Sunday, April 01, 2007

Coming out of the Closet

Just to give you all a real view of what I'm talking about - I documented the problem. It's embarrasing but I feel that I have to share this with all of you to get the best range of advice from all who can offer some.

I came home Saturday afternoon and decided to spend a good hour going through my closet, packing up my winter clothes (though with this week's forecast I'm thinking that may have been a bad idea) and actually putting items aside for Goodwill (believe it or not).

Here is what I was greeted with when I entered the room that houses my closet. Several containers of summer clothes, not to mention one and a half that still had items I hadn't found a home for since I moved.



Then I went to the closet. So, not what a closet is supposed to look like. Too much jammed into too small a space with no room to breathe. (though they are hung by garment type - so I guess in some weird way it is a bit organized). Plus the fact I can't find a thing. I think what freaked me out most about the closet were the scary piles of clothes stacked precariously on the top shelf (lets just say I need step stool to get up there without having everything tumble down on top of me).



The shoes, of course, are another problem. They are stacked in boxes along the walls of the closet - right now in no order whatsoever (which made it really difficult to find a pair of flipflops on Sunday. They really need their own closet, but until then I definitely need to come up with a solution.



So I packed up the winter sweaters and turtlenecks, pulled out a ton of stuff I haven't worn in quite some time and bagged that up to be given away. Started thinking about where to put my dozens upon dozens upon dozens of pocketbooks and then my room looked like this.



I'll admit it - the scene frightened me. All I could think is that the closet may begin to revolt and start throwing up more clothing at me and I still don't have anywhere to put it. I managed to sort through some piles, and organize the drawers of the other two dressers I have for storage, but I was afraid. So I took a break.

Even Molly was stunned.


I did manage to clean up the room by the end of the afternoon. Now I just have two more containers of clothes to find room for, along with the pocketbooks, and then I can start trying to make my closet somewhat functional. It will certainly be a challenge and I'll take any advice anyone can offer as to how to make this work.

Until then ...

Friday, March 30, 2007

Shopaholic with No Space to Store

While I'll continue to blog about the goings-on in my world, I've decided to focus a little more on my biggest obsession - clothes. Now I know lots of people have this problem, but those closest to me will tell you I have a serious (perhaps even commitable) problem.

The last time I moved I went from a two bedroom apartment with three closets (would you believe one bedroom actually had two?) to an apartment with barely one. That was interesting. I recently moved again, into a house with my significant other, and while three of the four bedrooms each boast their own closet, for me it still doesn't help.

I have the largest closet to house my clothing, shoe and pocketbook collection. And yet somehow it still isn't big enough. I did manage to take half the closet in another bedroom, and C discovered this week that little by little articles of my clothing are creeping into his closet (which he pulled out and put on my side of the bed last night to be moved to their personal location). Subtle. Afterall, how much room would two blazers, a blouse and a sweater really take up?

Thing is - I have a ton of clothes. To the point that I still have three containers full of clothes from the current season that still have not been put away. Two dressers apparently isn't enough room for them all.

Add to that the 35+ pairs of shoes I moved - which honestly need a closet of their own, and my 30+ pocketbook collection and I think you get the idea.

I keep hoping once I pack up all my winter gear and put it in the attic for the spring and summer it will at least open up some room for my spring and summer wardrobe. (which I love because those clothes take up far less space than my ever-growing sweater collection).

My problem is I rarely throw out clothing or shoes for that matter. You lose a button, you replace it. A zipper breaks, you replace it. And shoes - lets just say the local cobbler is my best friend. He can put on new heels, fix rips, resole - you name it - all for a quarter of the price of a new pair. Did I mention that although I'm constantly buying clothes I'm super cheap - love a sale - and then have trouble justifying either giving it away or tossing it?

You live and learn. I'm hoping to make some super progress this weekend packing some stuff away and trying to find a home for my bags. Up until a couple of weeks ago they were in a giant human-being sized rubbermaid container in my attic - but that makes it a little difficult if you want to start swapping out pocketbooks. Now they are sitting on the floor in the middle of one of our spare bedrooms. They are not happy.

Now to figure out what to do with the major shopping spree of clothing I recently went on - lets just say that stuff is still in their shopping bags. Oops!

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Can Anyone Help Me Out?

Here's a question - you probably noticed I changed the name of my blog. Now I want to change the address - but my question to all of you is if I do change the address of my blog how do I notify all of you what it is now or do you all need e-mails?
Help.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Molly Mahem

It was NOT a good morning at our house this morning, and unfortunately it all came down on C. Literally.

He got up an hour before me (6 a.m.) as usual to get ready for work and today he was working a double shift. He was in the kitchen when Miss Molly decided to leave him a really nasty little gift. (I know what you are thinking and believe me I would have much prefered she left him a dead mouse - but she didn't).

Due to our current lack of counter space (which will be negated once we redo the kitchen sometime this year), our microwave sits high on top of our refrigerator. Well this morning, that's where Molly was - sitting on the microwave way up on top of the fridge when she - yep - puked all over. Down the front of the microwave, down the front of the fridge, down the side of the fridge and into every crack and crevice between top and bottom! Needless to say C was no pleased by any stretch of the imagination.

And we were all doing so well together, now she's taken us a major leap backward. C may not get over this for a while. Which I can't blame him.

Worst part - he comes up to wake me after this whole disaster and of course at this point I'm half awake after hearing major profanities coming from downstairs even though I was still in a slumber. He comes in to tell me what happened, completely pissed off and (I can't believe I did this) but I started laughing, but was smart enough to turn my face into the pillow since he didn't notice.

Note to C: Baby, if you are reading this I love you - and please consider it no different than the projectile vomiting experience we had with the cat at my place back before I was moving. If I recall correctly you laughed hysterically about that for a long, long time.

And the saga continues...

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Rant Explained

OK since I got lots of e-mails from you guys asking me what is going on I'm going to try to explain without being too long winded because frankly I'm just tired.

My family is waiting for my grandmother to be called to move into the elderly (senior housing). She's still currently living in the enormous house she's been in for the past 50 something years. Once she moves, it will be cleaned up a bit and put on the market. Fine. She's happy with the idea, everyone is happy with the idea it's great. Great for her because she'll be safer and great for all of us because we won't have to deal with the household issues anymore because frankly the house is far too large and too grand for one person, even for two.

There is this guy. This super scummy asshole of a guy who we had our first run in with more than a decade ago. It was back then that my grandmother's club was hosting a yard sale to raise money and they did it at her house. There was all sorts of stuff for sale and some of it was good stuff - almost antique worthy or at the very least held family memories. When we figured that out my brother and I each took a box so it wouldn't be sold to some yard sale urchin. Well this guy was there around the same time - told my grandmother he'd give her a pittance for a boatload of stuff and left smiling. I knew then he was up to no good.

Then, she calls him out of the blue a couple of months ago when the decision's been made that she'll move (and I'm telling you - it could be a year before that happens). Keep in mind, to protect her my dad told her not to tell anyone she was moving. Well she calls this scumbag (I know there are harsher words for him, but I digress) and he's there with a friend of his. He wants the house (for a walk I'm sure) and his friend is giving her prices on the furniture).It was insane. I talked to her about it and tried to explain this type of person isn't out there to help her, they are out to make money. Nothing. Fine. So I get his name and number, dad calls him and tells him to back off, he says he will that he doesn't want to get involved. Great.

Fast forward to last week. He's there. I see him there when I stop by to check out what needed to be shoveled after it snowed. And he has the balls to inform me he checks on her multiple times a week because she's all alone and no one is ever there. I'm there every day and there are others that come by multiple times a week as well. And sure enough, my grandmother tells someone the next day he wants the house. The guy is an ass.

