the Stanley Cup playoffs and I wanted to write, so I grabbed my trusty Dell and cuddled next to hubby for some quality time together - yes, we do consider that quality time.

Anyway, my computer froze...as I was trying to open a damn Word document!

Then my husband asked me to look up a website. Froze again.

Then I couldn't open a document on my desktop computer through the network.

I picked up my blackberry and typed to my sis who recently bought Miss Mary Mac. "How much was your MacBook?"

This morning my friend calls me to tell me her husband bought a MacBook last night.

I think the world is trying to tell me something.

And if the fine Apple people want to tell me something, I am more than willing to listen to anything they have to say. Especially if the word "free" is mentioned.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Because Who Doesn't Love Talking About Themselves

Have I mentioned that my family is just chock full of creative people? My cousins and sister are just amazing.

I have one cousin who successfully runs three websites, my sister writes for him and has her own blog, another cousin just finished a tour with his band, we have one finishing her graduate degree at Columbia University and one of the youngest has a blog and her own Etsy shop.

So when creative cousin #4 mentioned me in her blog today, I just had to play. You too can play along. You don't have to be related to us. Although you know you want to be.

What is your current obsession?
My computer and my blackberry. I fear my daughter will remember her childhood with her mother (and father) always on the computer and "checking my phone". Oh, and watching the entire series of Arrested Development, which is the funniest show ever.

What is your weirdest obsession?
Spending 10 minutes in my bathroom examining my pores every night.

What do you see outside your window?
Well it is dark and my blinds are closed. But if it were daylight, I would be looking at my driveway, front lawn and lots of trees.

What is your favourite colour?
Blue. Like a deep blue, not baby blue.

What is your weakness?
Food, food and more food. Oh and crappy television. Love those housewives!

What animal would you be?
Dog. Preferably a dog like my sister's who is spoiled rotten.

What would you like to learn how to do?
Besides write better? Play the piano. Speak another language fluently. Be a better parent (I should probably start by getting off the computer!)

What do you want to never happen in life?
To lose anyone I love. I know that it is bound to happen, but the only death I have really experienced is my grandmother and I didn't deal with that in a healthy way. So I'm afraid of how I will handle the next one. My mother always said that if something were to happen to one of her children, she would die. I always thought she was a little dramatic, but now that I have a daughter I know what she means.

What is on your bedside table?
The most amazing wooden jewelry box my step-son made from me, a lamp, a picture of my daughter, a picture of me, my parents, husband and mother-in-law on our wedding day, a picture of me and my grandmother, a little knickknack that was my grandmother's and an alarm clock. And a thing of baby wipes.

What's the last thing you bought?
A ceiling fan...how boring.

What was your favourite children's book?
Good Night Moon and Turtle Time.

What did you want to be as a child?
Everything! I had such aspirations. I wanted to be a lawyer, a psychologist, an interior designer (which is quite hilarious) or a talk show host. Funny, part-time admin/financial associate was never on the list.

What did you dream about last night?
If you asked in the morning right after I woke up, I would remember. But by 9pm at night, I'm drawing a blank.

Which do you prefer, day or night?
Night. It's my time alone with my husband...and we're usually on our computers. I also really enjoy sleeping.

What's your favourite piece of clothing in your closet?
Yeah, I'm not much of a clothes horse. Sadly it's probably a really comfortable pair of khaki pants from Old Navy. Because they fit.

What's your plan for tomorrow?
I'm off, which means the library with my daughter and some errands. I do have leftover eggplant parmesan, so I am really excited about that.

What would you like to get your hands on right now?
An iMac. But I just got this computer last year and cannot justify it right now. Plus I fear I will love it so much, my daughter will forget who I am and start calling Dora "mommy".

What is your must have of the moment?
My blackberry with cool aps. I really am kind of a dork.

What's your favourite tea flavour?
Not much of a tea drinker. I actually like regular tea with lots of sugar and milk.

If you could go anywhere is the world right now, where would you go?
Any island with a white sandy beach and beautiful blue water. And me lathered up in sunscreen under an umbrella.

What's your favorite quote (for now)?
"Sell crazy someplace else; we're all stocked up here" because seriously, we are. And "I'm the boss applesauce", don't ask where I got that, but I say it to my daughter all of the time.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Where's The Love?

How do you know when your child is tired of you?

She wakes up on the fifth morning that you're off from work and cheerily asks "I go to school today mommy?"

Um, no. One more day with me kid and I promise you can go to "school"* tomorrow.

