Did I mention that it was a gas station in Virginia ...also that they had Merlot, Pinots both Noir and Grigio and a nice Cabernet Sauvignon....individually portioned out in little glasses. Who is buying these ??? "Fill 'er up and may I see your wine list?"... Red with beef jerky right? I will get back to this whole issue later...I do have a point, not that they are selling "fancy" wines in a gas station isn't point enough!
Two things....1) I went on a little vacation with the Mr. and b) I turned 52 since my last blog. Oy....52 is such a big freaking number. At the school where I work, a friend of mine made me a little sign that the give the kindergartners on their birthday..."I'm 5 Today!" a big 5 on a string to wear around my neck...of course, mine had a little 2 next to it. Funny, real fucking funny.
One of the little kids said hey that's mixed up ...it should say 25.....I love that kid!!! Okay nice compliment I guess...but it was coming from kids who aren't really secure with their numbers yet....(question: what is 1 + 1 more? answer: kittens...not the sharpest group of 5 year olds). It is the equivalence of getting proofed at the grocery store when you buy beer. You feel kind of good until you look over and there is someone who looks like that Crypt Keeper fishing through her purse with her bony fingers to find her old ass ID as well.
It got me thinking 52/25 how different is it...Let's see when I was 25 I had one child and one on the way...so I was in Mommy Mode. I still kind of am in Mommy Mode...Grandmommy Mode even. Like now, I was working & busy all the time.. but I probably acted older at 25 than I do now.....I absolutely acted older than I do now.
Case in point: For our little spring break vacation we decided to take the train down to the Outer Banks and spend some time with friends in one of those big beautiful houses. We did that once before and it was really relaxing and nice. So off we went on a long-long-long train ride through most of the day and all of the night. I got to thinking...what's the Amtrak equivalence of the Mile High Club? That's a 25 year old thinking, right? I mentioned it to the Mr. and surprise surprise he was all for it...ALL FOR IT! "WOO WOO - complete with arm pumping like your blowing the train whistle" all for it! K, so we are on the same page with this.
We sat on the train for a while and just when it seemed like the perfect time...in come a huge family with about 25 kids . They were scattered all through the seats of this train.... in every nook and every cranny...where ever you looked there was a "Dugger"...all kind of homeschooly...all whiny...all complainy and their overbearing, somewhat judgmental mother ..total. mood. breaker! But I'm not letting those kids, that scary mom and her spindly little husband ruin my big idea. An idea that seemed much more realistic earlier in the romance novel/soft porn planning stage. That being said...
Let's check out the bathroom...tacky I know...but dammit I will not be a 52 year old AARP passenger on this train eating a butterscotch candy and reading a grown up home and garden magazine with my reader glasses...get the picture..so ALL ABOARD BITCHES!!!!
In the bathroom everything was wet... I mean everything and I'm not sure why, what or how but having used the bathroom on the train before...I have a pretty good idea. Think port-a potty and the people from Jackass . Not the most romantic nor sanitary place.
We change trains about 3 AM ...perfect ...we get on board and we don't have seats together doh!....So I doze off and when I awake we are surrounded by a what seems like a church gospel group ....doh! Sadly...Operation Hoo Hoo on the Choo Choo is aborted and I'm 52 again.
We get to the beach and it is glorious...we have a beautiful house with a deck right outside our bedroom with a porch swing and a ocean view...it is how the other half lives....the half that doesn't have 5 jobs between the two of them. We walked by the ocean and drank beers, ate crab legs and spent time with our friends when we wanted ...basically came and went as we pleased. Okay 52...not so bad....at 25 we were like the only one of our friends with kids and they would be doing the aforementioned activities while we was being mommy and daddy. Not a complaint...just a fact...a fact of my life.
So there it is- this is where I am and I guess I have to accept it and I am accepting it ...kicking and screaming all the way. The vacation, like all unrealistic things, comes to an end ...we head home and I think back to reality ...52!
But then we drove 14 hours straight to get home in time for me to catch the Springsteen concert ...I realized I am not growing up anytime soon -considering this was my 11th time seeing him. I sang and danced and screamed BRUUUCCEEE all on about 1 hour and 20 minutes of sleep.
...And that night when he sang one of my favorites "Thunder Road" that was me screaming the lyric.."so you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore"..."Show a little faith" Bruce says..."there's magic in the night"....There is magic in the night ! Maybe not the night we attempted to "do the locomotion" but maybe it was the night we drove home from a vacation and stopped at a Virginia gas station and noticed that they sell individual glasses of wine there. At 25 ...I may have missed the irony of that because of normal parental preoccupations...but at 52... I found it hilarious... Now the big question...how was the wine?...seriously...I'm immature, I'm not stupid...just sayin'
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
...it's all the stuff
This blog title comes from one of my favorite movies..."The Jerk". It's the movie where Steve Martin goes from "poor black child" to millionaire and then loses it all, but it's okay 'cause all he needs is his thermos...and that's all he needs...oh yeah and this table....Classic...The particular part I quoted was actually from his wife, Marie played by Bernadette Peters who (after they lose their fortune) says in her best Kewpie Doll voice..."it's not the money....it's all the stuff.
Sometimes I wonder how much "stuff" do people need? I have been thinking about money a lot ...more than usual that is. Usually I think of how much money I need.....how much do I need to: pay the bills, get out of debt, to afford a new whatever, go on vacation...or most of the time... to go grocery shopping. But these days I am thinking about money in a different way. How much do people need? I often wonder about billionaires and why am I not one....but really- how do they possible spend all the money they have. Are these the people that buy the solid gold bathroom fixtures or spend $25,000 on sunglasses? You can't possible spend that much money in a life time...can you? I mean those nauseating BRAVO housewives ( who don't seem to do anything resembling work) go bankrupt because of bad business deals but still continue to spend spend spend....it's all so hard to understand for someone who works 3 count 'em 3 jobs and sometimes only has $3.65 in her wallet.
Now the reason I have been thinking money is that one of my aforementioned jobs is in an elementary school. Anyone who has been watching these last few years has seen schools lose their funding. Schools have been force to make brutal cuts to make up the deficits cause by, in my opinion, bad decisions and good ol' American greed. These cuts have touched many people close to me...one very close....my own daughter had to give up on the thought of a teaching job a year or so ago. So sad...she was, and is still, an awesome teacher. A while back her math position was cut and then it was impossible to find another and since then things have gotten worse.....way worse!