When I was first living there he used to come by occasionally and even ask if she was still alive. I gave him a piece of my mind one late night when he rang the doorbell and told him to never darken our doorway again and that the house was off limits to him. He disappeared for a number of years and now he's back.

Now it's not just me being paranoid or stereotyping this asshole. I've talked to a couple other people in the area, both have had several run-ins with this individual and they t0o think he is a scary, no-good, up to something piece of shit.

And that folks is most of what that rant was about. There's more, but I think that should be enough to answer some questions for now.

Thanks for caring and thanks for letting me vent.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Rant

You know what I can't stand - people who can't stay the hell out of other people's business. And the only thing worse than that are the vultures who come out of the woodwork and prey on those who are totally unaware they are being preyed on. People who have no moral values whatsoever and will do whatever it takes to get what they want from someone: valuables, homes, money, etc... no matter the cost.

What's even worse is when one of these many individuals involved are family members. Not immediate, not even next generation, but a generation after that (and yes I'm talking about a specific situation here folks, but I'm not getting into the depths of it).

Add to the mix nosey neighbors trying to get it on it, along with your average sleezy scumbag in town, and man I'm telling you - it's enough to drive anyone crazy!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Mid-March Funk

I felt bad that I was in a rut for so long and hadn't posted a thing until I looked around me and saw nearly everyone else I know with a blog is going through the same thing. Maybe it's anticipation of spring blog sputter or something. I'm really not sure. My life has not been super exciting as of late. Probably why I haven't written anything.

One of my employees left and a new one came on board all in the past few weeks. Nikki (a great friend and a wonderful employee) has moved on. She's definitely missed but with e-mail and phone it's never like anyone is far away anymore is it? Jenn (another great friend and former co-worker) came on board a week ago and has been steller ever since. Good thing too because in this business if you don't get it - it simply doesn't happen. Plus it's fun to have a great team to work with and when you pick the right people with the right skillset and the ability to fit in perfectly with the entire group - you're golden :-).

Molly and C have finally meshed and are living together well. (although there was an incident Sunday night but I think they are both over it - well, I know Molly is).

Mom and dad are good. Nana has adjusted to the fact she is moving and seems almost chipper as she plows through 60 years of stuff to give away, sell and Lord only knows what else to do with. My brother and the baby are also doing very well.

Other than that it's pretty lame - but then again, no news is good news right?

I promise once this funk passes, I'll be back up and running and posting as much as possible.

Until then.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

I Can't Even Begin to Understand

Again, I have fallen into the realm of those who thrive on celebrity gossip. I fear it's an addiction I may never be able to break. But then again, I wouldn't be posting it here if others didn't feel the same way.

In case you missed it, this is the deal today:

Tom Brady (NE Football Quarterback and soon to be father to ex-girlfriend Bridget Moynahan's baby) could be doing it again. Apparently a Brazilian celebrity website called Glamuram is reporting that Brady's lastest flame, Gisele Bundchen, is also carrying his child. Lovely. Hasn't anyone heard of birth control??!!??

Then, and this is great - another celebrity website is reporting that OJ Simpson now says he might be the father of Anna Nicole Smith's daughter. and that although he hadn't seen her in quite some time he has "slow moving sperm" and therefore could be the baby's daddy.

What the heck is wrong with the world?

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Mega Millions Fever Hits Home

Dad called last night all excited that Fox 25 News came by the store to film people selling and buying tickets for the more than $300 million Mega Millions jackpot. (I wasn't so shocked because their studio is right around the corner from our store, but I digress). Here's the video - check it out - he's toward the end of the it. Wearing a maroon sweater and talking.
Enjoy!
Liz

For Your Entertainment Pleasure

Check out my brother's blog with a video montage of photos and video from Saturday's birthday party here!

Enjoy!

Monday, March 05, 2007

Scenes from Baby's First Birthday

I'm the prince and it's my birthday!


Hamming it up with Daddy.


Baby's First Birthday Cake.


Me and Nana.


I really like this cake stuff and I'll be up ALL night!

Scenes from Baby's First Birthday

Why should I get my hands dirty?


Photo opportunity with Mommy and Daddy.


I love presents and I know how to open them!
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My new friend!

And ...

In case you were wondering how Molly is doing with her transition. She's doing just fine. In fact, she spends the majority of her day in this position in this location.

Friday, March 02, 2007

Happy Birthday Baby Anthony!

Tomorrow is a big day for our clan - Baby Anthony turns a year old! I still can't believe it.

Here's a look back:





Interesting ...

About.com offers several tips on how to get your cat to sleep through the night in it's "Top 10 Ways to Avoid Cat-Related Sleep Deprivation" Here's what is says and my thoughts on whether this is something that could work for us, or isn't even an option:

"Does your cat constantly wake you at night by either playing on the bed, waking you to be fed, or wanting cuddle time when all you want is sleep? Many people with sleeping disorders have problems going back to sleep after being awakened by a cat. There is no need to suffer from cat-related sleep deprivation. Try one or more of these suggestions to get a full night's sleep, and still give your cat the attention he needs.

1) Give Your Cat His Own Bed
If you already have a sleeping disorder, it is best that you never encourage your cat to sleep on your bed. This means making your bedroom off-limits at all times. Once a cat finds your bed a comfortable place to snooze during the day, he will automatically want to sleep with you at night. Give kitty a comfortable bed in a spare room, corner of the living room (with a screen for privacy), or even a bathroom. If necessary, rub a bit of catnip on the bed initially, to encourage him to use it.

Molly has several places to sleep and I think just prefers to be whereever we are. She even has a chair in the corner of the room, that, when it's not covered in clothes she's afraid of because when she jumps on it it spins a bit.

2) Schedule Playtime Before Bed
Cats are normally nocturnal animals. They sleep all day and play or hunt all night. You can help readjust their schedules by scheduling an interactive play period of at least 15 minutes before bedtime, with a toy such as da Bird. Follow the play sessions with a snack for kitty and a warm bath for yourself. Both of you will feel more like sleeping when you are through.

Ok, I can definitely try this one.

3) Close the Bedroom Door
A determined cat might scratch at the door for awhile, but he will eventually give up and either go to sleep or find some other activity. You can help prevent damage to the door by either mounting a vertical scratch pad on it, trimming his nails, or using Soft Claws.

We can't do this until the doors are ready to be hung. Stay tuned.

4) Use Earplugs
If his scratching at the door keeps you awake, even though he eventually stops, use earplugs. Swimmers' earplugs effective seal the ear canal and should give you some sleep relief

This would work, but then we couldn't monitor what she's trying to destroy and don't want that to happen.

5) Use Ocean Sounds or White Noise
There are a number of commercial products on the market for peaceful sounds that will help you sleep (with the cat on the other side of the door). You can select from bird sounds, ocean/waterfall sounds, or just "white noise," and earphones will help amplify and enhance the sleep-inducing effects.

Again, no door.

6) If He's Home Alone, Adopt a Second Cat
A single cat may easily become bored at home alone all day, and rightfully will expect his human companion to give him attention in the evening and at night. A second cat will give him companionship of his own kind to keep him happy during the day, and will lessen those nocturnal urges to wake you for play. This is especially true with kittens, who have much more excess energy to burn during their first year of growth. Two kittens are almost always better than one.

TOTALLY NOT AN OPTION!!!!

