Forever A Jersey Girl

Later...............

2010-05-23T17:35:00.005-04:00

If you've been stopping by here recently, it's obvious that I've not been posting on any regular basis. It's not that I don't have things I want to write about; most mornings, while I'm putting on my make-up and driving to work, I'm usually composing a post in my head. But it rarely makes it into print. So, I've had a heart-to-heart with myself and have decided to go on sabbatical, so to speak.

I'm currently going through a medical mystery. No one has been able to definitely say why, but the general consensus is that I have some sort of auto-immune thing going on that is attacking my nerves and possibly muscles. The result is I'm in some degree of pain at all times and suffer intermittent weakness in my legs and arms. I haven't been able to get much help from "traditional" doctors, so I'm going to a doctor who has had some success with some alternative therapy. I call him my "Voodoo Doctor." It's costing us a bundle, as insurance doesn't cover most of it. That's a subject for a post: how our health care system allows the insurance companies to decide what treatments we need, no matter what a doctor says.

So, I want to thank those of you who have taken the time to stop by to see what Jersey Girl had to say. Although I won't be posting, I'm still going to be checking out what you guys are up to. And who knows? You may see Jersey Girl return, in the not too distant future, with a new look and a renewed energy.

Until then, peace.

Jersey Girl

In The Beginning

2010-05-15T17:36:00.007-04:00

Many of the things we take for granted, I was around when they were first introduced. I thought about this after spending time with some kids who couldn't believe, at one time, you actually had to GET UP to change the tv channel.

Videos/DVDs - The very first movie I rented was "Gone With The Wind." I remember driving home and looking at the little plastic box sitting next to me and not quite believing that I actually had a movie, let alone GWTW, in my possession.

My GWTW Story

I first saw GWTW when I was a junior in high school and my English teacher, Miss Puma (yes, Puma, like the cat), took the class to NY to see it at Radio City. Being shallow, immature 16 year olds, none of us really wanted to see it, especially when she told us it was so long, it actually had an intermission. (Anyone remember those?) We were just happy to be getting out of classes for the day. But, from the moment I heard Vivian Leigh utter the first words "Fiddle dee-dee", I was swept away to the Old South at the beginning of the Civil War. Thank you, Miss Puma, for introducing this film to me (and for getting us out of school for the day).

Cable TV - I don't remember what movie it was, but when I heard my first "fuck" come from my tv, I was shocked. Not because I never said myself before, but I was just unprepared for it.
Nail Salons - When I was a kid, the only people who got manicures were the wealthy. They would be located in upscale beauty parlors and spas (which was another place where only the "ladies who lunch" would get pampered, while their very important husbands made the money and screwed their secretaries, ala Mad Men). When I saw my first storefront dedicated exclusively to manis/pedis, open in my neighborhood, I thought "Yeah, right. That'll never last." Just proves that I don't know jack. (Actually I do, he's my brother. But you know what I mean).
8 Track Tapes = My GF, Peggy, was the first in my crowd to get one of these installed in her car. I have memories of all of us packed in her '67 Mustang, heading down the shore (we lived in North Jersey then), singing along to Neil Diamond and Carole King's "Tapestry" album which, btw, is one of the best albums ever recorded.
Yogurt - Yes, yogurt. I'm sure yogurt had been around for 100's of years, but only weird, health food lunatics ate it. I think Dannon was the first to sell it's famous "fruit on the bottom" product in supermarkets, turning yogurt into the mainstream product it is today.

Taking Up A Collection For My Doctor

2010-05-14T18:41:00.006-04:00

I got a call today from a collection agency. This is not the norm in Jersey Girl's household. The LSH & I aren't millionaires but, thank God, we can still pay our bills. They were calling to tell me that my account with a doctor (who I still see on a monthly basis) had been sent to them to try to get this outstanding balance paid. I had no idea I owed him anything; no one has mentioned it at my monthly appointments and I've never received a bill. And how much do I owe, you ask?

$10 F'ING BUCKS!

You can imagine my reaction. Well, maybe you can't, but I was beyond dumbfounded. I called the billing office who claimed they had been sending me bills monthly since September. I asked her to tell me the address they were mailing to and, guess what? It wasn't mine. Doesn't the post office return undeliverable mail to the sender? She said she didn't know anything about that. I said "Well, you have my phone number. Why didn't someone call?" Oh, it's not their policy. So, you send it to a collection agency? What percentage of the payment does the collection agency take? 3%?5%? I don't know, but they felt their return on investment was worth sending t to collections. I know many doctors aren't making the money they used to, but this was absurd.

I don't necessarily blame the doctor. I doubt he's very involved when it comes to billing. But, you can bet he'll be hearing an earful from me at my next appointment.

Exit 117

2010-04-27T15:48:00.007-04:00

If you live in what is known in this region as the Tri-State area, I'm positive you have asked this question. You meet someone; they say they're from Jersey; the next question inevitably is "What exit?" I assume that's because to get just about anywhere in this state, you will travel on the NJ Turnpike and/or the Garden State Parkway.

Sunday's edition of the Asbury Park Press asked an interesting question: Does NJ need an image makeover? NJ has always been picked on by late-night hosts and comedians. I assume it has something to do with NOT being New York. Surprisingly, a recent Fairleigh-Dickensen poll showed that 60% of viewers of the show "Jersey Shore" had a positive image of the state versus 44% of non-viewers.

I think the ability to laugh at oneself is a great quality and that's one thing we Jerseyans have. Of course, there's always a few fuddy-duds who have NO sense of humor at all and get their pants all in a twist about the"image" being portrayed of our state on TV. When the Sopranos was on, we had the Italian-Americans up in arms because it portrayed NJ Italians as members of the Mafia. Well, let's face it. Some of them are. I've known a few in my day.

I used to own a travel agency in a town heavily populated by Italians. Every year this group of 4 men would come in to book their annual golf outing. One of them was part owner of a popular Italian restaurant known to be a mob hang-out. He always brought us veal parmigiana sandwiches. And, I admit, they sounded a lot like Tony Soprano's guys. They were very nice and extremely funny. One year, they came in, but were missing one of the guys. Naturally, I asked where he was. Without hesitation, they said he was in prison and wouldn't be able to make it this year. But they had just visited him and he was doing fine. And, sure enough, the following year, the foursome was back. BTW, I never asked why he was in jail. I figured, the less I knew, the better.

I have never seen "Jersey Shore" or the newest addition to reality in NJ, "Jerseylicious." I did catch one of the NJ Housewives episodes and, from what I've been told, it was the best. The one where they're all out to dinner with their spouses and the discussion got heated and one of the wives picks up the table and throws it over. I would like to think that most viewers of any of these reality shows are bright enough to realize that the people on them have to be outrageous. Isn't that why we watch? Honestly, how many people would watch a show about a group of young people who rented a shore house and spent the day reading the Bible and watching "Little House On The Prairie" repeats?

So, all in all, I think we Garden Staters should embrace these images being portrayed today on tv. I agree with an interviewee mentioned in the article. Instead of fighting it, maybe even promoting the images as the land of interesting and different people: "Come to Jersey. You have to see it to believe it!" Fughetaboutit!

BTW, if you're interested in seeing a bit of real NJ, check out this post from last year

Google This

2010-04-24T15:41:00.015-04:00

A few months ago, I posted about how amazed I was to find the diverse locations around the world that some of my readers are from. Now I've been checking out HOW some people find my blog, usually when they google something. Some of them make sense:

Tiffany Blue - This seems to be the most googled phrase that brings folks here, but I'm really not sure why. I googled it and went through at least 6 pages and didn't find any reference to this blog.

Here's To The Ladies Who Lunch - Very surprising how often this phrase is googled. It seems the majority of people who find me through this phrase are from Great Britain. Do "ladies"do lunch there more than here?

California Cows - This subject is a close second, the majority of searches for this are from California (surprise). But like the previous two, I couldn't find a link to my blog when I googled it.

I understand why the above searches link to my blog. But there were a few that not only make much sense, but also, make me ask "WTF were they really looking for?"

Svetlana Stalin Svetlana's Breath perfume buy - Google this and my post titled "Common

Scents" is referenced third. Ok, scents/perfume. I get the connection. But what was this

person looking for, a perfume that smells like Svetlana Stalin's breath?

movie pageant girl sunflowers falls in love with mortician - Google this and the first link that

appears is my post "Guilty Pleasure". I assume the person was looking for the Lifetime

movie "Elvis and Anabel", which this google, for all intents and purposes, is the movie's plot.

Except I don't know what the sunflowers reference is from.

george kurdahl his study - This one had me stumped. Google this and my "Common

Scents" post comes up third. According to Wikipedia, Mr. Kurdahi is the host of the Arab version

of Regis Philbin, hosting "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" on Arab TV.

Then I learned he had his own perfume called "GK." Does Regis know about this?

PS - I have no idea why the color of my font changed in the middle of this post and why it formatted

so weird. The Blogspot Boogie Man is on the loose again.

Random Tuesday

2010-04-20T15:08:00.006-04:00

It's been a LONG time since I've participated in Random Tuesdays, but, as I don't have anything specific to blog about, it seems like a good time to jump back in.

I'm out on disability for a few weeks (nothing major, just a little repair & maintenance; seems as this old body ages, it's requiring more outside assistance to keep operating). But, going on disability has required me to interact with the great state of NJ in order to receive some compensation, which I have been paying into weekly for years. As I knew in advance I'd be out, my HR department worked with me to get the proper paperwork, my doctor completed his part, so everything was able to be submitted in plenty of time. Last week, I receive a letter from said department and, thinking it was a check, I remarked that this didn't take that long. But, no, there was no check. It was yet another form they wanted completed by the doctor, asking the same questions that had been submitted weeks ago. It was so absurd. On one hand, it asked what was the initial start date when, right on the top of that same form, it said "Initial Start Date: 4/7/2010." Why is government so damn inefficient??

I love to start the day reading the paper. The real paper. Not online. Being off from work has been great in that respect. I get to relax, sip my coffee, and peruse. Over the past week or so, I've seen some strange stories that have either made me smile or shake my head.

Have you heard that the Catholic Church has decided to forgive The Beatles for their evil ways all those years ago? What arrogance when you consider the scandalous behavior of so many priests that they've tried to bury for so many years.

George Washington may have not ever told a lie,but It seems he's been racking up 220 years of late fees for two books he never returned. They were due back November 2, 1789.

Did you hear about this creep who was scheduled to be executed for rape and murder? His lawyers tried to stop the execution, claiming he was allergic to the drugs the state would be using to kill him. HUH?? So he dies with a rash. BFD!!! Thank God, some judge had the sense to tell those lawyers to take a hike.

I've been cutting back on the blogging lately and I'll probably continue. There's just so many hours in a day and blogging started feeling like something I HAD to do, rather than wanted to. So, I'll continue to post, but not on a daily basis, although I'll continue to check out my fave bloggers.

One last thing. As summer nears and the roads and beaches here at the Jersey Shore fill with traffic and folks looking for their day in the sun, I have to ask: "If it's called 'tourist season,' why aren't we allowed to shoot them?" (I think you may have to live in a tourism area to really appreciate that question.)

Check out other posts at The Unmom.

Guilty Pleasure

2010-04-12T15:04:00.005-04:00

Okay. It's time for me to come clean. I'm addicted to the Lifetime channels. And lately I've had more spare time than usual to feed my guilty pleasure. Oy! The drama. Tales of infidelity, manipulation, lying, paranoia. In a lot of these flicks, there's usually a character who seems like the nicest person, but is really some psycho who is bent on stealing your husband, your family, your life. I dare you to spend a day watching these movies and not come away able to look at your best friend without thinking that she's out to steal your spouse, your kid or, at the very least, that cheesecake recipe you refuse to share because it's the one thing you do better than anyone else and gets you invited to some parties that maybe you wouldn't be invited to, as long as you bring that cheesecake.

I used to work for Continental Airlines at Newark Airport. Every tv in every breakroom in Terminal C was always tuned to Lifetime. And, although the guys would initially complain, saying "WTF??? Why is this chick channel always on?", it didn't take more than 5 minutes before they were sucked into whatever melodrama was unfolding. The FAA issues reports regularly regarding on-time performance, for both departures and arrivals, normally citing weather and/or sheer volume as the causes. But, if they investigated a little further, they would find that many departure delays are really due to the Lifetime channel. The next time you're at your departure gate, wondering where the agents assigned to work your flight are, look no further than the nearest breakroom. You can bet the Lifetime channel is on.

There are so many classic LT movies, I can't pick a fave, but here are just a few (beware of spoilers):

Crimes of Passion: She Woke Up Pregnant - Faithful wife finds out she's preggers with another man's child. Seems her dentist would drug her and do the dirty with her during her dental appointments. Silly me. Every time the dentist asks me to open wide, I thought he was referring to my mouth.

Elvis & Anabelle - Anabelle is a shoo-in to win the Miss Texas Rose pageant until she tragically dies during the pageant. She winds up on the embalming table of Elvis, an embittered guy stuck working in the family mortuary business instead of realizing his dreams. Anabelle mysteriously returns to life before Elvis begins the embalming. Their eyes meet and , lo and behold, they fall in love. Now, that's one girl who really WAS dying to meet a guy.

My Stepson, My Lover - Need I say more?

Mother, May I Sleep With Danger - The title alone should be enough to draw you in AND the fact that it stars that fabulous actress, Tori Spelling. what more could you wish for? Probably the campiest flick of all.

BTW, the group of ladies pictured above are the "Army Wives." I was watching last night when the LSH sat down on the couch. A bit later, The B, our lovable old dog, let him know he was ready to go out and I hear the LSH say "B, just wait for the commercial." AHA! Another innocent viewer sucked into the melodrama known as Lifetime. He denies, but I was there. He's hooked.

Return From The Not Quite Dead

2010-04-10T18:53:00.009-04:00

The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated, to quote Mark Twain, if I may. Yes, it's been a tough few weeks but, I'm still standing, along with Sir Elton.

Now, when I signed on to post, I really didn't have particular topic in mind. But, while I was searching for the Poltergeist reference, I came upon some videos that are going to help me tremendously the next time I need to initiate small talk at some gathering where I don't know (like) most of the folks. I notice people sometimes say, as an ice breaker "have you seen (insert name of the latest over-hyped film at that moment). Because, for me, the answer will be invariably, no. Not that I don't enjoy movies and going to them (hell, I once took film courses offered at a local university). I just prefer watching films without all the annoying people who always decide to sit all around me, even if there are plenty of seats available around the theater.

Anyway, my thanks to "The Guy With Glasses" and all those who were inspired by him. You have done a great service for those of us who don't get out much. Get the popcorn and enjoy.

Happy Easter!!!

2010-04-03T22:48:00.001-04:00

Sunday Morning Musings

2010-03-21T10:11:00.006-04:00

I'm so glad it's warm enough here in Jersey to open the windows. I WASN'T so glad to lose an hour's sleep last weekend, but, because we did, I've been able to witness some great sunrises this past week.

I also love the fact that I can open up the sport section every morning and read about baseball again. Our tickets came this week for the games we ordered so far. When you buy any tickets online now, you can either print them yourself or have them mailed. I avoid printing myself, if there's time. I want to have a ticket stub left after the event. A ticket stub is a memory. Somehow a wrinkled piece of paper doesn't do it for me. Also, you have to pay for the privilege of printing the ticket yourself. Anyway, I wish I had saved my stubs from so many of the concerts I've attended: Santana @ Asbury Park Convention Hall (early 70's), Grand Funk Railroad at, believe it or not, some ice skating rink in South Jersey, Janis Joplin and Chicago Transit Authority (before they became just Chicago), both who appeared at my college. I just didn't realize, at the time, what memories these would be. I read a quote from Patti Smith's book, describing being in a room with Kris Kristofferson, singing "Me and Bobby McGee" for Janis Joplin, "I was there for these moments, but so young and preoccupied with my own thoughts that I hardly recognized them as moments." Unfortunately, that describes me too.

Speaking of quotes, I happened to catch this one recently. Mandy Moore was spokesperson Cervical Health Awareness Month. Her quote: "I didn't even know what the cervix was." Am I wrong to think a 25 year old girl, married at that, should know this?

Since I've gotten on the subject of quotes, may I share a few sports related quotes. It seems Yogi has company when it comes to memorable remarks:

"He treats us like men. He lets us wear earrings."
- Torrin Polk, University of Houston receiver, on his coach, John Jenkins
"All of the Mets' road wins against Los Angeles this year have been at Dodger Stadium."
- Ralph Kiner, NY Sportscaster (I love Ralph, but I just had to include this.)
"Winfield goes back to the wall. He hits his head on the wall and it rolls off! It's rolling all the way back to second base! This is a terrible thing for the Padres!"
- Jerry Coleman, Padres radio announcer
“When you get that nice celebration coming into the dugout and you’re getting your ass hammered by guys—there’s no better feeling than to have that done.” -Matt Stairs San Diego Padres Right-Fielder
"Julian Dicks is everywhere. It's like they've got eleven Dicks on the field."
-Metro Radio, College Football
Gotta end with a Yogi-ism:
"Little League baseball is a very good thing because it keeps the parents off the street."

How true, how true.

Happy St Pat's Day

2010-03-17T20:32:00.001-04:00

Hope this makes your Irish (and not so Irish) eyes smile!

Beam Me Up, Scotty

2010-03-14T19:51:00.005-04:00

I am not, and never have been a trekkie (NOT that there's anything wrong with that). But I have used this line many times during my life and, perhaps, never more than the past few weeks. It just seemed that there was, how should I say it, an overabundance of inane activity and strange conversations that I found myself involved in, particularly at the office.

It began with a butt-naked man (actually it wasn't just his butt), a TOTALLY naked man running around our parking lot, mumbling some indecipherable rhetoric. Unfortunately, I didn't think to snap his pic; I think I was just not believing what my eyes were beholding. When I realized that it was, indeed, a fat, tattooed man, I thought one of my co-workers finally had snapped under the pressure. I don't know how this story ended. The police were summoned, but I think the Monday Morning Streaker had already moved on (hopefully, to warmer climes).