Not only has staffing been cut, but programs...sports and music and art...across the boards- the programs that directly affect children. Some of the programs which were slashed are the very reasons that make certain kids want to go to school. Sometimes it's the only reason. So sad ...because out there...somewhere... "some one's being greedy" (say that in a playground sing songy voice please)......and you know who you are. The people making the rules are not the ones playing the game...they are not in the trenches so to speak.
I'm pretty sure these people are the one that get in to office and vote to give themselves pay raises as their first order of business...For real? How much more do you need for doing a job that you really, really wanted ...I mean you campaigned for it for God's sake.
I remember one time one of my insightful children made a great observation...."how come the people with the worst jobs get paid the least...? " Good point huh?....no one WANTS to change bedpans so shouldn't those people get paid more ...for incentive ...then athletes, actors and the like, ( the ones supposedly doing something they LOVE) getting paid ungodly amounts. It doesn't make sense, right?
Did you ever notice that those athletes actors and the like are the ones that get free shit -like fabulous gift bags full of things they can most certainly afford. So you just won the Super Bowl...oh that's not enough...here's a new car. SERIOUSLY??!!?? I'm sure the quarterback for the Giants isn't waiting around for a ride after the game because his wife has the car that day.
Money, Money, Money! it makes the warped world go 'round. Now don't get me wrong....I heart money....I have referred to myself as a "money whore"... more than once. In addition to school, I work at a restaurant. I initially started working there as a bold move to fend off the empty nest syndrome but now I would soooooo miss the money!!! But before you judge too harshly, please know...I have done and still do my share of giving back out of the goodness of my heart. (awwww) I mean...I'm not tithing or anything crazy like that....but I've volunteered my time and talents especially when my kids were younger and I fully expect to do the same for my grandson and future grand children. I think I have instilled a little bit of that sense of community and giving back to my kids. They are all pretty generous with their time and are always willing to help each other out financially when they can. I did give them allowances growing up ...but I also wanted them to know that somethings (like chores) you just do because you are helping someone out. Although, I remember my youngest slamming her $2 down on the kitchen table and said...it's not worth it ....and refused to clean up the living room. There's one in every family......
The "what's in it for me"syndrome runs wild these days....an ironic statement coming from someone who works for tips...(how badly do you want that hamburger?).
In school, when I am playing games with the kids (a lost art these days)...."what do I get if I win" is a question that is often asked and usually answered with..."you get to win!" Since when is winning not enough...I love winning!!! You get to say "I WIN".
In a business class I took waaaay back in college, I learned that being appreciated and told "thank you" was more meaningful than money. I do believe that and I also know my fortune is not found in my bank account. I think we need to start to appreciate the little things in life...like a kind word...a compliment... or some one bringing you a coffee or hearing "Gaga...I love you" or laughing so hard you cry (don't you just love that feeling). I think we can all do with a lot less "stuff". I know that I have an exceptional family that is loving and funny and precious. I have great, great friends and enough money to go around and you know what... that's all I need ...oh yeah and those awesome pink shoes I saw and that's all I need.... just sayin'.
Sometimes I wonder how much "stuff" do people need? I have been thinking about money a lot ...more than usual that is. Usually I think of how much money I need.....how much do I need to: pay the bills, get out of debt, to afford a new whatever, go on vacation...or most of the time... to go grocery shopping. But these days I am thinking about money in a different way. How much do people need? I often wonder about billionaires and why am I not one....but really- how do they possible spend all the money they have. Are these the people that buy the solid gold bathroom fixtures or spend $25,000 on sunglasses? You can't possible spend that much money in a life time...can you? I mean those nauseating BRAVO housewives ( who don't seem to do anything resembling work) go bankrupt because of bad business deals but still continue to spend spend spend....it's all so hard to understand for someone who works 3 count 'em 3 jobs and sometimes only has $3.65 in her wallet.
Now the reason I have been thinking money is that one of my aforementioned jobs is in an elementary school. Anyone who has been watching these last few years has seen schools lose their funding. Schools have been force to make brutal cuts to make up the deficits cause by, in my opinion, bad decisions and good ol' American greed. These cuts have touched many people close to me...one very close....my own daughter had to give up on the thought of a teaching job a year or so ago. So sad...she was, and is still, an awesome teacher. A while back her math position was cut and then it was impossible to find another and since then things have gotten worse.....way worse!
Not only has staffing been cut, but programs...sports and music and art...across the boards- the programs that directly affect children. Some of the programs which were slashed are the very reasons that make certain kids want to go to school. Sometimes it's the only reason. So sad ...because out there...somewhere... "some one's being greedy" (say that in a playground sing songy voice please)......and you know who you are. The people making the rules are not the ones playing the game...they are not in the trenches so to speak.
I'm pretty sure these people are the one that get in to office and vote to give themselves pay raises as their first order of business...For real? How much more do you need for doing a job that you really, really wanted ...I mean you campaigned for it for God's sake.
I remember one time one of my insightful children made a great observation...."how come the people with the worst jobs get paid the least...? " Good point huh?....no one WANTS to change bedpans so shouldn't those people get paid more ...for incentive ...then athletes, actors and the like, ( the ones supposedly doing something they LOVE) getting paid ungodly amounts. It doesn't make sense, right?
Did you ever notice that those athletes actors and the like are the ones that get free shit -like fabulous gift bags full of things they can most certainly afford. So you just won the Super Bowl...oh that's not enough...here's a new car. SERIOUSLY??!!?? I'm sure the quarterback for the Giants isn't waiting around for a ride after the game because his wife has the car that day.
Money, Money, Money! it makes the warped world go 'round. Now don't get me wrong....I heart money....I have referred to myself as a "money whore"... more than once. In addition to school, I work at a restaurant. I initially started working there as a bold move to fend off the empty nest syndrome but now I would soooooo miss the money!!! But before you judge too harshly, please know...I have done and still do my share of giving back out of the goodness of my heart. (awwww) I mean...I'm not tithing or anything crazy like that....but I've volunteered my time and talents especially when my kids were younger and I fully expect to do the same for my grandson and future grand children. I think I have instilled a little bit of that sense of community and giving back to my kids. They are all pretty generous with their time and are always willing to help each other out financially when they can. I did give them allowances growing up ...but I also wanted them to know that somethings (like chores) you just do because you are helping someone out. Although, I remember my youngest slamming her $2 down on the kitchen table and said...it's not worth it ....and refused to clean up the living room. There's one in every family......
The "what's in it for me"syndrome runs wild these days....an ironic statement coming from someone who works for tips...(how badly do you want that hamburger?).
