I’m sure we’ve all heard this before. Someone random or even an acquaintance asking what makes you, you. It may be any variation or form of the aforementioned question, but it holds the weight of your lifetime in it’s punctuation.
If someone were to ask you this question today, what would the answer look like? What would the events of your past, accumulating to the present, show?
Would they show a hard worker, striving for success? Maybe even showing some milestone(s) of achievement?
Would it show a family oriented series of memories, leading up to the creation of your own unit? Would you be surrounded by people who you love and are loved by in return?
What’s your story?
What does it look like?
The best part of this story, the one you are currently starting in, is it isn’t finished yet.
We raise a toast
To you, my dear,
For every day
And every year
That we live without you.
Is what we keep
as you are far.
Will a day pass
That we forget
To raise a glass.
So, here’s one for you,
Oh, how we miss you.
Let me get you in a Christmas mood. Enjoy my selection of a perfect Christmas Playlist. No Christmas celebration is complete without it!
I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas
All I Want For Christmas Is You
Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree
Baby It’s Cold Outside
Joy To The World
It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
O Holy Night
O Come All Ye Faithful
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
Santa Clause Is Coming To Town
Little Drummer Boy
Jingle Bell Rock
Merry Christmas Baby
Do you Hear What I Hear
It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
I was Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
Up On The Housetop
Here Comes Santa Claus
O Little Town of Bethlehem
Holly Jolly Christmas
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Home For The Holidays
The First Noel
Twelve Days of Christmas
Deck The Halls
An Amazon Original Series
IMDB: Set in early 1960s Manhattan, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel is a 60-minute dramedy that centers on Miriam “Midge” Maisel, a sunny, energetic, sharp, Jewish girl who had her life mapped out for herself: go to college, find a husband, have kids, and throw the best Yom Kippur dinners in town. Soon enough, she finds herself exactly where she had hoped to be, living happily with her husband and two children in the Upper West Side. A woman of her time, Midge is a cheerleader wife to a man who dreams of a stand-up comedy career, but her perfect life is turned upside down when her husband suddenly leaves her for another woman. Completely unprepared, Midge is left with no choice but to reevaluate what to do with her life. When she accidentally stumbles onto the stage at a comedy club, she soon discovers her own comedic skills and decides to use this newfound talent to help her rebuild a different life for herself. The series will trace the trajectory of Midge’s journey as she goes on to pursue a career in the male-dominated, stand-up comedy profession, and transforms from uptown housewife to East Village club performer.
I am over the moon with this show thus far! I’m on episode seven, and I am in love with Rachel Brosnahan in this role! House of Cards just didn’t do her acting skills any justice. She sells the role of a witty housewife gone rogue and delivers it with a beautiful smile and a big middle finger. They couldn’t have cast the role any better, and I would bet she wins awards for this performance.
I don’t think I have laughed this hard at a series in a long time! Brosnahan’s interactions with all of the other characters including Tony Shalhoub and Alex Borstein leave me in tears.
“I still run this house, but from in here.”
“Who wouldn’t want to come home to this?”
I am binge watching this show for sure, and I’m already sad this season will be over soon. Hopefully Amazon puts in for a Season 2!
There are a few things in this world that I can handle. You want to call me names; I don’t care. I know who I am, so have fun making yourself look like the fool. You want to bash my writing, or my car, or my house and job, I hope it makes you feel better once you get it all out because it doesn’t affect my day to day. I can handle anything you want dish if it pertains specifically to me. You can run your mouth all day about me, and I won’t care.
If you dare to cross the line of talking about my daughter or how I am raising her, the choices I am making on her behalf, then, my friend, you have another thing coming.
I cannot handle someone attempting to tell me how I should raise my child. I will not let you take another breath following your first sentence to even continue the thought you might have had on how I am choosing to bring her up. What I say for my daughter, goes. Period. Your opinions do not matter. Know your place because it isn’t here.
On the other side of that token, I welcome advice because I’ve never raised a child before. I will gladly listen to genuine recommendations, and may even seek them from time to time. I have asked many mothers before for their knowledge on certain aspects of motherhood, and I have received the best guidance.
But when your advice turns into chastising and demeaning me as a mother, we most definitely will have a problem. Do not argue with me when it comes to the rules I have set for her. Do not undermine what I have said. Do not bring up my daughter’s name or my parenting skills in any conversation with negative words.
If you do, the only thing you will walk away with as the result of this discussion is a clear idea of what a mother bear looks like, and I will be damn proud of it.
