Maybe it's just a pair of wings I'm missing that makes me unlike these girls? Ha!
A couple of months back our sitter was out so I stayed home and watched both Karys and Addison (Karys' best friend who the sitter also keeps).
I thought it would be no problem because it would be like having sisters and playmates and they could entertain each other while I got some stuff done around the house.
Look how sweet they are together.....
The Living Room:
The Bedroom (where they played dress-up):
The Gameroom:
The Playroom:
The succulent aroma of home-cooked pasta is drifting from New York City's most popular Italian eatery, La Speranza, but something else is heating up in the kitchen . . . cold-blooded murder! Restaurant-owner Pepi Roni has been shot in the back with his own pistol. Tonight his family and friends will gather to pay their respects to poor Pepi, but one of the guests won't be shedding any tears...
Remembering our beloved Pepi Roni...
Welcome to La Sperenza!! 
Dinner is about to be served...
Father Al Fredo on the solemn night
Dinner in Pepi's honor...
Look how sad Angel Roni is!
It's been almost 4 months since I last posted on here.
It's now unblocked at work.
And at home....I have this little guy that my husband surprised me with on Friday for our 5th Wedding Annivesary!
Isn't he just darling?? I'm in love with my little MacBook Air. I've never seen anything quite so tiny!
So now I have no more excuses to slack on my blog.
It feels good to be back.
Look for my face around a lot more coming up!
It's finally happened. My company has done the unthinkable and blocked all access to the blogs from work.
Unfortunately I rarely get online at home, so I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update here anymore and it's making me quite sad.
Krystyn has given me a link/way to possibly get my comments enabled on Google Reader and thus be able to comment on all your blogs. I will try to get that up and running sometime next week if I can manage it.
Right now I am still able to read everything you post though via Bloglines (which is not blocked), but I can no longer see the pictures.
So please bear with me as I try to figure how to overcome this new challenge. I'll be back some way or another!
Until we meet again...
For those of you who aren't aware, I collect quotes. Especially funny ones that my family and friends say. I always try to make sure to write them down. Since I have quite a few saved up, I figured this could be my Thursday Thirteen this week. Can't you see why I just love my family and friends? I'm constantly entertained!
With a name like Stephanie, I have had my fair share of nicknames in the past. From the obvious, "Steph" or "Stephy", to the childish playground ones, "Step-On-Me".
I've always had sort of a strange view of nicknames. I've thought about this many times in the past and I always notice that the people who use a nickname for me, typically "Steph", are the ones who I've been closest to.
And likewise, the ones that I use nicknames for (if their names allow) are, in general, those that I consider to be better friends of mine.
I had one friend of mine that I basically grew up with since junior high school. She never used a nickname with me. Yet this was my best friend. And now? We no longer speak at all due to personal matters. Oddly enough, it always bothered me that she could never called me "Steph". I have always remembered that. And no, I'm not suggesting that we aren't friends because she called me "Stephanie".
But then I have friends that I can't always break down their names that I am still very close with like Jaime or Danielle. Because I'm very partial to girl names and I don't want to call them "James" or "Dan"/"Danny".
And then there is my daughter, Karys, who might never have a nickname other than her Uncle Joe's "Care Bear", as he dotingly calls her.
And then there are the easy nicknames like Steph, Rach, Ash, Val or Dee. You can't get much more straight forward than that really.
Sorry for the rambles. I didn't really have a point in this post other than that it popped in my head again today and I thought I'd share it.
I've been saying I was going to start running again for almost 6 months now. And there has always been some "excuse" why I didn't do it.
I needed motivation.
So, I thought if I put on my adorable pink running shoes and my running pants (because they are pretty fashionable), that it would be the exact motivation I was looking for. Right?
Turns out, those pretty fashionable pants? I could barely get them over my rear!
So I'm thinking that now I get to run looking like a little sausage. Then I remembered I had the cute matching jacket to go with my cute running pants.
I'm not even going to go into how that jacket must have shrunk a few inches.
But I'm thinking that was enough motivation for me. Who cannot fit into their running pants for crying out loud?
So I dusted off the jogging stroller, charged up my iPod and off I went.
I'm not going to lie, it was not pretty. I hadn't run in 15 months.
But the important thing was that I did it. Not that I felt like I was going to pass out.
And last night? I did it again. Only this time I went alone and I realized not only was it much easier to run alone, but much more peaceful.
I have pretty high hopes that I can make this a habit again. That I will start to like to run. That my body will not cramp in the oddest places. That one day soon my pants won't feel like they are squeezing the life out of me so that I can be brave enough to run when it's still light outside.
This is part of my resolution to move more. And oddly enough, when I am actually running, I find myself wanting to eat better. That's not a bad side effect!
I was cleaning out my desk the other day and I found all my old journals from elementary, junior high, high school and college. And I remembered how much I used to love to write. I literally wrote all the time. Actually, I was always much better with written words than I was at speaking them when I would want to get a certain point across.
While I was flipping through the journals, there were many times that I had referenced notes from friends and boys that I liked at the time. And I got all nostalgic. I used to love getting notes in the hallway. I loved writing notes in class while pretending to listen to the teachers. I remembered all the clever ways to fold a note that my girlfriends and I would do for each other.
And so then I realized that I still have a great love of pen and paper. I still prefer to jot things down by hand rather than type them out.
And, call me old fashioned, but I still prefer a handwritten note to an email.
As for the journals, I think I stopped sometime after I got engaged. I don't know why I stopped though. I miss it. I was in the bookstore this past weekend and I was browsing through the different journals. I really wanted to take one home. But I didn't want to buy it if I wasn't committed to actually writing in it. I just feel a journal should not be wasted like that.
Also because I've always considered a journal a private matter. No one has ever read through my journals but me. And I've never read through anyone elses. If my daughter ever keeps a journal when she is older, I will not read it. I'd be too embarrased having someone read mine or reading someone elses. Heck, I'm embarrased reading through some of my old stuff as it is! Talk about being dramatic (Val - you can attest to this!). And honstly, being married, my life isn't very private anymore.
However, for me, writing has always been a form of therapy. To be fair, while my blog posts are not much in the way of serious material, I can't be completely blunt on it either. Because I know that if this were private and it was only myself reading it, my posts would be drafted quite a bit differently.
So for now, I guess I'm toying around the idea of having a journal again. And I'm kind of liking the odds.
The weather is getting warmer. We've had a few blooms on our flowers. I can feel Spring in the air. It's almost pedicure season. My toes are just itching to come out and play.
I'm convinced I need these to celebrate the coming of the season. They are bright. They are fun. They are sexy. And they are PINK!
Looking forward to seeing this movie with you and you on Saturday!
For lack of something else to do this past weekend, my husband and I were watching Far & Away (yes, Tom Cruise & Nicole Kidman circa 1992) on the Encore Love channel.
We didn't even notice the word.
But apparently our child did.
And so she just looked over at my husband in a very matter-of-fact manner and says "Dammit Daddy".
Panic.
Neither of us answered because we were trying to figure out if that was really what just came out of her mouth. Surely not. Not my angel.
She must think we're ignorant at this point since we are doing nothing but staring at her. So she says it to him again, more forceful.
"Dammit Daddy"
You have GOT to be kidding me. Of all the lines in the movie, she takes this one word and picks it out? I was under the assumption you did not have to censor shows for kids until they were at least 3 years old.
Apparently not.
Lesson learned.