In school, when I am playing games with the kids (a lost art these days)...."what do I get if I win" is a question that is often asked and usually answered with..."you get to win!" Since when is winning not enough...I love winning!!! You get to say "I WIN".
In a business class I took waaaay back in college, I learned that being appreciated and told "thank you" was more meaningful than money. I do believe that and I also know my fortune is not found in my bank account. I think we need to start to appreciate the little things in life...like a kind word...a compliment... or some one bringing you a coffee or hearing "Gaga...I love you" or laughing so hard you cry (don't you just love that feeling). I think we can all do with a lot less "stuff". I know that I have an exceptional family that is loving and funny and precious. I have great, great friends and enough money to go around and you know what... that's all I need ...oh yeah and those awesome pink shoes I saw and that's all I need.... just sayin'.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Looking for some inspiration in 2012
I was going to name this blog WTF 2012 but I am trying to watch my language even in the blogworld...wish me luck.
Here it is only 52 days in to 2012 and I am wondering what the what is happening? Now everything started out pretty okay...uneventful which at my age is a good thing...but then....some time in the middle of January ....boom....not BOOM....but boom.
It started with the big evergreen tree in front of our house falling down in a windstorm....didn't hit anything or hurt anyone, but it was unnerving and me with all my Italian-ness wondered ....what's next...this stuff happens in 3's.
Next was the week that I went to 4 doctors. None for me....but 4 in almost as many days.
My oldest daughter, who after 2 years of motherhood became a true mother when she ignored her ailments and kept on plugging away at life when she should have probably been on some big time meds. Doctor 1....I dragged her to clinic where she had all kids of "itises" and was put on some big time meds. Welcome to motherhood honey.....
Then I more or less tricked my father in to letting me take him to the doctor for his knees. My dad...the man who never took an aspirin in his life....who would roll his eyes at a "cut" that could have used a band aid...a stitch....a tourniquet.. is now walking with a cane and grimacing with every step.
Under the guise of me needing to pick up some films from the doctor (can't believe he bought that) I was able to drive him and mom (oh he's fine) to get his knee checked out once and for all....knowing that a knee replacement is in our future. Yes, OUR future...we are currently on our 4th second opinion....the man clearly does not want surgery...and he doesn't want some kid (me) telling him what to do....Doctor 2
When I was growing up, if someone got sick- my mom liked to trace it back to the source....so and so got you sick- I knew it.!! I would be afraid to cough some times because here's my mom figuring who's fault it was- tracing it back to some monkey in the jungle like in the movie Outbreak.. Well this time the little monkey was my grandson who seemed to get everyone sick (not his fault....ever) But eventually it was his turn for some meds....my poor lovey. Just a little ear infection and a runny nose ...Doctor 3
Now I was about to make some snarky post on Facebook about my doctor ordeals, but something held me back .....these things come in 3's I foolishly thought.....cue the ominous music. Boom...- I mean BOOM
My youngest daughter's little puppy got hit by a car. Now she is totally in love with this little pain in
the ass (whoops) dog and the night before it happened she was snuggling with him saying she can't
believe how much she loves him ...if this were a soap opera ( isn't it?) there would be a long, dramatic
camera shot on my face....looking fearfully into the lens..biting my clenched fist....aaaand commercial.
The next day, he ran out the door, down a busy street, and got clipped by a car that should have probably killed him....thankfully for my daughter it didn't ....
His little legs were broke ...broke.....broke in a way that required surgery ...Notice how many times I used the word BROKE ...pun intended! I usually have a policy on animals and vets....money IS
an object and I am never sure if the poor little things even feel better even though their owners do. But there is no price that can be put on the well being of my child. We had the means to fix her little love --- so we did it. (Animal) Doctor 4.
That was one week folks....one week ... and after that came the loss of a job ( my son's) more illness...unexpected bills...finding out the we are paying more taxes than Mitt Romney, work nonsense etc etc...It was then that I looked to the heavens and said ...Hey- what gives?
Now I used to be a church go-er....I made all my sacraments and made sure my kids did too. Every Sunday, for years and years I would sit- stand -kneel like a good little Catholic....but recently I stopped going as much for various reason. One day I sat -stood -knelt and realized I really don't agree with a lot of this stuff. Not so much the water and wine stuff....that's actually pretty cool - but the don't do this don't do that stuff that made me feel bad about myself.
I sin....like everyone else (maybe a little more than everyone) but I don't think leaving early to get my kid to her job or not giving enough money or using a contraceptive for instance makes me a bad person. I would leave feeling horrible about myself....the EXACT OPPOSITE of why you go to church.
Thankfully, I never lost my spirituality ....I still pray and believe in the higher power but lately I have had too many days where I sit and cry like Holly Hunter in Broadcast News. I have a great life ...it is....to quote Mary Poppins Practically Perfect in every way! But I need a little inspiration ....a little lift to get myself out of what has been called the Life Troth. (how do you say that word?)
As I watched my gorgeous brown eyed boy turn 2 this week and prepare for a weekend with my girls in NYC ....I see that there is hope for 2012....it had a rocky start. no doubt about it....but I think with a little help from above and some positive thinking I will see that hey it's only money and a little dog with a limp is kind of cute. There are jobs to be found, money to be made and spent...and my goofy family who is always there for each other no matter what...is all mine and wouldn't trade them...not all of them anyway...
I never like to use the phrase :it could be worse, because it could be better too. So off I march...in to March....looking to the skies to save me....looking for some inspiration...some crazy new avenue to take...a new recipe ...since food DOES make everything better...a new outlook and something new to believe in and hey it could be worse....I could be Mayan....just sayin
Here it is only 52 days in to 2012 and I am wondering what the what is happening? Now everything started out pretty okay...uneventful which at my age is a good thing...but then....some time in the middle of January ....boom....not BOOM....but boom.
It started with the big evergreen tree in front of our house falling down in a windstorm....didn't hit anything or hurt anyone, but it was unnerving and me with all my Italian-ness wondered ....what's next...this stuff happens in 3's.
Next was the week that I went to 4 doctors. None for me....but 4 in almost as many days.
My oldest daughter, who after 2 years of motherhood became a true mother when she ignored her ailments and kept on plugging away at life when she should have probably been on some big time meds. Doctor 1....I dragged her to clinic where she had all kids of "itises" and was put on some big time meds. Welcome to motherhood honey.....
Then I more or less tricked my father in to letting me take him to the doctor for his knees. My dad...the man who never took an aspirin in his life....who would roll his eyes at a "cut" that could have used a band aid...a stitch....a tourniquet.. is now walking with a cane and grimacing with every step.
