It has been one hell of a week for me. I'll start with the more happy news. Most everyone in my life knows this by now, but I am pregnant with our second. I am in my 12th week and what a long, horrible, and sick road it has been. I have never been so sick in my life. It was never this bad with Dominick, where I was at least able to function on a daily basis. This time, not so much. I took more time off work then I did all year for myself due to not being able to get out of bed, or hold water down. Everyone says, "Oh, it's all worth it, don't worry, it will go by quickly." Mmhmm. These are the people who a) have never had sickness to this extreme or b) just don't want to hear you complain anymore. But, alas, come Thanksgiving Day, I was able to eat something besides crackers and water, and it has been a very slow, gradual slope from there. Although I still get sick in the morning, I am still able to eat normal foods, just nothing with grease yet. I seem to be back to craving cheese: mac and cheese, cream cheese, whatever. I have a nice list of places I have to eat when I feel back to my normal self again, if that ever happens. Which I'm starting to think, never will. I will always be falling asleep at 7:30 every night and I will never be able to eat from a restaurant again. So, that has been my life for the past couple of months. So far the #1 highlight happened a couple of weeks ago when I threw up in my car after dropping Dominick off at my mom's. Luckily I learned with Dominick to keep a plastic bag in the car, so it didn't go all over. But, still just as bad as you would imagine it to be. That story is definitely going in the baby book! Yay motherhood!
This week has been a sad one for my family as one of my parents' beloved dogs, Orion, passed away on Tuesday. We have had Big O since he was 8 weeks old and died at the age of 15 (almost 16). He has had problems with his hips and would lose control of his bowels, so we knew he wouldn't be around too much longer. My father came home from work on Tuesday and found him in the living room, so my mom came home and they called the vet. My brother, who had a special bond with O, wanted to have him cremated so he could have his ashes, so that is what they did. Their other dog, Sekkara, has been doing fine. She was a bit lost on Tuesday night, but my mom says that she seems to be doing just fine. We got Sekkara when she was 2 and we realized when we adopted her, that from her birth date and markings, that she was Orion's litter mate! Talk about coincidence. So brother and sister were united again. It was hard to explain to Dominick why Orion wouldn't be at Boppy and Grandma's house anymore, but I think his little brain processed about as much as it could, and he has been fine with it since. It will take some getting used to of being at their house and having only one dog there instead of two, but, such is the circle of life. We miss you, big guy.
Today is my last day of work until the 29th and I am so excited. I haven't taken the week of Christmas off pretty much since I started working out of college. Today we are getting hit with our first huge storm of the season: 8 to 12 inches by late tonight. It should start pretty much any time now and just keep going all day. We are pretty much guaranteed a white Christmas this year as this is the first of a couple of fronts that will plow through our area. I will definitely get some pictures of all of the snow as I'm sure we'll all be out shoveling and playing.
So, that is about all of the news that's fit to print on this Friday morning. Stay warm!
Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
With Christmas comes memories
It's December and we are all busy with holiday plans, shopping, and for us nor'easterners, fighting the weather. For me, this time of year is heavy with memories, as I'm sure it is for many people. I come from an Italian family that is heavy on the Christmas traditions. The main day of tradition being Christmas Eve. For so many years, this entailed going to my grandparents' house for a huge feast: fish, shrimp, scuengeli (skoon-gee-lee, aka squid), artichoke hearts, cabbage and beans, soup, clams casino, spaghetti ali oliea (ah-lee-oh-lee-ya), and I'm sure I'm forgetting something else. And I know that I'm spelling a lot of that wrong, but I don't have my Italian dictionary around (ever), so just bear with me.
This evening ended up being my most anticipated evening of the entire year. I was more excited about going to Grandma's house on Christmas Eve than I was to see what I got under the tree the next morning. I would sit in my room or in the living room and watch the clock and count down the minutes until it was 4:00. We always lived close to my grandparents, so it was never a long drive. We would get out of the car, grab the presents, and try not to slip and break something on the icy steps. When we opened the door, we were welcomed by the most marvelous sights and smells I will ever know. The warmth of the house and the warmth from the kitchen seeped throughout the whole house and it was like a great big hug just for you. We would take off our coats and boots and unload the presents, kiss our hellos, then take our places around the coffee table for snacks (my aunt and I always permanently placed in front of the chips and dip). Soon my grandfather would come home from wherever it was that he had gone (often shopping for himself, because why not) and we would sit down for our big Italian feast. Oh it was so good. My grandma would spend a week getting everything ready: shopping for the fish (or sending my dad), preparing the various dishes, etc. Dinner was always accompanied with great conversation and at least one horrible joke that my grandfather told. We would stuff ourselves silly and then the men took over for the cleaning of the dishes and table while the ladies sat and chatted. Eventually we would all make enough room for some Italian cookies and coffee, then we could dig into the presents. When we were little, and my cousins were little, my grandma always turned the news on so we could see where Santa was at the moment. We all played with our presents and laughed and had a good time. Soon, the evening would wrap up and it was back home for us. We always had my grandparents over for dinner the next day and that always made me happy.
