Apr 182014

Last year during the kids April vacation from school, we packed up and jetted off to San Diego for the week.  It was kind of a spur of the moment trip for us and by spur of the moment I mean the we only booked it about six weeks before we left.  I am a planner and for me, that was very last minute.  My sister in law, brother in law and adorable nephew live in San Diego, and since we don’t see them as much as we wish we did, we thought we’d go to them for a visit.

We left on a Friday and I surprised the kids, who knew nothing about the trip, by picking them up from school early.  Chris & I took them to lunch and told them that we were going to California.  They had never been to CA before, so to say they were excited was a total understatement.

I made the decision beforehand not to bring my laptop with me on the trip.  We had some major things planned for the week (Disney Land, the San Diego Zoo and Sea World to name a few), not to mention that I wanted to spend as much time with my in-laws as possible, so I figured I wouldn’t have much time to keep up with things on my end – hence my decision to leave my laptop home.

What I did was line up a bunch of guest posts for my blog before I left, so that way things wouldn’t go unattended for an entire week.  I got some great posts in and was really excited to share them with my readers.  The first two days, the posts went up without a hitch, but on the third day something horrible happened. Continue reading »

Oct 122013

As you already know, my sister is getting married today, so I’ll be tied up with wedding preparations and then the actual wedding ceremony & reception all day.  In honor of my baby sister’s big day, let me tell you about a funny thing that happened to her a couple of years back.

Let me set the scene.

My sister had a great apartment in East Boston, which was located right near the beach. Constitution Beach to be exact. It’s a pretty nice beach and we visited her to go to the beach several times. Besides the actual beach itself, there is a cool playground there for the kiddos and the best part was that my sister literally lived right up the street, so we could walk there (although there is free parking, too). My boys enjoyed that beach because it’s right across the harbor from Logan (airport) and we’d watch the planes taking off/landing.  Plus there was also a T station right behind the beach, so we’d watch the red line trains go by. It’s pretty much every boys dream to go there. Digging in the sand, playing on the playground, planes and trains. She moved out of that apartment a few years ago & we haven’t been back to that beach since she left. Continue reading »

Sep 202013

Mine that is.

I was having a conversation with someone recently about all the toys that I had growing up and one thing lead to another and I ended up thinking about cute boys that I liked when I was a teenager.  Back in the day I was completely boy crazy and I’m pretty sure I had a different crush every week.  I used to beg my parents to take me to Osco (remember Osco??)  every week so that I could get the most current edition of Tiger Beat magazine so that I would have the most current posters of the boys I liked.   My walls used to be covered in pictures of cute boys.

So as a special treat, today I’ve decided to list my top five teen crushes (and yes, I am totally dating myself here).   They’re in no particular order by the way.

1. Matt Dillon.  I remember seeing him in The Outsiders and bam – I was in love.  Man, he looked gooood back then. Still does.


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Aug 162013

Just six short years ago my youngest (and last) baby boy was born. Oh, how the time flies, doesn’t it?  Thirteen days ago (August 3rd), I shared the birth story of my oldest son and now it’s time to share the story of my second (and to reiterate, LAST) son’s birth story.

Shortly after my older son turned two, I decided that it was the perfect time for him to have a baby sister or brother.  So in January of 2006, my now ex husband and I started trying. Since I got pregnant with my oldest on the first try, I assumed that would happen the second time. WRONG. It took 11 months to get pregnant…which, if you’re doing your math correctly = November. I personally know women who go through years of fertility struggles and my 11 months pales in comparison to their stories, but at the time I concerned that there may be an issue.

The thing was, my ex and I weren’t getting along so well anymore.  He was working his ass off to support us (side note – I was still working full time at that point), so in addition to the fact that we had a toddler and hardly saw each other as it was, he made some bad financial decisions and things were really on the fritz with our relationship. Honestly, just mustering up the desire to “try” was hard enough, but to have to go through it for 11 (long) months was almost torture…..especially since I had this sinking feeling that he’d leave me after I had the baby (which he did). Continue reading »

Aug 032013

Today my first baby turns nine years old (NINE??!!) and I can hardly believe it. No lie, it feels like it was just yesterday that I was bringing him home from the hospital.

It all started in October of 2003, when baby fever hit me….and it hit me HARD. Before that, I had absolutely no interest in having kids, but when I suddenly changed my mind and told my husband (now my EX-husband) that I wanted a baby and he was totally on board.  So we got to it. Next month when I missed my period (I am very regular) I knew I was “knocked up”! It was November at that point and we wanted to wait until Christmas to surprise our parents with the news. I am NOT good at keeping secrets, especially something major like that, so it was a tough month, but I managed to keep quiet and both our sets of parents were THRILLED.