Under the guise of me needing to pick up some films from the doctor (can't believe he bought that) I was able to drive him and mom (oh he's fine) to get his knee checked out once and for all....knowing that a knee replacement is in our future. Yes, OUR future...we are currently on our 4th second opinion....the man clearly does not want surgery...and he doesn't want some kid (me) telling him what to do....Doctor 2
When I was growing up, if someone got sick- my mom liked to trace it back to the source....so and so got you sick- I knew it.!! I would be afraid to cough some times because here's my mom figuring who's fault it was- tracing it back to some monkey in the jungle like in the movie Outbreak.. Well this time the little monkey was my grandson who seemed to get everyone sick (not his fault....ever) But eventually it was his turn for some meds....my poor lovey. Just a little ear infection and a runny nose ...Doctor 3
Now I was about to make some snarky post on Facebook about my doctor ordeals, but something held me back .....these things come in 3's I foolishly thought.....cue the ominous music. Boom...- I mean BOOM
My youngest daughter's little puppy got hit by a car. Now she is totally in love with this little pain in
the ass (whoops) dog and the night before it happened she was snuggling with him saying she can't
believe how much she loves him ...if this were a soap opera ( isn't it?) there would be a long, dramatic
camera shot on my face....looking fearfully into the lens..biting my clenched fist....aaaand commercial.
The next day, he ran out the door, down a busy street, and got clipped by a car that should have probably killed him....thankfully for my daughter it didn't ....
His little legs were broke ...broke.....broke in a way that required surgery ...Notice how many times I used the word BROKE ...pun intended! I usually have a policy on animals and vets....money IS
an object and I am never sure if the poor little things even feel better even though their owners do. But there is no price that can be put on the well being of my child. We had the means to fix her little love --- so we did it. (Animal) Doctor 4.
That was one week folks....one week ... and after that came the loss of a job ( my son's) more illness...unexpected bills...finding out the we are paying more taxes than Mitt Romney, work nonsense etc etc...It was then that I looked to the heavens and said ...Hey- what gives?
Now I used to be a church go-er....I made all my sacraments and made sure my kids did too. Every Sunday, for years and years I would sit- stand -kneel like a good little Catholic....but recently I stopped going as much for various reason. One day I sat -stood -knelt and realized I really don't agree with a lot of this stuff. Not so much the water and wine stuff....that's actually pretty cool - but the don't do this don't do that stuff that made me feel bad about myself.
I sin....like everyone else (maybe a little more than everyone) but I don't think leaving early to get my kid to her job or not giving enough money or using a contraceptive for instance makes me a bad person. I would leave feeling horrible about myself....the EXACT OPPOSITE of why you go to church.
Thankfully, I never lost my spirituality ....I still pray and believe in the higher power but lately I have had too many days where I sit and cry like Holly Hunter in Broadcast News. I have a great life ...it is....to quote Mary Poppins Practically Perfect in every way! But I need a little inspiration ....a little lift to get myself out of what has been called the Life Troth. (how do you say that word?)
As I watched my gorgeous brown eyed boy turn 2 this week and prepare for a weekend with my girls in NYC ....I see that there is hope for 2012....it had a rocky start. no doubt about it....but I think with a little help from above and some positive thinking I will see that hey it's only money and a little dog with a limp is kind of cute. There are jobs to be found, money to be made and spent...and my goofy family who is always there for each other no matter what...is all mine and wouldn't trade them...not all of them anyway...
I never like to use the phrase :it could be worse, because it could be better too. So off I march...in to March....looking to the skies to save me....looking for some inspiration...some crazy new avenue to take...a new recipe ...since food DOES make everything better...a new outlook and something new to believe in and hey it could be worse....I could be Mayan....just sayin
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Hi Cock Muffin
Okay..Now I that I got your attention...this is not a blog about my favorite pet names or a new line of pornographic pastries.
This is merely a quote from my adorable grandson. He was saying that he is about to enjoy a delicious chocolate muffin.
He has his own little language that only our family can decode. Well, most of our family and only some of the time.. We do have those.."what is he saying" moments or random text messages of "what does dee dee dah mean?" And we all know that "cock" means black or in food terms...chocolate. Now a friend of mine commented on how nice it is to greet your food before you eat it and I agree. (Hello AND Good bye New York Strip Steak and Lobster Tail). I sort of remember when I was younger taking a piece of warm bread and giving it a little kiss before eating it. That probably explains my love/hate relationship with carbs.
But I love the look on the face of the counter person when they ask "what kind do you want, honey" and he says "COCK". It's priceless. We are at the point where we are ..."duh, chocolate".
I am amazed at how much and how fast he is learning. I guess when you are a parent you are in the trenches and they learn - they grow and you are in the midst of it. But not when you are a grandparent....it is (like everything he does) truly amazing. I don't see my grandson for a day or two and he is speaking in full sentences. He is such a little character too...The other night he was staying over night and he clearly requested that I sing a Lady Gaga song for him so he can fall asleep. So I did...without the meat dress. He is growing up so fast and has very definite tastes. Music for instance...he is a big Green Day fan....but is not above the Best, Best, Best Peeeeeet song from Sesame Street.
And of course colors...that sweet little voice saying boo....geeeen...pah pur..weddooow and the ever popular Cock!
I guess I was always a fan of baby language and the way their baby minds work. Words like hoppadopper (helicopter) skilliers (my nephew's version of skewers) jump to mind.
They repeat or try to any way. My grandson is very good at the cadence of words and the melody of speech. He is pretty good at it.
Which also makes me, a gold medal, world class swearer,....kind of have to watch my filthy f****ing mouth. But this is nothing new. It goes back to his mom...my oldest. When she was a baby she spoke very early and come to think of it hasn't stopped since. She had a funny way of looking at things too.
I dressed her up for Halloween as Baby Miss Piggy when she was about 4 and she suggested that she carry Baby Kermit with her so people don't think she is just "another pig in a dress"...Classic!
A couple years before, we were driving down the street (driving is where I believe swearing was invented) and someone did something stupid and I said "watch it ass" and from the back car seat came "mommy, the word is asshole" Ahhh I stand corrected.