I know it's said that there is no such thing as a dumb question. BULL HOCKEY!! Dumb questions are asked all the time. And, I must admit, I've uttered some stupid things myself. When I come upon a co-worker's cube, decorated with balloons (some which may actually say "Happy Birthday) and automatically, the first thing out of my mouth is "Oh, is it your birthday?" I just can't seem to stop myself. I'm waiting for a sarcastic reply such as "no, I just have a desperate need for attention," or some such thing. I'd totally deserve it; I guess my co-workers aren't as snarky as I am.

So, I want to share a few of the brilliant exchanges I've had this past week. I actually printed some of them out so I wouldn't forget them. These first two were part of convos on out interoffice IM system:

IT GUY: It looks like she entered this using our codes and she should have used the customer's codes (Author's note: We rarely use the customer's codes for this situation).

ME: How will we know when a customers' code has to be entered instead of ours?

IT GUY: JUST KNOW.

Thanks. You've been very helpful.

I'm sure you've all had to call Help desks when IT issues arise. Our Help desk is in Alpharetta, GA, a truly lovely area of our country. (My ex was going to be transferred to Atlanta, so his company flew me down there a few times to go house-hunting. I found my dream home, surrounded by horse farms, quite an idyllic setting. Then, the company lost the account that was in Atlanta. So, good-bye, dream house. But, I digress.) So, help desk is in GA. We're in NJ. We MUST call the help desk, so they can create a ticket to forward on to a tech that is sitting approximately 100 feet away from me. No lie. Normally my conversation with them goes like this:

ME: Hi. This is Kathy H in RB, user id#_____, phone#--------. I can't print on Printer 20. You need to contact Joe B. I know he's in because I just had coffee with him in the kitchen.

IT GUY IN GA: Ticket#54954. Thanks, y'all!

I had called the "Report Your Problem And Tell Us Who Can Resolve It" desk about an issue. After 20 minutes the RYPATUWCRI" guy called back and said he contacted the tech, whose recommendation, after giving it much deep thought, was to tell me to "just reboot." Now, I don't have a diploma from Billy Bob's School of Computer Science and Truck Driving, but, even my 3 year old niece knows enough to reboot when Dora The Explorer stops exploring. So I sent an IM to the tech dow the hall:

ME: Our problem here needs more than a reboot to fix this (you lazy slob; can u tell I do not get along with this lazy slob)? This issue was reported yesterday and we're still having the same problem?

LAZY SLOB IT GUY: Who resolved it yesterday?

ME: (Yay! Another chance to be snarky!) Obviously no one. Otherwise I wouldn't be wasting my time with you.

Email between me and one of our salesmen:

ME: I got the order you sent. But line 16 is blank. How many do they want?

SALESGUY: That was sent to me directly from another person, different department.

Thanks for sharing. So, how many do they want?????

And, the best one yet, on a fax coversheet:

IF YOU DO NOT RECEIVE THIS FAX, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

Is there room for one more, Captain Kirk?

Weekly Wrap-Up

2010-02-28T15:28:00.007-05:00

It's been a hell of a week here in Jersey Girl land. 12 more inches of snow & office deciding that a foot of snow was no reason to close the office. I had prayed that the Governor would take the decision out of these thoughtless people's hands and declare a state of emergency, but, no. The end of month is a critical time for us and may have played into their decision. But we had assumed the office would be closed on Friday and I was prepared with everything I would need to work from home. We learned at 6:30AM Friday that the office would be open and my boss went in. Not only did I not go in, but none of my staff showed up either. The boss was not happy. I really don't care what he thinks. No job is worth endangering yourself.

We also met our new CEO this past week. He spoke for about 30 minutes to our group and shared a bit about how he works and what he expects. He likes things done fast. He actually said it was better to be fast than accurate because you can always go back and fix your mistakes later. Huh? The next time my boss points out a mistake I've made, I now can say "Yeah, but I screwed it up quick, didn't I?" This guy was previously CEO of a large, multi-national company who was fired in December for poor performance. Not one of my friends who was laid off from my company in August has gotten a new job. And, yet, he managed to get himself another 7 figure job in less than 2 months. What is wrong with this picture?

The LSH had knee surgery a few weeks back and has been getting PT 3 times a week. He was scheduled to return to work tomorrow; however, during PT on Thursday, he was doing lunges when there was a pop. Now he's out for at least 3 more weeks and the doctor is not ruling out more surgery. He's been out longer with this quicky knee repair than I was last year after major surgery. I swear, he's slipping the doc a little $$ to keep him out of work. Can you tell I'm a bit envious?

You Can Breathe Again

2010-02-16T21:38:00.004-05:00

I know you've all been waiting with bated breath. (BTW, what IS bated breath? Did I even spell it right?) I decided on this tote bag (for starters). Very traditional. You might even say "classic." (Is this starting to sound like a J. Peterman ad?) I even stepped up and got it monogrammed.

Of course, while I was there, I picked up this little cutie (small, in the navy blue and kelly green combo, also monogrammed).

THEN, I went over to E-Bags and picked up this FABULOUS little something to schlep my sustenance to work. No more brown baggin' for me, baby.

God, I'm going to be so organized and put-together, I hope they still recognize me at work.

2010-02-14T15:50:00.005-05:00

I have a hang-up about my age. A few months ago, I admitted my age on this blog (and, no, I'm not going to link to it; if you're THAT interested, do the work and find it yourself). I just have a hard-time believing that I'm THIS age. But, no matter how much I try not to think about it, once in awhile, there are days when there is no avoiding it. Yesterday was one of those days.

At the request of my doctor, I was visited by an employee of a home healthcare company to be set up with one of these. My doctor recommended a sleep study which might shed some light on as to why I'm so tired. The study showed that I stop breathing for significant amounts of time during the night, which prevents me from getting to that REM stage where we get our most restful sleep. Also it puts me at a higher risk for strokes or heart attacks.

BUT....isn't this supposed to be for fat, old men who snore loud enough to wake the neighbors? Of course, the nice man who brought me this contraption tried to re-assure me that people of any age can suffer from sleep apnea and that he has patients in their 20's. Sorry, that still didn't make me feel any better.

I fought this for over a year, but my doc said she wouldn't take my complaints of tiredness seriously until I tried this machine. Then she let me read the report that stated how often I stop breathing and, ok, it scared me enough to give in.

I made a half-hearted attempt to use it last night, but got so frustrated with it, I gave up. But, would you believe that there's a data card in the machine that actually records how often I use it, which the insurance company will ask for every few months to confirm that I'm being a good girl and doing what I'm told.

I guess I should be looking at the bright side and be grateful that they have these machines available nowadays. But can you just picture how sexy I look and feel with this mask?? But, hey, somebody must have thought Darth Vader was sexy, right? RIGHT?

I Need To Decide To Make A Decision

2010-02-10T16:58:00.002-05:00

I do a lot of shopping online and I'm pretty good finding great deals, if I do say so myself. Friends sometimes ask me to see if I can find them some deal or promo code for specific things and I'd say I'm successful 90% of the time.

Currently my search is for something pretty simple, a tote bag. Not a purse, but more of a shopping tote. Not to really use for shopping, but more to tote things to work. I'm not havng a hard time finding them online, but I'm having a hard time choosing one. I can only compare it to when you're dating and you meet this great guy or gal who seems perfect for you, your family and friends love them and yet, you're reluctant to commit, just in case there's someone "better" out there. For some reason, I can't commit to one tote bag. I keep thinking that as soon as I buy one, I'll see another I like better.

It's ridiculous, when I think about it. I mean, it's not a big-ticket item. If I get one and then see another I like, I could certainly buy another. The other night I got as far as entering my credit card info on one site, but I just couldn't hit the "buy" button.

I mean, anything has got to be an improvement over the green Stop & Shop reusable bag that I'm currently toting to work.

I think I need counseling.

Is This One Of Those "Why Didn't I Think Of That" Moments?

2010-02-08T19:22:00.003-05:00

One question?

Why bacon???

http://www.jdfoods.net/products/mmmvelopes.php

Why CAN'T You Kill Them? Office Edition

2010-02-07T18:14:00.008-05:00

THE SET-UP: Last August, my company underwent a "reorganization" and for one horrible week, each day, people lost their jobs. Of course, the responsibilities of those laid off were divvied up among those remaining. Except for me. I was handed all the responsibilities AND the staff of one of the eliminated positions, while maintaining all the responsibilities of my current position. And, of course, management expected that none of these balls would be dropped. Well, I don't think I had "juggling" mentioned as one of my talents on my resume. The reason upper management had these unrealistic expectations is because they have no idea what we do. FACT: I have worked for this company in the same department for over 6 years. I'm on the third floor; the VP of my division (and the person who made these decisions) has his office on the second. I am not lying when I say that I have never met him. I may have ridden the elevator with him, but who knows.

THE STORY: We normally are reviewed and receive raises each July, but, like most companies, not last year. So, recently, in a show of good faith, we were told we would be receiving a small raise and, if business improves, another in July. A few weeks ago, the director of my department and the person I directly report to, called me in to his office to officially tell me of my raise, apologizng that it couldn't be more. I said I understood, but I was hoping that, when the company gets back on track, that my position would be looked at again and I would be compensated appropriately for basically, taking on two full-time positions. His response:

"Back. before the lay-offs, during meetings deciding the re-structuring, the general consensus was that the supervisory position that I "inherited", was never really needed. That my position and this other supervisory position, should have been combined." Did you get that? The full-time supervisor position that they paid someone for over 7 years a supervisors' salary, bonuses AND benefits, was never necessary. How convenient to come to that realization, now that you dropped the whole kit and kaboodle in my lap. But wait! That's not what happened. When I mentioned this, his reply was "Oh, this wasn't decided at the time of the re-organization. It was the opinion of management for a few years." What? They decided this years ago, but continued to keep paying someone to do a job that they decided was not necessary? I said something to the effect that no wonder we're in financial trouble. I think he then realized how his explanation sounded and tried to backpedal a little. But, he was having a difficult time making any sense. It sounded familiar to me. In fact, he actually sounded a lot like this:

I let him know that "sorry, you haven't convinced me." And that there was a certain MLB team that he would fit right in with.

Men, You Can't Live With Them. Why CAN'T You Kill Them?

2010-02-06T14:39:00.006-05:00

Before I begin my rant, I have to finally admit to myself that, at least for the time being, I'm going to be mostly a weekend blogger. My job is draining every last ounce of energy from me that, during the week, it's just getting harder to find time to blog. I had to remind myself that I started this blog mainly for myself (although I'm very happy some of you have come along for the ride), and it's not supposed to be something I HAVE to do, but something I want to do. So, I hope you won't forget about me and still stop by now and then. I may drop a post or two during the week, if I'm motivated enough and I'll definitely be still checking out your spots.

Anyway, on to today's story. My husband, the LSH, had knee surgery on Monday. He's doing very well, thanks. Although he had the surgery Monday, he's actually been out of work on disability for a month. His being home has allowed what is probably my biggest peeve about him, rise back up to the surface. He will NOT do anything that would be considered housework, unless I TELL him. This has been going on since we first moved in together many moons ago. And, when he DOES some chore that I requested him to do and I don't mention it, he'll say "Did you see I vacuumed?" Uh, yes. Did you see when I vacuumed the 500 times previously? And he has since learned NOT to say "I did the laundry for YOU." When he would say that, my response was "Oh, you only washed MY clothes?" He got that point pretty quick.

When I'm really annoyed about this, I'll say "Can't you see the dog's biscuit crumbs all over the floor? How 'bout that green stuff growing in the shower? Unless,maybe you forgot to tell me you're growing your own penicillin?" His response is "I don't notice these things." How convenient his eyes can filter out the mess around him. Yesterday, put me over the top. I came in from work. He's sitting at the kitchen table and I see red blotches on the floor near the sink. My first thought was that it might be blood; maybe the dog had cut his paw. As I walked over to it I said "Oh, what's this red stuff?" And, without even looking up, he says, "oh, it's liquid from some strawberries I opened before." WHAT? You knew you had spilt this and left it there? He looked at me sheepishly, but he didn't answer.

I've approached this various ways with him. I know psychologists say, instead of just saying what's getting on your nerves, you should explain how it makes you feel. One of the things the LSH does that fits into this category is when he gets himself something to eat, he inevitably will leave whatever plates, glasses, utensils he used, in the sink. So, I've taken this approach. "When you leave your dishes in the sink, I FEEL like you believe it's my job to clean up after you." There. Didn't I present that perfectly? No accusations, no whining. Just a simple statement of how I feel. Has it helped? NOT A DAMN BIT!

Don't get me wrong. He's very handy around the house, when the mood suits him. He's just not motivated.

I was planning on starting this post earlier, but I had to vacuum, do the dishes, put the laundry in. Where's the LSH? In the bedroom, watching "Twister" for the 88th time. I was going to tell him that , you know, the ending isn't going to be any different then it was the previous 87 times he saw it. But, hey. Why spoil the suspense?

POSTSCRIPT: I really do love him.

TOMORROW: The Other Man In My Life That Drives Me Insane - My Boss

COMMERCIAL BREAK

2010-02-02T11:13:00.003-05:00

I hope to get a post in today, but in the meantime, I have to share this. I gotta admit, those Brits make some great commercials.

NOTE: ALL ANIMAL LOVERS (LIKE MYSELF): DO NOT BE ALARMED AT THE MIDDLE PART; ALL TURNS OUT WELL)!

The Best Things In Life Are............

2010-01-30T20:20:00.008-05:00

free, they say. Well, there are a few things I'm loving right now and, though, for the most part, they weren't free, I'd like to share. (NOTE: I'm in no way endorsing any of these things, nor am I being paid to write about them (unfortunately).

This stuff is amazing and a real god-send for someone who hates to iron like moi. Honestly, is there anyone who really enjpys it?

This mascara from the French cosmetics company, Bourjois, was recommended to me by a salesgirl, who couldn't have been more than 20 years old, in my local Ulta store. She was so enthusiastic and just so gosh-darn sweet that, even though it was a bit pricey for me at $17, I gave it a try. It's claim is that it will make it appear that you're wearing eye liner and give you that doe-eyed look. And it didn't disappoint. Another product that does what it says it will do. Love when that happens.
BTW, while we're talking make-up, I've been selected to be a part of a "Beauty Panel" being organized by J&J to exchange thoughts and ideas and try new products and give my opinions. But they're really serious about this. I had to agree to never give the website address to anyone, share my password or discuss anything that I become privy to with anyone. Who knew the beauty world took itself so seriously?

Her name is Patti Scialfa. For those who don't know, her married name is Springsteen. She's a member of the E Street Band, but she is one hell of a singer/songwriter herself. When her first solo CD, Rumble Doll, was released in '93, I admit, I bought it out of curiosity. After listening to it just once, I became a fan. Maybe because we're about the same age, but the images and feelings she puts into words resonate so true to me. She has since released two other CDs and there isn't a bad track on any of them.

Oh baby tell me stories
About those pretty worlds
Who will deliver us from blame
Who will walk free
Who will walk in chains
And when the sky is falling
What do we believe in
When everything we learned to trust
Turns around and makes a fool of us

But baby I still believe in all of loves glory
I gave that promise to the rain
I'm not afraid to stumble
Baby I can fall

Oh my tender dreams
I gave them such fragile wings and
I sent them up to heaven
But heaven was just too high
And I watched them falter against the sky

But baby I still believe in all of loves glory
I gave that promise to the rain
I'm not afraid to stumble
Baby I can fall

Oh i I could I'd play out my part
I'd cup my hands and
I'd collect the rain that falls inside your heart
But I can't stop the rain
I can't hold back the thunder
Oh but I can make one vow
and promise you my heart right now

'Cause baby I believe in all of loves glory
And no one's gonna talk me down
I'm not afraid to stumble
Baby I can fall
I'm not afraid to stumble
Baby I can fall
I'm not afraid to stumble
Baby I can fall

Artist: Patti Scialfa
Title: Loves Glory

My fingers are tired now. I'll try to post Part Two tomorrow.

Who Are You?

2010-01-28T20:40:00.005-05:00

In the last 24 hours, I've had visitors to my blog from, among other places:

LAS VEGAS (where The Flamingo Hotel was named after Bugsy Siegel's girlfriend's legs and it's illegal to pawn your dentures)
SURREY, BRITISH COLUMBIA (1/3 of the population is under 18; home to Canada's kabaddi stadium, which is some team sport where someone called a raider has to fight his way through the opposing team to try and get back to his tram, all the while holding his breath; honest)
BUENOS AIRES (twice) (known as Paris of South America; Aristotle Onassis started out washing dishes in a cafe here when he was 23)
OAK RIDGE, TENNEESEE (hometown of Megan Fox and the fastest supercomputer in the world)
LONDON, ENGLAND (okay, I know you've heard of London, but did you know that the British eat twice as many beans as Americans?)
VADODARA, GUJARAT (the 18th largest city in India and home of the oldest cricket ground in Asia)
BILBAO, PAIS VASCO (the largest city in the Basque Region of Spain; featured in a scene in the James Bond film "The World Is Not Enough)
PORI, FINLAND (big college town & home of an annual jazz fest where Steely Dan has performed)
MONSELICE, VENETO (60 kms from Venice; market day is every Monday)
EUFAULA, OK (POPULATION:2639; County Seat of McIntosh County)
SPRING, TX (20 miles north of Houston; hometown of Josh Beckett, Boston Red Sox pitcher; IS THAT YOU, JOSH?)
CRAVLOVA, DOLJ (Romania's 6th largest city, known for its cheap taxi fares)

Ok, you lurkers. I took the time to find out a bit about you. Now it's your turn to introduce yourselves. Leave a comment. I dare you!

