October - one of my favorite months for many reasons - I am still a kid at heart and love to dress up for halloween - but now I enjoy it more as I see my oldest boy dress up as Optimus Prime. Yes I bought him the $45 voice changer helmet... I could not help it - and it definitely comes in handy for those boring Monday morning meetings at work...
Trick or Treat... whatever happened to the good old days, I hate the fact that I have to take my kids to a "planned" halloween trick or treat event... back in the day, I remember hitting houses on my way home from school, carrying a pillow case as a bag and by the end of the night having it full of great stuff! There was always the lady on the block who made carmel apples, the lady that gave out regular size candy bars, but of course there was that house that gave out fruit or coins wrapped in foil - what was up with that! And of course you ate your candy as you walked the streets - no worries of razor blades or other such nonsense!
I guess it just saddens me that our world has become a planned event with "safe" sites to trick or treat - where is the fun in that? where is the adventure?
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
9/11... okay a day late...
I was just thinking back.... I grew up back east, I used to go to NY a lot and had been in the towers many times, riding all the way to the top and looking down at the city... feeling the building sway back and forth with the wind, yes they moved when you were on the top...
When 9/11 happened - it struck a lot closer to home for me, granted I had moved to Cali by that time, but still - it was hard to watch over and over and over and over... another reason I could never forget is because my cousin, who had worked in those towers for at least 20 years, was at work on 9/11. He was on one of the lower floors - about to go up for a meeting, when it started... as the towers came down, he got into the stairwell and made it down and out before they collapsed, he was covered in ashes and blood, walked for blocks like that and finally some stranger pulled him into a store and poured water over his head so he could see. Our family did not hear from him for hours and hours, no one knew what happened to him. He lost about half his company that day, many, many friends and co-workers.
When 9/11 happened - it struck a lot closer to home for me, granted I had moved to Cali by that time, but still - it was hard to watch over and over and over and over... another reason I could never forget is because my cousin, who had worked in those towers for at least 20 years, was at work on 9/11. He was on one of the lower floors - about to go up for a meeting, when it started... as the towers came down, he got into the stairwell and made it down and out before they collapsed, he was covered in ashes and blood, walked for blocks like that and finally some stranger pulled him into a store and poured water over his head so he could see. Our family did not hear from him for hours and hours, no one knew what happened to him. He lost about half his company that day, many, many friends and co-workers.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Little Blister
Okay - why the name... "Little Blister"
I had an older brother Kenny, who I loved dearly although we did not always get along and actually we fought a lot when we were younger. In school he would say to this friends, "there goes my little blister" just one of his many terms of endearment for me. But as we grew older we became best friends and relied on each other for a lot. We shared a lot of happiness and a lot of sadness, we shared the same hurt and pain, which made a very strong bond between us while on the constant quest to understand the actions of an idiot (the abandonment of our father).
On May 14, 1998 my world changed forever in ways I can't even explain, my brother was on his way to work and was killed in a motorcycle accident, he was racing another bike and they both crashed and died... I like to say my brother lived his life on his terms and at his own speed - so he left this world doing what he loved.
Nothing prepares you for death, this was one of those things that "doesn't happen to me." I can't even being to try to describe the pain. It has been ten years and some days it still feels like yesterday. I don't know if you ever recover from a death - some say it is because I refused to view the body - so I only remember my brother alive and that is the way I like it.
So to my brother Kenny, I love and miss you terribly, I will always be your Little Blister...
"God took our boy today to ride shotgun on the Milky Way" (The Ratman 1998)
I had an older brother Kenny, who I loved dearly although we did not always get along and actually we fought a lot when we were younger. In school he would say to this friends, "there goes my little blister" just one of his many terms of endearment for me. But as we grew older we became best friends and relied on each other for a lot. We shared a lot of happiness and a lot of sadness, we shared the same hurt and pain, which made a very strong bond between us while on the constant quest to understand the actions of an idiot (the abandonment of our father).
On May 14, 1998 my world changed forever in ways I can't even explain, my brother was on his way to work and was killed in a motorcycle accident, he was racing another bike and they both crashed and died... I like to say my brother lived his life on his terms and at his own speed - so he left this world doing what he loved.
Nothing prepares you for death, this was one of those things that "doesn't happen to me." I can't even being to try to describe the pain. It has been ten years and some days it still feels like yesterday. I don't know if you ever recover from a death - some say it is because I refused to view the body - so I only remember my brother alive and that is the way I like it.
So to my brother Kenny, I love and miss you terribly, I will always be your Little Blister...
"God took our boy today to ride shotgun on the Milky Way" (The Ratman 1998)
Me
Greetings and salutations... I am new to this so here it goes...
I am a NJ Kid, a SoCal Young Adult and now a NorCal Mom... I guess I am supposed to update this to keep all my "friends" apprised of my going ons - but I barely have time to update my myspace page and now I have a facebook page... too much technology if you ask me - but a great way to get back in touch with those people you never talked to after high school, right? or was there a reason you didn't talk to them after high school... hmmmmm I will have to think about that one...
I used to love to write - but don't have much time for it after becoming a Mom, or a MILF as my hubby calls me... but I am at a slow point in my job so I will try to keep this up and well as work on my book, that's right I am writing a book and have been for years - it is a chronicle of my life, I know who really cares - but it might make for interesting reading, all the little things that only you know about yourself or what you really think of people or what you did that you never told anyone... I guess I will have to change the names to protect the guilty...
I am a NJ Kid, a SoCal Young Adult and now a NorCal Mom... I guess I am supposed to update this to keep all my "friends" apprised of my going ons - but I barely have time to update my myspace page and now I have a facebook page... too much technology if you ask me - but a great way to get back in touch with those people you never talked to after high school, right? or was there a reason you didn't talk to them after high school... hmmmmm I will have to think about that one...
I used to love to write - but don't have much time for it after becoming a Mom, or a MILF as my hubby calls me... but I am at a slow point in my job so I will try to keep this up and well as work on my book, that's right I am writing a book and have been for years - it is a chronicle of my life, I know who really cares - but it might make for interesting reading, all the little things that only you know about yourself or what you really think of people or what you did that you never told anyone... I guess I will have to change the names to protect the guilty...
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