Now I really have tried to watch my big mouth in front of little ears and I always give up swearing for Lent. (which makes for a colorful Easter morning....find your f***ing baskets kids....not really). As my children grew up they knew what was appropriate language and when to use it. Like the word "sucks"...Sucks became almost acceptable our language. This all of a sudden happened in the years that my kids were growing up...it was in movies (like kid movies) and tv shows and books. Which, for lack of a better word, sucked because it was said all the time but not appropriate in my opinion for children to say. But my kids knew not to use it in any arena that would ultimately get them in trouble or more importantly make me look bad.
But there was this one time.....(surprised?) my youngest at about age 4 came home from playing at a friend's house. It was earlier than I expected but she assured me that her friend 's family were having an early dinner...hmmmm? Right on the heels of my little darling was the mom of the supposed early diners....She was kind of laughing and told me that she had to send her home because she was jumping on the bed (ok....not the best behavior -but being sent home seemed a bit little harsh) and oh yeah ,she was singing a little song that she obviously wrote called fuck shit....cuuuute. I apologized and since it was during Lent I assured her she didn't hear it from me ...recently. In the mean time my other two children scattered like rats on the Titanic. Embarrassed a little...Amused... a lot.
And I can't leave my son out of this ...he didn't curse ( or never got caught and I know he was behind that fuckshit song) but the innocent minds at work always made for great memories.
Our family went to African Lion Safari which is that thing where you drive your car through a zoo with out cages and monkeys tear of your car antennae and big cats lay around like they would in the jungle even though we are an hour out of Toronto, Canada....you get the picture. Well here we are driving around and in our window we see a gi-freaking-normous giraffe head...Holy shit! That's one big ass giraffe head is what I thought but did not say ( I was learning)...well my son looks at those huge giraffe eyes and says "it's a girl giraffe" because it had eye lashes....just as the words left his precious mouth...the giraffe raised its head and walk along side our car and there in our window we see gi-freaking-normous giraffe .......junk.... NOT a girl....if you get my drift or I could use my grandson's word for chocolate ...just sayin
This is merely a quote from my adorable grandson. He was saying that he is about to enjoy a delicious chocolate muffin.
He has his own little language that only our family can decode. Well, most of our family and only some of the time.. We do have those.."what is he saying" moments or random text messages of "what does dee dee dah mean?" And we all know that "cock" means black or in food terms...chocolate. Now a friend of mine commented on how nice it is to greet your food before you eat it and I agree. (Hello AND Good bye New York Strip Steak and Lobster Tail). I sort of remember when I was younger taking a piece of warm bread and giving it a little kiss before eating it. That probably explains my love/hate relationship with carbs.
But I love the look on the face of the counter person when they ask "what kind do you want, honey" and he says "COCK". It's priceless. We are at the point where we are ..."duh, chocolate".
I am amazed at how much and how fast he is learning. I guess when you are a parent you are in the trenches and they learn - they grow and you are in the midst of it. But not when you are a grandparent....it is (like everything he does) truly amazing. I don't see my grandson for a day or two and he is speaking in full sentences. He is such a little character too...The other night he was staying over night and he clearly requested that I sing a Lady Gaga song for him so he can fall asleep. So I did...without the meat dress. He is growing up so fast and has very definite tastes. Music for instance...he is a big Green Day fan....but is not above the Best, Best, Best Peeeeeet song from Sesame Street.
And of course colors...that sweet little voice saying boo....geeeen...pah pur..weddooow and the ever popular Cock!
I guess I was always a fan of baby language and the way their baby minds work. Words like hoppadopper (helicopter) skilliers (my nephew's version of skewers) jump to mind.
They repeat or try to any way. My grandson is very good at the cadence of words and the melody of speech. He is pretty good at it.
Which also makes me, a gold medal, world class swearer,....kind of have to watch my filthy f****ing mouth. But this is nothing new. It goes back to his mom...my oldest. When she was a baby she spoke very early and come to think of it hasn't stopped since. She had a funny way of looking at things too.
I dressed her up for Halloween as Baby Miss Piggy when she was about 4 and she suggested that she carry Baby Kermit with her so people don't think she is just "another pig in a dress"...Classic!
A couple years before, we were driving down the street (driving is where I believe swearing was invented) and someone did something stupid and I said "watch it ass" and from the back car seat came "mommy, the word is asshole" Ahhh I stand corrected.
Now I really have tried to watch my big mouth in front of little ears and I always give up swearing for Lent. (which makes for a colorful Easter morning....find your f***ing baskets kids....not really). As my children grew up they knew what was appropriate language and when to use it. Like the word "sucks"...Sucks became almost acceptable our language. This all of a sudden happened in the years that my kids were growing up...it was in movies (like kid movies) and tv shows and books. Which, for lack of a better word, sucked because it was said all the time but not appropriate in my opinion for children to say. But my kids knew not to use it in any arena that would ultimately get them in trouble or more importantly make me look bad.
But there was this one time.....(surprised?) my youngest at about age 4 came home from playing at a friend's house. It was earlier than I expected but she assured me that her friend 's family were having an early dinner...hmmmm? Right on the heels of my little darling was the mom of the supposed early diners....She was kind of laughing and told me that she had to send her home because she was jumping on the bed (ok....not the best behavior -but being sent home seemed a bit little harsh) and oh yeah ,she was singing a little song that she obviously wrote called fuck shit....cuuuute. I apologized and since it was during Lent I assured her she didn't hear it from me ...recently. In the mean time my other two children scattered like rats on the Titanic. Embarrassed a little...Amused... a lot.
And I can't leave my son out of this ...he didn't curse ( or never got caught and I know he was behind that fuckshit song) but the innocent minds at work always made for great memories.
Our family went to African Lion Safari which is that thing where you drive your car through a zoo with out cages and monkeys tear of your car antennae and big cats lay around like they would in the jungle even though we are an hour out of Toronto, Canada....you get the picture. Well here we are driving around and in our window we see a gi-freaking-normous giraffe head...Holy shit! That's one big ass giraffe head is what I thought but did not say ( I was learning)...well my son looks at those huge giraffe eyes and says "it's a girl giraffe" because it had eye lashes....just as the words left his precious mouth...the giraffe raised its head and walk along side our car and there in our window we see gi-freaking-normous giraffe .......junk.... NOT a girl....if you get my drift or I could use my grandson's word for chocolate ...just sayin
Friday, December 30, 2011
Let's Be Better!
So here it is New Year's Eve Eve...and I feel compelled to write my last blog of 2011. Even as I type I am wondering where am I going with this...and I am kind of thinking the same for the next year...where am I going with this?
Well let's take on the easy one first...what to blog blog blog about....the year in review perhaps? Yeah- like all years, 2011 had its ups and it had its downs but all in all it was a very good year ( I hope everyone sang that last part). Boy- did it go fast though. If this is how fast all the years are going to go by....I better concentrate on more than blogging!
