Well it's here again, St. Valentine's Day or as some say Valentimes Day...UGH! I won't go off on a tangent this early in my writing for the day. Let's just say HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY and leave it at that!
Okay so the point of this entry is to give you a feel of who I am and how I have evolved. It's an insight into the women I am today...are you ready?
When I was younger I LOVED Valentines Day and all it stood for...I could swoon over the boy I liked because it was a day for love. You gave and received cards from all your classmates and secret admirers. Girls giggled, boys ran...girls cringed, boys kissed and ran, boy I miss those days.
When I was a teenager, Valentines Day was for holding hands and receiving single roses. Stolen kisses by your locker in between classes and hot make out sessions in your boyfriends car after school. It was sharing a pizza for your "date" and feeling like the luckiest girl on the planet.
When I was a young adult I HATED Valentines Day. I felt it was a suckers excuse to make boat loads of money off of poor people who felt it was important to show that special someone they loved them. It is, for all intents a purposes, a Hallmark holiday. I always felt that paying $100 for a dozen roses, $50 for chocolate and having to sit down to a meal that was "set" was a lousy way to show someone you loved them. What happened to a card? Pizza? Stolen kisses and hand holding? Why had it become a money sucking holiday?
So now I am a wise middle age women who likes the day enough to make it special for others. I don't ask for much, but I guess that has paid off. For Valentine's Day I got a beautiful new Coach bag and matching wallet...guess I was a good girl this year! We also went out for a nice quiet dinner, just the 3 of us, on Saturday night. Tonight I will make a meatloaf for dinner and we will snack on the chocolates I spent WAY too much money on for my husband and son...isn't irony a bitch?
Happy Valentine's Day
XXXOOO
Sunny Spot
Monday, February 14, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
When I grow up...
When I was in the early days of my marriage I wanted to be Martha Stewart. I decorated our first apartment together with all her "good things", cooked her recipes and planted all her herbs and flowers I could find. I dreamed of my first home being an old farmhouse with a potting shed, greenhouse, herb garden and lots of gardens. I even went so far as to buy the paint in corresponding colors, as suggested by Martha, for her decor...then she went to prison and I could no longer love her, I lost respect for her.
In the last few years I have come to love Paula Deen. I love her southern belle ways, her recipes, her view on life. I don't love her taste in decor or her "Mama Boy" sons and I find Michael to be a bit of a drip. But I do love her good old fashioned southern values and food.
In the last few months I have become TOTALLY addicted to a new blog that is full of great recipes, witty stories and beautiful photography. I now love "The Pioneer Women" http://thepioneerwoman.com/! She is the salt of the earth as far as I'm concerned. She is a city girl who now lives on a ranch in Oklahoma and is sweet and funny and...ya know what, read her blog...you will love her I promise! I picked up her new book last weekend and cannot wait to dig into it, but am also behind a library book and an ebook...so I am building up the anticipation of reading it.
So now I think I need a new name, MarDeRee or StewPaulDrum...you know like Bradagilina, what do you think? Can I be a New England, Southern, Oakie?
Happy Friday!!! XXXOOO
In the last few years I have come to love Paula Deen. I love her southern belle ways, her recipes, her view on life. I don't love her taste in decor or her "Mama Boy" sons and I find Michael to be a bit of a drip. But I do love her good old fashioned southern values and food.
In the last few months I have become TOTALLY addicted to a new blog that is full of great recipes, witty stories and beautiful photography. I now love "The Pioneer Women" http://thepioneerwoman.com/! She is the salt of the earth as far as I'm concerned. She is a city girl who now lives on a ranch in Oklahoma and is sweet and funny and...ya know what, read her blog...you will love her I promise! I picked up her new book last weekend and cannot wait to dig into it, but am also behind a library book and an ebook...so I am building up the anticipation of reading it.
So now I think I need a new name, MarDeRee or StewPaulDrum...you know like Bradagilina, what do you think? Can I be a New England, Southern, Oakie?
Happy Friday!!! XXXOOO
Thursday, February 3, 2011
On this day in history...
Today I am finally back to work after 2 days of being iced in the house. Don't get me wrong, I love a good snow day as much as the next person, but you can keep your ice...nice fluffy white snow beats the pants off of glistening, fall on your ass ice ANY DAY.
So being back to "work", at least in the office, means that there is a lot of paper to weed through to see what's important and what can wait. Well it was all semi important, so I tackled it early and hard, so I would have some time to surf the web and cross a few things off my "to-do" list. As I was cruising through sales orders and making really good progress (I could see the light at the end of the tunnel) my phone dinged, the ding of a date reminder. Now this is linked to my desk top, so I waited for the reminder to come up on my screen. Well the reminder finally came up to remind me that on this day last year my Grandmother passed. I took a moment to try and and clear my head because it had gone foggy for a minute, then checked my phone to see if it said the same...it did.
This was my last surviving grandparent and it felt kind of weird to know that she was gone. To know my grandmother was to love her...although without her I wouldn't be the women I am today. When I was younger she lived within walking distance of our home, so I would go over often and slept over there every Monday night. I was my grandfathers girl, but I loved to visit my grandmother...she used to make us Creme De Mint Parfaits, you the booze kind! That wasn't the only reason I loved her, she use to make us whatever we wanted. When we'd sleep over if my sister picked dinner, I go to pick the next week. There was always popcorn and dessert and the Muppet Show...it was Monday night in the 80's!
When I was 19 my grandparents decided to move back to PA and live out their retirement years. I didn't really feel that void without them here, because they came back ofter and I would go out to see them.
Today when that reminder popped up, I remembered a happier time...a time when my grandparents laughed and loved and were together, as I hope they are today.
XXXOOO
So being back to "work", at least in the office, means that there is a lot of paper to weed through to see what's important and what can wait. Well it was all semi important, so I tackled it early and hard, so I would have some time to surf the web and cross a few things off my "to-do" list. As I was cruising through sales orders and making really good progress (I could see the light at the end of the tunnel) my phone dinged, the ding of a date reminder. Now this is linked to my desk top, so I waited for the reminder to come up on my screen. Well the reminder finally came up to remind me that on this day last year my Grandmother passed. I took a moment to try and and clear my head because it had gone foggy for a minute, then checked my phone to see if it said the same...it did.
This was my last surviving grandparent and it felt kind of weird to know that she was gone. To know my grandmother was to love her...although without her I wouldn't be the women I am today. When I was younger she lived within walking distance of our home, so I would go over often and slept over there every Monday night. I was my grandfathers girl, but I loved to visit my grandmother...she used to make us Creme De Mint Parfaits, you the booze kind! That wasn't the only reason I loved her, she use to make us whatever we wanted. When we'd sleep over if my sister picked dinner, I go to pick the next week. There was always popcorn and dessert and the Muppet Show...it was Monday night in the 80's!
When I was 19 my grandparents decided to move back to PA and live out their retirement years. I didn't really feel that void without them here, because they came back ofter and I would go out to see them.
Today when that reminder popped up, I remembered a happier time...a time when my grandparents laughed and loved and were together, as I hope they are today.
XXXOOO
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