As I got older, my grandmother had more difficulties putting dinner together. When I was in college, after my grandmother's first stroke, I spent the day with her breading and frying the fish and getting things ready for her. It was the only year we did that, but I will always remember it. My clothes and hair stunk of fish, but I didn't care. I think Grandma and I ate more fish while we fried it then we actually put on the table. As my grandmother's health declined, we continued going to her house, but we all chipped in to get dinner ready and together. Once my grandfather passed, my uncle took over the job of telling the bad joke of the year (very often the joke of the man with the suit with a sleeve that was too long). More time passed and my grandmother went into a nursing home and we had to sell their house. My mother took over Christmas Eve dinner at her house and we were always able to bring my grandmother over for dinner from the home. In the summer of 2007 my grandmother passed and each Christmas season gets a little harder when we discuss Christmas Eve. I still look forward to it, but it isn't the same without my Little Grandma. I will always remember how I felt walking into that house on Christmas Eve: so overjoyed by every bit of it: the warmth, the food, the decorations, the laughter, every last second of it.
Now that I am a mother, I hope that my children have the same excitement that my brother and I had in going over to their grandparents' house on Christmas Eve. When they are old enough, I plan to tell them all about my Christmas Eve love and all about their great grandparents. If it is one tradition I am determined to pass on as a parent, it is this one. While I know my grandparents are looking down on us on all of the Christmas Eves to come, it still saddens me that they aren't here with us. But I have so many years of wonderful memories with them that I am grateful for all of it.
Not to be a downer in a time when we should be all cheerful, but I think it's only natural for us to think of those we miss and traditions we grew up with, etc. So here's to tradition, family, food, and love!
This evening ended up being my most anticipated evening of the entire year. I was more excited about going to Grandma's house on Christmas Eve than I was to see what I got under the tree the next morning. I would sit in my room or in the living room and watch the clock and count down the minutes until it was 4:00. We always lived close to my grandparents, so it was never a long drive. We would get out of the car, grab the presents, and try not to slip and break something on the icy steps. When we opened the door, we were welcomed by the most marvelous sights and smells I will ever know. The warmth of the house and the warmth from the kitchen seeped throughout the whole house and it was like a great big hug just for you. We would take off our coats and boots and unload the presents, kiss our hellos, then take our places around the coffee table for snacks (my aunt and I always permanently placed in front of the chips and dip). Soon my grandfather would come home from wherever it was that he had gone (often shopping for himself, because why not) and we would sit down for our big Italian feast. Oh it was so good. My grandma would spend a week getting everything ready: shopping for the fish (or sending my dad), preparing the various dishes, etc. Dinner was always accompanied with great conversation and at least one horrible joke that my grandfather told. We would stuff ourselves silly and then the men took over for the cleaning of the dishes and table while the ladies sat and chatted. Eventually we would all make enough room for some Italian cookies and coffee, then we could dig into the presents. When we were little, and my cousins were little, my grandma always turned the news on so we could see where Santa was at the moment. We all played with our presents and laughed and had a good time. Soon, the evening would wrap up and it was back home for us. We always had my grandparents over for dinner the next day and that always made me happy.
As I got older, my grandmother had more difficulties putting dinner together. When I was in college, after my grandmother's first stroke, I spent the day with her breading and frying the fish and getting things ready for her. It was the only year we did that, but I will always remember it. My clothes and hair stunk of fish, but I didn't care. I think Grandma and I ate more fish while we fried it then we actually put on the table. As my grandmother's health declined, we continued going to her house, but we all chipped in to get dinner ready and together. Once my grandfather passed, my uncle took over the job of telling the bad joke of the year (very often the joke of the man with the suit with a sleeve that was too long). More time passed and my grandmother went into a nursing home and we had to sell their house. My mother took over Christmas Eve dinner at her house and we were always able to bring my grandmother over for dinner from the home. In the summer of 2007 my grandmother passed and each Christmas season gets a little harder when we discuss Christmas Eve. I still look forward to it, but it isn't the same without my Little Grandma. I will always remember how I felt walking into that house on Christmas Eve: so overjoyed by every bit of it: the warmth, the food, the decorations, the laughter, every last second of it.
Now that I am a mother, I hope that my children have the same excitement that my brother and I had in going over to their grandparents' house on Christmas Eve. When they are old enough, I plan to tell them all about my Christmas Eve love and all about their great grandparents. If it is one tradition I am determined to pass on as a parent, it is this one. While I know my grandparents are looking down on us on all of the Christmas Eves to come, it still saddens me that they aren't here with us. But I have so many years of wonderful memories with them that I am grateful for all of it.