This year was a year of some firsts....my sweet grandson's first birthday and he is even more so the shining light of my life.
With that same feeling in mind, I was so thrilled to see my sister enjoy the feeling of being a grandma as her daughter had a daughter. Even though no one warned me...I was happy to share with her the concept of the "new layer of worry" that comes with the totally overwhelming joy you feel as a grandparent! I feel it is my duty to warn grandmas-to-be (especially Italian ones) to expect a punch in the stomach.
I realized it myself when my daughter was in the labor room and I was in there for some support ( I wasn't there for the delivery ...I couldn't take that moment away from her and her husband...plus... a c-section..um... no thanks) While I was in her room, I was watching the beeps of the machines that I knew nothing about (but it also seemed the nurses were fumbling over the new computerized system too).......those beeps don't seem right to me...which one is the baby ...which one is hers...it was then I realized as I prayed ...that if anything happened...I mean ..that is MY baby having a baby...POOF- along with the birth of my grandson was the birth of the new layer of worry !!! Maybe you have to be Italian to get this paranoid way of thinking---my sister - she gets- I mean, she's my sister !
As life goes -there were some losses. A very dear friend, gone way too young... I miss him every day and will try to keep his memory alive with my theater kids...(by the way...2012 will be an AMAZING TECHNICOLOR year....yay! MJ directs a show blog part 2 coming this summer to a computer near you .....) But as I look back- yeah there was injury and illness...the good won..thank goodness!
Some Goodness of the year included
-playing Yatzee with my kids at our cottage ...all three ...in the same place for a whole night and the stand up surfing the next day and lauging until it hurt!
-securing a home for my summer show kids
-having those same kids come through for me and our town at a toy drive for the community center that houses us!
-my daughter graduating from college /low point - my idea of buying her an idiot dog as a gift...although Louie made a great Toto.
-of course my train trip with my sweet boy...that will be the highlight of many many years!
-walking around NYC with some of my favorite people in the world on a beautiful fall day
-the whole Christmas season....teaching a little boy Jingle Bells etc....decorating the (dont touch the tree) ...watching him open gifts...getting the ho ho whole idea of Santa but also singing Happy Birthday to Jesus (I wish there was a font to relate how he says Jesus because it is awesome!!)
And that brings us to New Years Eve Eve...and where am I going with this?
Resolutions? Nah..I break those before my head hits the pillow on New Years Day...No diets, no exercise routines...no trying not to swear so much ...WTF- I'll save that last one for Lent! So what's a girl (hah) to do to be a better person in 2012? No weight loss/diet regimen is going to do it...that's external...although there is a pair of jeans I would like to fit into again.....but let's concentrate on the inside. The person inside the those really, really, REALLY tight jeans- What can I do to be better... we all can be better in some way or another right? So let's do it....
Lets ALL be better!!! ...let's be considerate, let's take time for each other - let's not wait for someone else to call.... you call to make plans with friends...let's not be so money oriented...I learned this holiday that no amount of gifts or money spent can replace the look on Coop's face when he found M&M's in his stocking that Santa promised to bring him!
Let's be better! Let's make each other laugh...let's smile more and stop complaining so much...let's appreciate what we have and who we are. Let's be better- we can do it
...and let's not let the little things get to us...like those slow ass drivers who only speed up to make the light that you get caught at...or the people who call and call and call to remind you that your credit card payment is due in 2 weeks ....or incompetency on soooo many levels ..from doctors that don't call back when they say they will to the Tim Horton's people that don't get that black coffee means no cream and no sugar... or those FU**ING Kardashians...enough already with those no talents morons...hey so what.. I got a big ass too...just sayin...Happy New Year!!!!
Well let's take on the easy one first...what to blog blog blog about....the year in review perhaps? Yeah- like all years, 2011 had its ups and it had its downs but all in all it was a very good year ( I hope everyone sang that last part). Boy- did it go fast though. If this is how fast all the years are going to go by....I better concentrate on more than blogging!
This year was a year of some firsts....my sweet grandson's first birthday and he is even more so the shining light of my life.
With that same feeling in mind, I was so thrilled to see my sister enjoy the feeling of being a grandma as her daughter had a daughter. Even though no one warned me...I was happy to share with her the concept of the "new layer of worry" that comes with the totally overwhelming joy you feel as a grandparent! I feel it is my duty to warn grandmas-to-be (especially Italian ones) to expect a punch in the stomach.
I realized it myself when my daughter was in the labor room and I was in there for some support ( I wasn't there for the delivery ...I couldn't take that moment away from her and her husband...plus... a c-section..um... no thanks) While I was in her room, I was watching the beeps of the machines that I knew nothing about (but it also seemed the nurses were fumbling over the new computerized system too).......those beeps don't seem right to me...which one is the baby ...which one is hers...it was then I realized as I prayed ...that if anything happened...I mean ..that is MY baby having a baby...POOF- along with the birth of my grandson was the birth of the new layer of worry !!! Maybe you have to be Italian to get this paranoid way of thinking---my sister - she gets- I mean, she's my sister !
As life goes -there were some losses. A very dear friend, gone way too young... I miss him every day and will try to keep his memory alive with my theater kids...(by the way...2012 will be an AMAZING TECHNICOLOR year....yay! MJ directs a show blog part 2 coming this summer to a computer near you .....) But as I look back- yeah there was injury and illness...the good won..thank goodness!
Some Goodness of the year included
-playing Yatzee with my kids at our cottage ...all three ...in the same place for a whole night and the stand up surfing the next day and lauging until it hurt!
-securing a home for my summer show kids
-having those same kids come through for me and our town at a toy drive for the community center that houses us!
-my daughter graduating from college /low point - my idea of buying her an idiot dog as a gift...although Louie made a great Toto.
-of course my train trip with my sweet boy...that will be the highlight of many many years!
-walking around NYC with some of my favorite people in the world on a beautiful fall day
-the whole Christmas season....teaching a little boy Jingle Bells etc....decorating the (dont touch the tree) ...watching him open gifts...getting the ho ho whole idea of Santa but also singing Happy Birthday to Jesus (I wish there was a font to relate how he says Jesus because it is awesome!!)
And that brings us to New Years Eve Eve...and where am I going with this?
