Sunday, August 26, 2007


Me, Olive, and Chris
August 25th, 2007
Leeann Rimes Concert

When I was a child there really are some memories that I have that are so vivid that at 38 years old I can still remember the day as if it was yesterday. What I was wearing, how I felt, some little flickers of memory that don't seem to really matter, but, for some reason they are vivid and clear. For instance, I can remember a day in first grade during reading circle. One thing I remember is my neighbor struggling on the word "went" during her turn to read. It didn't affect me so I have never realized why I always could recall it. Weird. Another memory I have is the time my mom and I went to see Bobby Vinton at the Warwick Musical Tent. When my mom and I had ridden up to the Tent to get tickets it just so happened that and older man was standing in front of the box office and he was trying to sell two front row tickets to the show because his wife was ill and they couldn't make it. My mom checked with the woman behind the counter to make sure we weren't getting ripped off and it all worked out. Part way through the show I remember nudging my mom over and over telling her I had to go to the bathroom. Finally she cracked and was getting up to take me. Half way up the isle Bobby Vinton stops the show to ask where we were going. {YIKES} He had been singing to us, it was a Polish song, so he asked my mom if she was "Italian". I can remember everyone laughing and this older woman with a cane in the end seat grabbing m arm telling me how cute I was. Now, that memory I know I remember because I had been so excited to see my "Polish Prince" and he stopped the show because I was not in my seat..... These are the things I ponder on sometimes that really don't mean much of anything.

That brings me to last nights show that Chris, Olivia, and I went to. We took or hike up to the South Shore Music Circus to see Leeann Rimes. We went to dinner for Chinese Food (Olivia's pick) where she informed us that "Olive" has been her nickname to her friends from school rather than "Liv, Livie, or anything else". Not exactly what I had envisioned her nickname would be, but, it is better than Lola, or Trixie. We will see where that goes.

It was a great night, and as we sat there enjoyed this beautiful woman's talent I wondered if Olivia would have memories of this tent we are under just as I had as a child of seeing Bobby Vinton with my mom. She weaseled her way down to the front and stood next to a girl in a wheelchair for the second part of the show. She had a ball. Leann Rimes is so incredible. She is beautiful, 25 years old, been in the business for 12 years, married for 6 years, she is incredibly grounded and sweet.


Wednesday, August 22, 2007


Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world. ~Ada Louise Huxtable
Ahhh.......
Living in Rhode Island sometimes I take for granted the beautiful ocean I have right here under my nose. Some people across the country would love the opportunity to be able to drive less than 45 minutes to enjoy a day of lavish waters and soft sand between your toes. Me on the other hand just made it to the ocean last week for the first time this year. Each year I vow to go more the next summer...it never seems to happen. When the girls and I went last week with a girlfriend of mine and her kids it was just beautiful. We were lucky enough to sit in a spot where we were safe from some horrible winds the other end of the beach goers experienced. The six kids played all day without a problem. Maria and I sat, chatted, enjoyed watching the children and every two seconds I asked either her or the kids if I looked like a bronze goddess. They all assured me each and every time "almost". {Its nice to surround yourself by people that make you feel good.} LOL.
A few years back my grandmother Charlotte celebrated her 85th birthday and our family had gotten together to have a celebration. My aunt had gathered up a ton of photos of her through the years and made a beautiful slide presentation, it was set to music and the whole nine yards. There were pictures of her and her husband(s), my mother and her sisters all lined up by age in their matching outfits and haircuts, and there were nice pictures of her and her four daughters each year at Christmas time. Ever since then I had realized that the type of pictures I took weren't even close to being slide show worthy. Most vacation pictures never left evidence was even there. So I have been conscious to take better pictures of the girls together, and with me, pictures with Chris, my mom, their cousins, all so I could make a spectacular slide show for any reason at any given time. So, here is a picture of me and my girls enjoying a day at the beach in our swimsuits, just as we are........without any tensions, and renewing our spirits. Ahhhh.....