* "school" is actually daycare.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

On Writing

One of my favorite books is "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac.

Now, I am not sure if it is my favorite because of the actual book or the book plus the story of how it was written. Despite what Wikipedia says, I was taught in college that Kerouac wrote it in three weeks on a continuous scroll (while high on Benzedrine). Since it can sometimes take me over a week to write one blog post, this amazes me (and sadly, I'm only high on Goldfish).

Granted, Kerouac didn't have a three-year old and an obsession with The Real Housewives, but still.

He had talent...and a pretty interesting life. I have not traveled around the US, nor have I ever been heavy into drugs and alcohol, nor have I helped someone cover up a murder. Booooring.

But I have recently discovered that I am not as smart as previously thought. And I have no writing ability. I was hired (by my cousin - gotta love nepotism!) to do some writing for him. I wouldn't say it was hard work, but it was a lot of writing and even more thinking. And by the end my brain hurt.

In the midst of my eleven day writing haze, I thought about authors who I read in college and loved. And then I thought about how none of them had Google or Wikipedia or Thesaurus.com. And then I thought "how on God's green earth did they do it??"

Seriously. I googled EVERYTHING. And much of what I had to write was descriptions for similar items. So I had to get creative. And by creative I mean, use a thesaurus. And that's when Thesaurus.com became my new best friend.

I even briefly considered paying for a subscription to Phrasefinder.com. Because I was drawing blanks on the most common of phrases.

But it got me thinking about real writers. How do they do it? How did they do it before the Internet? Did they just live in the library? Where is my library? Or were they just really smart?

All of these questions are making my brain hurt again. I need to stop thinking.

Bring on those Jersey housewives!

Monday, May 18, 2009

Paper Shredder Blues

I ask you dear reader(s), is there any way possible to empty a paper shredder without making a complete flippin' mess?

At home or at work, I cannot seem to master this skill. I inevitably always wind up with little tiny pieces of paper all over the carpet and then I sit there picking them up one by one. And in case you've never experienced this, carpet and little tiny pieces of paper don't really make for a fun time.

Anyone out there have any paper shredder emptying techniques?

Monday, May 11, 2009

Because Right Now I Need A Little Humor In My Life

Seven weeks ago my husband had two bookshelves delivered to his office and they needed to be assembled.

Knowing that my husband is super swamped at work, I suggested that during the boy's spring break that he offer SS#3 money to come to his office and put together the bookshelves. Mostly so he wouldn't sit in the house all day, but I'm smart enough to present it like it's a learning experience thing and not a "I need a friggin' break, these kids get too many days off" thing.

Yeah, he didn't buy it.

Well today he put together one bookshelf. Yay!

As he was finishing up, a co-worker walked into his office and said "Well it took you 7 weeks. Look like Craig won the pool."

Men will bet on anything.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Que Bien!

I took Spanish in High School and in college. And I honestly do not think I can go to a Spanish speaking country and get out more than a few sentences.

"Donde esta la barra?"

But I keep reading that toddlers brains are like sponges and they pick up on things so quickly, so while at the library, I took out a beginners DVD on teaching your toddler Spanish.

Madre buena.

My little couch potato has already watched in three times. So tonight when she was going to bed, I asked her say good night to daddy in Spanish (it's one of the phrases the DVD teaches).

And my little genius said "Good night daddy in Spanish".

Princeton aquĆ­ nosotros venimos.

Charlotte Dawes

Ever since I had my daughter, I will read a story about a sick child and cry immediately. Usually before I finish the first paragraph.

Charlotte was no exception. By the time I got to the bottom of Charlotte's story, there was a link to donate and I didn't even think twice, I had to send something.

My husband recently went for a hearing test and it cost us $880 after insurance, which I think is a little excessive. So I cannot fathom what major surgery and chemotherapy cost. And when your 18 month old is diagnosed with a rare cancer, the last thing you want to think about is money.

Over the course of a year I do donate to many causes. I send the check or click the submit button through Paypal and file the receipt, never to hear from the charity.

Yesterday I actually got a handwritten Thank You card from Charlotte's parents. I was shocked; these two people are caring for a sick child who finished her last round of chemo not even two weeks ago and they took time to write a thank you card.

My daughter is only a year older than Charlotte. And I can honestly say that if I were in their shoes, I don't think I would have the strength to shower let alone write a thank you card to a stranger.

Toby and JoAnn, you're in my thoughts. I wish Charlotte a speedy recovery.