The race and pedicure

April 29, 2007 at 6:55 pm | Posted in Employment, family, Friends, Happy, Photographs | 7 Comments

Oooh. Today was lovely. It was a family day with lots of fresh air and pampering. Sean’s brother-and-law Scott ran a race, as he is known to do, so we took the kidlets out to watch their daddy run. A, who is two now, has started calling me “Auntie [Wawen] Lauren!” and soon as I enter a room he screams my newfound title and smiles a big toddler smile. And Sissy, now seventeen months, reaches up for that please scoop me up and love me hug. Oh these children make any cloudy day less grey.

After the race, we let Scott take the kids and spent the rest of the day as a girl day. Sean’s sisters, extended “family” (the neighbors that lived next door for most of Seanie’s young life), and me had pedicures and manicures and spent most of the late afternoon eating and laughing at old memories.

I start my new job tomorrow. I don’t plan on working there long as it is a temporary placement and they want me to work weekends. If I wanted to work weekends, I would’ve stayed at my terrible post office job. There are new job prospects underway, but I will tell you more about them as they happen. For now, know that I will be working at a friendly place which may or may not turn out to be a lot of fun.

On a side note:  download Bobby McFerrin’s “Don’t worry, be happy”.  Nothing could go wrong when you’re listening to it.

City

April 28, 2007 at 10:42 pm | Posted in family, Photographs | 5 Comments

I spent the day in New Haven once again, taking pictures for Laura because she is graduating from Yale with a Masters Degree in Nursing! Whoa. I’m so proud of them both. And they are so much fun to be around. I couldn’t live in the city, but I certainly don’t mind spending all of my Saturdays there. Check out my “Daily Photo” link (upper right in the sidebar) to see more photos.

And if you want even more, go here for the photos we took of Laura Margaret.

Celebrity look-a-likes

April 27, 2007 at 9:05 am | Posted in Love for the internet, Photographs, silly pants | 7 Comments

Dakota Fanning looks like me when I was a child. She is what I imagine having a twin feels like, only we are a decade or so apart in age. Every time I see her in a movie, I get very excited because hot damn, I used to look just like that. These pictures aren’t a prime example of comparison–Dakota is the one in the middle–but you can sort of see how one might’ve confused us if we had a time machine.

I don’t have many videos from when I was little. In fact, I have one. It is of a shotty piano and dance performance that was put on by my fifth grade choir. I’m just starting the awkward stages and it is obvious that my feet and my bangs were getting too big for my ten-year-old body. So I like to watch Dakota’s videos and pretend like they are my own.

Since I am a person who likes to document everything with photos and video (don’t act surprised), I value pictures of me as a little girl. In fact, if there was a fire in my house and I had to save one thing, I’d grab the box of the ten photos I have of me as a baby, even though they’re not the best quality. Knowing that I could still sort of remember what I looked like through Dakota if I lost all of my concrete memories in a fire makes me feel very at ease.

Seeing Dakota makes me giddy. My grandmother and I once sat through “I am Sam” and had to pause it in the middle to go dig out baby photos of me because we were astonished at how much Dakota resembled a little me.

Poor Sean. We watched “Men on Fire” last night. That is an incredible movie I suggest everyone rent. But every time Dakota did something–swim, sleep, hug her teddy bear, play her piano–I’d tell Sean a story about when I did those things, and “Look! I looked just like that when I played my piano!”

I tell Sean that he looks like Simon Cowell.

He hates that.

Who do people tell you that you look like? Do you see the similarities or do you think that those people have lost their minds because you couldn’t possibly look like that.

Update:

Oooh, Jessy, you’re right. Sean does sort of look like Russell Crowe.


Meaghan and Elvis

April 25, 2007 at 8:57 pm | Posted in Friends, Video | 2 Comments

Meaghan called last night and asked if she could crash at my place tonight. She has a late rehearsal and shouldn’t have to drive the hour home afterwards. I hope she comes even if we won’t get to see much of each other before sleep kicks in.

Meaghan is my best friend. She shares that title with Brie. I love when the two of them come over because I never have to clean the house. They don’t expect me to, and my home will always be their home. I scrubbed the tub a little though, because it’s always nice to take a refreshing shower in the morning with a brand new feeling bathtub.

I couldn’t possible sum up all of my love for her in a simple blog post so I’ve made you a little movie of some Meggie fun so that you can see for yourself.

I just cut my gums on an Oreo cookie. Why is it that the mouth can be pouring blood one second and fine the next? We should patent a way to use the fast healing time of the mouth to heal the rest of the body. Then a torn limb would only bleed for a second. I know I am filled with great ideas.

Holy crap! American Idol has Celine Dion singing a duet with Elvis on stage. How did they do that? That is really Elvis forty years ago. I’m intrigued. If anyone knows how that performanc was made, let me in on the secret.

Your great ideas and tales of your best friend in comments.