Miscellany On My Mind

2010-01-24T13:26:00.007-05:00

Driving home from work Friday night, I saw the light............. the dreaded "Check Engine" light. Question to the auto manufacturers out there:
"Can you be any MORE vague?" (must say this like Chandler Bing). I mean, the last time I looked, the engine had, like, a zillion parts. And, for some reason, I have always hated getting my car serviced. So much so that, when I was much younger and a tad more immature, I blew up the engine in my MR2 because I never had the oil checked. I even hate stopping for gas. And here in Jersey, we don't pump our own gas. We have slaves to do that. Anyway, I took a guess that I needed to get the oil changed, which I did yesterday and the light is now out.

I've read all the Twilight books, but had not seen any of the films, so I had only seen photos of Robert Pattinson and honestly, he did nothing for me. However, I watched Twilight last night and I am now officially a member of Team Edward. So, I was wrong. Bite me.

Why is it, when I get angry, the person telling me to calm down, is usually the person who pissed me off in the first place?

I wish we could somehow collect the gas my dog emits and use it, instead of natural gas, to heat our house. Actually, we could probably heat the entire neighborhood.

My new favorite thing is chocolate-covered pretzels. I received a gift basket for Christmas from a client. It included a large Pennsylvania Dutch pretzel dipped in Godiva chocolate. Sooooo good!

My husband works for the town we live in. The town is self-insured, meaning they have an outside company oversee the administration of it and the town pays the claims once approved by this outside company. My husbad has been seeing an out-of-network doctor for the last year. He has to pay $100 each visit and then submit a claim to the insurance company to be re-imbursed $80 per visit. We haven't received reimbursement for the last six months. Come to find out that all the claims have been approved and sent to the town for payment. However, the town doesn't have the money to pay all the claims they have. How do they get away with this? I'm outraged.

I learned a new word this week: Brobdingnagian,which means "of tremendous size." How have I gotten to this age and never heard this word before?

I have owned a ZUNE, Microsoft's version of the I-Pod, for 3 years and still have no idea how to download music to it. It doesn't come with an instruction manual. I've looked online, but, I'm hopeless when it comes to following instructions for all these electronic gadgets that have become part of every day living now. Anyone have a 10 year old I can borrow to help me with this?

I Love Ellen and Dennis

2010-01-20T19:47:00.003-05:00

I don't have much time to spend on the blog right now, but just so you know I'm still around, now and then, when I don't have time. I'll probably post a video or something that I find humorous. I hope you do too.

I've been a fan of Ellen DeGeneres for years. With work every weekday, I don't get to see her show very often. But I found this video from today's show. I just love these "Candid Camera" type jokes. And I also love Dennis Quaid. He was a good sport to participate.

The Ellen DeGeneres Show: The place for Ellen tickets, celebrity photos, videos, games, giveaways and more.

Life Is Hot Chocolate

2010-01-19T18:57:00.010-05:00

I heard from someone over the weekend. I wouldn't even really call her a friend. At least, not anymore. We knew each other through a mutual friend about 10 years ago, but, as often happens, we drifted. We were both divorced and we remarried the same year. The gentleman she married was (and is) very wealthy. Over time (not that long a time) I saw that wealth change what was a sweet, caring person into a selfish, thoughtless egomaniac. It was an astonishing transformation. And not a pretty one.
She honestly seemed to believe that the money made her better than everyone. She quickly forgot what it was like to have to earn an income, take care of a home, the normal daily grind that the majority of us have to face most days.

I hadn't heard from her in quite awhile and that was fine by me, as we really don't have much in common anymore. So I was surprised to hear from her and curious as to why. And I still don't know why she called.

After the initial greetings and the "OMGs! What a surprise", I continued the conversation like, I believe, most of us would, by asking "So, how are you?" And that was it. She just prattled on about her "problems," such as having to travel with her husband to the Far East (he likes her with him when he travels on business), which caused her to miss some society event that was, according to her, the "event of the year." And now, she HAS to go to their villa in FL, which she hates, because of some decorating "disaster."

Maybe, some of you reading this think I'm just jealous. Maybe, when I was much younger, yes. And, don't get me wrong, if I won the lottery tomorrow, I wouldn't give the money back. But, the entire time I was listening to her, I just thought "can she be that self-centered not to know that there are millions who would trade their problems for "hers?"

Anyway, after the call, I started thinking about something I read awhile ago. So I searched the internet and found it again. I wish I had a way to send this to her. But, then again, it would probably go right over her head.

A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at
a reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired.
During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in their work and lives.

Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went into the kitchen and returned with a
large pot of hot chocolate and an assortment of cups — porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking,
some expensive, some exquisite. He then told them all to help themselves to the hot chocolate.

When they each had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, the professor said:

"Notice that all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones.
While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress."

"The cup that you're drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot chocolate.
In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink."

"What all of you really wanted was hot chocolate, not the cup
... but you consciously went for the BEST cups."

"And then you began eyeing each other's cups."

"Now consider this: Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position in society are the cups.
They are just tools to hold and contain life."

"The cup you have does not define, nor change the quality of life you have.
Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot chocolate."

The happiest people don't need the best of everything.
They just make the best of everything that they have.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
And enjoy your hot chocolate!!

~Author Unknown

Closet Queen

2010-01-18T15:59:00.006-05:00

Even though I proved my theory a few weeks ago that cleaning house is bad for your health when I threw my back out vacuuming, I decided that, having the day off, I would tackle a chore I had been delaying for a long time - cleaning out the linen closet. This closet, actually, held very few linens. It had become a "I don't know what to do with it, so I'll put it in here" closet.

It's amazing what I learn about myself when I clean out a closet. First, I am in love with the travel sizes of EVERYTHING. Every time I go away, whether it's for a long weekend or a two week journey, I head to my local Harmon's and buy up everything they have that comes in travel-size. Shampoos, conditioners, toothpaste, mouthwash, hairspray, styling gel, facial cleanser, lotions, polish remover, astringent, deodorant, sewing kits (which I have yet to ever use), purse-size tissue packs, purse-size toilet paper, Purel. I could have a garage sale and just sell what I have of this stuff and be able to retire.

I also have a HUGE stash of shampoos, conditioners, soaps, lotions, shower caps, mouthwash from every hotel I have stayed in over the last 25 years. Why do I feel the need to take this stuff home? I'm always overjoyed when housekeeping restocks the bathroom during our stay. Now I know why we've been charged overweight bag fees on the way home. For most people, their bags are heavier with treasures they've purchased for themselves and their loved ones; not me, I'm stocked up with toiletries that I will never use in 100 years (if I even had that long left).

There were things in this closet that brought back memories that I've tried so hard to forget. Bad memories. Like the Fleet enema and left-over shit (a very appropriate noun) that I had to drink for a colonoscopy. Why the hell was I saving that, you may ask. Just don't ever piss me off and you won't have to worry about it.

So, the closet is finally neat and organized. But, I'm a bit nervous. You know how you keep something around forever; then, right after you decide to throw it out, you find a need for it? I threw out that enema.

Sunday Night Giggle

2010-01-17T22:53:00.005-05:00

Just got home from a niece & nephew's birthday party. Don't have a lot of time, but I wanted to share this. I never had seen it before. I hope it makes you laugh as much as it did me.

Looking For A Sole Mate

2010-01-10T15:52:00.013-05:00

I know we've all heard that 50% of all marriages end up in divorce. But what about socks and their mates? Has anybody looked into this? Because, if my laundry is any example, there are a LOT of single socks out there. And it seems to affect all sock ethnic backgrounds - the knee-his, the sweatsocks, the argyles, even the cute, little anklets.

Is there a Match.com for single socks? If there is, I have a few lonely socks looking for a mate that I would like to help out.

You can just tell by the teddy bear, that this young lady has a very youthful outlook on life. She is looking for someone who loves to snuggle.

This casual guy is happiest when he's matched with a pair of comfortable, basic jeans. Those into designer labels need not apply.

There's only one baseball team for this gal. Anyone interested in hooking up must be able to withstand major mood swings, based on how well her team is doing and not be offended by foul language. And, if they're out of play-off contention by the All-Star break, you might as well forget any thoughts you may have had about enjoying a wonderful summer together. now, on the other hand, if her team is doing well, you're probably going to find yourself getting very lucky, very often. AND, if, by chance, they win the World Series, buddy, you have no idea what this girl can do.

This guy is known as a trouser sock and does best when he's in an office setting. Not to say he's all work and no play (he'll occasionally show up with a casual khaki). But, overall, you'll need to be creative to get him away from the office.

Most of time, this gal likes to be active. You'll normally find her hanging out in an athletic shoe, maybe playing tennis, working out at the gym. However, she'll slow down sometimes and just take a walk and even just hang around the house, keeping a chilly foot warm.

If you do an internet search, you'll see there are plenty of different theories as to where the socks go. Here's an exclusive video of a sock making its escape:

Common Scents

2010-01-09T16:34:00.004-05:00

I don't wear perfume. I haven't for almost 10 years. I stopped after I was diagnosed with asthma and realized perfume aggravated it.

But, after seeing all the ads before Christmas for the zillions of perfumes available now, I want to start wearing it again.

When I was around 12, I started to get interested in perfume and make-up. At the time, one of the popular brands was Jean Nate. Now, pronounce it right; it's "zhen na-te" with the accent on "te." I had the whole works, the bubble bath, lotion, eau de toilette (always loved that ). I thought I was so sophisticated, wearing this "French" perfume. After I finished my Jean Nate bath, my brothers would complain that I had stunk up the bathroom.

From there, I progressed to real perfume and my scent of choice was Shalimar. This is truly a perfume from France, introduced in 1925 and is still around today, an oldie, but a goodie. Of course, the ads for these perfumes are quite over the top now. If my mother read how this scent is being presented today, she would never have let me wear it:

"Shalimar is a fragrance to excite and express desire. She who dares to wear it, is asserting her femininity and ultra sensuality. Hers is carnal seduction at the frontier of the forbidden. Shalimar gives her the freedom to express her feelings and desires relating to her perfume with the utmost in passion. Wearing Shalimar means surrendering control to the senses."

Who writes this stuff? Can a scent truly seduce someone? I believe a person should stick with one perfume, make it your "signature" scent, so whenever a person smells that perfume, they'll think of you. I know when my boyfriend from high school, Carmine (yes, he was from Jersey, but he wasn't a guido!) gets a whiff of Shalimar today, he cannot help but think of me.

Just before I stopped wearing perfume, I was in love with a scent that I actually bought online from Victoria Jackson. It's just known as her "Signature Scent." I had noticed the scent on a woman I was acquainted with and asked her what it was. I was very surprised to hear the answer because this woman was quite wealthy and could afford to wear whatever. I purchased it and I'm not exaggerating when I say I was stopped numerous times by total strangers, asking me what I was wearing.

Now, it seems, every celebrity has their own perfume line. Do people buy a perfume just because there's a "name" attached to it? Celebrity perfumes actually do the opposite for me. I haven't decided what scent I'm going to select, but I doubt that it will be one of these (though Miss Piggy's "Moi" sounds intriguing.

From Wikipedia:

Musicians

50 Cent: Power [1]
Ashanti: Precious Jewel[citation needed]
Avril Lavigne: Black Star
Beyoncé Knowles: True Star, True Star Gold (backed by Tommy Hilfiger), Emporio Armani Diamonds (backed by Giorgio Armani)
Britney Spears: Curious, Fantasy, Curious: In Control, Midnight Fantasy, Believe, Curious Hearts, Hidden Fantasy, Circus Fantasy [2]
Celine Dion: Celine Dion, Notes, Belong, Always Belong, Memento, Enchanting, Spring in Paris, Paris Nights, Sensational, Sensational Moment, Spring in Provence, Chic
Carlos Santana: Carlos by Carlos Santana[3]
Cher: Uninhibited by Parfums Stern, Inc. [4]
Christina Aguilera: Christina Aguilera by Christina Aguilera (2007), Inspire (2008), Christina Aguilera: By Night (2009).[5]
Cliff Richard: Miss You Nights, Devil Woman
Deborah Gibson: Electric Youth (mfd. by Revlon, 1989-1990)
Enrique Iglesias: True Star (backed by Tommy Hilfiger)
Gwen Stefani: L. A. M. B., L by Gwen Stefani, Harajuku Lovers (Includes 5 Different Fragrances)
Jennifer Lopez: JLo Glow, Still, Miami Glow, Love at First Glow, Live, Live Luxe, Glow After Dark, Deseo, Deseo Forever, Deseo For Men, Live Platinum, Sunkissed Glow [2]
Jessica Simpson: Fancy, Fancy Love
Julio Iglesias: Only, Only Crazy [6]
Kiss: Kiss Her, Kiss Him
Leona Lewis: Leona Lewis[7]
Luciano Pavarotti: Luciano, Luciano Pavarotti
Kylie Minogue: Darling[5], Sweet Darling, Showtime, Sexy Darling, Couture, Inverse (Men)
Mariah Carey: M by Mariah Carey, M by Mariah Carey Gold, Luscious Pink, Forever
Michael Jackson: Mystique de Michael Jackson, Legende de Michael Jackson [8], Magic Beat Unwind, Magic Beat Heartbeat, Magic Beat Wildfire, Michael Jackson Mystery [9]
Prince: Get Wild [10], 3121
Sean John: Unforgivable, Unforgivable Woman, Multi-Platinum
Shania Twain: Shania by Stetson, Shania Starlight[citation needed]
Tim McGraw: McGraw, Southern Blend
Usher: Usher For Him, Usher For Her
Victoria Beckham: Intimately Beckham for Her, Intimately Night for Her, Beckham Signature for Her
Alejandro Sanz: Siete Alejandro Sanz Men, Siete Alejandro Sanz Women

Actors/Actresses

Amitabh Bachchan: Amitabh Bachchan by Lomani Perfume for Men
Alan Cumming: Alan Cumming [2]
Antonio Banderas: Spirit, Mediterraneo, Diavolo Hypnotic, Diavolo Donna, Diavolo, Blue Seduction
Catherine Zeta-Jones: Elizabeth Arden Provocative Woman, Red Door Revealed
Charlize Theron: Dior J'Adore
Eva Green: Dior Midnight Poison
Milla Jovovich: Emporio Armani She, Emporio Armani Night for Women, Dior Hypnotic Poison
Elizabeth Taylor: Passion, White Diamonds, Forever Elizabeth, Black Pearls, Diamonds & Emeralds, Diamonds & Rubies, Sapphires & Diamonds [2]
Gloria Swanson: Estée Lauder Youth Dew
Hilary Duff: With Love... Hilary Duff, Wrapped With Love
Isabella Rosselini: Daring, Isa Bella, Manifesto, Storia
Joan Collins: Spectacular
Joan Crawford: Estée Lauder Youth Dew
Kate Winslet: Lancôme Trésor
Uma Thurman: Lancôme Miracle
Mary Kate & Ashley Olsen: N.Y. Chic, L.A. Style; One, Two; Hamptons Style South Beach Chic
Nicole Kidman: Chanel No. 5 (see No. 5 The Film)
Keira Knightley: Chanel Coco Mademoiselle
Raven Symone: That's So Raven
Sarah Jessica Parker: Lovely, Covet, The Lovely Collection: Dawn, Endless & Twilight
Shahrukh Khan: 'SK' by "SK" by Jeannes Arthes. SK Silver for men, and SK Gold for women.
Shilpa Shetty: S2 (pronounced S square) by Mark Earnshaw
Clive Owen: Lancôme Hypnôse
Henry Cavill: Dunhill London
Ewan McGregor: Davidoff Adventure
Monica Bellucci: Dolce & Gabbana Sicily
Reese Witherspoon: In Bloom
Scarlett Johansson: Calvin Klein Eternity Moment
Rachel Weisz: Burberry London for Women
Ioan Gruffudd: Burberry London for Men
Gwyneth Paltrow: Estée Lauder Pure White Linen Light Breeze, Estée Lauder Pleasures, Estée Lauder Pleasures Delights
Liv Tyler: Givenchy Very Irrésistible
Queen Latifah: Queen
Halle Berry: Halle

Athletes

David Beckham: Instinct, Intimately Beckham for Him, Instinct Intense, Intimately Beckham Night for him, Beckham Signature For Him
Derek Jeter: Driven[11]
Maria Sharapova: Maria Sharapova
Michael Jordan: Michael Jordan, Jordan, 23
Carlos Moyà: Carlos Moyà
Jeff Gordon: Halston Z-14

]Fictional Characters

Miss Piggy: Moi
Barbie: Barbie, Barbie Blue, Free Spirit, Sirena, Summer Fun, Super Model
Dora The Explorer: Dora The Explorer[citation needed]
Marvel Comics and DC Comics: X-men, Storm, Spider-man, Hulk, Superman
Strawberry Shortcake: Strawberry Shortcake[citation needed]
The Powerpuff Girls: Bubbles, Buttercup, Blossom[citation needed]
Austin Powers: Mojo [12]
Desperate Housewives: Forbidden Fruit [13]

]Misc.

Calum Best: Calum
Danielle Steel: Danielle
George Kurdahi: Lebanon's George Kurdahi, GK
Jade Goody: Shh..., Controversial
Joan Rivers: Now & Forever
Kate Moss: Kate, Velvet Hour, Kate Summertime
Katie Price: Stunning, Besotted
Kim Kardashian: Voluptuous
Kimora Lee Simmons: Baby Phat Goddess, Fabulosity
Lata Mangeshkar: 'Lata Eau De Parfum' by Gandh Sugandh
Naomi Campbell: Naomi Campbell, Mystery
Prince Nicolò Boncompagni Ludovisi: Prince Nicolò Boncompagni Ludovisi, Giove Nettuno Plutone [14]
Svetlana Stalin: Svetlana's Breath
Zeenat Aman: 'Zeenat' by a Saudi Arabian company
Paris Hilton: Paris Hilton, Just Me, Heiress/Heir, Can Can, Fairy Dust, Siren
Alex Curran: Alex
Chanelle Hayes: Mwah!
Christian Audigier: Ed Hardy [15]

Back To Reality

2010-01-03T15:14:00.005-05:00

It's back to work for me tomorrow after being off for 11 days straight. And when you count the time off this month for the cruise, I only worked 9 whole days in Dec. So, I can just see all the crap waiting for me. I wish I liked my job. Actually, the job itself isn't that bad. It's all the stress that comes with it. And, as much as I tell myself I won't let it get to me, I don't see where I have much control over it.