Monday, August 13, 2007

Why we should never close our eyes....and turn ourselves over to sleep
7:30 am (still in bed...asleep)
me:...talking a mile a minute
him: "who are you talking to?"
me: {in a harsh voice} "i'm on the phone"
him: "oh"

8:30 am (when we wake up)
him: "who were you talking to so early?"
me: (with a dumb look on my face) "i was dreaming"
him: "you had a lot to say"

As soon as he asked the question, i remembered it immediately.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Love it.....
I have always used Stampin Up! Stamps and supplies for most of the time I have been card making and scrap booking. If I can say so myself... card making has come very easily to me and scrapbooking is more of a challenge. Usually if you give me lots of supplies, or limited supplies it doesn't matter I can whip up a card without any fretting. Do the same and ask for a scrapbook layout and quite honesty I suck! Its OK. But, I think I try to justify the expense etc. with the fact that I am "preserving memories" for my children. Recently, I discovered a company named Close to my Heart (CTMH) and the products tend to be geared more towards scrap booking. By the picture above you can see....I made cards. Twelve little 3x3 cards with a matching "purse" box to hold them. I have come to accept no matter what the product are a scrapbooker I am not meant to be, but, a damn good card maker I am!!!! We can't be perfect at everything.
I do really love this set, mostly because I love paisley. Also, the color combo makes me happy. The reason I have been playing around with the products is because in the future I am planning to hold some classes and teach other people what I love to do.

Now...here is something I have come to realize....
Although people come to this blog and visit...no one leaves me any comments. Viewing other blogs I have come to realize that bloggers bribe readers with "blog candy" in order to leave comments..... I am not sure how I feel about this. But.....if that is what it takes. I will have a special "candy" when I reach 25 comments. Tell me this... What would be a good "blog candy" item?????
There are actually websites out there that will pick a random number for me for the winner.
Stay tuned....

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

A love hate relationship.... at times we have loved to hate each other!

Mother in laws. I have one. (for the second time around) Here is a brief synopsis of "us" because most of you are new to my life and haven't been blessed with meeting this very unique woman.
  • There has never been anyone in this world good enough for Betty's son.
  • I am always wrong.
  • Chris is always right.
  • Everyone is out to get Betty (that is what she thinks).
  • She is perfect, it's the rest of the world that is nuts.
  • My 9 year old daughter is undeniably her favorite (and for this I'm thankful~)
  • She is the life of the party, if she decides to show up.
  • I love her for raising the son she did ~alone.

In the beginning years of Chris's and my dating/marriage when I would arrive in her presence she would leave. She could be babysitting for hours without ever caring how long I am gone and as soon as I come home she would leave. I took it personally for years and then I got over that. We would often have very horrible verbal fights over the phone, hang up on each other, and then one of us would call the other back and talk like nothing ever happened. It was weird, but, it was our relationship.

When Chris and I separated a few years ago the weirdest thing happened. She was the nicest person to me. She would call my house, be polite, ask to talk to the kids, and that was it..it stunned me. No arguing. I went with it. The shocking thing about our separation is this..the people who I would have never expected to be nasty and mean were, but, the expected mean peope weren't mean. I grew a deep respect for her over the four years.

Then Chris and I got back together. The time has changed many things. I am who I am. As is Chris. I am straight forward, usually in some state of confusion, but..again, I am who I am. Sugar coating it doesn't work for me anymore. When I started spending time with Chris again Betty and I had a heart to heart one afternoon at the kitchen table and I told her that I respected her more now than I ever had, because even through everything that had happened, in my eyes, she remained neutral and had excellent self control. I acknowledged how hard that must have been. She then shared with me that she learned and knew that I was the one person in this world that her son loves more than anything and that she didn't realize what a impact I would ever have on him. It was a moment. We were now on common ground. We both said something nice about the other...and meant it.

My work space is in a shared space where my laundry room is and today she came down to visit and did some laundry and ironing. I was at my desk working. When I looked up she was sitting on the stool that the kids sit on when they help me work. She begins to tell me how upset she was when had I left. That she had to go on "tranquilizers" because she was so shaken up. And then in Betty DeLuca style she says, "I don't think I can ever handle that again, so if you decide to leave I will come after you with a gun. Mark my words"

And so the beat goes on.