7) Darken the Room
If you are only bothered by those pouncing, biting attacks at your toes at night, use those room-darkening shades to completely darken the room. Replace the digital or florescent dial clocks by the bedside. Although cats can see in very low light, they cannot see in total darkness. (They'll also be more inclined to go to sleep.)

This is interesting and something I did not know.

8) Don't Give In To Food Demands
If your sleep annoyance is those little pitty-pats or nose bumps to your cheeks in early morning hours when kitty thinks it's time for breakfast, don't allow her to train you. Tell her firmly, "no!," then cover your head with the sheet, blanket, or even pillow, if necessary. When your own clock (internal or table model) tells you it's time to wake up, feed her immediately. She'll soon learn that breakfast is served on your schedule rather than hers.

We don't

9) Try a Temporary Sleep Aid
Drink a glass of warm milk flavored with a drop of vanilla after your bath. If that doesn't help, as a last resort, ask your doctor to prescribe a mild sedative to help you sleep. It doesn't necessarily have to be something that will "knock you out for the count," but a mild relaxant should do the trick. You should consider this only a temporary solution as your feline nocturnal training progresses.

It's not either of us that needs the sedative, it's Miss Molly!

10) Establish a Predictable Schedule
Cats do not like surprises, and are most happy when their household revolves around a predictable schedule. Giving them a set time for food, safe outdoor play, interactive play, grooming, and petting will go a long way toward maintaining their well-being and giving you a good night's sleep, every night.

Well this is worth a shot!"

What Gives?

Who would have thought that after moving my cat who I have lived comfortably with for nine years, it would be like having a newborn in the house? I'm serious. The first few weeks all of you know wasn't easy on the Molly front, but now we are dealing with a serious issue. She won't let us sleep!!!!

C and I have been walking around like zombies all week. Last night was the fifth night in the row of her middle of the night antics.

She sleeps until about 2 or 3 in the morning (and you'd think she would sleep later because from the moment we go home to the minute we go to bed we make sure every 15 min or so that she is roused from her slumber wherever she is in an effort to have her sleep through the night. Then, come the wee hours of the morning, she's on the bed, off the bed, on the nightstand looking out the window, off the nightstand, on the tall chest of drawers trying to jump into the closet, out of the closet and our least favorite of all - scratching at her reflection in the mirror on the dresser! Trust me, it sounds like nails on a chalk board, multiplied of course since we are in a dead sleep. It's awful.

Aside from having to cage her at night so she can give us some peace I'm out of ideas. Does anyone have a solution? Please!

Thursday, March 01, 2007

I'm in

Called Williams-Sonoma this morning - I'll be taking the KitchenAid 101 technique class on Saturday, March 24 - I can't wait!

Good Golly Miss Molly!

Two nights ago, I awoke from a sound sleep to that sound every cat owner is aware of - the beginning sounds of a cat puking. I immediately got her off the bed, out of the master bedroom and out into the hallway before she could do any major damage. C was quite impressed - I always new I had good hearing (eyesight, not so good). Anyway so I pick it up, get the rug cleaner, everything's taken care of and I go back to sleep.

Now anyone who knows Molly knows she wouldn't be herself if she didn't have a repeat performance which she did - at 3 a.m. this morning. Exact same scenario, all cleaned up and back in bed 20 minutes later.

Well this morning C wakes me up as he's getting ready to go to work and pointed out that instead of using carpet cleaner to clean up the mess, I instead grabbed the wrong bottle (anti-bacterial kitchen cleaner) to clean the rug. I had left the bottle in the hallway rather than finding my way all the way back down to the kitchen in the middle of the night. Genious! I can only assume it was because I was half asleep and when I reached into the cabinet under the sink it felt the same as it did the night before. My bad. He did chuckle, and continued on to clean the rug with the correct cleanser before he went to work. Oh man, at least we know there is no bacteria brewing in that spot :-)

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

I Think I Found the KitchenAid Answer

Karma - it's all about karma. I just opened my hotmail account and found a list of upcoming "Cooking Technique" classes at my local Williams-Sonoma and look what one of them is:

SUNDAY, MARCH 25
KitchenAid Mixer 101
Get a better understanding of this kitchen workhorse. Understand the differences in KitchenAid mixers and its functions. Learn how to maximize your KitchenAid mixer’s potentials as well as how to use it correctly to produce delicious products every time.

Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's a free class so I'll have to get on the horn now to make sure I can get in. If anyone wants to join me let me know - maybe we can go together :-)

Molly Update

I know I still owe everyone an update on Miss Molly. It's been almost a month since we all moved in together. The allergies are still an issue, C has good days and bad days, but this week we finally installed the furnace filters so we'll see how those help - I sense they actually might. In the meantime it's all about vacuuming and dusting and keeping her off the furniture, although the little bugger has been crawling into bed next to me lately. But you can't fight that fight when you're sound asleep.

On a lighter note, those little caps I had the vet put on her nails - well they grow out and fall off when the nail gets longer, and of course they also can fall out if she hits her new "downstairs" scratching post too hard - as opposed to the upstairs one. (I'll explain later). So the other night we noticed she knocked a couple off. Now in the past we've chased her, stuffed her in her box and listened as she hissed and growled at the vet while having them reapplied. I was determined that the next time this needs to happen C and I would try to handle it. How hard could it be?

Well believe it or not - I held her a good long time while C worked on getting the little caps out of the package and wrestled with the glue - which was not working so he headed to the basement to find some more. Molly, she was very content to sit on the kitchen floor with me the whole time. Then when they were ready to be applied, I simply pushed on her pads and her nail popped out and C slipped the cap on. No problem, no fighting, no growling, no hissing, nothing. Makes me wonder what that vet had done previously to upset my little girl oh so much. So that was a very good thing.

Now we have another problem - because God-forbid Molly cuts me some slack. She's up in the middle of the night doing everything she can to wake us and her latest - scratching at the mirror on my dresser in the bedroom - at like 3 a.m.!!!! It's insane!! I'd lock her out of the room bec at this rate we are like zombies, but the door isn't on the room yet (still needs to be refinished and made to fit). Ugh!!!

Any suggestions aside from putting her in her cage at night when this happens for a few hours - I would seriously appreciate :-)

But that's where we are now. There is a lot of compromise going on and really C is going above and beyond what I thought he could handle, but man it's still super stressful.

Can Anyone Help Me Out?

Looking for some assistance please. More than anything the one thing I really, really wanted for Christmas (besides an engagement ring of course - but C believes engagements should have their own special day) was a KitchenAid Artisan stand mixer and I got it - with every cool attachment anyone could want! Did I mention it's green apple in color? I couldn't have been happier.



Two months later, it's moved from it's place under the Christmas tree to the pantry in our kitchen. Still in the box (although I did take it out twice - the day I got it and once to show my brother), waiting for a permanent home (which unfortunatly won't happen until we do the kitchen over), but more importantly it's begging to be used.

Now C did also make sure he got me some cookbooks that go with it offering all sorts of yummy concoctions that can be made with this impressive piece of machinery, I just have yet to get started.

Any suggestions on what I should make first with it to get used to using something top chefs have in their kitchens? I need to get my feet wet and then I know I will be off and running!

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Blink and Everything Changes

First off - in case you missed it, Ms. Spears checked herself into rehab, out of rehab and again into rehab and out of rehab and guess what she did today? Oh she checked into rehab again. (this is a joke right?)

That being said, tell me what's happening in the world. Please - I want to read national and international headlines, I don't want to click on CNN.com only to read breaking news about Britney's rehabilitation or non-rehabilitation and I'm really, REALLY tired of hearing the line by line testimony in the fight as to who gets to bury Anna Nicole Smith. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. After they decide who the body will be released to, then I'm sure we'll have days, no doubt, weeks of "breaking news" about the paternity of that poor little girl.