Resolutions? Nah..I break those before my head hits the pillow on New Years Day...No diets, no exercise routines...no trying not to swear so much ...WTF- I'll save that last one for Lent! So what's a girl (hah) to do to be a better person in 2012? No weight loss/diet regimen is going to do it...that's external...although there is a pair of jeans I would like to fit into again.....but let's concentrate on the inside. The person inside the those really, really, REALLY tight jeans- What can I do to be better... we all can be better in some way or another right? So let's do it....
Lets ALL be better!!! ...let's be considerate, let's take time for each other - let's not wait for someone else to call.... you call to make plans with friends...let's not be so money oriented...I learned this holiday that no amount of gifts or money spent can replace the look on Coop's face when he found M&M's in his stocking that Santa promised to bring him!
Let's be better! Let's make each other laugh...let's smile more and stop complaining so much...let's appreciate what we have and who we are. Let's be better- we can do it
...and let's not let the little things get to us...like those slow ass drivers who only speed up to make the light that you get caught at...or the people who call and call and call to remind you that your credit card payment is due in 2 weeks ....or incompetency on soooo many levels ..from doctors that don't call back when they say they will to the Tim Horton's people that don't get that black coffee means no cream and no sugar... or those FU**ING Kardashians...enough already with those no talents morons...hey so what.. I got a big ass too...just sayin...Happy New Year!!!!
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Buses, Trains and Automobiles
So I traveled across the state with a 20 month old and lived to blog about it! I loved every minute of if...well almost every minute. Before I get too detailed about this little adventure, let me just say there are two kind of people in this world. People who appreciate children ....and everyone else. Now let it be clear that I have most definitely asked hostesses in restaurants to move me to a different table if I am seated near children. That doesn't put me in Column B...the everyone else column.... I like children, I work with children and have for 17 years. I never planned to, my degree in communications and public relations was never put to actual use because of my own children...but life happens and everything happens for a reason. (Apparently the reason is I can make less money working in a school than I can in an ad firm.) But what ever....there are two kinds of people but I guess Column A can be broken up even further...1. Loves kids and 2. Loves WELL BEHAVED kids...which is why I usually ask to have my seat moved. That being said, my little companion falls in the "well behaved" group...for real...not grandma real either.
On to the trip. The reason for the trip in the first place, was to take my grandson to Albany to see his mom who was there on business and then the three of us to travel for a side trip to NYC.
The first leg of the trip is all me!
We walked in to the train station in Buffalo to begin our adventure. He was so excited...woo woo (-along with the arm pump )..let's wait for the train. We were greeted with some genuine smiles and some "oh shit is that kid going to be on the train with me?" smiles. Speaking of shit...he did ...in the train station. Which by the way Amtrak is in Column B. No kid friendly rest rooms.....no place to really change the "I'm so excited to go this train ride" dump he took. But we managed and the people with the nice smiles immediately moved over to the "oh shit" group...literally
So freshly diapered...we boarded the train. We luckily got a seat with tons of space around us to accommodate the equipment one needs for traveling with a grandchild. A portable DVD player ...a necessity ! To an adult ...a luxury,when traveling with a toddler...a NECESSITY! A Yo Gabba Gabba sleeping bag...a bag full Barney DVD's (sorry every other passenger) supply of juice boxes, healthy snacks from mom and grandma specific snacks like cheese balls and m&m cookies and then of course a suit case of 5 days worth of clothes (and shoes).
All aboard...and he was awesome....even with an hour delay our 7 hour train trip was a successful one. We ate, we watched dvd's and listened to a loop of his 5 favorite songs (again, sorry every other passenger)and then he slept. I am so proud of him for sleeping and proud of myself for not. Imagine: sitting on a nice warm train...the motion of the rails...no interruptions or distractions...and I can't believe I stayed awake. I sit down for five minutes at home and I'm out like a light, hell, I'm dosing as I write this...but some how I stayed awake...(Grand)Mother Bear instinct I guess!
Now the moment of truth...the two kinds of people....The train is pulling into the Albany Station. As I gather up all the above mentioned paraphernalia and I keep my eye on this perfect little boy who has kind of turned into a ticking time bomb....he can blow at any minute..."all done" train! While I hike my bags on my shoulders and scoop up my companion....people have already invaded our space to get off the train first....Adults!!!!!! these are...ADULTS!!!...pushing their way to get to the door. I am reminded of school when these kids die to be first in line..."I'm the line leader" I envisioned this middle aged man with one small bag saying as he CUT ME !!! I have to say one nice Cloumn A man offered to help me but at this point I was balanced like a Jenga game and one false move and game over.
So off the train to hail a cab in the rain of course....me and my boy off to see Momma or as I see my lovely daughter: another set of hands and eyes to watch him so I CAN PEE!!!!
A day and half in an Albany hotel in the middle of nowhere was a challenge but we had enough nonsense to keep us busy....and that 3 hour nap (we both took this time) was priceless so ...with Mom along we were off to the big city.
This leg of the trip involves a cab- a train -a cab -a bus -and a car....all in one afternoon/evening. Though we had another companion (set of hands/set of eyes) with her came a fold up stroller and the biggest suitcase I have ever seen. I still include the fact that it had wheels on it in my nightly prayers. God Bless my family and friends and thank you for the wheels on that suitcase....Amen.
So my best friend in the world met us at Penn Station....my best friend who I saw as another set of arms... escorted us to the clusterf*ck that is NewYork City in front of Penn Station on a Friday evening.....We ignored the cop "suggestion" that we stay on the curb and wait in the taxi line....and hijacked a cab as some one jumped out we jumped in...and by jumped I mean loading all our crap into the trunk in the rain ( it wasn't really raining..I just threw that in)
From the cab we jump out ...and by jump( see previous sentence) and walk to catch the bus. On that little trek, a bag with some "necessities" rips and spill on to the streets.
Someone...an angel, I believe, or at the very least..some one in Column A stopped and gave us one of her plastic shopping bags.. I Heart NY!!!
So to Port Authority to get on a bus...by the way, the wheels on the bus go round and round. This is where we meet the president of Column B, the "I see people with kids and suitcases everyday"guy ...who scolded me for trying to get that giant suitcase on the bus and again for going the wrong way to have that giant suitcase put in the storage area. So-rry buddy....did you meet the nice lady on the street with the plastic bags. So the wheels on the bus went round and round ....for an hour straight...We get off the bus and here is the conversation:
Me: I have a bag under the bus in storage
Bus Nazi: (disgusted)Oh yeah and you know what ...you never gave me your ticket
Me: You never asked me for it
Bus Nazi: Where's your ticket?
Me: In my pocket....