These past 11 days have been totally stress-free and I've enjoyed it so much. I acquired a couple of things that I'm taking into the office:

This will be warning for all who enter my space. And, when they start getting to me, I will read this:

Will any of this help? Probably not. But it's a new year and maybe, some of those folks who drive me crazy made a resolution to try and keep the drama to a minimum. I can only hope.

Liar Liar

2010-01-01T15:52:00.005-05:00

It's that time when we're supposed to, at least, THINK about making some positive changes in our lives. I've never been one to make New Year's resolutions, other than the typical lose 10 pounds or some such thing. But, this year, I've been doing some serious soul-searching and have identified a character flaw that I want to work on.

I'm a liar. No, I don't lie about things to other people. I lie to myself. I rationalize some things that I do and lie to myself about why I did it. I've already had an opportunity to address this issue just this week.

I was angry with the LSH about something that happened that he could have easily prevented. Now, I'm not apologizing for being pissed off at him; he admitted that it was his fault. But, I took that anger and used it to make a decision that affected other people. At the time, I told myself that I had legitimate reasons for this decision. But, I was lying to myself. I made the decision because I was mad at the LSH and wanted to punish him.

So, then the hard part came, admitting this to him. But, I swallowed my pride and confessed. And, guess what? The world didn't end. And, I felt much better.

So, that's my resolution. And I'm not lying.

In My Life

2009-12-31T14:00:00.009-05:00

One of my very favorite songs is "In My Life." This time of year always gets me thinking of the past, of "people, places and things that went before." So, I think the next few posts may be about some of those things. Today's post is about Dogs I Have Known and Loved.

1. Smokey - On the Christmas Eve that I was either 3 or 4, we lived in Valley Stream, NY and my dad worked for Coca-Cola in Long Island City. On that day's drive into work, he watched a car ahead of him slow down and toss a bundle out of the car. He stopped and found a black puppy inside the bundle. He brought it into work with him and, with the help of several co-workers, he got the dog bathed and presentable to bring home. That night, to our amazement, my dad came in with this little guy with a big red bow around his neck. We were all shocked, including my mom, who had no idea that my dad was bringing this new family member home. He was black as smoke, hence his name.

2. Laffy My aunt had gotten a miniature poodle she called Nappy, which was short for Napoleon. I loved that dog and couldn't wait to visit them so I could play with Nappy. Smokey had passed away, so we were dog-less. The breeder where my aunt had gotten Nappy was having another litter, so we adopted Laffy, the name I gave him, which, in keeping with the French General's theme, was short for Lafayette. Although he was a gift for me, he really became my mother's dog. After my mom died, Laffy became a different dog. He would lie on the bed on my mother's side all day and couldn't be budged without a fight.

3. Tinker This dog was part of the package when I married my first husband. Tinker was a Weimeraner. He was a great dog, very smart with a gentle disposition. However, the marriage didn't last very long and when it was "bye-bye hubby" time, it was "bye-bye Tinker" too.

4. Patrick - After Smokey died, I asked my parents if I could have an Old English Sheepdog. I had seen Disney's "The Shaggy Dog," (the original one, not the re-make, where they used a bearded collie instead of an OES; totally unacceptable. There is only one dog that can lay claim to being the Shaggy Dog and that is the OES). But, no way. They're too big, too slobber-y, too hairy. So, now, being an independent, self-sufficient woman, I finally got my first OES. Don't ask me why I named him Patrick. I just always said that, when I get my sheepdog, his name would be Patrick. And he was everything you expect a sheepdog to be, big, goofy, intelligent, friendly (sometimes to a fault). One thing about this breed, wherever you go with them, people smile. I tell you, if you're looking to meet people, find an Old English and take him out somewhere. They are a people magnet.

5. Chloe - I stopped by my local Petsmart for dog food for Patrick and they were having an Adopt-A-Pet Day for a local, no-kill shelter. I went for dog food and came home with Chloe, a 14 month old Briard.
At first she was very shy, but within a few months, she became the Princess and took over the position of alpha dog from Patrick. (Sheepdogs tend to be wussy, in the first place, and he was almost 14 years old, so he really didn't give a shit, at that point). Briards are very intelligent and can be quite domineering, even of their owners, if not trained. I discovered this first hand and hired a trainer for ME, so I could learn how to handle her. She turned out to be a wonderful pet and my best girlfriend.

6. Bailey - Patrick passed away about 6 months after Chloe joined us and she was the solo dog for about 6 months, when I saw an ad in the local paper about a litter of OES puppies for sale. How could I resist? So, that's when Bailey entered my life and is, as I write this, laying on his bed on the floor next to me, both of us very happy to be here to see the new year in together, along with the LSH.

A HAPPY, HEALTHY, & PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!

Last Minute Shopping

2009-12-28T18:04:00.011-05:00

I know I'm a day late and a dollar short, but I just found a shop on the web that has the most unique and quirky things. These are a few on my wishlist ( I wanted to just show the pix, but couldn't figure out how):

Dying to take a shower??? Then this is for you.
UncommonGoods

Where should I hang this?
UncommonGoods

I'm definitely getting this:
UncommonGoods

Send a message when that new guy (or girl) comes by to pick you up:
UncommonGoods

Now, THIS is for the guy who has everything:
UncommonGoods

I think Donna, True Heart Girl In Jersey, might like this:
UncommonGoods

For all you aspiring writers:
UncommonGoods

You have male:
UncommonGoods

They say this is their #2 best seller:
UncommonGoods

Hey, PITC, does he have this one?
UncommonGoods

This one's for Otin:
UncommonGoods

For your favorite teacher (or student):
UncommonGoods

A girl can never have too many shoes (and cheese):
UncommonGoods

And, finally, the "WTF" gift:
UncommonGoods

The Money Pit

2009-12-27T16:11:00.013-05:00

I enjoyed this film when it was first released, mainly because of Tom Hanks. Watching he and Shelley Long (whatever happened to her?) attempt to "improve" their home was fun, but do you know what I've discovered? It's not quite as much fun in real life.

Here's how it starts. The LSH & I agree that we need to replace ALL the windows, 12 in all, including two picture windows, plus a sliding glass door. We had some money left from a home equity loan we took out last year to replace the roof and there's a $1500 tax incentive to install energy efficient windows. We had a few contractors come over to give us their sales pitch and estimates. We picked our guy

and sat down to look at windows. After much discussion, we decided in some rooms to replace two windows with one larger and to move some windows. Well, here's where it begins. If we're doing all that, we may as well get all new siding. O-kay.

The day comes and the crew starts ripping off the old siding and what do they find??? Termites. Great. Now we need to get an exterminator in

Then, we needed to get an electrician in to move something or other; I forget what and why.

We left for vacation right in the middle of all this. We told the guys that we expected to find a bus in front of the house when we returned, so we could have that whole Extreme Makeover experience.

Unfortunately, it didn't quite happen that way. When we opened the door upon returning, I honestly just stood there, not prepared for what I was seeing.

I admit, they weren't done yet. The living room (where they had also repaired the cathedral ceiling) was torn apart, furniture draped in old sheets, dust EVERYWHERE, and my dog, lying in the middle of this, with a pile of dog s*** next to him, so happy to see us. AND, it was 1:45AM (as in the morning).

Now, I admit, I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to all this home improving. I suppose if I was, I would have realized that, with all the changes we made regarding the size and placement of the windows, new sheetrock had to be installed and EVERY room now needs to be painted.

Ok, time for a deep breath. I can handle this. Just think how nice it will look when it's all done.

So, the next morning, I'm having my coffee, gazing out of my brand new large kitchen window when I thought I'd go online to see what we will need to submit when we file our taxes to take advantage of the $1500 tax credit. I find the site, detailing the eligibility requirements, one of which was that the windows have a "Solar Heat Gain Coefficient" of 0.30 or less. Sounds good. I mean, we bought Andersen windows and the installer said all Andersen windows qualify. I look up at the window, which still has all its stickers on and see a "SHGC" of 0.32. WTF?? I jump up and, like a crazy lady with PMS

I run to all the other windows to find the same thing. The LSH called the guy immediately, who expressed disbelief at what he was being told. He said the Andersen people had said that all their windows meet the government standards. It turns out that that was true.....until June, when the government changed the standards. So, right now, we still owe one more payment and, if this can't be sorted out, that payment is going to be minus $1500.

Tis The Season

2009-12-26T18:20:00.003-05:00

A few posts back, I related a story about some diners in a Philadelphia restaurant picked up the tab for another table's meals and how it continued throughout the day. Well, I had an unexpected opportunity to do something similar the other day.
Thursday morning I stopped at the local Quik-Chek on my way to work to get a White Chocolate Mint cocoa. It's not something I do regularly, but, with the snow on the ground and the chill in the air, put me in the mood.
There was a man in line in front of me, buying a coffee and paper, paying with a credit or debit card. The cashier ran it through, but it came back declined. The guy started checking his pockets for cash, but came up empty. He started to head outside to see if he had any money in his car. I thought "oh, a perfect "Pay It Forward" opportunity" and told him I'd take care of it. Of course, he protested, saying it wasn't necessary. I said I knew that, but I wanted to and wished him a Merry Christmas.
It wasn't much, just a coffee and paper, but it was a good way to start the day. I highly recommend it.

Good Will Toward Men

2009-12-20T16:44:00.008-05:00

True story.

Last Saturday, our flight home from Miami was cancelled. How one handles this news upon reaching the departure gate, I believe, reveals much about a person. Upon hearing the news from a fellow passenger, I responded as I usually do, when hearing news I don't like: "You're kidding, right?" Why a total stranger would suddenly decide to play with my head and lie about our flight status didn't occur to me. I was just hoping he had a cruel sense of humor. But, no. He was actually a very nice, honest guy just passing on the bad news. So I got in line with the rest of the airport's version of the cast of "Lost" to find another option home, while the LSH sat because of a recent leg injury.
I was talking with a few fellow strandees when we hear loud words coming from the head of the line. I turned to see a large man throw back his fist and punch out a woman, totally landing her flat out on the floor. Well, that got all the testosterone in the immediate area heated up, causing many of the males to descend on this guy, yelling "Hey, buddy! You can't hit a woman!" and such. Now there's more yelling and shoving and then, suddenly, the PA system comes on and, over all this mayhem, we hear:

I loved it.

Anyway, the real story was that, after waiting what seemed to be forever, the daughter of the woman that was in front of this guy and his wife, invited about 6 other people to join them in line. The guy's wife started to say that they needed to wait in line and the DAUGHTER (maybe 20 years old), raised HER fist to punch the wife out, the husband saw this and got his punch in first. The cops came, took statements, nobody pressed any charges and that was that.

Of course, this show was hard to miss. A man waiting for another flight at the next gate came over and asked what was going on. When he heard the story, he asked "so, where's this flight heading anyway?" When he was told "Newark," he responded "Oh, Jersey. It figures." Thanks, TV Housewives and Guidos, for helping to keep the stereotype of Jersey alive and well to the rest of the world.

Catch-Up Time

2009-12-19T16:57:00.008-05:00

I've been away awhile, so I thought this would be a good time to catch-up (ketchup/catch-up. Get it?? Ha-ha. Or, in deference to the season, should I say "Ho-Ho?").

Thanks to those of you inquiring about my health. After a slew of tests, the medical community can definitely say that I'm suffering from peripheral neuropathy. Idiopathic peripheral neuropathy, to be exact, which is the medical community's way of saying that they have no idea what is causing it, but if they use a fancy word like "idiopathic", they can still charge exorbitant fees. I have my own theory as to what's behind this which I may share with you in the future. But, for now, the best I can do is grin and bear it.

The cruise did not disappoint. We just chilled out in the Caribbean heat, doing only what we wanted to do or do nothing, which is what i wanted to do most of the time. I only disembarked (that's boat talk for "got off") the ship once, on Monday, when we were at Samana in the Dominican Republic to swim with the sea lions.

Now, I admit, this is not us. We have some pix on CD which I'm too lazy to find right now, but, you get the idea. Sea lions are very cool. I'd say they're kind of like an aquatic dog. It was a lot of fun. The beach there was also gorgeous. The LSH was approached by a local and asked if he wanted to score some ganja. Now, if you know him, you realize how truly funny this is. He was baffled and asked me several times why I thought this guy approached him. I had no idea, other than this bro had poor character judgment.

I did not disembark again until they made me on Saturday when we were back in Miami. At the pool, in the shade,there were some double width wicker chaises with soft pads and pillows. That's pretty much we I spent my cruise, armed with a good book, crossword puzzles, and a waiter who knew when it was time for a refill. However, if you want to get drunk while you're on a cruise, be sure to get a home equity loan before you go. Pina coladas $9.99. They had a drink called Cool Runnings, served in a pineapple. It was delish, but at $11.99 a pop, I had to limit my intake.

I played bingo once, lured by the chance to win a free cruise for two. I didn't win that, but I did walk out of there $200 richer. I-20 is now my favorite number.

Of course, a lot of time was spent eating. I'd been dreaming about these chocolate croissants they served at breakfast last year. And, thank God, they still had them. On the morning we returned to Miami, I managed to smuggle some extras out in a paper napkin. Tacky, I know. But, they were sooooo good!

We were returned back to reality a bit too abruptly, when we got to the gate for our 12:10PM departure flight and found out it was cancelled. We were re-booked on an 8:50PM flight and didn't walk into the house until 1:30AM. But I got a big, wet, warm welcome home from Bailey (affectionately known as "The B"), always the best part of coming home.

Pay It Forward For Real

2009-12-14T20:52:00.002-05:00

We're back, safe & fairly sound, from our cruise. It was as wonderful as we expected. Very relaxing and laid-back. I'll post more about it in the next few days, but, because I'm short on time tonight, I just wanted to share this story that caught my eye. I just love these kind of tales!

View more news videos at: http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/video.

Gone Sailing

2009-12-02T19:48:00.004-05:00

I really wanted to post before we leave for the cruise, but I just don't have time. I may Tweet now and then, if I put down my pinacolada long enough to text. So, Bon Voyage, all.

Later.

PS. I also want to thank all of you who continue to stop by to see if I've posted. I appreciate your interest and will work on being a better blogger when I return from this much needed getaway!

Post Thanksgiving Thanks

2009-11-27T17:13:00.003-05:00

My thoughts exactly.

However, because I've generally been in a foul mood for the past week or so, I thought I should make an extra effort to think about what I'm grateful for right now. I'm a day late, but, I suppose, it's never too late to be thankful for:

My husband, the LSH*, although, currently he's on my s*** list. Long story, but I believe, due to the drama he has created, I can now be considered the LSW*. But, I love you, sweetie. For better or worse.
Grateful for my brother, Tom, who is always "there" for me, through the good and not so good.
Grateful for "the girls", my friends from childhood, who are always there to lend an ear or a hand. And, of course, make me laugh my ass off (unfortunately, not literally).
Grateful that I still have my job, although they're killing me, with too many responsibilities and the stress that comes along with that. But we need that paycheck, even without a raise this year.
Grateful that, at this time exactly a week from today, I'll be spending the night in warm Miami and on Saturday, board my luxury cruise ship to tropical ports beyond. I'm purposely using the pronouns "I" and "my" because not really sure if the LSH will be able to make it (see first item on list).
Just finished watching the Paul McCartney@Citifield special that was on last night. I'm grateful for those Beatle memories and that I was able to attend the Citifield show last July.
Grateful that I was able to re-connect with so many great people from my high school graduation class at our recent reunion and we have Facebook to continue to keep in touch.
Grateful that, although the doctors' still haven't been able to figure out what is causing my neuropathy, I now know that I DON'T have diabetes, MS, Lyme's Disease, lupus and small-cell lung cancer. Now, if they can only find out what I DO have that's causing this.
Grateful that I was born in America, that we have a roof over a heads and food in the pantry and clothes in the closet.
Speaking of closets, I'm grateful that I finally got around to cleaning my closet out today and getting a bit more organized. I actually got these things. Although this is the online site, you can buy them in many stores and save the shipping. They do actually work, although they are plastic. Wood would look nicer, but then, they wouldn't cost $19.99.
Grateful that my buddy, Bailey, my 13 1/2 year old Old English Sheepdog, is still with me and is currently sleeping peacefully at my feet.

There are many other things I'm grateful for, but these are at the top of the list. It's not really a bad idea, doing this grateful thing. I'll have to remember to do this more often.

*LSH - long suffering husband LSW - long suffering wife

Those Were The Days

2009-11-21T19:52:00.003-05:00

Ah! The long-awaited reunion post. I'm sure you've all been on pins & needles in anticipation.

Let me start off by saying that, since I began this blog, I've been reluctant to tell my age. I've danced around it a bit, but I've avoided specifics. I think one of the reasons has been that, since I don't know many of you personally, I've thought that, if you knew my age, you'd have pre-conceived ideas of who I am and what I'm like, based on my age. I mean, when I was younger, I always thought that this age is OLD. But, hell, in order to maybe appreciate my reunion stories, I'm going for it.

I recently attended my 40th class reunion. Yes, we were the Class of '69 at Edison HS in Edison, NJ. There were about 514 in our graduating class, and about 160 of us were at the reunion. I also attended my 20th reunion and my, how we've changed and I don't just mean physically. I didn't enjoy my 20th. All the conversations seemed to be about what one did for a living, how much money you had, the size of your home, the car you drove, etc, everyone trying to outdo each other. I remember one woman in particular who brought pictures of her home, room by room, her swimming pool, etc.

But, as I said, times have changed. The conversations were more about "so, how's life treated you?" There were happy stories of kids and grandkids and sad stories of loss and illness. Of course, there was a ton of reminiscing. And the class clowns were still clownish and those who were voted "Best Dressed" were still stylish, the "Best-Looking" guy was still looking good and even the Class Couple were still together (the hubby in that pair was "Mr. Best-Looking." In fact, there were 7 couples of high school sweethearts still married. To each other. I found that amazing. There were some people who I recognized right away, some who looked familiar, but couldn't recollect their name and some people I didn't know at all.