Fresh oil

April 24, 2007 at 11:32 am | Posted in family, Love, Sean | 11 Comments

I got my oil changed this morning. Finally. Sean and I had been planning on doing it ourselves because it is cheaper and messier and much more fun that way, but we couldn’t seem to find the time. Sean comes home from work at 5 o’clock Monday through Saturdays and we spend our Sundays with our family or going on outdoor excursions, leaving little time to clean the house, cook the dinners, and then jack up my car before daylight ends.

3,000 miles overdue and not wanting to blow my engine because we were simply too busy, I took the car to Mr. Transmission–as always–and paid a lot more money than it would’ve cost us to do it ourselves. But the people are always nice there and most of the time they remember my name.

When I was a kid, my father used to change the oil in our cars on Saturday mornings. He’d throw on his holey and almost unwearable boat shoes and his most raggedy pair of similarly holey jeans and change the oil car by car. I would ride my bike, which we had painted the same color as his 1970 Chevy truck, and soak up the sun as my father’s legs poked out from under the hood.

I like that memory. Saturday morning oil changes always came with great bonding moments. When asked years later what my father smells like, my answer was gasoline, tobacco, and green grass. I left out the smell of Old Spice, which he often smelled of, because when I remember my childhood with my dad I remember us always outside as my father mowed the lawn and tinkered with our automobiles.

Sean reminds me of my father on occasion. He gets dirty often, wears that raggedy old Red Sox cap and mud-stained work boots, and tinkers under the hood of my car. They both love baseball, rarely eat candy, stick their tongues out when they get excited about a sport, and order the same food at restaurants. But although they sometimes share the same mannerisms, there’s a difference between my father and Sean, too. Sean loves me eternally and wants nothing but love in return. My father seems to want me to be something I am not and never makes an effort to spend time with me. I used to miss it at first, those memories lost with my dad, but I’ve moved on.

I always tell Sean that when we have kids, he should not be like my father. The kids come first, no matter what curve ball life throws; nothing is more important than being a Mom or a Dad. Sean always sticks up for my dad and tells me that although he acts as if he really doesn’t care about me at all, he loves me and will always love me.

But I’d rather look to the future than dwell on the past, and it warms my heart when Sean tells me that he can’t wait to teach our kids how to ice skate or throw a ball, how to tie a shoelace, and how to change the oil on a Saturday morning.

Your own childhood memory or the story of someone you love in comments.

A day in the sun

April 23, 2007 at 8:43 pm | Posted in Photographs | 3 Comments

I took my mother out in the sun today. The nearby park and beach was closed due to flooding so we sunbathed in a friend’s backyard.

And at night Sean, Kourt, and I went to watch Keith’s softball game.

How did you enjoy the warm weather?

A sister Saturday

April 21, 2007 at 6:14 pm | Posted in Photographs, sisters | 6 Comments

I drove down to the city to spend the day yet again with Carrie and Laura. I love that they are both nurses because when I have a cold, as I do, they listen to my lungs and take extra special care of me. They also don’t distance themselves just because I am sick, instead they are full of hugs and kisses. I love them.


Romance in the hallway


Me and Carrie and Titan in the new kitchen (taken by Laura)


I’ve been dying to see one of these new weird Star Wars mailboxes in person!


A tree at Yale


Carrie is flashing the “Volkeswagen” symbols


A somber Carrie and Laura sit on the porch reading about the Virginia Tech victims

We had so much fun! I love hanging out with them. We’re doing it again next Saturday. And how about this weather! Hope you got outside today.

And here’s the video:

Smoke break

April 20, 2007 at 5:30 pm | Posted in Photographs, Sean | Leave a comment


(In regards to photos, I added a daily photo link to the sidebar.)

Honey Joke – From Meg

April 20, 2007 at 2:16 pm | Posted in silly pants | 1 Comment

A teacher was doing a study testing the senses (taste) of first graders using a bowl of lifesavers. The children began to say:

Red………………….Cherry
Yellow……………..Lemon
Green……………….Lime
Orange……………..Orange

Finally the teacher gave them all HONEY lifesavers. After eating them, none of the children could identify the taste.

“Well,” she said, “I will give you all a clue. It’s what your mother may sometimes call your father.”

One little girl looked up in horror, spit her lifesaver out and yelled,

“Oh, my God, they’re ass holes!!”

Out damn spot

April 20, 2007 at 9:41 am | Posted in sick | 2 Comments

I despise sickness. As loves tend to do, Sean passed his marvelous cold over to me this week. I am enveloped in empathy for him because somehow last weekend, when he felt like I do now, he helped my sister and Laura move. Yesterday I drove to C.V.S and thought I might pass out from the lack of energy standing in a two-minute line takes out of you.

On Wednesday night, after I had helped Anthony paint his den all day, this sickness swarmed me and took over my body. I had been fighting it off all week with success, but on Wednesday night I could no longer breathe through my nose. It was one of those sickness that absolutely paralyzed me and I couldn’t find a single cup of strength to move my limbs.

