Sunday, January 25, 2015

it does not matter how slowly you go

It has been a while since I shared pictures of our most beautiful amaryllis.  The six white flowers are simply gorgeous.  The flowers took sometime to grow, but everyday they did, even if it was just a little.  They reminded me that we all most grow, move on, and let ourselves be able to let go of what it is that holds us in a place where we are stagnant, and never bloom.

Thank you Roberta for such a wonderful gift.

I am hoping that I will be able to get the tulips that I had last year.  They were so bright and cheerful.

I want to say that it has been cold, a little too cold for my liking.  I was looking at pictures of last winter and the one upside that I can see is that we have not had anywhere near as much snow as we did last year.  I believe that we had snow at least once a week.  Well I really should have not really said anything because we got dumped on Saturday.  It was not all that much but it was mighty heavy.  I only went outside for a little bit, then hightailed it right back in.

I am not looking forward to what is on it's way here.  We are supposed to have a severe snowstorm on Monday and Tuesday.  I have bologna, milk, and eggs so we are good.  I was thinking that I would like to make a cake. 

as long as you don't stop

Friday, January 16, 2015

tidings of a time past

I was looking at Google Plus, something I do almost everyday, I enjoy my blogs and I love to read others.  I have even joined a few communities.  I enjoy what people write, cook, and take pictures of.  There are a whole bunch of people out there that do some of the very things that I do. 

The other evening I was perusing "my google plus home page" and I came across this picture.
I know that most everyone has a memory of this place, I thought about all the time I had spent at the WTC.  I was born and raised in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn in the shadow of the Verrazano Bridge, really underneath it is where I spent most of my teenage years.  We road the subways and buses unafraid because we were safe, there was nothing for us to fear, and that is when New York was not such a nice place.  I had a friend that was tall, willowy, blonde, and beautiful the total opposite of me with the exception of being blonde.  Her name is Kathy.  I have not seen her in over 30 years, but we had lots of fun in NYC.  Kathy had two older brothers, goodness were they all good looking, in the All American Christie Brinkley/Ralph Lauren way.  She and I would go to the top of the Twin Towers at least once a week, we never called them WTC, they were always the Twin Towers.  It was a blast looking down to the street at the cabs and people, you could see for miles and miles.  I swear you could see the curvature of the earth.  It was a sight to behold, it was truly magnificent. There was always talk of what would happen if you dropped a penny from the top.  The Empire State was ok, you could see, but nothing like the Towers.

Kathy and I went our separate ways, she off to school, and me, I stayed and went to school in NYC.  I often went downtown to the Towers to go shopping, I went to a head hunter whose office was in one of the building.  I even interviewed at a couple of offices in them.  I never did get employment there but just a few blocks away, I did find a job.

When I saw this picture and many others. I find myself thinking about my friend and her very handsome brothers.  Then I remember that while I am filled with warm and fuzzy memories, she is not, for you see the oldest of her most handsome siblings died when the Towers came down. 

I knew others that perished, kids I grew up with, even a couple we went to camp with, and I know a guy that was there both times the buildings were attacked and came out alive, he is blessed, truly.

It saddens me to think that a place that brought me the sweet memories, caused so much heartache for others. 

Maybe we were never that safe....

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

a little share

Each and every morning, no matter what I am going to do, I put on face cream, eye cream, and lip cream.  I have had this ritual for as long as I can remember.  It is usually followed by putting on make up, not much, eyeliner, mascara, and of course, lipstick.  I will change brands if I hear about something new, but pretty much stick with Lancome.  The one item that never, ever, ever changes is my lipstick.  I only use one, Lancome.  I love it.  I call it my 65 MPH lipstick, it is a liner and pencil in one.  I put it on and it stays on.  Mauvelle is my color and that is that.

I do sometimes put on a lipstick on top to brighten and it is always, La Rouge in an almost matte finish in Jezebel or a very similar color, I can go with just the Le Lipstique.  I don't particularly care for the feeling of greasy lips and I have issues with the smell of certain brands, yeah, I got issues.  It is the best hands down.  I am going to be in a pickle when the discontinue it, but I do have it stockpiled.

that is me

Sunday, January 11, 2015

fluffy and warm

When Andrew, Dylan, and Gabriella were small they had matching outfits.  One of my all time favorites were the polar fleece jackets and hats.  The boys had jackets and Gabriella had a one piece suit.  The outside was a black/white buffalo check with royal blue on the inside for Dylan and Andrew, and Gabriella's was hot pink.  They all had the interior color as fringe on the outside.  They were the cutest ever.  Mor always made them sweater/hat/mittens all to match each other, so they never really had a problem matching each other.  I got to find the pictures.

I was channeling the warm and fuzzy memories while we went shopping for fleece.  Gabriella has my Mom's talent for crafts, it must have skipped me.  She wanted to make a blanket.  I went a little nutty.  Needless to say she made a few.  I am loving them all.

all fluffy and warm.......