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In case any of my friends or family members actually read this Blog, please consider all Names, Characters, Places and Incidents to be the product of the author's imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales are entirely COINCIDENTAL...Muaaah!! Now, really, about me: I bring the crazy wherever I go, so I've been told...I make fun of myself more than anyone else ever could. I hate: the awkward silence in elevators, watches with no numbers, picky eaters, Cancer and legalism. I love: coffee, stalking Hugh Jackman, my Spanx, COMMENTS, sarcasm and writing: Middle Grade, NA, YA Paranormal and Urban Fantasy.

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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Some very good Christmas presents I received, along with some very, very, bad.


Christmas Eve brought Santa Claus and lots of presents to my house. Some very good presents, but some very bad. Number One of the list of "not so good" gifts we received: the 2:00 a.m. wake up call of daughter #1 tossing her cookies and simultaneously blowing up the toilet; the unmistakable trademark of the dreaded Rota Virus. (See my old blog from back in July, titled "It's all fun and games until..." to learn how I really feel about this!) Needless to say, the virus has systematically been taking down each one of us ever since. I'm still a little under the weather, and just this morning the virus claimed it's fourth victim, daughter #2. The only one that has yet to be taken down is The Husband. He, however, has a stomach made of cast iron and super human resistance to all such plagues, so here's hoping it never does get him.

Second on my list of bad presents: a sewing kit. WTH? I don't sew. Not one stitch. Those of you who know me will recall the last time I used a sewing machine my thumb somehow got in the way and I sewed it to the freakin fabric! Could you imagine what I'd do with a needle and thread? Ugh. I'm a sewing disaster. The only thing worse than buying me a sewing kit would be buying me a scrapbook! I will, however, keep the stupid sewing kit, just in case my mother needs it or my daughters may one day have a desire to take this passion up :)

Third on my list of bad presents: I had already put an 11 pound spiral ham my parents gave us (and all the fixings) in the oven for Christmas dinner, before the virus called out my name. Only The Husband and daughter #2 were well enough at the time to eat any of it. Anyone care to share some recipes for left over ham? It would be greatly appreciated...

On the bright side, Christmas did bring a few good presents! Number one on that list: since I contracted the plague, I made it through the Holiday season without gaining any weight. Major accomplishment!

Second: Hands down best gift, my Wolverine Pez Dispenser I got in my stocking. Love it!

Third: Before we all got sick the MIL took all of her grandaughters, daughters, and daughters-in-law to go see A Christmas Carol, one of my all time favorite plays. It was fabulous and as usual, I cried like a baby through the entire show.

Fourth: Our wonderful, fantastic, good-looking neighbor who is AWESOME came to our house and snow blowed! How much do we love him? I would love him even if he wasn't so hot, but dang some people just have it all!

So overall: this Christmas, the good definitely outweighed the bad. And I will continue to keep Christmas in my heart all year long. As for you, I hope Santa brought you everything you wanted for Christmas and I wish you all a very Happy, HEALTHY, New Year!...xo

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Pics of Me at the Emlen Physick Estate, in Cape May





It's Christmas in Cape May! (But Holy Crap was it cold!!) I LOVE to see all the Victorian houses decorated for the Holidays. I asked/begged the husband to take me on yet another tour of the Emlen Physick Estate for my B-day. Love, love, love it! Thanks to MAC (MID-ATLANTIC CENTER FOR THE ARTS & HUMANITIES) this beautiful home was saved from demolition and restored to its former beauty. Taking tours helps off set the costs of the on-going upkeep of the estate. Take a trolley tour (they are heated) and go take a peek into this wonderful example of a Stick Style Victorian which contains the magnificent, trademark designs of Frank Furness. The Physick Estate was considered quite avant-garde for Cape May back in the Victorian era. Drop by the Tea Room afterwards to warm up with some hot tea, scones and clotted cream....

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

How new Jeans became a Christmas miracle..

I've learned that nothing can change your entire look, body shape and sense of personal style as quickly as a pair of jeans. I think it's safe to assume most of us have owned at least one pair of jeans in their lifetime. Some that we have loved and some that we hate, yet we all chose to wear them. I wear jeans pretty much every single day now, except on the rare occasions when I must dress up. And even then, I usually just opt to upgrade my usual t-shirt to a blouse and swap my sneakers for heels, but I still rock the jeans. Since I've lost so much weight, I was in dire need of buying some new jeans and this is what opened a whole can of worms for me.

I have to admit, I'd been putting off the shopping for new jeans for a really long time. Most people can't wait to try on new, smaller sizes, once they lose weight, but I had absolutely no clue where to start. I was really feeling like I didn't fit in anywhere anymore. The can of worms popped open the underlying issue at hand, which was much bigger than having to shop for new jeans, I was struggling hard to find a new sense of self.

My personal style had been lost. I didn't know who I was. I've gone through a lot of changes, and so had my style choices. I'm not out in the corporate world anymore, but I work my butt off from home. I'm not that young anymore, but I'm not that old, either. I'm not that thin, but I'm not that fat anymore either. Are you starting to see the pattern here? Surely, this was not going to be an easy task. After yet another round of miserable jeans shopping, I ended up with nothing. I was sincerely depressed. Nothing was making sense anymore and I began to despair. I almost gave up. Just when I wanted to throw in the towel and say forget this, I'm going to go eat a pizza, and just keep on wearing the same old, tired, baggy jeans I had been wearing all along, God sent me a Christmas miracle.

Two, beautiful, chic, fashion-forward, 20-something girls happened to waltz my way. They entered my personal space and altered it immediately with their air of confidence and Juicy couture. They were both wearing the hell out of their jeans and looked amazing. When they saw me sitting there in the sad, pathetic state I was in, they took pity on me. After hearing all about my trials and errors, they grabbed me by the hand and dragged me with them to a place I never would have thought my 39 year old ass should go. The Juniors Department.

They sized me up and in about 30 seconds they grabbed 10-15 pairs of jeans off the rack for me to try on. I began to stammer and protest but they made me promise not to say a word, until I tried them on. I would have never picked these particular styles of jeans for myself because: (1) I would never think they would fit me. (2) I thought they were styles that were way too young for a mom like me to wear. (3) These particular jeans were meant to be worn so tight they could be mistaken for pantyhose. But, at this point, what did I really have to lose?

My two new girlfriends stayed with me in the dressing room until I tried on every single pair of jeans they picked out for me. And do you know what? Those jeans looked GOOD! Yeah, I said it. I, looked GOOD. These girls knew what they were talking about. Then they even went and picked out some cute shirts and accessories for me too. They were incredibly supportive, made me laugh, and stopped me from my sniveling pity party. Ultimately, they did the impossible, they talked me into buying three pairs of jeans I absolutely would never have thought to buy. I am so grateful for these two angels/girls for their intervention and hooking a mamma up!

Thanks to my new friends, whenever I wear my new jeans, I no longer feel old, inappropriate or fat, which is pretty much as close to a Christmas miracle as you can get!!