I am finding myself more and more tired. It is taking a larger effort to get out of bed in the morning. I toss and turn no matter how long or little I have been sleeping. No matter how much time I sleep, it never seems enough. My mind races with the most random thoughts, none are coherent. I wake up looking like the walking dead.
Maybe it’s the time of year, less sunlight, more cold and dark. Maybe its my caffeine intake which I am eliminating starting today even though I have only been drinking one or two cups of coffee a day. Maybe its my sugar intake except I really haven’t eaten much of it recently, more simple carbs than chocolate. May need to cut back on bread/pasta, too. Exercise definitely needs to happen as there is slim to none in my life right now. Maybe that would make me good and tired.
All this being said, I really can’t pinpoint what is weighing on my heart and mind so heavily that sleep has become as elusive as the quest to find El Dorado. My foggy brain is hardly producing meaningful words let alone sentences.
The ultimate cure would be a lifelong vacation at the beach, but lady luck has yet to pull through with a winning lottery ticket thus far. I can only (hope to) dream.
I am absolutely in love with this wine right now. When I first saw it in the supermarket, I was actually looking for the Arbor Mist version of this flavor. Whenever I’m craving a sweet wine, my absolute go to had been Arbor Mist as their blends seem to be more sugary. Well, when I came upon the Arbor Mist bottle, the store had jacked up the price to $6 for a 750mL! Craziness! I enjoy this wine, but the greedy jerks were just taking advantage of their customers.
I kept looking, thinking I was going to go for a red Moscato instead when I happened upon the Wild Vines version. I was skeptical at first as seeing a bottle for $3.50 was low even for my standard, but I figured, what the hay!
Wild Vines Blackberry Merlot is meant to be served chilled, so I waited until the next evening to try the bouquet. The moment it hit my tongue I knew. It was my new favorite! The sweet tones of the blackberry married with the dark Merlot grapes gave it a bold taste, and unlike Arbor Mist, it wasn’t as sugary as I thought it would be with it’s subtle hint of bitterness.
I was in love! Still am, but guess what I happened upon at the grocery store this weekend when searching out my wine. They had rasied the price on this one, too! I don’t drink that much wine, maybe a bottle a month, so I can’t be the cause of the higher price due to my high demand!
Guess I may be back on the market for a new brand soon. Until then, I’ll enjoy my $5.99 Wild Vines Blackberry Merlot a bit longer.
It’s Black Friday, and if you are one of the brave souls who venture out on this infamously crazy day, more power to you. For me, this day has come to mean clean up!
My family and I are truly blessed with how amazing our family is, both blood and chosen. When we get together, a good time is had by all, and the feast is bountiful! Yesterday, for Thanksgiving, the story was tenfold. We all have so much to be thankful for, and I am so thankful for the full house of wonderful people, plentiful food, and beautiful memories made.
Moving on to today, it’s now time to clean it all up, and I seriously just want to sell my house. Forget it all, and move out of the mess! The next person can deal with it.
In reality, it’s really not that bad. Two loads into the dishwasher, a dozen wipes, vacuum, and mop later, my house is starting to look a bit more in order again.
Tomorrow, I am hopeful the true traditions will begin. Setting up the Christmas tree, decorating the house, making gingerbread houses; it’s time to start the Christmas traditions! And as I have said previously, I am overly excited for this year.
Dishwasher just dinged. Onto the next load. Someone send a search party if I don’t post in a few days! First place to look, in the sink, under the dishes!
I’ve become such a bleeding heart when it comes to children. I believe they deserve so much better than what they are given at times, and I wish I could help them all! My maternal insticts are so strong and kick in so hard whenever a situation includes children.
My husband and I were watching a movie the other day, and the child was treated poorly. It literally broke my heart! If you know me, you know I’m not much of a crier, but I bawled like a baby! Silly hormones! They are just so innocent, and if given a chance, they could accomplish so much.
People are so concerned with the adults in any given situation. Like, oh, Tom and June are getting divorced, or Mark and Mary are going through a hard time. If there are children involved, I think the conversation should look more like: are Timmy and Julie doing well with the divorce? Are Mikey and Missy getting enough to eat?
When did family values start to exclude the well-being of the child? And when did Hollywood start exploiting the subtraction of the total members of the family until? When did we stop noticing, or stop caring?
I hope true family values come back in style. These children are the future, and they deserve the best chance at making this world a better place.
I once wondered what it would be like to be you,
To travel the roads you have taken,
To have seen the world through your eyes.
I once considered what life meant to you,
In your endless adventures,
And your wild child ways.
I once thought how different you may be
If you saw it through my eyes,
But then you would have to be selfless,
And I’m not sure it is in you.