The party ended at 11PM, but continued in the Hospitality Suite until God knows when. I just know I went back to our room around 2:30AM, but stayed up another 2 hours, laughing and talking with my roomies. In the morning, we had a private room, so we could breakfast and spend a little more time together. It was as if no one wanted to leave, lingering over cups of coffee until the wait staff had removed the linens from the tables and we were forced to vacate the room. There were lots of hugs and kisses and vows that we have to get together soon. I know how often I've said that to people, but somehow, it never happens. But I think, this time, we all meant it. We actually set a date.

It's Been A Long Time

2009-11-11T06:16:00.003-05:00

Bet, by the title of this post, you think I'm going to relate some stories about my class reunion. No. Not today. Don't really have time.
But, until yesterday, it HAD been along time. In fact, it was so long ago, I can't remember the last time....

I threw up. Yes, Sitting at my desk at work. Suddenly, my body got super hot and my stomach started doing flips. I jumped up with my hand over my mouth (just in case) and ran to the ladies' room, not very conveniently located, but I made it. It's such a horrible feeling, isn't it? Your body has taken control and there's nothing you can do to stop it.
When it was finally over, I was wiped out. Luckily, someone had heard me in there and had already told my boss what was happening. He must have thought she wanted him to do something because all he kept saying was "I can't go in there!" Not that I wanted him too.
Anyway, I went home and went to bed and the episode past.
Speaking of episodes, did you see the Seinfeld episode that I was thinking of yesterday while all this was happening (if you're a Seinfeld fan, you'll know the one).

Dog-Tired

2009-11-08T16:43:00.005-05:00

I had a wonderful time at my class reunion last night. I haven't laughed so hard or so much in a long time. I got MAYBE 3 hours sleep, so, forgive me for not going into any detail right now. Jersey Girl is going to pay some bills, eat some dinner and turn in early. (Last episode of Mad Men will have to be DVR'd).
Stay tuned for thoughts and stories.....................

All Systems Go!

2009-11-07T16:28:00.002-05:00

Tonight is my xxTH High School Class Reunion and it looks like my body is going to cooperate and feel well enough to attend. It's at a hotel and I have a room with a few of the "girls." Gotta run and try to take a few years off this face!

Jersey Girl Goes To Barnes and Noble

2009-11-01T20:12:00.021-05:00

I've made a commitment to myself to start reading again, so I stopped by Barnes & Noble today. While perusing the shelves, the cover of a book caught my eye. I picked it up and couldn't believe my eyes. This book contains two of my favorite literary genres, Jane Austen (if you can call her a "genre") and vampires! And it said it was a NYT Bestseller. Where have I been? Am I the only book person that hadn't heard of this book?

It's the original text by Jane Austen with added scenes of "bone-crunching zombie action." Is this sick or what? I can't wait to start it! If I enjoy this, I may just have to pick up:

While I was engrossed amongst the bookshelves, one of the employees stopped by and asked me if I'd like a cupcake. I politely accepted, noting I never say no to anything sweet. It was only after I took my first bite did I notice i was in the "Diet" section. Do you think he set me up?

You know all those "What To Expect" titles: When You're Expecting, During the 1st Trimester? I've never read any of them, so I can't say whether they're any good or not, but I saw the newest addition to this series today and, if you ARE expecting, I suggest you pick this up and start reading it to your eventual prodigy:

And last, but not least, here's one more book I saw today. I doubt if I'll read it, but, perhaps some of the single ladies out there might be interested:

Modern Weddings

2009-10-25T17:17:00.003-04:00

Whenever I attend a wedding, I'm always curious to see what, if any, new or different elements are included.

We attended a wedding last night. It was the wedding of Mike's cousin's stepson (I assume this is an example of a distant relative). The relatives on this side of the family (his mother's side) live in either Vermont or California, so we never see them and I'm not even sure how we got invited. It just happens that the groom was marrying a young lady from the Jersey Shore, so the wedding was local for us. Five of Mike's siblings and their spouses attended also, so we had our own table, which was great, being as I didn't know anyone else there. Mike's dad was there with his girlfriend, Barbara (Mike's mom is deceased). They were seated with the cousin. Barb & I are around the same age and she was very disappointed to not be at our table, which we were referring to as "the kids' table."

Two things about the reception stood out for me. First, the couples' song was The Beatles "In My Life," one of my favorite love songs. I guess The Beatles' music has officially transcended generations. Second, they had an artist there who was standing with her easel and paints, where I could watch to see what she was doing. When we first sat down, she had already painted the other side of the room, detailing the windows and their drapery, and a few tables. Once the bridal party arrived, she got really down to business. Eventually, the picture showed the bride, standing on the side of the dance floor, watching her groom, with tears in her eyes, dancing with her mother. I'm assuming the artist's job was to capture a moment at the reception, which she did. It was really lovely; I've never seen this done before.

The bride graduated from Harvard and Georgetown Law School, where she met her groom. During one of the FOUR toasts, someone mentioned that, in preparation for this toast, she went back through old e-mails between her and the bride. I smiled, realizing the days of saving meaningful letters tied together in an old shoebox, are gone.

One very humorous moment. The groom's younger brother, the best man, began his toast with the mike a bit too close to his mouth and the first word we heard, very loudly was "Fornication.' Everyone was laughing and I don't think he understood why. You could hear one of his nearby buddies say to him 'fornication?" Then the best man explained what he was really saying was "For an occasion" such as this....." Which had all of us laughing more. Of course, this was all captured on video, so that moment has been captured for eternity.

At each place-setting, there was a note from the newlyweds thanking everyone and explaining that, instead of wedding favors, they donated that money to the Leukemia Society. At the time, we were unaware, but learned later that the groom had been diagnosed with leukemia 3 years ago, but went i to remission after about 18 months of treatment. Sadly, the leukemia returned in June and he is currently undergoing some new, experimental treatment.

All in all, a lovely, though bittersweet, occasion.

Halloween Humbug

2009-10-24T13:32:00.004-04:00

I do not enjoy Halloween. There. I said it out loud. I admit, it's surprising, considering my love for chocolate and things sweet. But, like with most things nowadays, I believe we've taken it a bit too far. Driving home last night, I passed numerous homes decked out like it was Christmas, with orange lights decorating the entire house. When did this all begin? And why? I know, some will say it's all harmless fun. I just don't understand why everything has to be an extravaganza now.
Another reason why my dislike for the day is odd (I don't even want to use the word "Holiday," because it's NOT a holiday! If it were, schools and post offices would be closed!) is that I LOVE scary things. The gorier, the better. (That's probably one of the reasons I became an EMT; I know. Sick, isn't it?) Nothing like a good, sick movie with flesh-eating zombies or chain-saw wielding maniacs, to keep me happy on a Saturday night.
Now, don't get me wrong. I have great memories of trick or treating from my childhood. We would go out with our friends for hours, without parents in tow, scouring all the nearby neighborhoods and getting tips from other kids on who was giving out the "good stuff." Sometimes, we'd have to make a trip home to drop off what we got so far because our bags (sometimes just a pillowcase) would become too heavy. I remember one neighbor, Mrs. Levine, who would make caramel apples for the neighborhood kids.
So, I'm really not sure when my dislike, or, at least, apathy, started. All I know is, Halloween is on a Saturday this year and, being the Halloween Scrooge I am, I hope it pours! BOO!

Random Randomness

2009-10-22T18:32:00.004-04:00

What's this I'm hearing? Two NW pilots fell asleep in the cockpit last night and flew 150 miles past their destination??? I'm speechless.

I'm feeling very patriotic tonight. The LSH & I have decided to help stimulate our economy and go for broke; we just signed a contract to replace all our windows, doors and siding. What have you done today for your fellow American?

I heard something that disturbed me today; Waterford closed their factory in Ireland and now, all that beautiful, Irish crystal is be ing made in Czechoslovakia. Is there such a thing as a Czech leprechaun?

After the day i had at work today, I realize I don't like a lot of people.

Anyone planning on going to see the Michael Jackson movie? It's only going to be in theaters for only 2 weeks. Then, I'm betting it will be on the store shelves just in time for Christmas for, whaddaya think, $99.99?

After reading other folks' blogs and listening to co-workers, i realize I lead a pretty unexciting life. And, guess what? That's fine with me!

I resisted Facebook for the longest time. Finally, I created an account a few months ago, after being harassed by friends, but I rarely checked it. Then, when I finally checked it out, I was amazed that so many people I used to know, particularly from HS, had found me. Now, i admit, I enjoy it.

Weeks ago, I mentioned I wanted to re-design my blog. I still haven't done anything. And, would you believe, I've had my Blackberry for almost 3 months and i haven't programmed one name or number yet? I couldn't transfer anything from my old phone because it just crashed. I would pay someone to do it for me; hmmm, maybe I'll call up one of the nieces/nephews.

For the last two weeks, I've taken advantage of one of my local supermarkets' delivery services and must admit, I'm enjoying it. They sucked me in with free delivery for 60 days. Even if I have to pay for delivery, it might be worth it. That's how much I despise food shopping.

Got another wedding to attend this weekend. It's being held at quite a nice, luxury hotel nearby. I hope I'm feeling well so I can enjoy myself Saturday night.

It was just announced that Bonjovi is set to be the first concert at the new Giants Stadium in the spring. Maybe I'll finally get to see the local Jersey boys live in concert.

Have We Lost Our Minds???

2009-10-18T19:54:00.003-04:00

I'm sure you've all heard stories like this before, but it finally happened to someone I know.
My friend got a message the other day from her 10-year old son's school, saying that they had heard that her son had been seen with drugs in school and they were going to check this out immediately. My friend didn't believe it for a minute and actually was quite curious as to what the school was going to tell her. Sure enough. She got in touch with the vice-principal, who told her that, indeed, they found drugs in his possession, Milk of Magnesia. That day happened to be her son's first day back to school after being out for 2 days with, what her doctor called "a nervous stomach" (which the teacher knew about) and had told her to give him MOM. She just didn't know he had taken it to school, but the poor kid was afraid he was going to get sick in school, so he brought it "just in case." Because of their "zero tolerance policy" and because this school district doesn't suspend students, he, instead, was put in a class for kids with "chronic" behavior problems. Of course, this has done nothing for his "nervous" stomach. He's scared to death of some of these kids, the school bullies and "tough" guys, that make up this class.
When did school administrators give up their authority to discipline on a case by case basis? And why? Don't these school boards trust the people they put in these positions to be able to identify between a student with illegal drugs and a poor kid afraid he's going to get sick in school? God only knows what this experience has done to the boy.

Chillin' On The Weekend

2009-10-17T17:55:00.009-04:00

It seems like I'm becoming a weekend blogger. This was not the plan. But, I have to confess, by the time I get home from work, with all the extra demands and stress that comes with it, plus the symptoms of my still un-diagnosed malady (more tests coming end of month) and I come home from work and go immediately to bed. Sometimes, if I wake up around 8PM, I'll get up a have a bowl of cereal, maybe check out a few blogs, and head back to bed. Not much of a life, I admit.
Speaking of work, did anyone consider, when they decided to hand me all the responsibilities of a full-time position that was eliminated during the cutbacks while keeping all the responsibilities of the full-time position I've held for 3+ years, that not everything is going to get done in a timely manner and, eventually something's gonna give (mainly me). I mean, they paid someone for over 10 years to do a job that they now say I should be able to handle, along with my other duties. I feel like I'm between a rock and a hard place because, if I say I can't handle it, the powers that be, who have no idea who I am, let alone what my job entails, will just say "If she can't handle it, we'll get someone who can." And they may go through 2 or 3 new hires before someone realizes "Hey, maybe one person can't do all this." Meanwhile, I'll be long gone. And the guy I report too, although sympathetic, loses that sympathy when it's something HE wants that doesn't get done immediately. And he would never speak up for me. He's a wimp and hates conflict or confrontation. So, I don't see this getting any better.
I love a weekend when there's nothing on the calendar. I'm not anti-social. I'm looking forward to next weekend's wedding and my upcoming class reunion, but not having anything scheduled is very free-ing, if that's a word.
As I've been going to bed early during the week, I'm glad I've found many of the new shows can be found online (I don't even remember when they're on most of the time, so forget the tivo).

MADMEN - Is there anyone who has seen this show who hasn't been drawn in by these characters and their lives? What is it about this show that interests us (besides Mr. Draper-hubba! hubba!)? I mean, all the characters are miserable. Look at Don & Betty. A beautiful couple to see. But Don can't keep his pants on and Betty is miserable and looking elsewhere for what she misses. They never act playfully together or make each other laugh. When I think about it, my parents, who were of this generation, were the same, at least in front of us kids. It IS fun to see everyone drinking and smoking, at work, at home , in labor. Really.

FLASH FORWARD = I got caught up in the concept from the minute this show began. Everyone in the world loses consciousness at the same time for 137 seconds, where they "flash forward" in their minds, seeing what they'll be doing at that time in exactly 6 months. Knowing the future will affect how we behave in the present. Definitely interesting to me. Plus Joseph Fiennes is mighty fine.

MERCY - I've always had a thing for medical dramas, probably going back to Dr. Kildare (I even remember the title of my favorite Kildare episode,"Tyger, Tyger" with Yvette Mimieux). This is another one of those hospital-based dramas filled with doctors & nurses with huge character flaws, similar to "Grey's Anatomy", an older show I still follow.

Friday Night Lights - I love this show! Although it won't air on network tv until Jan., DirectTV will start airing it next week, I'm not sure, if you've weren't a viewer before, that it will capture your interest now. But it's worth a shot. Other than the fact that the supposed high school students are played by actors who haven't seen the inside of a classroom in quite a few years (including Minka Kelly, who has gained some renown for her relationship with Derek Jeter), it's well-acted and beautifully written. And Kyle Chandler isn't hard on the eyes.

And, for laughs, I'm hooked onModern Family
a quirky comedy starring Ed O'Neil of "Married With Children" fame.

I'm going to end with a photo of two of my nephews I took at last week's wedding. Does the word "mischievious" come to mind?

Passionately Pink

2009-10-17T13:06:00.008-04:00

Yesterday was "Passionately Pink Day" at the office, to raise awareness and money for breast cancer research. Everyone was asked to wear something pink, the more, the better. I just don't understand people who don't participate in something like this. Now, I realize, some of us go a bit overboard (including me; see examples below) when it comes to things like this. How hard is it to wear something, anything, with a little pink on it? Of course, you'll always get the guys who feel emasculated if they come near anything pink. When I see or hear that, my opinion of them goes down a few degrees. I'm always tempted to comment that I bet they're not so averse to pink when they are near a gal's pink "private parts;" then pink ain't so bad, is it?
But I really don't understand the women who choose to not participate in this. I mean, statistics show that everyone knows someone who has/had breast cancer. I ran into a co-worker in the ladies' room dressed all in black and asked her where her pink was. I was expecting her to say she forgot about it when she was getting dressed that morning. But her reply was "I don't do pink." Even our company gave out pink pins to everyone. She wasn't even wearing that. I know it's just symbolic and wearing pink isn't going to cure anything, except maybe the mood around the office. Which it definitely did. Plus it brings people together and what's wrong with that?
Anyway, here are a couple of pix from yesterday (can you guess which gal is me?):

Who Needs A Giggle?

2009-10-14T20:18:00.002-04:00

Don't have much time (or energy) to post, but this lady is a pisser.

Eight Years Ago Today.....

2009-10-13T19:30:00.005-04:00

I finally got it right. I married my wonderful LSH, Michael. Happy Anniversary. I'd do it all over again.
The photo above is a bouquet Michael put together of wildflowers from our backyard. He actually made two, one for home and one for my office. We were going to go out to dinner, but I'm very tired. I'd rather go this weekend when I'll, hopefully, be more awake!
I'm very excited. My delivery of Holey Donuts arrived today! I haven't had any yet, but I hear they're spectacular. They're gourmet, low-fat donuts, handmade, nothing artificial. They're pretty expensive normally, but I got them on sale.
If you shop online, you just have to try Ebates.com You go on their site and link to any one of 100's of stores, from Walmart and Lowes to Kate Spade and Sephora. If you buy something, you get a rebate back, anywhere from 2% to 10%, and sometimes more. They send you a check every month. I was suspicious at first, but there really isn't any catch. When you link through the Ebates website, you go to the same website as if you didn't. Prices are the same. You get a rebate on whatever you buy, even clearance sale items. BTW, I'm not being paid by Ebates or anyone to promote them. Just wanted to share this great find. Check them out and tell me what you think. I don't shop any site without checking first if they're part of Ebates.
Thanks to everyone who commented, emailed or phoned with your thoughts and best wishes in regards to my health. It's greatly appreciated.
I hope to get back to posting on a somewhat more regular basis. Hope everyone is doing well.

Calling All Teachers

2009-10-04T22:10:00.002-04:00

This is for all my teacher friends:

Cut & paste:
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1212601907690

Kudos To A Family Member

2009-10-04T10:34:00.000-04:00

Congratulations to my bro-in-law, Mike Siegel. Mike is a cartographer at Rutgers and, along with a few others, has published his second book, "Mapping New Jersey." Mike's part was to create new maps based on various facts, like the area code changes over the years in NJ. Even if you're not a "map person" (like me), it's full of lots of interesting info about NJ. Here's a recent book review:
http://www.pressofatlanticcity.com/life/article_6614a799-ca92-589c-bd18-71c37f3becea.html#user-comment-area

This is the second book Mike has contributed to, his first being "The Encyclopedia of New Jersey."

Hey, fellow Jerseyites, it's never too early to start your Christmas shopping!

