Sunday, November 29, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Thanksgiving
I have typed and retyped this post several times sooooooooooooooooo I've decided just to list those things that I am thankful for:
I am thankful for:
- A country where we vote for our leaders
- A country that allows debate on issues without fear of retribution
- A job that has health insurance benefits
- A house that has not devalued
- Children who even though they are grown, know that they can come home to live no matter how old they are.
- My girls who both work two floors away from me
- My Sweet husband who is looking to work nearer to home
- My son-in-law who despite the down economy has managed to make a connection in his field of study. (We are hope this turns into a job offer)
- My dad who is very healthy
- My brothers who keep the promise we made to our mother to take care of dad.
Take a moment to reflect on the things in your life that you can be thankful for today.
Ciao
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Thursday, November 19, 2009
Do you have a car?
I have never given it a second thought about having a car, but yesterday I was chatting with my godfather's daughter on facebook, and she asked me if I had a car.
I kind of ached inside because I realized that a car for her is a status symbol. To me a car is nothing. . . . it is necessary. . . . . I have never been without . . . . . I have never given it a second thought.
I gathered from several of her comments that she was struggling. . . . she is depressed. . . . she has poor health. . . . heavy smoker. . . . over weight. . . .alone. . . . no job. . . . sad. . . . . We are one year different in age. . . . . both have been divorced. . . . she lost both parents when she was young. . . . she lives 1000 miles from the town we both grew up in. . . . she has an uncle and and aunt in the town we grew up in, but she rarely contact them . . . she used to be very very smart, but she has always had limited social skills. Her Sicilian family was a bit crazy. . . . they would get mad and not talk to each other for years. . . . and they really were never nice to her mom who wasn't Italian. . . . so she grew up with issues. Her dad. . . . my godfather. . . . was really a character. . . . he introduced my mom and dad. . . . . he had several pizza parlors. . . . . he loved to sing Italian songs. . . . . and my fondest memory is of him playing gin rummy with his mom and dad, my mom and dad, and all of us little kids running around. . . . .
I tried to cheer her up. . . . tell her stories about her grandmother and grandfather. . . . her uncle. . . . she mentioned that her x had been abusive. . . . mean. . . . her kids live in the city she is living in. . . . the climate is really cold . . . . . Life is really not fun for her. . . . I asked her if she had friends. . . . had a church . . . . she mentioned that she had had some. . . .I assumed she was talking about friends. . . .
I have been a little sad all day. . . . I am sorry for her. . . . I talked to my daughter about her. . . . I don't know how you break the cycle. . . . I can't fix it. . . . makes me remember to be thankful for the normal things like a car.
I wish her some happiness in her life. . . .
Ciao
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Thursday, November 12, 2009
I'm always the bad guy!
In our dealings with the Dexter. . . . I have to be the bad guy all the time. . . . At 8 months old the little Terrier Terror has to be disciplined. He is smart. . . . wirey. . . . full of energy. . . . and very much like a baby. . . . everything is a new fun adventure. . . . After we came back from the coast. . . .there had been several issues. . . . . Dexter for no reason at all. . . . kept peeing on the carpet. . . . he had been having poop parties in the house. . . . and the lady who cleaned the house said that the house smelled.
Well if Brenda says the house smells that is enough for me. Sooooooooooooo I announced. . . . again having to be the bad guy. . . . that I wasn't going to have a dog that kept messing in the house. . . .either he gets that figured out or he is going to have to go. . . . .now what would you think the reaction in the house would be. . . .everyone (there are 4 other adults in the house besides me) started to make major efforts. . . . to get the dog outside. . . . to give him some play time and some discipline. . . .and at the recommendtion of the puppy school leader. . . . . we bought this organic stuff called NoGo. I cleaned the carpet and then sprayed the No Go on the carpet. . . . do you know that Dexter has not had one accident . . . . Dex has been a model citizen. . . . but again. . . . everyone wants him around when he is in his pet me calm mode. . . .however the dog is able switch at a blink of an eye into Dexter the Demon Dog who wants all the attention. . . and starts to act like a 3 year old. . . . it is especially annoying because nobody wants to put the dog in his cage at night. Me . . . Mom of a 21 year old and a 25 year old has to put the dog in the cage because I am the bad guy.
Sheeeeshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh well . . . . Dexter goes in the cage as a kid goes into the crib. . . . it is a comfort to him. . . . . he doesn't cry . . . it is his safety net. . . . it reminds me of how I would wrap the girls up in the blanket like a little papoose. . . .it was a comfort. . . the tight blanket. . . the smell. . . . their bed. . . their room. . . .kind of that womb feeling.
Dogs. . . .love them. . . . . exercise them. . . . discipline them. . . . I hope that all this will make for a good little companion for the next 10 years or however long we have together.
Ciao
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Thursday, November 05, 2009
Ft Hood Texas
I am a little numb right now. . . . . I am not sure what to say or how to react. . . . . there are events that you never forget. . . . . the shuttle disaster. . . . . the Luby killer who drove into the front of the restaurant through the wall and then started shooting . . . . . the sight of the twin towers falling and the reality that it was an airplane that caused it. . . . . . . those things never leave your memory. . . . . the shooting at Ft Hood is one of those. . . . it will be an event where everyone can recall exactly what they were doing. . . . how they felt. . . . I am sad. . . . the base is not far from where I live. . . . we all live and work with military people or ex military people. Sweetie has worked on Ft. Hood. . . . thank God he was not working there now.
It will be a long sad night . . . .
Ciao
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Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Impromptu Dinner
Just when I think we can't manage to get along with all these adults in the house. . . . . #1daughter and I leave work earlier than our norm. . . . . we get home. . . . . walk the dog. .. . . come back to hear the Principessa saying her "friend" is coming for pasta and meatballs. . . . . I look around at the house. . . . and her sister and I start to pick up. . . . . the Principessa finally cleaned out the boxes that had been laying in the living room. . . . . now they were unpacked. . . . finally. . . . . we took the boxes to the burn pile. . . .4 adults all working together to prep the house for an impromptu dinner with the Principessa's "friend". . . . all the while. . . . my sweet man. . . . is basically pouting. . . . . he is mad over the fact that I keep having to clean up. . . . . I don't really care. . . . . I can't deal with a dirty kitchen. . . . . he opts out of the meal . . . . the conversation. . . . . my kids. . . . well they are upset. . . . they don't understand. . . . frankly. . . . I can't explain it away. . . . . as my dad would say, "What ya gonna do, huh?". . . .
We had a great time. . . . . the kids and me. . . . . . by 8:30. . . . Sweet man. . . . . in the bed. . . . where am I . . . . . watching the Sopranos. . . . by myself. . . . downstairs . . . . . . final episode. . . . . did I say by myself. . . . for God's sake I have been by myself for 6 months. . . . . OK I' regaining calm . . . .
Overall. . . . . I am proud that the Prinicipessa used my mother's meatball recipe. . . . . she did a great job. . . . . I love that my kids feel comfortable inviting anyone over. . . . . on a moment's notice. . . . that was how I was raised. . . . . my mom always had my aunt or one of my cousins . . . . . some one I was related to at the evening meal. . . . . .
The girls. . . . . . . they got their grandma's love of food and family.
It doesn't get better than that for me.
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Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Having a house full.
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