Monthly Archives: July 2007

The Boys of Summer

There’s no food in my house.

Surfaces everywhere are sticky and gross.

There are crumbs on the floor and on the sofa and in the computer keyboard (not mine, of course.)

Also candy wrappers and the occasional pistachio shell.

Windows are open while the A/C is blasting.

The back screen was wide open for hours the other night so there are lost bugs flitting about.

There are no clean glasses and half the dirty ones are scattered around the house.

Damp towels are piled in the corner of the bathroom.

I just cleaned the house and did the food shopping two days ago.

September can’t come soon enough.

In NYC, shaking out the last demons

This past weekend my husband surprised me with an overnight trip to NYC to celebrate my birthday.

We stayed at the Millennium Hilton which overlooks the WTC site.Millenium Hilton NYC We’ve stayed downtown before since 9/11 (exactly 4 years ago in fact) but this time our room looked right down at the construction- what there is, anyway. There’s movement but it still looks like a crater.

This trip brought some closure I hadn’t realized I needed. The last trip in 2003 was with the kids, and we kept busy doing touristy things with them. This time it was like revisiting the past. wtcmarriott.jpg

Three weeks before 9/11/2001 Pat and I spent the weekend at the Marriott hotel that sat in the shadows of the towers. We had an amazing time, including an evening hanging out on Bleecker St. at the Back Fence Bar.backfence.jpg

This past Saturday we were joined by Pat’s sister Jeanine and her husband, Richie, and we ended up back at the Back Fence. fun at the Back FenceI’m not positive but I think it was the same musicians as last time. Pat made a request, “Annie’s Song” (yes, they were doing John Denver covers!) and even though they really didn’t have it down, they sure tried! All kinds of demons I didn’t know were still here were exorcised this weekend. It’s funny how things stay stuck back in your head, even as life goes on, and you don’t even know they’re back there. I guess because I so rarely get to NY. I don’t know, makes little sense, but that’s the reality. Anyway, birthday paddlingit felt good. Really good.

I was even birthday-spanked at Lucky Cheng’s. Hard to top that for birthday fun!

8 random things

I was tagged (twice!) to do the 8 random things about me meme (first by Karen, over a month ago, um, oops… then today by Susan) so here ya go!

1. I’m a terrible multitasker. I can’t listen to music while I work because I sing along and I can’t sing and think at the same time.

2. Except for a few good friends, I always got along better with the boys than the girls as a kid, and I always knew I’d never have a daughter.

3. I had a poem published in a short-lived internet magazine in 1997.

4. I asked my husband-to-be out for our first date. We were 16 & he was my first and last boyfriend.

5. I was once embroiled in an internet war which revolved around the ethics of procuring reservations for breakfast at Cinderella’s castle in Disney World. Seriously. Disney fans can be pretty rough.

6. I’m on a bowling team, mostly for the gossip and the cocktails.

7. I’ve been treasurer for 2 volunteer organizations even though I hate math. (Yay for calculators and Quicken!)

8. I want to retire to the shore. Or NYC. Or New Mexico. One of those. Maybe.

I’m gonna tag everyone who reads this who hasn’t been tagged yet (because most of you have been!)

Twenty-2, Forty-4, Sixty-6?

Today I turned 44 years old.

The first 22 years of my life were mine, but I was a kid, what did I know? I muddled my way through them somehow and came out fortunate to have found a perfect match in my husband, Pat.

The second 22 years have belonged to my family. I spend a few years trying to start a family, and then the rest raising one. I made some choices that others may not have made, but I don’t regret any of them. My marriage is solid, and my boys are smart, confident, sweet kids. I’ve always said my goal as a mom is to raise sons my future daughters-in-law thank me for (like I wish I could thank my late mother-in-law.) So far I think I’m on track.
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So here we go into the next 22. I’m really not sure what’s ahead of me. I’ve learned that 22 years fly by. I’ve learned that you can’t do it all, and that’s ok. I’ve learned that opportunities will come to you, but that doesn’t matter if you’re not looking for them and ready to take advantage of them. I’ve learned that my family will always come ahead of everything else, but that my happiness is a part of that.

I’ve been looking back at those first 22 years, kind of rediscovering myself in there. I haven’t changed much, really. The part of me that loves the media, the part of me that loves to read, the part of me that loves to write, the part of me that loves to teach- they were all there back then, too.

Now excuse me while I go ask my 14 year old to turn the music down… (yep, I’ve definitely aged.)

(Goofy always remembers :-) )

Ten Thousand! Boy, those Phillies fans are nuts.

We lucked into luxury suite tickets to the Phillies game last night. We had a great view, and even better, air conditioning! We shared it with other employees from Pat’s office and their guests, including some really cute kids, who Tim quickly befriended. p1030157.jpgThe suite allowed them to run around and play, have some make-your-own sundaes, and watch the Disney Channel so the rest of us could watch the game.

It was a great game if you were either a Cardinals fan or a baseball fan with no horse in the race. The Cards kept slamming home runs, the fans kept booing and demanding that the home run balls be tossed back on the field (most were.) The Phillies had a mini-rally in the end but even that wasn’t legit, it seems. Michael Bourn hit a home run into the first row of the stands, but stadium security apparently determined that the fan who caught the ball reached over the wall to grab it, and quietly escorted him out of the stadium. In my opinion if the umpires didn’t call interference, there wasn’t any, and it puts a blemish on the kid’s first ML home run, but hey, not my call.**

Going into the game, the Phillies had 9,999 losses in their existence. At the beginning there was an air of hopefulness, that the 10,000th loss would happen another day, but as the game wore on and the Cardinal home runs continued to fly, the fans seemed to embrace the inevitable. A group of guys tore off their shirts to reveal one with a giant red 1 on his chest, the other four with red zeros. A hopeful banner reading “10,000 is not in the Cards” soon found the word “not” x-ed out.

The energy during the little 9th inning rally was incredible considering that most of the sell-out crowd had long since headed out the gates. Final batter Ryan Howard probably got the loudest “Lets Go Howard” cheer in his life. As the guy sitting nearby said, “That was the most energized way to end a loss!” p1030167.jpg

Out in the lot pockets of fans alternated chants of “Ten Thousand” with the more typical “Dallas Sucks” (because Phillies fans love their Eagles too, right?) And the absolutely terrific server who worked our suite (and sneaked me a much needed cup of coffee!) told us she’d heard the game tickets might be worth something on ebay due to the loss, so if you collect these types of things, let me know!

**late edit- while my son insists the fan did reach over to grab the home run ball, apparently he was “escorted out” in an attempt to make a deal so Bourn could get his first ML home run ball back. **