This made for great entertainment. Sanjaya was about to get kicked off of the show and I couldn’t move my head to face the TV. I listened to Martina McBride sing her ditty and slowly forced myself to find the energy to lift my head and reposition it to where I could see Sanjaya’s measly little face when he was told to go the hell away. And it was worth the exhausting effort it took. But as I began to do an inner celebratory dance, my conscience realized that poor annoying Sanjaya is just a kid. He’s little, and he shouldn’t be the cause of everyones’ ridicule. If he just wasn’t SO DAMN ANNOYING.

It’s like that Chicken Little Kevin kid from last season. Dude had a lisp. Don’t expect to win when your song choice is a rendition of Don McLean’s SchTARRY SchTarry Night and you look like a chicken. The elderly only like you because they are going blind and losing their hearing.

Anyhow. I feel a bit better today. Luckily for us, colds don’t last forever and annoying little contestants don’t win American Idol.

Are you a music nerd?

April 19, 2007 at 12:00 pm | Posted in Video | 7 Comments

This is Rob Paravonian. He is a comedian and I do not know him. But I love this skit. It is possibly one of my favorites on You Tube.


If you’re not musically inclined and you wonder how musicians analyze music… this is exactly it. Watch the whole thing folks, or just fast forward to the end.

Paint and riddle

April 18, 2007 at 8:35 pm | Posted in Employment, Friends, Happy, silly pants | 6 Comments

Today I helped paint Anthony’s den green.  It was lovely.  He was going to go with a beige or white but I convinced him to go daring.  Be bold!  I told him.  And the end result was absolutely awesome.

Here’s an almost finished picture of part of the room.  The trim still needs to be stained and put back on the walls and the corner is still wet in this shot.  But the color is fantastic for Anthony’s earthy personality.  Bold but not ridiculous.

Have I mentioned that I love to paint.  Holy cow do I love it.  I will paint any of your houses for free.

Oh the job front (ugh, you’re thinking, is she really still talking about employment?) I have an interview on Monday with a highly recommendable engineer for a boss.  He sounds wonderfully cheerful and personable on the phone.  I simply can’t wait to meet him.  I’ve come to the realization that not only do I love to paint, but I also love going on job interviews.

I’m going to leave you with a riddle.  80% of kindergartners get this riddle and 5% of Stamford graduates figured it out.  Here goes:

What is greater than God, more evil than the Devil, poor people have it, rich people don’t want it, and if you eat it you will die?

Sidebar

April 17, 2007 at 8:51 pm | Posted in News | 5 Comments

Check it out! I added 100 things about me to my sidebar. It took me all night. Coming up with 100 things is harder than I thought.

In comments, give me five facts about you. Anything.  And then go check it out.

When heaven calls

April 17, 2007 at 3:46 pm | Posted in dreams, family, Sean | 10 Comments

My grandmother called me last night in my dreams. Although she passed away back in 2005, she frequently still visits me while I’m asleep. I awake from these dreams surrounded by an overwhelming sense of peace. My grandmother has been my guardian angel ever since I was a little girl. She has always been by my side and remained with me even after she lost her battle with cancer.

So last night she called me.  I asked her how things were going in Heaven and she told me that she was having fun and was happy to be back with my grandfather, but she missed her family. She misses her sisters and brothers, her daughters, her grandchildren, her sons. “That’s okay Gram,” I said, “You know you can always visit when you get lonely.”

After we talked for a few minutes, my grandmother told me that she had a message for me. Actually, this message was for Sean.

“Sean’s mom is here with me” my grandmother said, “and she is lovely. So beautiful. She wants me to have you tell Sean that she is sorry that she missed out on his games and that she loves him.”

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When I saw Sean for lunch, I told him the message and asked him if it made sense.

He smiled a little and told me that since his mother had gotten really sick with cancer, she had missed out on most of his hockey games from when he was about fourteen years old.

I’d like to believe that my grandmother is taking care of Sean’s mom and vice versa. Somehow the idea that she visits me makes that loss of death a little easier, because she stays in my heart. And it makes me feel great that our families are getting to know each other, even in Heaven.

Do you dream of your angels?

The verdict

April 17, 2007 at 11:40 am | Posted in Employment | 6 Comments

Well, thanks to your wonderful comments, I called the staffing company this morning and told them I would no longer be working for the imaging company with the boss who hits. And although it was a big step for me to take–I don’t like to tread on the lives of others–I told the staffing company about my reasons for leaving: the boss hit me, the dogs, the boss telling the dog to bite me. The staffing company seemed a little upset that I didn’t call them last night immediately after it happened but they told me to call tomorrow and they would try to place me in another work environment.

So thank you for all of your comments. After thinking about it all last night and talking it over with Sean, we decided that I certainly shouldn’t be in a hostile work environment. I didn’t feel safe.  I’ll find something, a good job, and when I do we can all celebrate with ice cream.

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