Bus Nazi: I shouldn't even give you your bag...no didn't give me a ticket
Me: I don't give a shit...it's my not my bag anyway...it's my daughter's
Bus Nazi: <trying not to laugh>
Me: Look Dude...I'm a grandmother and I have been traveling for 3 days with a 20 month old....bring it bitch....(I didn't say that last part ...but how cool if I did) Here's my ticket...
Bus (not so much like a )Nazi: smiles and laughs and says have a good night.
And with that we spent the next couple days with our friends and family in the city and in New Jersey and had a wonderful "did everything we wanted to"time. I have to say one of the best times I ever had. I was kind of "held captive" with this spectacular little toddler and loved every exhausting minute of it. Some people thought I was crazy to take this on ...but when has that ever stopped me. This trip was one that I will always remember as one of my best ideas and I hope some way, some how he will have a little glimpse of a memory of when he and his "Ga" went on an excellent adventure! After 5 days we are back in Buffalo with all our shit..and....shit happened -again in the Buffalo Amtrack Station...full circle...just sayin.
On to the trip. The reason for the trip in the first place, was to take my grandson to Albany to see his mom who was there on business and then the three of us to travel for a side trip to NYC.
The first leg of the trip is all me!
We walked in to the train station in Buffalo to begin our adventure. He was so excited...woo woo (-along with the arm pump )..let's wait for the train. We were greeted with some genuine smiles and some "oh shit is that kid going to be on the train with me?" smiles. Speaking of shit...he did ...in the train station. Which by the way Amtrak is in Column B. No kid friendly rest rooms.....no place to really change the "I'm so excited to go this train ride" dump he took. But we managed and the people with the nice smiles immediately moved over to the "oh shit" group...literally
So freshly diapered...we boarded the train. We luckily got a seat with tons of space around us to accommodate the equipment one needs for traveling with a grandchild. A portable DVD player ...a necessity ! To an adult ...a luxury,when traveling with a toddler...a NECESSITY! A Yo Gabba Gabba sleeping bag...a bag full Barney DVD's (sorry every other passenger) supply of juice boxes, healthy snacks from mom and grandma specific snacks like cheese balls and m&m cookies and then of course a suit case of 5 days worth of clothes (and shoes).
All aboard...and he was awesome....even with an hour delay our 7 hour train trip was a successful one. We ate, we watched dvd's and listened to a loop of his 5 favorite songs (again, sorry every other passenger)and then he slept. I am so proud of him for sleeping and proud of myself for not. Imagine: sitting on a nice warm train...the motion of the rails...no interruptions or distractions...and I can't believe I stayed awake. I sit down for five minutes at home and I'm out like a light, hell, I'm dosing as I write this...but some how I stayed awake...(Grand)Mother Bear instinct I guess!
Now the moment of truth...the two kinds of people....The train is pulling into the Albany Station. As I gather up all the above mentioned paraphernalia and I keep my eye on this perfect little boy who has kind of turned into a ticking time bomb....he can blow at any minute..."all done" train! While I hike my bags on my shoulders and scoop up my companion....people have already invaded our space to get off the train first....Adults!!!!!! these are...ADULTS!!!...pushing their way to get to the door. I am reminded of school when these kids die to be first in line..."I'm the line leader" I envisioned this middle aged man with one small bag saying as he CUT ME !!! I have to say one nice Cloumn A man offered to help me but at this point I was balanced like a Jenga game and one false move and game over.
So off the train to hail a cab in the rain of course....me and my boy off to see Momma or as I see my lovely daughter: another set of hands and eyes to watch him so I CAN PEE!!!!
A day and half in an Albany hotel in the middle of nowhere was a challenge but we had enough nonsense to keep us busy....and that 3 hour nap (we both took this time) was priceless so ...with Mom along we were off to the big city.
This leg of the trip involves a cab- a train -a cab -a bus -and a car....all in one afternoon/evening. Though we had another companion (set of hands/set of eyes) with her came a fold up stroller and the biggest suitcase I have ever seen. I still include the fact that it had wheels on it in my nightly prayers. God Bless my family and friends and thank you for the wheels on that suitcase....Amen.
So my best friend in the world met us at Penn Station....my best friend who I saw as another set of arms... escorted us to the clusterf*ck that is NewYork City in front of Penn Station on a Friday evening.....We ignored the cop "suggestion" that we stay on the curb and wait in the taxi line....and hijacked a cab as some one jumped out we jumped in...and by jumped I mean loading all our crap into the trunk in the rain ( it wasn't really raining..I just threw that in)
From the cab we jump out ...and by jump( see previous sentence) and walk to catch the bus. On that little trek, a bag with some "necessities" rips and spill on to the streets.
Someone...an angel, I believe, or at the very least..some one in Column A stopped and gave us one of her plastic shopping bags.. I Heart NY!!!
So to Port Authority to get on a bus...by the way, the wheels on the bus go round and round. This is where we meet the president of Column B, the "I see people with kids and suitcases everyday"guy ...who scolded me for trying to get that giant suitcase on the bus and again for going the wrong way to have that giant suitcase put in the storage area. So-rry buddy....did you meet the nice lady on the street with the plastic bags. So the wheels on the bus went round and round ....for an hour straight...We get off the bus and here is the conversation:
Me: I have a bag under the bus in storage
Bus Nazi: (disgusted)Oh yeah and you know what ...you never gave me your ticket
Me: You never asked me for it
Bus Nazi: Where's your ticket?
Me: In my pocket....
Bus Nazi: I shouldn't even give you your bag...no didn't give me a ticket
Me: I don't give a shit...it's my not my bag anyway...it's my daughter's
Bus Nazi: <trying not to laugh>
Me: Look Dude...I'm a grandmother and I have been traveling for 3 days with a 20 month old....bring it bitch....(I didn't say that last part ...but how cool if I did) Here's my ticket...
Bus (not so much like a )Nazi: smiles and laughs and says have a good night.
And with that we spent the next couple days with our friends and family in the city and in New Jersey and had a wonderful "did everything we wanted to"time. I have to say one of the best times I ever had. I was kind of "held captive" with this spectacular little toddler and loved every exhausting minute of it. Some people thought I was crazy to take this on ...but when has that ever stopped me. This trip was one that I will always remember as one of my best ideas and I hope some way, some how he will have a little glimpse of a memory of when he and his "Ga" went on an excellent adventure! After 5 days we are back in Buffalo with all our shit..and....shit happened -again in the Buffalo Amtrack Station...full circle...just sayin.
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