I've Got A Case Of The Pity-Mes

2009-10-03T11:25:00.000-04:00

I'm sitting here looking at 2 tickets for the Springsteen concert at Giants stadium, Section 120, that I purchased on 6/1, that went unused last night. It's joining a growing collection of other tickets/invites that went unused because, when the day of the event finally arrived, I wasn't well enough to go. Whatever this thing I have is, fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, MS, or the newest opinion, peripheral neuropathy, it's ruining my life and making it impossible to commit to anything ahead of time, not to mention the lost money spent on events never attended. Last night's tickets cost $235. Within the next month, I have two family weddings and my class reunion.
I saw a new specialist, a neurologist, last week and had some tests; still waiting for the results. Meanwhile, it looks like another weekend spent in bed, hoping I can accumulate enough rest to make it through the next work week, which is not really how this undiagnosed malady works because, no matter how much rest I get, I never feel rested. I'm in constant pain, from my toes, feet, hands, fingers to even my mouth and tongue. I'm down to eating only soft foods because anything else hurts my mouth. My head hurt so much the other day, I took one of my husband's migraine pills.
On the days this past week I worked a full day, I went directly to bed each night. This is no way to live. I'm praying that this new doctor will be able to help me.

Just Checking In

2009-09-27T17:56:00.000-04:00

It's been a week since my last post. Things have been crazy, just too much to do and not enough time to do it. But I just wanted to check in and let anyone who cares, know that I'm alive.
Hope the video below puts a smile on your face, like it did mine!

Honest Scrap (Crap?)

2009-09-20T16:20:00.011-04:00

A few weeks ago, my friend and fellow Jersey girl (although she landed in Jersey via Massachusetts), Donna, presented this challenge to me, in the form of the "Honest Scrap" award.

The Honest Scrap Award rules are as follows:
1. “The Honest Scrap” award is not one to hold all to your self but it must be shared!
2. The recipient has to tell 10 true things about themselves in their blog that no one else knows.
3. The recipient has to pass along this prestigious award to 10 more bloggers.
4. Those 10 bloggers all have to be notified they have been given this award.
5. Those 10 bloggers should link back to the blog that awarded them.

WARNING!

FAMILY MEMBERS

I’M QUITE CANDID. IF YOU REALLY DON’T

WANT TO KNOW ANYMORE ABOUT ME THAN

YOU ALREADY DO, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.

10 things about myself that I haven't shared with you guys yet. Well, here it goes:

!. I was President of my sixth grade class. I won this prestigious post over two challengers. I'm sure it had everything to do with my creative campaign motto. My last name was Rooney, so the hallowed halls of my parochial school were plastered with posters advising my classmates "Don't Be Looney; Vote For Rooney!" Hey! It worked!
2. I've tried some illegal drugs in my time, during my late teens, early 20's. Mostly pot and hash. (I actually had my own hash pipe). I was afraid to try anything harder, particularly after seeing the effect acid and mesc had on some of my college buddies. I did try coke once, but it didn't do much for me. I believe pot should be legal. Free up some of the law enforcement folks to go after the REALLY bad guys.
3. In my 20's, I was attracted to married men. Not proud of it, but I was one very confused chick. And I'm not talking brief flings; one lasted 3 years and another 2. And this was a girl who always said all she wanted to do was get married and have a family. Obviously, I had major man issues.
4. I lost my virginity my freshman year in college to the soundtrack of Santana's first album. "Soul Sacrifice" is one hot song, let me tell you!
5. I was the first female sales representative for, what is now, the world's largest food company. This was way back in the olden days, before women did such things. In fact, I started as a part-time merchandiser. In less than a year, i was hired as a full-time sales rep, their first female rep ever and eventually became a sales manager. For many years, I was the "token" female. Some male customers refused to talk to me because "I was taking a job away from a man." It took quite awhile before that mindset changed. I don't think the young women to day realize what their moms, aunts, etc went through to get where we are today. Of course, NOW I would just LOVE to be able to stay home.
6. I met Bruce Springsteen once. Not just a "I saw him in a restaurant/store" story (just about everyone who lives around here has one of those). No, this is a "I was introduced to him through a mutual acquaintance and Bruce got up from his chair and shook my hand and said 'Nice to meet you" story. Happened a few years ago at an after-school program for disadvantaged kids in Red Bank that I volunteered at. Bruce was a great supporter of the program and would occasionally stop in to read or sing to the kids.
7. When I was 19, I got locked in a building on the Rutgers campus overnight with an instructor. I think it was a grad student union or something like that.
8. Again, when I was 19, my father had me arrested in Dover for stealing a car. It had been my mother's car prior to her passing a few months earlier. Since that time, it had become my transportation. However, Daddy-dear was very po'd with his little girl and figured he teach me a lesson. The Dover police convinced him to drop the charges (via the phone), told me to go home and gave me a police escort out of town. How's that for service? Your tax dollars at work.
9. I have recently become obsessed with watches. Not expensive ones, more costume-like jewelry in different colors and unique designs. I just bought two today online.
10. I owned a travel agency for over 7 years. I had been contemplating selling it. Then, one day, we were held up by a masked gunman. I was out of there 3 months later.

Was this a little more information than you needed?

I'm supposed to tag 10 fellow bloggers. Instead, I'm going to leave it for those of you who wish to take on this exercise.

Opinions Please

2009-09-20T14:00:00.004-04:00

How many of you are familiar with this song? Is it too "60's" or "hippie" for wedding ceremonies in the 21st century? I always wanted it to be played at my (first) wedding, but, for various reasons, it didn't happen. What are your thoughts?

See WHO In My Dreams?

2009-09-18T20:04:00.006-04:00

Have you ever fallen asleep with the tv on and find that your dreams are incorporating some of the things happening on the tv? I was home from work for a day and a half this week, suffering through another flare-up of the inexplicable malady, fibromyalgia, and most of my time was spent in bed, dozing in front of the television. And, let me tell you. the dreams I had! One involved David Caruso (I assume I was sleeping through a rerun of CSI Miami).
He was telling me how concerned he was for "Mother", who lived with him and wasn't well and he just wasn't sure what he was going to do. We ran into Eva La Rue, who plays Natalia on the show, and he repeated the same thing to her. Eventually, he asked me to stop by his place later so I could see "Mother" for myself. I went over and a stranger answered the door and said David was downstairs with "Mother." So I headed down the stairs and found David and "Mother," his aging Boxer dog.
During my nap-a-thon, I also had that old stand-by dream, going to school and forgetting my locker combination. I must have that dream 2 or 3 times a year. What's THAT about? The last dream I remember had something to do with the Holocaust (Schindler's List? Sophie's Choice?), but I don't really remember much about that one.
Also, generally, in all my dreams, when I dream about some male celebrity, I'm ALWAYS their best friend. I've been the BFF for Jon BonJovi, Springsteen, Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Patrick Dempsey, among others. Maybe my sub-conscious believes I'll be around longer as a friend, rather than a lover, which is probably true. But c'mon. Just once, can't I be the hot, trashy one night stand? My sub-conscious & I are going to have a good heart to heart very soon, so I can remind it that I'm not getting any younger and the only shot I have with these guys is IN my dreams, so it's time to lighten up and let mama have a little fun!

The Dress

2009-09-13T12:43:00.006-04:00

Well, I got a dress to wear to the weddings and reunion. When I asked your thoughts about wearing the same dress to both weddings, which will be attended by many of the same people, some of you gave me some good suggestions like, buying something somewhat simple, ie. a little black dress, and accessorizing differently. Makes a lot of sense. But, instead, I bought a dress that has a print that will NOT be forgettable, no matter what I wear with it. But, MOM, I REALLY like it! I like it so much that I may even buy another of the same style with a different design that Nordstrom's has an exclusive online. AND, if my class reunion does happen, it will be perfect because it's so retro 60's.
Now, I've still got decent legs, so I think I can pull off the length. And with a little Spanx (ok, Otin, this may be more information than you want to know), I think I can pull it off.
Here's the Nordstrom's exclusive I'm considering.

Remembering

2009-09-10T20:30:00.012-04:00

It was going to be a lovely, late-summer day. The weathermen promised blue skies, temps in the high 70's. Alarm clocks around town began to wake the weary, letting them know it was time to begin the Monday through Friday routine again - shower, dress, maybe some time for breakfast or, at least a cup of coffee, kiss the spouse and kids good-bye, and head out the door to begin their commute; some by car, some by bus and some, even by ferry. Thirty-seven residents of my town headed to the train station for the 80 minute trek into NYC. Within hours, they were all dead.
September 11, 2001. Nothing in our past could have prepared us for what happened that day. My town, Middletown, lost more residents that day than any other town. The morning of 9/12, one couldn't help but be aware of the cars still in the station parking lot, waiting for the people who drove them there the previous morning.
To remember these residents and give those left behind a place to reflect and perhaps find some comfort, Middletown designed a memorial garden. The memorial features a landscaped walking path with individual memorials for each resident lost, where visitors can reflect about the loss Middletown suffered. Here are a few photos I took during my last visit there in July.

Tiffany Blue - Part II

2009-09-09T20:07:00.005-04:00

Back in November, I posted about receiving a gift card for Tiffanys from the company I work for. Would you believe I finally used it? It turns out, it was for $125, not $250, as I posted. I wondered what the chances were to find something I liked that I wouldn't have to put out much of my own cash. Actually, it wasn't that hard. Sure, I saw plenty of other things I would have loved to have, I know I have champagne tastes; without knowing the prices, I gravitated to some of the more expensive items, like this bracelet and this ring, which, it turned out to be from the same designer, Jean Schlumberger. However, I came back down to earth and got this simple, little bracelet. But, whether it costs $125 or $20,000, it will still arrive in that little, blue box which, for me, is almost as good as the bracelet itself.

And How Was YOUR Weekend?

2009-09-07T19:14:00.005-04:00

Well, my 5 day stay-cation (it's amazing how quickly that term has become part of our everyday speak) is about over. It was so nice to have time to do the "should-dos" like cleaning, grocery shopping, etc. and the want-to-dos, like ballgames, reading and just chilling out.
On Saturday, the LSH & I attended the Mets vs. Cubs game at Citifield. We got there early and played tourist. The area where Shea Stadium once stood is now a parking lot. But they have marked where the infield was, first, second, third base, home and the pitcher's mound. I made sure I had my pic taken at home and third base. However, I hate my pictures, so I refuse to post them.

I bought the tickets on StubHub. Many of the season ticket holders are selling their tix at quite a discount, just trying to recoup some of the cash they laid out. When I printed them, I saw that these tickets entitled us to access to the Acela Club. Now, since the stadium opened, I have been somewhat vocal regarding what I saw as "elitism" with certain bars and/or restaurants allowing only customers who had purchased tickets in specific seating levels, entry. That exclusiveness just didn't sit well with me. I mean, this is baseball, the All-American game, the game of the people. But, I admit, I was curious and, at the suggestion of a friend, I found myself calling to see about getting a reservation. And we were not only able to score a res foe 12:45PM. but our table would be on the outdoor patio overlooking the field. The reservationist assured me that we could sit there and watch the entire game, if we wanted.
So, as conflicted as I was, that was where we were for the entire game. And, I admit, both of us enjoyed it thoroughly. I guess this officially makes me a phony-baloney. If it helps, I'm still very conflicted. And, honestly, I've felt very bad for the owners of the Mets, The Wilpons, who lost, reportedly, over $700 million in the Bernie Madoff rip-off. So, I'm glad I could do something to help them, by enjoying the most expensive French Toast I have ever had.

Morro Castle Anniversary

2009-09-06T12:06:00.004-04:00

I don't know if I'm in the minority in my interest with such things, although I don't think I am, considering the success of the film "Titanic," but there was another, lesser known cruise ship tragedy that occurred off the Jersey Shore coastline in the mid 30's. My local newspaper, the Asbury Park Press, is featuring a three day series on the story of the Morro Castle. For those who might find this interesting, here's the link.
I've always thought that people today were more selfish and eager to make a quick buck than those in the past, but, sadly, it appears, folks back in our parents and grandparents' times were not so different.

Happy Hour Friday!!!

2009-09-04T19:54:00.004-04:00

The Wonderful Wizard of Otin and his sidekick, RxBambi have decided that every Friday should be the day we share a few things that make us happy. And I'm "happy" to be participating in the first Happy Hour Friday.

Some things that make me happy:

1. A 3-day weekend.
2. A Mets win. (I know, there hasn't been much happiness this season :(
3. Red velvet cupcakes.
4. Losing 5 pounds (by not indulging in those red velvet cupcakes).
5. My 13 year old Sheepdog getting a clean bill of health from the vet. (According to the vet , the only disease he's suffering from is old age, just like me).
6. Having time to put my feet up and read a good book.
7. Knowing I have tickets to see Springsteen in a few weeks.
8. My boss being out of the office.
9. Chocolate, any type of chocolate, in any form - candy, ice cream, cake. You name it. It's all good.
10. Enjoying a meal (and a margarita or two on the rocks with salt) sitting outside, with views of the water, with fun friends and my sweetie.

Happy Holiday!

2009-09-04T18:46:00.004-04:00

To all you hard-working bloggers out there, enjoy the holiday. Stay safe and let's all relax!

A Woman's Dilemma

2009-09-03T19:47:00.005-04:00

Today was the start of a 5 day weekend for me. Yay!
I have 2 weddings to attend in October and a possible class reunion in November, so today i went looking for a dress with no success. But my usual dressing room frustration returned, as I brought in 6 different pieces of clothing, 5 of which were a size 12 and 1 a size 10. Two of the size 12s were too big, two were too small, and the size 10, which, when I brought it in to try on, I thought "who are you kidding?", fit perfectly. Men, when they go to buy a pair of jeans/slacks, know they're a 34W 32L, or whatever. Women's sizes don't even make any sense - size 8, size 12, size 18W. What do those numbers mean anyway? Then, you break those sizes down even further. Are you a Junior, Misses, Petite, Woman?
I noticed a lot of the clothes they're showing for the fall reminded me of my hippie days - paisley, multi-colored designs. A lot of animal prints too. Not sure if I can pull that look off anymore.
I have one dilemma. There will be many of the same people at both weddings. I'm having a hard time finding ONE dress; do I now have to get two??

PS. This is NOT my new blog design. I just wanted something else while I'm trying to figure out what to do.

Miscellaneousness

2009-08-30T17:22:00.005-04:00

I attended a bridal shower yesterday for Kelly, the fiancee, of one of Mike's brothers. To be honest, I hate showers (unless they're for me, of course). But, I really had fun at this one. I went with the sis-in-laws (Kelly will be #7) and all the nieces (6), most of whom are playing some part in the wedding. It was the first time for us meeting her family and friends and we seemed to hit it off well. No stuffy people, just a lot of laughs. Someone made this dessert called White Trash (love the name).

My cellphone rang earlier and the female who was calling asked "is this Kathy R***** (my maiden name)?" It was a girl I went through elementary and high school with. We actually were close friends in grammer school. She said, one of her best childhood memories was coming over my house and reading all my Nancy Drew books. One Christmas, my parents bought me the complete Nancy Drew library. God, why didn't I save any of this stuff???
Anyway, she was calling to see if I was planning on going to our high school reunion in November. I'm leaning toward yes, although the place where it's being held, wants a guarantee of 200 people. That seems rather high to me. We did have, believe it or not, over 500 kids in my graduating class. But, 200 still seems optimistic.

I don't even want to admit how many years ago I graduated. As I've gotten older, I'm surprised how sensitive I am about my age. I have to admit, if someone gets me at a weak time and I do tell, they seem surprised. Of course, I realize the standard, politically correct thing to say when someone tells you their age is "Gee, you sure don't look it." My problem is I want to believe they really mean it. Maybe it's because, for years, I really didn't look my age; I was carded at bars until I was 30.
When I was young and time was on my side, I used to scoff when I heard of someone having a facelift. I would say "Why can't they just accept themselves and grow old gracefully? I would NEVER have a facelift." Ah, youth. The focus of my beauty regimen then was to stave off crow's feet around my eyes, so I made sure I kept my eye area moisturized. And, overall, it did seem to work. No crow's feet yet. But, no one ever warned me about the dreaded "parenthesis". I look in the mirror and stretch my skin back and instantly lose 10 years on my face. I tell you right now, if I had the cash, those puppies would be long gone.

As a huge Mets' fan (yes, still), I read a lot of Mets' blogs and follow a lot of Mets' beat reporters and I usually find I agree with them. But I cannot believe what I've been hearing lately. The Mets are out of contention. When that fact became obvious, some fans said that the Mets should shut down Johann Santana, our ace, for the remainder of the season (this was BEFORE he actually went on the DL). Save his arm for next year. They've been saying the same thing about David Wright, our third baseman, since he went on the DL a couple of weeks ago after being hit in the head by a 95 mile an hour fastball. First, I believe no one should be rushed off the DL and back on the field until they're 100%. But, if David is cleared, he should play. It's funny, but these two are probably the least likely, of all the Mets, to agree to be "shut down." What message are we sending our kids? That there's no sense playing if you can't win the big one? What about playing for pride? For the love of the game?

About all these Mets' injuries, (I believe there have been 17 players on the DL and many still are), I have a theory. I believe the Phillies, over the winter, hired an old Haitian mambo (that's a Voudou priestess. See, you just learned something; who says reading my blog is a waste of time?) create voodoo dolls in the images of all the Mets players. They're paying her big money and, so far, she's been worth every penny. I was going to say that, at least we still have Mr.Met but...................

Random Tuesday

2009-08-25T18:35:00.005-04:00

The name of the drugstore where Michael Jackson got his drugs is the Mickey Fine Pharmacy AND GRILL. Only in LA.

Bob Dylan is in negotiations with some company to be the voice of their GPS system. How many other celebs do you think they contacted before calling Dylan? No way could he have been the first choice.

How many times have you watched the news and thought "Gee, I really like that tie Brian Williams is wearing" or "I wish I could wear what Katie Couric is wearing"? Well, folks, fret no more. You too can dress like your favorite newscaster. Check out TV News Closet. I wanted to see what the dresses looked like, but there weren't any. That proves what I've always thought. Most of these people are naked from the waist down.

Attention, fashionistas! Kate Spade is having an online sample sale. I picked up a lovely little purse. Sale ends 8/28.