I had an awesome pregnancy. I had no morning sickness at all, and other than the fact that I was just a little tired during my first trimester (and again at the end of the pregnancy), everything went really smoothly. I worked full time back then, so that probably contributed majorly to the fact that I was tired a lot. Other than that, when I was pregnant with him, it was the best I’d ever felt in my entire life. Continue reading »

Jul 282013

I’m generally not an adventurous type of person and I’d probably say that skiing is usually about as adventurous as I get. I prefer to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground if you know what I mean. I’ve never rock climbed, bungee jumped, white water rafted, sky dived, etc.

I’ve always been “cautious” as long as I can remember. I’m not afraid of heights. Really, I’m not. What I’m afraid of is falling to my death, which is why I wouldn’t sky dive, bungee jump, go rock climbing, or even go on a roller coaster.  Not for all the money on earth.

Anyways, let me tell you about the most adventurous thing I’ve ever done.   The year was 2002 and I had gone on a cruise with my ex husband to celebrate our one year anniversary.   The cruise was absolutely amazing and we stopped at three islands during the trip:  St. Thomas, St. Maarten and one of the islands in the Bahamas.  Before we ever left for the cruise, we planned out our excursions, one of them being jet Skiing in St Maarten.

jet ski

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Dec 092011

If there’s one question that I get asked more than any other, it’s “How did you meet your husband, Chris”?

Let me give you a little backstory first, though. 

I had my second son on August 16, 2007 and he was delivered by c-section.  I had several complications from the surgery and thanks to a visiting nurse who came to my house daily and a second surgical procedure, I was finally back to my old self about thirteen weeks after I had my son.  Thirteen weeks!! It was a very long recovery and my ex-husband was such a douche anything but supportive and helpful during the time I was out of commission.  Within a week or two of getting back on my feet, my husband left.  Like as in moved out.  We both mutually agreed that it wasn’t working out with us and it was for the best that we each go our seperate ways. That was in November of 2007.

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Dec 082011

Back in the good old days – before I had kids, I had a “real” job.  And before you get your panties all into a bunch, when I say “real” job, I simply mean outside of the home and in no way, shape or form am I discounting the demands of being a SAHM.   But……BC (before children) I had a career and I was good at what I did.   In case you’re the least bit curious, I worked in stocks.  As in the stock market not stocking shelves.

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Nov 302011

The other day, my husband asked me what my favorite Christmas gift of all time was and without hesitation I answered him…..

I still remember it like it was yesterday.  The year was 1983 and I was eight years old (man, I’m getting old).  There was only one thing on every little girl’s Christmas list that year and it was a Cabbage Patch Kid.  If you were alive during the Cabbage Patch craze, you know that it was near impossible to get one when they first came out.  Those things were flying off the shelves as fast as the stores put them out and I swear there were some crazy parents featured on the news every night for fighting other parents to get their hands on one.

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Mar 102011

I’ll never forget the time I found out that there was no such thing as Santa.  It’s a moment frozen in time for me and I can still remember exactly how I felt when I heard the devastating news.

The year was 1984 and I was in the 4th grade at Parkview Elementary School.  I was playing with my friends at recess outside at some point during the month of November when somehow we got onto the topic of Christmas and Santa.  I’d been telling my friends about a Cabbage Patch Kid (yes, I totally just dated myself there) that I was hoping Santa would bring me. 

My so-called friend Shawna Hurley looked me dead in the eye and said “you know there is no such thing as santa, right.  It’s really your mom”.  Everything after that was a blur.  I was horrified, sad, disappointed and I remember feeling embarrassed that I seemed to be the last one to know.  It was just like one of those moments like you see on tv where I was left standing there while everything in the background and all the people in it just sort of faded away.  

I was a walker to and from school and the school was literally right up the street from my house, so I ran home that day and as much as I was hoping that it wasn’t true, my mom sadly confirmed that it was.  She swore me to secrecy because my sister & brother were younger and still believed.  I think she tried to make me feel better by trying to convince me that sharing this secret was somehow special, but I wasn’t buying it.

Now my children are experiencing the magic and I just hope that some rotten 4th grader doesn’t burst their bubble like Shawna did to me.

It’s funny, because I saw her at our 10 year reunion and and after talking to her for a few minutes, I told her she was the one that ruined Christmas for me and she gave me the exact same look as she did back when we were in the 4th grade.  She looked at me like I was completely off my rocker.

Oh, and for the record….I got the Cabbage Patch Doll that I wanted that year.  His name was Wade Xavier and I’m really not sure why I remember that.

Were any of you guys as crushed as I was when you found out that there was no Santa?