I've said enough. I'm annoyed.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

In Case You Missed It ...

Britney Spears allegedly checked herself back into rehab today. Perhaps a good idea after her insane weekend shanigans!

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Ok I'll Admit It ..

Who am I kidding? - No one who knows me truly I'm sure - celebrity gossip totally excites me and this one - THIS ONE - I'm going to share is brilliant. Check it out here.

Ok, now that you've read it you know - Bridget Moynahan is three months pregnant with Tom Brady's baby! Even better, her rep confirmed it. Oh this is going to be good... Course on a lighter note that child will be gorgeous, no doubt!

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Oops, Britney REALLY Did it This Time!

Ok so I got totally sucked in - who the heck couldn't. Here it is in live format - she really actually shaved her head!

Really Bad Pick Up Lines

Here's a quiz for you. Check it out here So foolish but you know you have to take it!

Updated

Ok, now I know I'm the managing editor of a technological design magazine, but it took me FOREVER to figure out how to update the photo on my profile. Thanks Anthony for reminding me how bad the old one was this morning - my new one (thanks to the professional photo shoot I had at work a month ago) is now up and much more looking like me!

Friday, February 16, 2007

Why?????

Tell me something. What happened to Breaking News meaning a plane has crashed, something exploded or we are at war?

When the heck did "Breaking News" become so all about pop culture?

First it was Anna Nicole Smith's death.

Followed by something else equally lame, along with updated "Breaking News" reports almost daily about Anna Nicole Smith's death.

Really folks, who cares?

And that brings me to this afternoon's "Breaking News" alert - Britney checks into rehab.

Yes folks, apparently it's breaking news when the Louisiana pop tart who has been flaunting all over acting like your typical young 20-something, decides to take control. Though personally I bet her parents had something to do with this.

Ugh - I'm being sucked in. See the problem?

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Predict How It Will All End...

Ok, now I know some of you will find this totally morbid, but man is it hysterical (and might I add, may be accurate). Click here and find out how you will die. Please let me know what it tells you.

Mine says: Elizabeth: At age 83 you will die from wounds delivered by a blender after trying to make your sixteenth magarita of the day. (And it's on 3:00pm, shame on you!)

Hmm, could be....

It's a joke folks play along and share!

Monday, February 12, 2007

Happy Birthday Kerri!

One of the greatest gifts we can have in our lifetime is a life-long friend. Kerri and I met (oh my God I can't believe it's been this long) - 25 years ago in the seventh grade and we've been each other's shoulder to lean on, someone to share happiness with and the one person in life (other than your mother or significant other) who can get you through almost anything. And true to all that - we have certainly been there for each other through the good and the bad, through thick and thin, through joy and sadness and so much more.

Happy Birthday Kerri - I don't know what I'd do with out you! You're my touchstone and I love you!

And the Week Begins...

I know, it's supposed to be "thank God it's Friday," but honestly I was really looking forward to getting back in a groove today. It was quite a weekend.

I worked Friday night at the liquor store - fun as always. My brother was sick - caught what Baby Anthony had, poor thing. Then planned on sleeping in Saturday and then heading home early afternoon to get some major stuff done around the house.

Well Anthony called me first thing Saturday morning. Him and Cat were taking the baby to Children's - he was showing early signs of dehydration and they took the best precaution anyone could ask for - being pro-active parents, rather than reactive ones. I'm happy to report having being on an IV for a few hours, he's doing just fine. You can read all about it here on Anthony's blog.

Sunday, was a day of rest, sort of. Funny, ever since I moved I haven't had time for a nap. How the heck did I find time to have one every Sunday prior? I'll never understand.

I slept in while C went to the market, then we had coffee and paper time (man I LOVE Sundays). Following a late breakfast I headed over to Nana's to check on things there and see how she was doing. And she was doing just fine. Felt a migraine coming on in the car (always a joy and quite a fearful experience when you feel your ears start to clog and ring) - popped a Fiorinal and off I went.

Then I actually got down to business, helping C with some stuff I was working on for him for his union business. Not bad - I put in nearly three hours though and don't even know where the time went.

Took a break, had some wine, took a nice relaxing tub (man why would anyone choose not to have a claw-foot bathtub?), caught up on some TV, had a late dinner made with plenty of love by C - did I mention he can cook? - and was off to dreamland by 10.

I guess I really don't have it so bad.

Now if only the weather forecasters can get their shit together and we can know for sure what's going to happy snow-wise the next couple of days ...

Friday, February 09, 2007

Here's A Gadget for You: The Pimped Out John

A bathroom oasis?

(editor's note: some of you are going to LOVE this!)

They call it a bathroom oasis. I’m not sure what to call it, but Roto-Rooter has a contest for a gadget even the most discerning gadget grabber might have trouble trying to justify the need for.

The “Pimped Out John” will allow you to do everything from checking your e-mail to watching a movie, listening to your iPod and even playing a videogame without ever leaving the bathroom.

It’s odd, yes, but unbelievable if the hours you have in a day aren’t enough to get everything done and of course you spend a significant amount of time in your bathroom.

Of the many facets it includes the “Pimped Out John” boasts:

An Avanti 4.3 cubic ft compact refrigerator with a beer tap
A Gateway eMachines Notebook
A dual-sided magnification mirror
A Microsoft Xbox 360 core system
A Philips Progressive-Scan DVD player
A TiVo Series2 Digital Video Recorder
A Philips 20 inch LCD Flat-Panel TV
A Personal Cooling Fan
An Apple 30 GB iPod
An iCarta Stereo Dock for iPod with bath tissue holder
A Baseline Resistive Pedal Exerciser
A Roto-Rooter Service button
And a megaphone so anyone in the house can hear you from up to 300 ft away!

It’s a lot of technology in a space many of us know doesn’t hold much unless you are one of the fortunate to have a master bath the size of most small bedrooms, but the technology included in this concept may just be worth the cost of having it installed to your toilet. Of course there’s really nothing that says it can’t be disassembled and placed elsewhere throughout your home. That would be a bonus!

I’m in – I’ll enter the contest, not because I’m bored in my bathroom, but because who could really pass up on an opportunity like this!

The sweepstakes runs until April 2 and the winner will be announced on National Plumber’s Day (of course!) April 25.

Good luck!

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Wow!

Here's what everyone is talking about in my office - Anna Nicole Smith died!

Just thought I'd share.

Check This Out

Not sure if anyone caught this on the morning news shows this morning, but there is a new website called PlateWire - which is an electronic forum "of drivers by drivers" where anyone can log into, and using a vehicle's license plate, commuters can rant about their thoughts and feelings about other people's driving habits.

All I can say is "it's about time!" A way for us to get more satisfaction than simply flipping the bird and swearing under our breath all the way to work. I've been waiting for a vehicle like this (no pun intended) for quite some time. If you haven't been there yet, check it out at www.platewire.com. You'll love it - especially the forum comments under each tag number.

Outsmarted bytthe Cat and Feeling the Pain

You guys are going to love this one.

It took me a few days to post it because although I knew when it happened it would make for some pretty funny cocktail conversation, I had to wait it out and get over it.

Remember a few weeks back when I ordered all that stuff to keep Molly off the furniture, etc...? Well one of those items was the X-Mat

According to the manufacturer, you use the X-Mat to "Train cats without alarms or electricity" that it's "Raised bumps repel pets" and is a perfect mechanism for "Avoidance training - soon your pet will avoid off-limits surfaces."