Three weeks ago, my cellphone crashed. Because of that, I couldn't automatically transfer my phone book into my new phone. I have yet to start entering my numbers into my new phone. I got a Blackberry (my first). The only thing I know how to do is make a call (and barely that). I think I may have bit off more than I can chew.

Maybelline has introduced a vibrating mascara. From what I understand, they're not the first. Dior has a rotating lip gloss.
It "rolls the gloss on uniformly." Oh, that IS a big problem. How many times have you missed whole parts of your lips when applying lipstick? Happens tome all the time.

Did you know President John Adams had a dog named Satan?

Have you ever looked at someone and thought "I can't imagine that person having sex?" C'mon. I know I'm not the only one who has those thoughts. It came to mind today when I passed a co-worker in the hallway. The woman is so shy and reticent, It's just hard to imagine her doing the nasty. But, she's given birth to two kids.

I'll leave you now so you can start doing your own imagining. You can thank me later.

You Just Never Know Who's Reading Your Blog

2009-08-23T12:48:00.003-04:00

This is a shout-out to all my readers at Verizon. A little bird (Barbara) told me I had somehow gotten a following in her office. The mom of the young DW fan (I'm sorry I forget your name) should enjoy my previous post.

Alright now, finish up here AND GET BACK TO WORK!!!

Welcome To My World

2009-08-22T18:57:00.012-04:00

For those of us who have full-time jobs, the workplace is a second home, complete with a second family. And, like families, there are different personalities. Fun people, serious people, lazy people, strange people, shy people, bossy people, stuck-up people. There are people dressed to the nines everyday and people who look like they slept in their clothes. People you like and people you don't. People you look forward to seeing and people you avoid like the plague. People you enjoy working with and people that make you bite your tongue when they're around.
My scheduled work hours are 8-5PM with an hour for lunch, Monday-Friday. I NEVER get out of the office before 5:30PM and rarely take a full hour for lunch. Often I eat at my desk or don't have lunch at all. I'm fortunate that my commute is easy, living 8.5 miles from the office, I never have to travel on any major highways.
Most people don't even have offices anymore; it's a world of cubicles, which offer absolutely NO privacy. In my company, only the very top executives have an office that actually has a door that can be closed.
I've tried to personalize my space a bit and I wonder what impression it gives to people who don't really know me. So here are a few pix of my second home:

My "office." I try to keep it neat, so I appear somewhat organized. I'm not always successful. Things to note:

My ever-present water bottle. I drink a ton of water, which I know is a good thing. However, it leads to an inordinate amount of bathroom time. If I'm not at my desk, the odds are I'm in the ladies' room.
My fan. Like every modern-day office building, the heat and a/c systems are horrible. Freezing in the summer, hot as hell in the winter. Or the temperature changes every few feet, literally. I just never know how to dress. I wish there was some way I could get a weather report for work every morning before dressing.
My new phone. Since the lay-offs, I've been given the additional responsibility of overseeing the phone team for our division. You know, the customer service reps we all love to speak with when we call with a question or problem with whatever. This new phone is supposed to allow me to see various phone stats, like how many calls are waiting, how long they've been waiting, who's on the phone and who isn't. The only problem is there was only one guy who knew how to set this up and he was one of the people laid off. For now, I'm just happy I can get and make calls on it.
My Mets teddy bear - a gift from the LSH.

On top of the file cabinet behind me, I have various mementos and photos of people and things important to me.

That handsome fellow in the picture is David Wright, 3rd baseman for my beloved Mets. Everyone that knows me well at work knows about my devotion to the Amazins' and my maternal thing for Mr. Wright. However, a woman from another department who I rarely have any interaction with, stopped by my cube to discuss something. I was on the phone, so I motioned to her to just take a seat. Now, that photo was taken in a prestigious men's store in Manhattan. As you can see, we're standing in front of a display of shirts and ties. After I hung up, she asked me who the young man was. Without any forethought, I said "That's my son, David." She said "My, he's very handsome." I thanked her and then added "He's in retail. We're so proud." The woman looked at a loss for words and then just said "Oh, that's nice." In the meantime, I could hear someone who had overheard me, laughing loudly and I lost it. The woman looked at me like I was crazy (you may be right, I may be crazy), and I admitted the truth to her. I don't think she appreciated my sense of humor. She told me whatever it was that made her stop by and quickly departed. BTW, she no longer works for the company.
A postscript - unbeknown to me, but the NY sports station, SNY, was there and filmed me speaking with David before the photo. A few weeks later, David & I showed up on the show "Mets Weekly."
The other photo is me and "the Girls" on my wedding day. The Girls and I have been friends since kindergarten or 1st grade (except for Candy, who we adopted junior year in high school when she transferred in. Actually, GF Kathy taught me how to tie my shoes.

Next there's a pic of me and the LSH, posing with one of the exotic birds at one of the ports on our cruise last December. Then we have my Billy Wagner bobblehead doll and my commemorative replica of Shea Stadium, both giveaways from games we attended last year. In the background is my boy, Bailey, the shaggy dog.

That's a photo of my previous sheepdog, Patrick, the LSH being captured by some pirates at some port while I stayed on board, hanging at the pool, being waited on by pool boys, sipping exotic drinks with tiny umbrellas, and me and the LSH on our wedding day.

That hand is actually what is known as a former, used to make gloves. (The company I work for makes surgical and exam gloves, among other things). And, yes, those are Mardi Gras beads and no, I'm not going to tell you how I got them! A girl needs to maintain SOME mysteries about herself.

One of the Great Mysteries of Life

2009-08-18T18:59:00.005-04:00

Help me solve what, I consider, one of the great mysteries of life::

Some say it's a sign that drugs can be bought in the area, some say it's a gang thing. When I was growing up, you would see this
in my neighborhood and, believe me, there were no gangs or drug dealers in Central Jersey suburbia way back when.
And this isn't strictly an American thing; I've seen sneakers hanging from wires in London and Rome.
To be honest, I like when I come upon someone's old Nikes, swaying in the breeze. For some reason, it always makes me smile. And, I would think that it takes some talent.
While doing the little research I did (very little) for this post, I found I'm not alone in my fascination with sneaker tossing. Someone has actually made a movie about it.

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And finally, I've heard of a shoe tree, but this might be taking it a bit too far:

Calling Fellow Bloggers

2009-08-15T18:55:00.002-04:00

I've been getting a bit tired of blogging and think maybe re-designing my blog site. But I'm really clueless about all this. Donna has given me some tips to start with. If anyone else would like to share anything with me, I'd appreciate it. Was anyone previously on Blogspot, but gone to another blog site? I see so many sites that I admire and wonder how they did it. If you'd like to share your secrets, you don't have to worry; I promise not to tell anyone else :) AND I will definitely give you a shout-out for your advice.

Thursday Thirteen

2009-08-13T20:42:00.004-04:00

If you've been following my recent posts, you've read about the crappy things that have been going on at my workplace. I survived the cuts, but now have a ton more work & responsibility, which hasn't necessarily brought out the best in me. I tend to get a bit sarcastic (cough..cough), so here are 13 things you might hear pass from my lips if you happened to have the pleasure of working near me (with a special shout-out to Annie, my COAir buddy):

1. You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing.
2. Well, this day was a total waste of make-up.
3. Well, aren't we a damn ray of sunshine?
4. Do I look like a people person?
5. This isn't an office. It's hell with fluorescent lighting.
6. I started out with nothing and I still have most of it left.
7. Sarcasm is just one more service I offer.
8. Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't gone to sleep yet!
9. Don't worry. I forgot your name too.
10. I work 45 hours a week to be this poor.
11. Wait...I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.
12. Ambivalent? Well, yes and no.
13. You look like shit. Is that the style now?

God, I'm Hip

2009-08-12T19:30:00.005-04:00

Let's just say the old girl (me) is still rocking it. And I wasn't even trying.
Recently, a younger colleague of mine at work asked me about something she had seen me wearing on and off over the past few weeks. She had thought about buying it, but wasn't sure if it would work for her. She mentioned she had read about it in Glamour and In-Style and had even seen a segment about them on one of the AM talk shows. I had no idea. It was just something I happened to see in Tar-gey and thought might be useful, especially with the hot, humid weather we've been having. And what could it be, you're asking??? Well, here it is, folks, the hottest thing in hair-styling today..................

And, you men out there. Don't think this product is just for the girls. One of Hollywood's manliest (well, used to be) actors has been spotted wearing his own E-Z Comb:

Who would have thought me & Joaquin had similar tastes?
So, take it from me and Joaquin, go out and get your own EZ-Comb. You won't regret it (and neither will your hair)!

Random Tuesday

2009-08-11T19:40:00.005-04:00

I doubt if I will achieve the superb randomness of the Wizard, but I'm feeling random enough to give it a try.

How come you never hear anyone say "Gee, the winter went by SO fast!"?......Cops in NY shot & killed a man who was pointing a gun at them. The tv news report I heard said that "police handcuffed the body before taking it away," WTF???.....How come everything I like to eat and drink is bad for me?... How come, since I started Weight Watchers, the only part of my body that has gotten smaller is my feet. I'm not kidding. I've gone down 1/2 a size.......Who decided in our culture that it's okay for men to have hairy legs, but not women? Was it to punish women because women don't have to shave their faces?...Why isn't the price of clothes based on size? Everything else you buy, the more you get, the more it costs. Maybe, if smaller clothes were less expensive, it might be an incentive to lose weight........How come Paris Hilton is famous? (I asked this in an earlier post, but I still haven't gotten an answer........Speaking of "celebrities", why doesn't Joan Rivers pack it in?.....I wish Budweiser would bring back Spuds McKenzie? He was the original party animal.

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Technology - A Wonderful Thing??

2009-08-09T15:45:00.003-04:00

I had a few ideas for a post today, but all my plans went out the window because my less than 6 month old Palm Treo CRASHED! I didn't even know cellphones could crash. I lost EVERYTHING I had on that phone. So, now, I have to spend the rest of the day learning about my new Blackberry Curve and entering all my phone numbers. Of course, the only place I had a lot of these #s was in my phone, so I'll also be emailing a lot of folks, asking for their info again. Once everything is done, I WILL back it up in my laptop, so I will never be in this situation again. Why do I always have to learn the hard way!!!

Garfield Is The Man (uhh, I mean, CAT)

2009-08-04T18:59:00.007-04:00

When I first saw this comic on Sunday, I took it as a compliment. Now, looking at it again, I'm not so sure. maybe I'm just sensitive because I had to get weighed in today at my Weight Watcher's meeting.

" GARFIELD"

Lazy Sunday

2009-08-02T16:03:00.002-04:00

Sometime it's true that our bodies know what we need, even if we don't. I originally woke up around 7AM because Bailey was barking. Once I reassured him that we didn't miss our alarm and could sleep in a bit, I put my head back on the pillow "just for a few more minutes." Next thing I know is the LSH is waking me from a deep sleep (and I'm having a dream about Springsteen, no less). He said he was just checking that I was alright. It turned out to be 1PM! The sound of the rain on the skylights probably contributed to my unconsciousness.
I just baked some blueberry muffins (from scratch, no less)! Can't wait for them to cool down to taste. If they taste half as good as they look, I'll be in good shape.
Hope everyone is enjoying their Sunday, lazy or not.

The Week That Was

2009-08-01T15:41:00.005-04:00

First, I want to thank everyone who left comments, sent emails, e-cards and Twitter nudges to let me know that I was in your thoughts and prayers. It really means so much to me that people that I've never met personally would take the time to send their thoughts and wishes to me. You really are a great bunch of people!
Your prayers were heard because I did survive. Having said that, it still was the worst week I've ever experienced in my entire working life. The entire management level directly above mine, in my dept., was let go, including the person who hired me and the person who promoted me. It all happened late Tuesday afternoon. I saw the woman I reported to (and loved) get summoned to HR, along with the other managers. My first thought was that they were being called in to be told who on their staff they would have to let go. But, when they got back, each of them was escorted back to their cubes with an HR person, to pick up their purses/car keys, to be led out of the building. I felt so helpless. I started to cry (actually sob) out of sadness and definitely anger. I said to the HR person who was with my manager "You can bet that those people who are left, aren't going to forget how this was handled." She looked at me and said "I think you need to take a walk!" Which I did, to another dept to see some friends and share the news. About 15 minutes later, 2 HR people found me and said I needed to get back because there was going to be a meeting with the remaining staff. They said how difficult this was and blah, blah, blah and wanted to let us know that the cuts were over in my department, FOR NOW. They asked if there were any questions. I had to ask what was the reason for dragging this out for the entire week. I don't think I told you that, last Friday morning, the CEO sent an email worldwide, to let everyone know that the lay-offs were starting on Monday and will be done each day until the end of the week. Oh, and by the way, have a great weekend. What the hell were people supposed to do with that information? Start updating our resumes? HR's responses were idiotic and made no sense.
At least, I got the suspense over early in the week. Not so, my friends in other departments. Finally, around 2PM Friday afternoon, the CEO set out an email saying that it was over. So, everyone took a sigh of relief. Except, whoops, the email was sent a bit prematurely because there was one person left who hadn't been told yet she was out of a job, one of our Lunch Bunch. She read the email and, like everyone else, thought she had survived. But about 10 minutes later, she got the call. Word travelled fast, and I went over to her dept to give her a hug and tell her I'd be in touch. There were a few people there and, as I waited my turn, one of the HR people, who I have now renamed Catbert (the "Evil Director of HR" in Dilbert) calls me aside and tells me that, since I'm not in that dept., I need to leave. I told her, not very politely that, no, I wasn't going to leave until I said good-bye. After I did, Catbert called me over and asked me "Are you okay?" I said, "No, I'm not. Are you?" and I walked away.
Don't get me wrong. I totally understand the impact the economy has had and that some hard choices had to be made. But, I don't think the company did enough to cut back costs before resorting to lay-offs. I know everyone I've spoken with said that they were willing to take a cut in salary, if it would save some jobs. Also, I have yet to see or hear how the company's downturn has affected the top execs, except, maybe, in their stock portfolios. I know that they all have contracts detailing what they're entitled to, but, just because it's in your contract, doesn't mean you have to take it. When I leave ther building each day, i walk past their assigned parking spots (of course, the spots closest to the building) and I see their Escalades, BMWs, Jags, etc. Even as a token gesture, it would have been nice to see the CEO and his gang give up their cars and all the expenses that go along with them, ie. insurance, gas, etc. Our 2009 annual report should come out sometime this month which, among other things, publishes the salaries, bonuses and stock options the top execs received. We worker bees are very interested to see what the report has to say.
On top of all this drama, one of my cousins passed away on Wednesday from the long-term effects of chemotherapy. We were the same age. He was just a wonderful guy with a wonderful family. Aunt Rose, SallyAnn, Rosemary, Denise and family, you are all in my thoughts and prayers.

The Office

2009-07-27T20:05:00.005-04:00

The massacre has begun, as promised. My company started the lay-offs today. I have never been through anything like this. The offices are so quiet, everyone just waiting to see who's next. It started before 8AM and the last person I saw being escorted from the building, in tears, was around 430PM. And just when I think I can't be anymore shocked, I get word of another person who was let go and my mouth drops even more. People who've been with the company over 20 years, a woman with kids whose husband lost his job earlier this year and right after, was diagnosed with cancer (he's 38 years old) and is in the middle of his chemo treatments. And once they give you the news, they escort you to your cube to retrieve your purse or keys and then out the door. No good-byes, no packing up your personal effects. They say that someone will pack up your things for you and you'll get a call to let you know when you can stop by to pick them up.
And the severance pay?? One week's pay for every year you've been there. How generous! If I find myself out the door, I'll get 5 WEEKS pay. That will get me far.
My department hasn't lost anyone yet. Rumor has it that it will probably start in my department tomorrow; HR has booked one of our conference rooms for 1/2 the day. For me, the worse case scenario is, of course, losing my job. We are already aware that the powers that be think my department is top heavy in management, so we know that that's where the changes are going to come from. If I manage to survive, the next worst thing would be if they fired my supervisor and kept the other. I've already had big issues with the other supervisor and I don't even report to her. I can't imagine reporting directly to her.
One of my friends didn't wear any eye make-up today because she knew, if she got let go, she would be hysterical and didn't want to have raccoon eyes. I think I'm going to join her tomorrow with naked eyes.

Alexis Cohen

2009-07-26T19:51:00.002-04:00

I haven't watched American Idol this past year, but if you watched Season 7, you probably will remember Alexis Cohen. Her video from AI is below. The reason I'm mentioning her is that she was found dead early yesterday morning in Seaside Heights. Her body was found around 4AM, lying on the side of a road. The police are calling it a homicide.

Did Ja Miss Me???

2009-07-26T15:15:00.003-04:00

Jersey Girl was on a brief, unplanned hiatus this week from blogging. Life just got in the way, keeping me from doing the things that I want to do.
I love Sunday mornings. This time of year, I take my Mets mug of coffee out to the deck to leisurely peruse the Sunday paper. I started reading the paper when I was quite young, first, just the comics. From there, I added the Entertainment section to my daily reading. Eventually, I graduated to the whole paper, including the obituaries. My mother used to tease me about that; I think she also thought it was a bit strange. I really don't know why I read it. Occasionally, I would recognize a name, perhaps a schoolmate's parent.
During college, I worked one summer in a local bank. One of my jobs was to read the obits in all the local papers and check to see if they had an account with the bank and flag it. This was to stop anyone from withdrawing money from the account. Morbid, but right up my alley.
Speaking of morbid, when my mother passed away, my ever-frugal father, had his name and date of birth carved on the tombstone. My father outlived my mother over 20 years; it had to be strange for him to see his name on a tombstone with this blank area where the date of the day he would die, was waiting to be filled in.
Having his name put on the tombstone prematurely caused all other complications later on, considering he started having an affair with the married nurse he hired to take care of my mom at home during the day after I left for college. Even after my mom died, my father didn't want this woman to get divorced. And she didn't. Instead, her husband killed himself. Her son found him on the kitchen floor with a bullet in his head. Nice, huh? So my father did the honorable thing (she says, tongue firmly planted in cheek) and eventually married her. My father is now buried with my mother and the second wife is buried with her first husband. Isn't that special?? As you might be able to figure out, no one ever mistook my family for the Anderson family on "Father Knows Best."
Anyway, obituaries have changed over time. They're much more interesting. Just today, I learned:

MB, age 77, loved crafts and was quite talented,
CC, age 57, was a "big, fun-loving truck driver,"
BD, age 70, was known as "The Queen of the Apple Pie,"
MD, age 93, "loved to drive and would pick up and visit anyone for any reason anywhere in the country, often by herself." (And no, she did not die in a car accident),
MW, age 94, left instructions in her journal, that her funeral was to be "simple, simple, simple" and there was to be no sadness.
BW, age 16 (these are the tough ones, I always wonder how someone so young died. Sometimes you can tell whe the family requests donations to some charity.) She loved the Jonas Brothers and her 2 cats, Niki and Oreo.
LC, no age given, made a mean cheesecake,
MD, age 71, was an avid Mets fan and went to Spring Training every year. (Uh-oh, the Mets can't afford to lose another fan, with the record they have. I'd figure I'd get that joke in before Otin did).

