I have a loose

tongue. Crap. Sometimes, I say things without thinking. An old friend - actually I have known her so long she is almost like a sister to me - is coming to visit from NY in October. It so happens, a few days before she and her one year old arrive, my folks will be in town for lil B's birthday. So like a dumb a-s-s, I mention to my mother about staying until my friend flies in. This way my mother can meet her daughter. My mother ALL EXCITEDLY agreed. As I hung up the phone, I realized I would have a swinging front door for a week. CRAP!

I try to remind myself, that this is what life is about. Enjoying seeing family and friends, and to hell with the mess in the house. ;O)

Creepy

Check out RalphLauren.com Their jean models...actually model the jeans.

The Taliban

Just for you Momma Drool. It might not be a good idea to leave our girls alone together. ;O)

Cute

While shopping for green clothes (school colors for hubby's football team) in Goodys yesterday, my lil B said "Cute Mama", as I eyed a shirt. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. She has my taste obviously, since I too, thought the shirt was cute. However, at the very tender age of 22 months, she knows what cute clothes are...

Ay ya i

Nostalgia

Having received the email "I am a New Yorker" which I generously posted for all to read, I decided to flip through my old photos and post some.

We hung out in Cental Park


We graffiti-ed building walls


We went to parades (photo:St Patrick's Day 1985)


We walked to school in groups


We played softball on concrete


To the crew: Good times, good times!

(Yes, that is my proud father with his can of beer.)


Love and miss you guys!!! XOXO

I am a New Yorker

I am a New Yorker
I do not live in the five boroughs or on the Island or Upstate
I may live hundreds or thousands of miles away
Or I may live just over the GW Bridge
But I am a New Yorker

I am a New Yorker
Whatever took me out of New York:
Business, family or hating the cold
did not take New York out of me.
My accent may have faded and my pace may have slowed
But I am a New Yorker

I am a New Yorker
I was raised on Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and Rockefeller Plaza,
The Yankees or the Mets (Giants or Dodgers)
Jones Beach, Rye Beach, Rockaway Beach or one of the beaches
on the sound
I know that "THE END" means Montauk.
Because I am a New Yorker

I am a New Yorker
When I return to visit, I never look up
Skyscrapers are something I take for granted
The Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty are part of me
Taxis and noise and subways and "get outa heah" don't rattle me
Because I am a New Yorker

I am a New Yorker
I was raised on cultural diversity before it was politically correct
I eat Greek food and Italian food, Jewish and Middle Eastern food and
Chinese food
Because they are all American food to me.
I don't get mad when people speak other languages in my presence
Because my relatives got to this country via Ellis Island and chose to stay
They were New Yorkers

People who have never been to New York have misunderstood me
My friends and family work in the industries, professions and
businesses that benefit all Americans
My firefighters died trying to save New Yorkers and non-New Yorkers
They died trying to save Americans and non-Americans
Because they were New Yorkers.

I am a New Yorker
I feel the pain of my fellow New Yorkers
I mourn the loss of my beautiful city
I feel and dread that New York will never be the same
But then I remember:
I am a New Yorker

Wherever we live, whatever we do, whoever we are
There are New Yorkers in every state and every city of this nation
We will not abandon our city
We will not abandon our brothers and sisters
We will not abandon the beauty, creativity and diversity that New York represents
Because we are New Yorkers
And I am proud to be a New Yorker

You Son Of A Bi@tch

I don't care if we are in a drought and you need water. I don't care if my home is cool in temperature. I don't care that you just need a place to call 'home'. You are not welcome. From what I know about you, you can live through a nuclear fallout. So you should be able to survive mother nature's elements.

Stay out of my house you nasty bastard. Mr. Terminix will be here shortly, removing any welcome mats you think might exist.

P.S. My lil B is well on her way to not liking you either. She knows to do the coocaracha dance and scream for daddy. I have taught her well.

I Love You

"Lov you too" and she sleeps peacefully - with no tears - in her big girl bed.

Oh Shit

This is what my child now says when I slam on the brakes in the car. Hubby has always joked that as long as curse words are used in the right context and said at the right time, it would be acceptable. I am not so sure about this now. Although my brother who experienced it first hand tonight thinks it is classic, I am a little concerned.

Oh shit...where was I going with this post...

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

While shopping for Buddha's birthday gift at Toys' R Us today, I realized I love buying little boy stuff. (Hell, I LOVE buying toys.) I couldn't decide which vehicle I liked more, which he would cherish more, or which was more durable for a 2 year old. I also came to the realization that shopping for a boy is just as difficult as shopping for a girl. I initially thought I could pick up a truck and go. Ha! Naive I was. After narrowing my decision down to still several, I decided to go with them all. I will let Random Mommy worry about where she will put these ENORMOUS things. ;)

Christmas this year is going to be so much fun!

Bourne Believer

Move over 007, this is a Jason Bourne generation. I am now a loyal Bourne lover and follower.

If only I could add a music clip to this post. It would be 'that' song.

Go see the movie.

700+

That is how many channels we have. It is also the number of channels with nothing on worth watching.

RSVP: HELL NO

The audacity. You have never invited me to your home. Never asked if our kids could get together and play. Not once called and invited me to lunch. Yet month after month, I get an invitation to one of your 'social parties' that requires me to buy something. At these parties, I know you earn points that in turn leads to free gifts for you. Has my lack of attendance not been obvious enough? And I will not even begin to mention all of the perks you have already received because you are associated with this family. You will not exploit me. So the answer to your invitation - yet again - is:

HELL TO THE F'ing NO!