Here's the complete description from the manufacturer: "Train your cat to respect your boundaries without the use of alarms or electricity. Hundreds of raised bumps create passive discomfort zones. With consistent use, X-Mat teaches your cat to steer clear of kitchen counters, furniture, plants, and selected rooms – even after you remove the X-Mat."

Baloney!

Well let me tell you - Molly was not affected by these at all! The first night we put them on the new bedroom furniture to keep her off them. Right. Literally, she walked on them, no problem, even plopped her butt down on them for a few minutes. Nothing. No pain, no "uncomfortableness" nada!

Fair enough. Again, my cat outsmarted me.

So we found another use for them. We place them on the couch, pitched up a bit resting on the pillows to deter her from going up there. It's working. Not because they are "uncomfortable" to her, but because it leaves no space for her to lie on. Fine.

Well Saturday night Craig went to sit on the couch and moved the mats to the floor area between the end of the couch and the doorway to the dining room. I didn't even notice.

We're sitting in the living room enjoying some TV time and Molly is making some definite "up to something" noise in the dining room so I run over there to try and keep her from doing anything destructive. On my way back, it happens.

Both of my feet plant firmly on the X-Mat. And let me tell you something. It hurt more than anything I think I have ever endured, including my knee surgeries. It was that bad. But it got worse. One I was firmly planted on the hard, raised, pain-inducing, plastic bumps, I couldn't get myself off them because it was even more painful to press down with your foot to get off it. I was done. I started to crumple from the pain. C, in all his goodness, lept to my rescue and pulled me off them. It hurt, like crying to beat the band hurt (not to mention the little welts it left in the bottom of my feet). It was so painful, so bad, but so funny that he actually had me laughing a bit through the tears.

I know, I'm sure I'm not doing this story any justice whatsoever, but trust me, when C tells it - which I know he will at the next family get together - you'll all laugh your asses off. At my expense. But hey - look at it this way, while it did nothing to deter Molly, it hurt me enough that I'm now researching ways to use them as an anti-theft device :-)

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Still Working On It

Poor C - he's really not doing well with the cat. His allergies are through the roof and I'm really, really worried. I dont' want him to suffer in any way shape or form, just hoping for some miracle cure which would allow both him and Molly to live under the same roof. I don't care what it is or even the cost (sorry C) but something has to work to minimize this. If not, then I'm afraid I'll have to take measures with Molly that right now I still can't even imagine. Though I know if I have to I know I will do the right thing. I waited my whole life to find someone like C. I can't have anything ruin that. Bait that against my little fluffy love ball I've been taking care of for eight years and it's really heartbreaking.

The air purifiers have been in effect for not quite 24 hours so I'm not sure how they are performing - we'll see on that. Apparently we discovered today there is some way to filter the furnace to help with all this as well. C says it's easy so that may be another route we'll take. I'm only working with reasonable solutions because frankly that's all that will work. I can't go on wishful thinking anymore. Just reasonable, potential solutions and lots of prayers :-)

Monday, February 05, 2007

:-(

Sorry for not posting sooner folks, with the move and Peter's death and so much else going on I've been doing all I can to keep my head above water.

All my work and everything I planned to keep Molly from doing anything destructive at the new house has pretty much paid off. Although some of the items I bought online are being returned because they had literally no effect on her, she has adjusted just fine. C, on the other hand, is not doing so well.

His allergies are full-blown now with regard to Miss Molly and nothing is abating them. It's really bad and basically I've spent the past 24 hours sobbing trying to figure out what to do to keep us all together. I can't imagine my life without her and of course can't imagine my life without him, but something has to give and I know he can't live this way.

There is the hope I have that after a while he'll be used to her as he was when he spent time at my place. But then again, it had been months since we spent a significant amount of time there together with her and any resistance he may have developed back then is now gone and we are starting from scratch.

In the hope of making this better for him I spent most of the night and morning researching air purifiers - they collect up to 100 percent of cat dander with a HEPA filter so I'm hoping this would work. Originally I was online and picked one out that covered 1,000 square feet, problem is there was no way I would have it until the middle of to late this week. So I took matters into my own hands. I went to Best Buy. I bought a big one - Whirlpool - which should work in the living and dining room area (it covers a little more than 500 sq ft) and a smaller one which covers more than the amount necessary to keep our bedroom dander free. The air purifiers should also help with any dust issues he may have because they trap that as well.

They are in the car now and will be set up to go as soon as I get out of work. Please everyone, keep your fingers (and toes) crossed! This HAS to work!
Me

Friday, January 26, 2007

Something Else That's Bothering Me

The store where he was taking the class and shot himself. It was the second time in less than five years that a customer killed himself there. The last one, in Dec. 2002 also died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. That man was unlicensed and along in the firing range when he fired the fatal shot, according to the Arlington Advocate

While police suspended the store's license to sell firearms at the time, and also shut down the place last year after it failed an unannounced inspection, the criminal complaint was later dismissed.

Now I'm not here to blame the gun shop or anyone who works there. I just don't understand how something like this could happen. Especially during a gun safety course.

I don't know. For now I'm out of questions.

Just Too Many Questions

There are so many questions with regard to Peter's death. I know when someone takes their own life you can often times find yourself questioning the motivation. Asking why but in the end the only person who can answer the question is no longer with us.

But that isn't stopping me from asking questions. And I'm not alone. A lot of people I've talked to over the past 24 hours are doing the same thing. Did he plan this? Did he intentionally take this course because he knew he was going to end his life? I have to say I can't believe he did. Did he put the gun to his temple in a joking way and accidentally engaged it? We may never know. But I'd like to. I'd like to know what the hell was so terrible that he decided living wasn't an option anymore. I'd like to know what drives people to do something so horrible.

How ofen do you read about people taking their own lives in front of others? Unless they are making a statement. You know - the ones who choose to do it in front of friends, family. But honestly, who would do that in a room full of strangers.

The bullet exited his head and grazed the instructor. That poor man. He is 60 years old, probably has a family and not only was grazed by a bullet, but watched a man end his life. The newspaper account doesn't say whether or not others were in the class. I can only assume they were. Where are these people? What do they know? Do they have Peter's final words? Any type of explanation from him? I can only hope we find out. and we may. The District Attorney's office is investigating so maybe, just maybe his family and friends and all those who knew him well could have some peace.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

With Heavy Heart

There are many things in life I don't understand and those I know that no matter how much I try to make sense of them it will never happen. Suicide is one, if no the biggest, of these issues.

A former co-worker of mine, someone who I had known since the time he was in his mother's womb took his own life last night.

He was 29 years old.

It had been a couple of years since I last saw him. We'd run into him in local sandwich shops after he moved to my area. We both grew up on the South Shore of Boston but later found ourselves living within mile of each other on the North side.

My girlfriend called me earlier this morning, after e-mailing me at work with a cryptic "are you still in the office." She gave me the bad news. Pete shot himself in the head.

For hours I tried to grasp what happened, why and what could lead someone to this type of decision. At that age you really have your whole life ahead of you - I can't begin to think about what may have happened that led him to make such a deadly decision.

I also can't imagine what the pain must be like for his family. Having to bury their youngest child.

I called my former boss Al right after I happened to let him know and so he could tell others. We ended the call with promising each other we would let the other know if we heard anything further.

After going to lunch with my coworkers, and spending a good half hour on the phone with another former co-worker and friend of Pete's, I found a message from Al telling me the local newspaper had a story. I immediately went online and looked it up.