Makes me think what would be in my obit. Let's see, avid Mets fan, dog lover, Jersey Girl, took her 3 tries to get marriage right (or you could just say "slow learner"), survived her childhood (and cancer twice), hopefully good friend and sister, quick with a joke (sometimes too quick, which translated means "my foot spent more time in my mouth than the average person." I don't know, it doesn't sound like much. Maybe I haven't peaked yet! What about you? What would be the highlights in your obit?

Never Too Old To Rock

2009-07-19T17:28:00.003-04:00

At least, that's what I tell myself. I just have to convince my body.
As I mentioned in my last post, we didn't get home until 3AM yesterday. I admit, I can't remember the last time we were out that late. Yes, during the concert , I was on my feet a bit, dancing to the tunes of my youth, enjoying myself thoroughly. Now, the trip home was less fun. We got the 12:06AM train to Penn Station and then, had to hang out for the 1:18AM NJ Coastline Train which pulled into Middletown at around 2:30AM. BTW, Penn Station at 1AM is interesting people-watching, to say the least. Finally, they announced our train would be departing from Track 2. We make our way down, only to find a completely deserted train, doors shut tight, all lights off. Then an announcement that, oops, we meant Track 3. Back up the stairs and over to Track 3. By this time, my body is starting to let me know that it's way past my bedtime.
Alright, I admit, I didn't get out of bed yesterday until 3PM, and that was only because the dog woke me up. I tried to stand and I couldn't believe how much my body ached. My legs felt like I had WALKED home from NY and my arms felt like I had carried a 10 pound sack of potatoes while doing it. Now, up until a few years ago, I exercised regularly. So, it's a bit disappointing to have my body let me down this way.
Well, I've got the Springsteen show coming up early October; i better start working out now.

Exhausted But Happy

2009-07-18T18:27:00.004-04:00

Exhausted because we didn't walk in the door until 3AM and got a real chewing out from Bailey for leaving him alone for so long. But very happy because the concert was everything I hoped and more. I'm not going to go through the play-by-play; I'll let USAToday give you the highlights.
It was amazing the age mix of the crowd. Of course, there were those young kids who were forced to go with their parents. But what I loved was the older tweens and 20 somethings who were there. There were a group of them in front of us and they knew all the words and got super excited when a song would start that was an unexpected surprise, like "Baby, You Can Drive My Car," which opened the show or "Paperback Rider." There was a little girl, about 10 years old with her dad, sitting next to the LSH. He asked her if she knew who Paul was. She smiled and said she did, he was one of the men in her father's favorite band. Sitting on my side were 2 couples in my age group who were lots of fun and I could be goofy with. We all were sharing our memories of those days and how much the Beatles were part of our lives. Are there any other performers since then that actually changed lives? We were on our feet for many of the songs, singing and swaying, waving the peace sign during songs like "Give Peace A Chance." We noted that, as much as that song means to us, it's a shame that it's still relevant today. In many ways, we haven't come so far.
I do have one question (actually 2) - How could Paul McCartney be 67 years old and can a 67 year old male be described as "cute?"
Well, I've changed a lot since the first time I heard my first Beatle song, but one thing hasn't, I still love you, Paul.

Fingers Crossed

2009-07-16T22:04:00.004-04:00

Don't have much to say, except please say a prayer, keep your fingers crossed, throw salt over your shoulder, wish on a star, knock on wood, I think you get the point. And what is it you're hoping???? That it won't rain over Citifield tomorrow night. Tomorrow is the McCartney concert and, although they say the show will go on rain or shine, I don't want to be rained on, thank you very much. so, let's see the power of all you bloggers out there. NO RAIN TOMORROW NIGHT!

All-Star Break

2009-07-14T20:17:00.004-04:00

As you might know, I'm a big baseball fan and right now, we're in the middle of the All-Star break. Over the last few years, a lot of attention has been given to the cheaters in baseball, the players who thought the rules didn't apply to them. But, there are many players who use their fame and popularity to do good, from raising money for needy causes to just being available to put a smile on a young fan's face.
Below is a video of a great example. Of course, it features my boy, David Wright, making a little boy's wish come true. The little boy is adorable (the big boy isn't too bad either!)

Girls Just Wanna Have Shoes

2009-07-12T21:23:00.011-04:00

I understand that this was the original title when Cyndi Lauper wrote this song, but one of the record execs Said she had to change it because he didn't think enough girls would be able to relate. Had to be a man.
I went shoe shopping last week. I was looking for a pair of red, strappy sandals with a heel no higher than 2 inches. I don't know how anyone can walk in those 3 and 4 inch stilettos that are so popular. For me, it would be a broken ankle just waiting to happen. And actually, it seems to me that most women DON'T know how to walk in them. Have you ever really watched someone wearing them? They walk with their hands out on their sides, like they're walking on a tightrope or they're bent forward or backward, trying to balance themselves (if they're not holding onto the walls for dear life.
Anyway, I didn't really have much hope in finding what I was looking for because, as sad as this sounds, it's really the end of the season for summer shoes and most stores won't be getting in anymore. I was able to find a pair though, not as strappy as I was hoping for, but still cute. I also happened to find 3 other pairs of shoes that I loved. I wasn't planning to buy four pairs of shoes, so I made this deal with myself - If they have them in my size, 6 1/2, then I was meant to have them. C'mon girls, don't tell me I'm the only one who has used this rationalization before. Well, I guess it was meant to be because they had all 3 in my size. So, off to the register I went, picking up a cute, Tommy Hilfiger tote along the way:

Now, I wore one of my new pair of shoes the other day to work, expecting to hear all kinds of compliments like "I LOVE those shoes" or "those shoes are SO cute!", but no one, I mean, NO ONE said anything, Is my taste really terrible? I thought they were adorable. They're Etienne Aigners and not that that automatically makes them great, but c'mon now. Are these that awful?

Web Site Story

2009-07-08T20:08:00.003-04:00

Thought this was very clever and something all you bloggers might relate to:

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New Jersey - Lesson 2

2009-07-06T16:44:00.021-04:00

In my continuing effort to educate the world about the real New Jersey, I decided to use my hometown as Lesson 2.
Middletown is quite large in area and made up of differently named sections. Many times, when speaking about where in MT one lives with another MT resident, the question that inevitably comes up is "Dry side or wet side?" Rt 36 divides part of the town, with one side on the bay and the other, guess what? not. Dry side, wet side - get it???
I live in the section known as Navesink (pronounced NAY-ve-sink). And believe me, if you don't pronounce it with that long A around some of the old-timers that hang out at the Little Red Store every morning, they'll be sure to correct you.
So, the other day, I & my trusty camera went on an expedition to showcase the area. I have to admit, if you've never gone around your area to take pictures, I highly recommend it. When we go away, we always make sure to get pictures of the sights that we visit, but never think of it when we're home. It gave me a new appreciation of where I live. All these photos were taken within 3 miles of my home:

Okay, this is the harbor in Atlantic Highlands, a very nice little town on its own (I bought my very first house there). But, as you travel down Rt 36 on your way to Sandy Hook, you'll go through Middletown, then a couple of miles through AH & then you're back in Middletown again, so I feel ok including it here.

The aforementioned Little Red Store:

This area was settled during the Revolutionary War. Here are some homes here that were built during that time:

The Old Stone Church:

And no photo tour of a true Jersey town would be complete without one of the biggest things we're famous for:

Coming soon, the final chapter: Middletown and 9/11

4th Of July Jersey Shore

2009-07-06T15:38:00.004-04:00

This was the scene at the end of our block on 4th of July at around 11AM. I'm sorry I can't provide the sound effects, like horns blowing, radios blasting and people yelling. The traffic actually started around 7AM. By the time this picture was taken, Sandy Hook was full & closed, so now these people (New Yawkers) have no idea where to go or what to do. Notice the cars who pulled off the highway to start their July 4th celebration right here. The cops showed up and moved this group along. Later on, I ventured out to go to the CVS and took this pic while stopped at the traffic light:

And that's the way it was on 7/4/2009 here at the beautiful Jersey Shore.

2009-07-06T13:54:00.002-04:00

I just received The Friendship Award from Maureen at Island Roar. Although I received it once before (from the ever-knowing Wizard of Otin), I'm thrilled to receive it again. One can never have too many friends, can they? So, thank you for thinking of me, Maureen. I'm very happy to be considered your friend.

Bad Mac

2009-07-05T12:18:00.004-04:00

My Mac is having issues. There's a pad on the keyboard that acts as a mouse and it's not working, so I have to bite the bullet and take it to the Apple store to be checked out. (I'm writing this from the LSH's ancient laptop (it may be old, but it IS working). The closest Apple store is about 25 miles away (one way). And, although it's a beautiful day here at the Jersey shore (plus Santana is pitching an afternoon game, I got to get this repaired. I downloaded a lot of pix that I've taken this weekend into it, so I'm hoping the laptop isn't out of commission for long.
Until then, I probably won't be blogging much, if at all, but I'll still be lurking around, checking up on you guys. Until then....please wish my Mac a speedy recovery.

Good Morning NJ (& The Rest of The World)

2009-07-03T10:00:00.003-04:00

Ah, the start of a 4 day weekend (I took Monday off too). In the summer, no less. The weather gods have finally realized it IS summer in NJ too and have brought us some beautiful weather.
A chance to sleep in on a Friday. Except we forgot to tell Bailey, our OLD Old English Sheepdog:

Exactly at 5:30AM, our normal M-F rising time, he started barking. With pillow over my ears, I try to explain to him we didn't need to get up (anyone with a dog will understand that speaking to your dog like he's human and expecting him to understand is quite normal; those of you who have never been lucky enough to have a close relationship with a canine, will just have to take my word for it). I finally managed to convince him to go back to sleep. Two hours later, he started again and I decided that this would be a reasonable time to rise. The LSH is still sleeping; he works for Middletown and last night was the first free Concert In The Park that the town holds in one of Middletown's 48 parks,every other Thursday during the summer, so he was there working, helping to make sure everything went smoothly, and it did.
I decided to take my morning ritual, having my 2 cups of coffee (with Coffee-Mate Sugar-Free French Vanilla Creamer) & leisurely reading the Asbury Park Press, out on the deck. The photo above is a pic I took from the deck back in the spring. (I wish NJ would start burying all the wires underground. They really are ugly).
Reading the paper was followed up by bringing my laptop out here, checking my mail, stopping by a few of my favorite websites, and writing this blog.
So that's where I'm at right now. Sounds like there are signs of life coming from inside the house which must mean the LSH has arisen (either that, or we're being robbed). I do have to do some mundane tasks today, like grocery shopping (I HATE IT!), but I just might stop by my favorite local shoe boutique; I'm looking for a pair of red, strappy sandals with a small heel. Kate Spade Online has been having a great clearance sale this week and did have a pair of red sandals I loved, but didn't have a heel.
So, if I don't "see" you anymore this weekend, let me wish you a wonderful & safe 4th of July, 2009!

Thursday Thirteen

2009-07-01T17:21:00.005-04:00

In keeping with my promotion of the Garden State, here are 13 things you might not know about New Jersey:

1. Highlands, New Jersey has the highest elevation along the entire eastern seaboard, from Maine to Florida.

2. New Jersey has more race horses than Kentucky.

3. New Jersey has the most diners in the world and is sometimes referred to as the Diner Capital of the World.

4. New Jersey is home to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. (No, they are NOT in New York!)

5. New Jersey is the world leader in blueberry and cranberry production.

6. The light bulb, phonograph, and motion picture projector, were invented by Thomas Edison in his Menlo Park, NJ laboratory. (My husband's great-grandfather worked for Thomas Edison).

7. The first baseball game was played in Hoboken, NJ, which is also the birthplace of Frank Sinatra.

8. The first intercollegiate football game was played in New Brunswick in 1889. (Rutgers College played Princeton.)

9. New Jersey is home to both of "NEW YORK'S " ProFootball Teams.

10. The first Indian reservation was in New Jersey.

11. Atlantic City has the longest boardwalk in the world.

12. The first Drive-in Movie theater was opened in Camden, NJ, (but they're all gone now.)

And my favorite:

13. North Jersey has the most shopping malls in one area in the world, with seven major shopping malls in a 25 square mile radius.

New Jersey - The Rodney Dangerfield of U.S. States

2009-06-30T20:13:00.009-04:00

There is no other state that is ridiculed and made the butt of as many jokes as New Jersey. The next time I tell someone I'm from NJ, please try and refrain from asking "What exit?" Many folks' impressions of NJ are drawn from the only place they've travelled in NJ - the infamous Turnpike. The opening credits on the Sopranos don't help either. For those New Yorkers who love to razz on my state, I have one question - why do I see so many cars with NY plates here at the Jersey Shore this time of year, usually blocking an intersection I'm trying to get through.
Yes, like most stereotypes, there is some truth to them. We do have lots of pizzerias, 24 hour diners, a few oil refineries (somebody has to do it), and, yes, I've known a few guys who would have been right at home in a Soprano's episode.
Anyway, I thought I would do my duty as a proud New Jerseyan and share some of the real New Jersey with the rest of the world, starting with my hometown, Middletown.
In addition to moi, Middletown is also the home of:

Jon Bon Jovi - Check out his digs.

Mighty Max Weinberg- E Street Band drummer & bandleader of the Tonight Show Band
See home here.

Mr. & Mrs. Maury Povich (aka Connie Chung)
Home

NBC News anchor, Brian Williams, grew up here and was a volunteer fire fighter and legendary football coach, Vince Lombardi, is buried here.

Well, that's all for today's "Introduction to Middletown, NJ" class. Tomorrow's lesson: Jersey Girl's Neighborhood.

Living A Sitcom Life

2009-06-28T17:31:00.003-04:00

The other day I posted about losing my engagement ring down the bathroom sink drain and fellow blogger, The Wizard of Otin, commented that sometimes life feels like a sitcom, and, after thinking about it, I have to say I agree with him.
This Sunday began like most, a leisurely cup of coffee or two while reading the Sunday paper. We were having people over for a barbeque and, though I had done some prep yesterday, there was still more to do, but I had plenty of time.
The LSH headed down to the basement to retrieve something and I heard "Oh, s**t! We have a leak." I hurried down the stairs to find water everywhere and large droplets still falling from the ceiling. Assuming it was a pipe, we ran upstairs to check the bathroom. I stepped in my barefeet onto the carpet runner we have in the hallway and felt "squish, squish, squish." It was saturated. My first thought was "WTF?" (This is my new favorite expression. It seems I've been using it a lot lately). I had just walked down this hall less than 40 minutes ago and things were fine. The hallway ceiling was fine. Checked the bathroom; it was dry. Checked the attic. Not a drop of water to be seen. Headed into the office and found another saturated carpet. Not only that, but everything in our bookshelf as well as my little Mets shrine on the shelf on the wall behind the desk was soaked. WTF?
Suddenly, the LSH says "Oh, s**t! (One of HIS favorite expressions). I think I know what it is."
We have about 14 window boxes outside our house. The LSH set up a wonderful irrigation system on a timer to water all the boxes. It's been working great. Our flowers have never looked so lovely, mainly because, in the past, after the novelty waned, both of us got a little lazy when it came to watering and by Labor Day, our window boxes were full of dead plants.
Well, it seems that, one of the tubes that fed water to the tiny hose in one of the window boxes disconnected and instead, not just sprayed, but sent water full force through the open window. We figured it had been doing this for at least 15 minutes.
The LSH felt like it was his fault, but I told him I was happy that was all it was. It was better than having a pipe burst.
So, I got started on my prep a bit later than I had planned, but our guests were late arriving, so it all worked out. AND now, maybe we can get some new carpeting for the office, something I have wanted to do since we moved in. So, as "they" say (whoever "they" are), all's well that ends well.

Battle Hymn of the Boomers

2009-06-24T19:50:00.002-04:00

Oy vay! How I can relate!
(If my music is playing, you can shut it off. Just scroll down to My Playlist on the right side and hit the "II" button.

OOPS!

2009-06-23T19:23:00.004-04:00

My Tuesday started off ominously. Rushing around this morning, trying to get out the door on time (or as close to on time as possible), I was washing my hands and my engagement ring fell off. I screamed "NOOOOO! and slammed the tap shut. But, I wasn't fast enough and it disappeared down the drain. The LSH had left for work already, so I put a sign on the sink "DO NOT RUN WATER!" I called him and said "honey, I have a little job for you when you get home."
Now, the LSH is pretty handy around the house, meaning he is capable of doing his own home repairs and improvements; the problem is getting him to do them. But I had no doubt he'd be able to handle this emergency.
So, when he got home, he looked around his workshop, trying to find the best tool for the job and thank God, he had this:

Powerful
All
Purpose
Extra-strength
Reshapeable
Centuries old
Lightweight
Indispensible
Precious stone grabber

I recommend, if you don't own one, that you make a mad dash to your local Home Depot or, better yet, your neighborhood hardware store, as soon as possible. You just never know when you'll need one. If you don't know what to ask for, you can just print the photo below.