Not to be a downer in a time when we should be all cheerful, but I think it's only natural for us to think of those we miss and traditions we grew up with, etc. So here's to tradition, family, food, and love!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Derby Prom
I went to our 2008 Derby Prom last night. In case you didn't know, it's an annual event my roller derby league throws to celebrate our season by giving out awards, mixed with booze and dancing. I got all dolled up for the occasion, which was kind of fun. I was voted the Best Positional Blocker by the league (I'm notorious for my angle blocks) and also got Most Improved Endurance (so running the stupid bridge has its perks after all...). I was also quite surprised and flattered to hear I had been nominated (which means someone(s) voted for me in that category) for Hardest Hitter. Truly a case where I can say it is an honor just to have been nominated. (I mean, there are some hard-ass hitters on the league and to think someone thinks I am in that company?? wow).
Anyways, it was neat. Here's a pic of me with one of my awards.
In other news, I just picked out a stack of books from the library to read over the next week or two. I got:
Practical Demonkeeping by Christopher Moore
Stardust by Neil Gaiman
The Way the Crow Flies by Ann Marie MacDonald
Air Apparent by Piers Anthony (part of the Xanth series I'm a fan of)
The Terror by Dan Simmons
If you have any favorite books or authors, feel free to share them. I love to find new authors & books to read!
Anyways, it was neat. Here's a pic of me with one of my awards.
In other news, I just picked out a stack of books from the library to read over the next week or two. I got:
Practical Demonkeeping by Christopher Moore
Stardust by Neil Gaiman
The Way the Crow Flies by Ann Marie MacDonald
Air Apparent by Piers Anthony (part of the Xanth series I'm a fan of)
The Terror by Dan Simmons
If you have any favorite books or authors, feel free to share them. I love to find new authors & books to read!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
It has started
This morning I woke up to white all over the ground. Yup, on November 18th, I had my first snow covered drive into work. For the first few rounds of snow driving, people tend to be, well, stupid. It's like they forget how to do it. Then everyone is fine, then the longer winter lasts, the braver people get. That's when you see people off the road in a ditch. So, it is officially winter here in upstate NY. There is no turning back now.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I'm back...
All rightie then. Got the internet hooked up at my new place. No cable, so I am on a big movie watching kick. A coworker lent me a random pick from here DVD collection, and so far this weekend I have watched Clue, The Day After Tomorrow, The Net and Sahara. I liked Sahara a lot. I think that is one to purchase to put into my usual rotation. (I like to play my favorite movies over and over while I do other chores). While at Target the other day I purchased the Simpsons movie and 3:10 to Yuma, both on sale for like $10. Simpsons movie was cute and I've seen Yuma before and liked it. Which I was surprised I did, but there's also yummy eye candy. Speaking of yummy eye candy, the new Bond movie is out and I'm wondering if I'm brave enough to go to the theater by myself to see it.
I wish the weekends were longer.
I wish the weekends were longer.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Sickie McSick Pants
We've both been a bit MIA lately. Mary is without Internet at the moment and I have been sick as a dog. I missed several days of work and have been lucky to make it through the past couple of days here. It's not like I'm getting a whole lot done while I'm here anyway, but hey, I'm here. Since I've been sick, I haven't been watching movies, reading, or doing much of anything but laying half dead in bed. It does, however, give me a chance to watch some really terrible TV. Like Saturday when I watched a marathon of The Real Housewives of Atlanta. All I have to say, is wow. I know those are hours I'll never get back and I was half out of it anyway, but damn. AMC has been playing a lot of Clint Eastwood lately so I watched some of Dirty Harry on Sunday morning and even though I was in bed, it was the sickest I've been and I can't remember what else was on. Probably a good thing.
Life in NY has turned cold. Today we might be up around 60 and then we dive down into our winter mode - mid-30s - for the foreseeable future. We tend to usually get snow on Thanksgiving and not much of anything for Christmas. And if we do get snow on Christmas, we get about four feet dumped on us overnight. It's always a guessing game in western NY.
This is the first election where I left the news on all night. I ended up falling asleep somewhat early, but whenever I opened my eyes Obama had another state and kept inching higher, so I went to bed. At 1:30 when Dominick woke up, my hubby got up with him and said, "Oh by the way, Obama won" to which I replied, "Awesome!.... Zzzzzzzzzzzz". The next day was definitely a day full of hope and good feelings.
Oh, and if you want to see my attempt at Halloween, check out our Flickr page for a couple of shots.
Life in NY has turned cold. Today we might be up around 60 and then we dive down into our winter mode - mid-30s - for the foreseeable future. We tend to usually get snow on Thanksgiving and not much of anything for Christmas. And if we do get snow on Christmas, we get about four feet dumped on us overnight. It's always a guessing game in western NY.
This is the first election where I left the news on all night. I ended up falling asleep somewhat early, but whenever I opened my eyes Obama had another state and kept inching higher, so I went to bed. At 1:30 when Dominick woke up, my hubby got up with him and said, "Oh by the way, Obama won" to which I replied, "Awesome!.... Zzzzzzzzzzzz". The next day was definitely a day full of hope and good feelings.
Oh, and if you want to see my attempt at Halloween, check out our Flickr page for a couple of shots.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
It's votin' time
Make sure you get out and vote today! Because you don't want P Diddy coming after you:
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