Seeing it in print made it much more real to me and even more devastating. The story said he was in his third day of a gun safety program at a local gun shop. He was with his instructor when he put the gun to his temple and fired. The bullet went through his head and grazed the instructor, who, luck would have it, only suffered minor injuries and did not need hospitalization. Pete fired that fateful shot and died two and a half hours later at a local hospital.

Now many of us are left with lots of tears and are mourning the loss of a co-worker, friend, son and brother. Someone who always had a whole lot of life in him and with whom life simply won't be the same without.

God bless you Pete.

My Poor Nana

So last night I'm driving home from work and my neighbor calls. Nana fell. Apparently she took it upon herself to take out the garbage rather than waiting for anyone to get home and fell down the concrete steps into the garage. The poor thing, she landed face first and nearly broke her nose and has a nasty, now stitched up, gash in her leg. I met her at the ER right after work and she was home about 4 1/2 hours later.

It must really stink to get old and not be able to do things you want done when you want to do them. I understand the not wanting to wait for anyone to come home to handle the garbage bec afterall, who wants to look at it, but to try and do it yourself at that age is so dangerous.

On a lighter note last night and even this morning, despite the injuries she says she's in no pain. I can't for the life of me understand how but am grateful for it. If she was in pain it would be so much worse. The poor thing. She looks all battered, but says she feels fine so that's a blessing.

As far as those stairs go - age probably isn't really an issue for her falling, though certainly - I'm sure - contributed to it. They are VERY steep and there are about five of them. Your's truly here has had her share of tumbles down them at least three times in the past three and a half years. So I can totally understand how it happens.

She's just really lucky she didn't break anything and didn't do any serious harm to herself. I hope she's ok and will leave the garbage to us :-)

Monday, January 22, 2007

The Countdown Is On

The countdown is on - 10 days and counting (check out my ticker - man I love the Internet). So we moved my dining room table this weekend. Funny, bec I use it as a dining room table but it's much better suited as a kitchen table - which is what it will be and is now at the new place. (sooooo much better than the tiny table that was in there before). Now C and I can spread out during coffee and paper time and not be on top of each other :-)

With the table now missing from my apt it's starting to look more and more empty. I'm hoping to get through a bunch of small stuff tonight and move all that into my room of boxes for moving purposes. Although pretty much everything is packed, there are still a few things I need to clean out. The catch-all closet in my main room. (No worries Jenn & Kerri - it's nothing like that other catch-all spot). Basically I haven't been in there since I moved and there isn't much behind the door and what is will all be going into a big trash bag tonight - who knew throwing stuff out could be so much fun!

And other than that - just one more bookcase to take down and box up. Oh, and I have to clear out my old hope chest - which is not going with me. I don't even know whats in there at this point, but I'm sure that will be a joy!

Until tomorrow - everyone keep your fingers crossed that I make some major progress on the rest of this stuff tonight and don't get distracted - which comes very easily to me.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Muddling Through

Oh man, so with the new bedroom and the upstairs finally finished, I can't bring myself to sleep at my soon to be former place. Why sleep on a 15-year-old bed that sags in the middle and whose frame is about to fall apart any minute now when I have brand new luxury to lay my body on each night!

So here I am - it's Friday and although most won't agree with me, I'm less stressed (or so I'm telling myself). There really isn't much left at all to pack at home so that's some good news. C and I are going to find a way to get my five pieces of furniture which are coming over to the house in the next week. And then I'm good. Molly will be set to move in as soon as the furniture is there (can't risk her getting out while trying to move furniture in - that would be a whole other type of stress).

Speaking of Molly, I ordered close to $300 worth of stuff to keep her at bay - or rather, away from things she shouldn't be on. Let's hope they work. I was concerned about her love of playing under the bed and possible damage, but my girlfriend (Jenn thanks!) suggested simply using under the bed for storage to keep her out. Perfect, because I can alway use another place to put clothes :-). I'm hoping to buy some underbed storage boxes tomorrow morning.

Things are shaping up - I have lots more to bring over this weekend, but most of it is already packed and just needs to be transported. (sigh of relief).

I'll get there. The time is coming and then all this will be over!

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Here they are!

You asked, here are the photos of the bedroom with the furniture. Last night we bought lamps and curtains. Put the lamps together, the curtains are going up later in the week. Here it is without the curtains. I couldn't be more pleased. I love it!





Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Cat Training Advice

Does anyone have advice for moving with an "untrained" cat. Not in the litterbox sense but more in the sense that she's pretty much for the past year or so done whatever she pleases and while I was very good at training her when we lived in our last apartment - where she never jumped on the stove or counters and never, EVER scratched at the carpet or woodwork or her latest - the mirror, I need to start over.

She is moving with me in a couple of weeks and I've ordered all sorts of gadgets to keep her from being a nuisance. I got a these "tattle tale" alarms to keep her off the furniture and our bed (C's allergic) and I got this Xmat which I hope by putting in front of the front door will keep her away from it so she doesn't get out.

Any thoughts on these ideas or any I haven't thought of yet?

Completion!

Well it's finally complete - minus the curtains and the lamps. Though we are heading out tonight to find some for both nightstands. Is it insane I'm thrilled to simply have two nightstands - one for each of us? I can't wait. The bedroom furniture - in it's entirety arrived today. I haven't seen it yet. C was home today waiting for it. I'm dying to see our bedroom all set up and ready to be lived in. Only a couple of more hours and I get to witness it for myself. I'll be back with a full report. And pictures of course!

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Good News!

Wow here's some good news - well, at least for me :-)

While I know most cities and towns allow you to toss one "large" furniture item a week curbside, the city of Medford does it one better. Actually more than one. They will take any furniture you put out curbside on your regular trash day! Who knew? This is great because what doesn't get scooped up by friends or donated to Goodwill is going out on the curb. I was just thinking the only people who would pick it up would be neighborhood crawling trash pickers. This is a much better idea!

I Need To Chill

I need to chill. I know. And the first step is admitting the problem right? Let's just say the stress I've been feeling about moving is overwhelming, but after some major soul searching I've realized something - I'm putting most of the pressure on myself.

Everyone who knows me knows I'm a deadline-oriented person. Probably a good thing in my career as an editor, but the older I get the more those other deadlines - the personal life ones - are becoming a problem. I set deadlines for what I'm going to get done every night after work chore-wise. I set deadlines for cleaning, organizing, playing with my cat. It's become seriously compulsive and definitely troublesome and it's taking a toll. A toll on me and everyone surrounding me.

It's my own fault I feel like I'm drowning, because in reality I'm really not. I have no set deadline to move. I can take my time, relatively. It's me who wants everything packed, moved, unpacked and setup in my new place yesterday. It's unrealistic especially since I have a job and other responsibilities on my plate.

That being said I'm going to make a greater effor to be calm (stop laughing, frowning or making funny faces - I'm serious). I'm going to continue on the path I've been on of packing during the week and bringing a truckload of stuff over every weekend. Maybe this weekend I'll do a truck load and a CRV load. That would be progress :-) Wait, there I go again.

My goal is to have Miss Molly and myself settled in the new abode by Feb. 1. That gives me three full weeks. I can do this - that's more time than I had when I moved from Westwood and trust me (if you can believe it) when I moved from there I had at least three times more stuff then this time around.

Everything will be fine. We will be happy. We will be settled and I will be at peace.

Thanks for listening.

Oh and if anyone wants anything at all that I have - let me know now! If no one claims anything by next week - it's going to Goodwill

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Why Is Moving So Stressful?

Tell me, why is moving so stressful to the point that some in the medical profession actually compare it to suffering a death in the family. Seriously, I read this. It should be a joyous time, assuming you aren't being forced to move.

I am very excited about cohabitating. I've waited a long time for this and wish for nothing more (well aside from marriage and children, of course). Not to mention I'll no longer have to spend nights away from my home and live out of my trust overnight bag. I'll be settled, happy, content and no more worries. Yet I'm emotionally stressed out to the core.

I've packed more than 50 percent of my stuff (not including furniture). I've moved more than half of that already. It's not a big deal. The big stuff is done - 4 closets full of clothes with one more to go (shh - don't tell C - not sure if he knows about the one up in the attic).

Tonight I need to make some major headway - Kerri, you'll appreciate this - I'm going to take down all my art and package that up to move, along with all my framed photos (this could take all night!)

We'll see where this leaves me in the morning.

Course my biggest fear is moving Miss Molly, making sure she adjusts well, and doesn't get out of the house in her new neighborhood. I'd be devastated!

Until tomorrow ...

I thought I Was Going to Find Them

So last night I went over to Craig's (wow, in just a couple of week's I will be calling this home) after stopping at my house after work. My mission - to find the jeans. Around 2 p.m. yesterday I thought I had an epiphony. I could have sworn the only other place they could have been would be my J. Jill overnight bag which is now hanging nicely in my new closet. I thought perhaps I had tossed them in there during my moving as a random place to put them so they WOULDN'T get lost. I ran right upstairs when I got home, pulled the shiny red bag from the closet, quickly unzipped it and there in the bottom of the bag - NOTHING but a pink tank top. WTF!!! I'll never find them. Course now I'm on a mission, while I have plenty of stuff left to do before moving, the priority now for me is to find these missing pants. But with everything packed, unpacked and moved I can't imagine for the life of me where they went and now it's consuming my every thought! Hence the 7 a.m. post on this subject.

Monday, January 08, 2007

How Does This Happen?????

Let's explore the mystery of the missing jeans. Not an old favorite pair, but rather a pretty expensive, can't believe I fit into them - perfect "dressy enough for work" pair that I purchased a few months back at Banana Republic.

Now anyone who knows me knows I have WAY too many clothes. Fine, I know this, I've learned to accept it and live with it. Something else anyone who knows me knows is that sometimes when you have that many clothes and are living somewhere where your clothing storage is scarce, often times items temporarily disappear, only to be found again when I'm packing to move - case in point - the cute black Ann Taylor Loft shrug I bought a year ago, lost, and didn't find again until last week when I packed my second to last box of clothes.

Back to the jeans.

So these jeans, which I love, and really want to wear tomorrow for my photo shoot at work are COMPLETELY GONE! My clothes for the first time in three years are totally organized and I can tell you - they aren't at the new house because everything there has been put away or gone through. They aren't in my current place and they're not even in my overnight bag (where lots of items oftentimes disappear at the bottom). Where the hell do favorite garments go? I'll never understand.

If there was only one place left I hadn't looked - then maybe I could find them.

Sigh.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Bedroom Transformation

Here's a look at the transformation of our master bedroom. From start to finish. Only thing missing - the brand new master bedroom set which arrives a week from Tuesday - YIPPEEEE!!!!!





And the day is almost here

Ok friends, it's been a long time coming, but it looks like my move is imminent. Our bedroom set is being delivered in two weeks which means moving fully is upon me. I know I've been stressing, and I know I really don't have to but I'm really, really looking forward to finally FINALLY being settled in a place I'll be living for a long time to come.

Over the past two weeks I have managed to move the majority of my clothing. Two more closets full are coming this weekend, along with hopefully my china and glassware.

I have to get down to business on everything else. I already spent weeks cleaning out so much junk I couldn't believe where it even all came from. My next step is to box up the items I wanted to continue to be surrounded by until I am sleeping elsewhere, my treasured books and all my photos and other small items which will soon have a new home with more room for display.

Now if I could only get rid of the feeling of panic which again, I know is insane because it's not like I have a deadline to move out. But being a writer and all I've of course given myself a deadline to move in. Occupational hazard I guess.

Any suggestions on how to get this down without any feelings of panic and stress? I'd love to hear them though I hear moving is as stresful as a death. I swear I read that somewhere. No joke!

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Baby's First Christmas

Having children in your family on Christmas is something I have never encountered until this year and I can't imagine a holiday without them. What's more exciting than arriving with armloads (or in our case, a rubbermaid container) full of gifts just for the little ones? Nothing beats it. From spending Christmas Eve with C's nephews to Christmas day with my nephew and Godson - what more could anyone ask for than the joy of the holiday season with those it's all about - family.

Many months ago my girlfriend Michele told me about a gift she gave her nephew for his first Christmas. It was a Radio Flyer Walker Wagon. What a gift! I ordered mine back in October. It's great - a small-scale wagon, designed for a newly-walking toddler. I even had it personalized with his name and baseball and of course some Red Sox sprinkled throughout. And I couldn't have given it to him at a better time. He just started taking his first steps a week or so ago.

By end of day yesterday, he was walking it clear across the family room and back with such joy! Here are some photos:

Here's the wagon I gave Baby Anthony for Christmas. Complete with personalization



Getting a little help from Grandpa


Catherine, Anthony and Baby Anthony


After running around pushing the cart, Baby Anthony got the right idea - hitch a ride

Monday, December 18, 2006

Oh Christmas Tree




Now any of you who remember last Christmas remember the importance of the Christmas tree in what was then my budding new relationship. C and I went to pick out our first tree. It was a chilly Dec. night, there were flurries in the air, Christmas music piped in throughout the tree lot and it was simply romantic (no gagging - I deserved this moment). We looked at many a tree and then came across "the one." He turned to me and asked me what I thought of it. I looked at the tree sitting there all full and perfect and before I could even say a word, tears began to stream down my face. And what did C do? He took me in his arms - pulled me close and said "well I guess this is the one."


That was last year. And this year I present to all of you - our first tree in our new home! Isn't she great?

In the Home Stretch

One week until Christmas. I can't believe it and I can't believe how every year when you think you're all done shopping and sending Christmas cards - you realize you aren't. Or worse, people ask you to pick up small things for them. But after this weekend, I'm in the homestretch. Just need a couple more stocking stuffers, two more gift bags (I miscalculated) and a grab gift for Christmas dinner. Not so bad. I even managed to get all my cards in the mail yesterday. Shocking since I bought them weeks ago, but only broke the seal on the package Sunday morning :-)

Speaking of home stretches, C is putting the final color on the walls of our bedroom this week. Yippee! We hope to hear from the carpet place today and have that installed by week's end (fingers crossed). Course this means I really need to get back on my game and get some serious packing done this week.

Let the games begin!

Saturday, December 16, 2006

For Those Who Haven't Seen It...

Ok, for those of you I have yet to share this with. Here is my favorite picture of my nephew in his Halloween costume (a fireman!). Figured I should share this before inundating all of you with pictures from his first Christmas - just over a week away! I can't wait!



Friday, December 15, 2006

Thank God It's Friday!

Thank God it's Friday - I never, EVER, thought it would get here. What a week. I took the day off Monday to make a major dent in my packing and purging in advance of moving. My girlfriend from college was on vacation so together we spent nine hours getting rid of everything I had that honestly I didn't need. The worst part was when I moved last time (three years ago) I did everything in two weeks. Packed a seven room apartment, plus a basement, and since I didn't get any time off from work at that time basically everything was thrown into boxes and transferred here. While it worked at the time, it totally came back to bite me in the ass on Monday. Because you can't exactly toss boxes you haven't opened in three years without going through them first. All I can say is thank God they make shredders.

Not only that, but everyone who knows me knows I'm totally camera happy and that was pretty evident as well. I actually have one giant rubbermaid container full of loose pictures and more than 10 photo albums. Totally out of control - but looking forward to going through those as a winter project after all the moving is over and done with.

So while the bulk of my day was spent doing all this, I did manage to pack all my stemware. Now I know I'm the quintessential entertainer so I expected to have more wine glasses than the average gal, but who knew I also had nearly 20 martini glasses, will I ever use these? Will they fit in the hutch in my new dining room with my other stemware and china? I guess I won't know until I make the attempt. Luckily we have a closet with shelves in the dining room which could be a very nice home for all the glasses otherwise - poor C, as much as I know I'm not bringing a lot of stuff, it's pretty evident I have a lot more than I thought I did. At least on that end.

Monday passes, I survive, am relieved and made some super progress - thanks Jenn! Tuesday night I had my work Christmas party - and I'm pooped but have a great time nonetheless. And the following night had a birthday party dinner with my family for Cat's 30th in Dedham. Let's just say last night there was no way I was up for anything, including the laundry that really had to be done. I came home, went to Craig's, took a shower and indulged in my TV and some catching up on my magazine reading.

Relaxing? yes, but with work this week - we have the biggest issue in the history of the magazine - I'm totally spent. Just have to get through today and working at the store tonight and I'm home free! Can't wait until Sunday, I plan on being totally lazy - which is always the plan, but instead of getting ansy as I usually do and taking on a big project, I have to use all my power to make sure I rest - after that only four more days to finish up our January issue at work pick up some last minute Christmas gifts. I can't believe Christmas is just over a week away!

That's my update - now to blowdry this hair and get to work!
L

Thursday, December 07, 2006

PS3 Mania Hits Home

My boyfriend is a lucky guy. He’s getting PS3 for Christmas but man does he need to thank me. With two weeks to go before Christmas I finally bit the bullet and hopped onto an eBay auction along with throngs of others all on the same quest – to own one of the 200,000 to 300,000 PS3 systems released in the U.S. prior to Christmas.

Now normally I’m the type of person who would wait a few months until all the hype faded, but I totally fell into the game on this one. After all, how else does one get their hands on something which is like gold thanks to the fact the demand for the original estimated 400,000 units for U.S. retailers could not be met due to production issues?

Innocently enough, I went to eBay just to see what was out there. Next thing I know I was possessed by what goes on there and I knew I had to get one and no matter what I would win it.

My strategy: search through the PS3 listings to see which auctions were coming to a close and lo and behold, I found one that no one seemed to be onto. Seriously I was the only one who bid on it. I kept thinking something had to be wrong here. The price was still under $650 and no one was interested? What was the issue here?

I checked the feedback on the seller, no issues. I simply couldn’t figure it out and I’m such a skeptic it was very hard for me to determine what the problem could be.

That being said, I placed my first bid - $621. Boy did I think it was a lock! Up until two hours before the online auction closed I was still the only bidder. It was a pretty good deal too. Came with a game, a movie and an extra controller – what more could a girl want than an expensive piece of gaming equipment for her beau with all the trimmings?

Then, with 15 minutes to go, those who obviously spend their days and nights watching for online auctions to close jumped in and started raising the bar. I was addicted, and just kept bidding. They outbid me by $10, I outbid them by $20. It was thrilling. Like the time I hit on a slot machine in Niagara Falls and then felt like it was “my machine” and it was going to pay me again. And would you believe it actually did? What can I say, at times I have a lucky star or like to think I do.

So there I was, outbid at five minutes to go, significantly over the maximum price I was willing to pay for the machine. I pondered what to do. I polled my co-workers, I polled my friends, I even did a little soul searching and then I did it - I pulled the trigger. With less than a minute to go, it was all mine! Sure I spent a little more than I should have or even wanted to, but at the end of the day it was a good experience and I finally have that perfect something to give the technology lover in my life for Christmas.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Double Blogging!

So now I'm blogging at work and at home. I started a work blog a while ago on our website and now am making every effort to update it daily with the latest in technology trends hitting the headlines. Check it out at: http://www.designnews.com/blog/1080000108.html

BIG wedding this weekend

So I know they annoy me on some level as they have most everyone else, but come on now, who really isn't interested in all the hype going on with the impending Katie Holmes/Tom Cruise nuptials this weekend in Italy. Being the news junky that I am - I've been following all the latest develops on People Magazine's blog on the event. Check it out at http://messages.people.com/cruise/
Liz

I know, it's been a VERY long time

I know it's been quite a while since I've updated my blog. I'm sorry. The time has simply got away with me between things happening on the homefront and changes going on at work. But I'm back and going to keep my promise to myself to keep this updated. That being said, it's super early on Thursday morning and just posting this update. I'll be back with so much more to blog on from the past couple of months later this afternoon.
Until then ...

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Believe it or not, it wasn't so bad :-)

So camping, after all, wasn't so bad. I'm sure most of you can't believe it, because I was having trouble with the idea too, but it's the God's honest truth.

I had a wonderful time. The company was great, the area was absolutely beautiful and I'm so happy I went. I know it meant a lot to Craig as it was a place he spent many a summer as a child and to me that is totally priceless.

It was a bit cold Saturday night as the temperatures dipped quite a bit, but thanks to my trusty, ultra warm sleeping bag (thanks Anthony) I was nice and toasty.

Here are some photos to prove I actually did in fact go.

Enjoy!
Liz

Together at our campsite.



This sign, and my expression, say it all.



The scenery was breathtaking.



The two of us.



Who's the newbie camper? Me!

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Gearing Up for the Weekend

So in case you all haven't heard yet, I'm going camping this weekend. Yes, me. It's my first foray into the trend of sleeping in a tent, on the ground, outside. While part of me is very excited to finally try this (though if you asked me a year ago I would have said "absolutely not!") there is a part of me that honestly does not know what to expect.

I'm sure it will be fun - the company at least will be enjoyable. It's just that my idea of camping has always been anything lower than a four-star hotel. Call me pretentious, call me what you will, but as a kid I never did the camping thing.

Sure I was sent off to camp. But that was tennis camp where we lived in dorms and were treated as if we were in boot camp - awoke every morning to the sound of an airhorn under the door just after 5 .m., up and in the cafe by 6 a.m. and on the courts all day until 4 (which is why we were discovered from having milk products for breakfast as they had the potential to "curdle in your stomach" while being in the hot sun all day. Tennis camp I could handle. Sleeping outside, in a tent, not so sure. But I'm trying it anyway, what's the worst that can happen? Oh, and please don't tell me.

At the very least I'm sure I'll have some great stuff to report when I get back along with some photos. Until then ...

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Sunday at the pool with Baby Anthony!

It's funny - I just can't get enough of my nephew! And this weekend was no different. Spent Sunday at my parents' house at the pool - the weather was just too beautiful to spend inside cleaning, working, you name it...

So I headed down there early morning, as Craig was working, and Catherine joined us with the baby. We had the nicest day. Lots of swimming, lots of conversation and, as always a great meal and a fantastic glass of wine. (yes, I limited myself to one).

One other great thing that happened is we finally found a night in the next two weeks when we can all get together for my birthday for dinner. What a struggle - seems it's getting more difficult every year for all of our schedules to mesh, but we managed to work it out - Great team work guys!

Anyway, here are more photos of the wonderful little guy. Enjoy!


I'm swimming! Look at my legs go!


Swimming in the pool with Nana. I just love her.


I'm content, although Papi is singing to me and I'm not quite sure what, he says it's something Italian, but I just don't get it.


Chillling on the deck - I kind of like this.


I know, I'm the cutest!