Friday, September 12, 2014

The Diary of Anne Frank...

Who, as a young girl, didn't become obsessed with Anne Frank?  I know I did.  When I first read her book in 7th grade I simply could not believe that this was real.  That a girl and her family were forced to hide in their own town.  And then to learn that Anne was killed in Bergen Belsen nearly crushed me. I was sure she'd survive.  How else could they have published her diary?  Sadly, as I grew, I learned more and more about the atrocities commited during WWII.
 
While searching around Netflix the other day for new things to watch, a new version of The Diary of Anne Frank movie popped up.  I fell in love with this story all over again.  The actress who plays Anne is perfection.  Exactly as I pictured her to be.  Check it out.  You won't regret it, I promise.




Thursday, September 11, 2014

Never Forget...

I think we all remember where we were.  I lived in Albany at the time and, being only 2 hours away from NYC, we felt like we might be next.  Of course the day was full of mis-information, and unfortunately all too accurate information.  I fell asleep that night to the sound of helicopters flying overhead and CNN's constant news coverage.  The days and weeks that followed were surreal and sad and scary.  Even now, 13 years later, as I visit clients in Brooklyn today, the city has a certain pall laid over it.

Everyone's a little kinder today, here in the city.  Hopefully everyone's a liittle kinder where you are today as well.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

TV Must Sees...

I'm notoriously late to the game when it comes to catching on to TV shows, as is well documented in this blog.  These two are two really good shows I recently binge watched over the past few weeks.
Happy Valley is set in a somewhat depressed town in the UK, and it focuses on a female detective investigating crime in the area.  Only 6, one hour, episodes.  I gobbled this one up.

Next I stumbled on to The Killing.  SO freakin' good.  Very creepy, set in the PNW where it's always rainly and chilly, this show focuses the first two seasons on the killing of Rosie Larsen.  I loved this show.  I have one more (shortened, only 6 episodes) season to go and then I'm on to my next show.
What show you ask?  Oh, only Sons of Anarchy.  You know, there are only six seasons I have to watch (with the 7th starting this month).  Like I said.  Late to the game.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

twelve.

How?  Twelve?  Twelve years???

I'm seriously having trouble facing the reality that this little lady was born 12 years ago.   And she is, now, a little lady.  It's crazy to me when I watch videos of Madeline when she was 4 or 5 or even younger.  That little elfish voice.  The baby cheeks and big brown eyes.

Now that she's in Middle School it's like this weird transformation has taken place.  She's smart (oh so smart) and funny and growing up.  But she's still little Maddy.  She's still that sweet girl who wants to cuddle and have you do her hair.  The one who will dance around and act like a goof and not care.  She hasn't turned into that nightmarish tween.  Maybe that has to do with no Instagram.  No Facebook.  No cell phone.  She's only 12 for God's sake!

And trust me.  Girlfriend can bring out the sass and attitude.  She's 12 for God's sake! ;)

But she's a good girl.  A sweet girl.  A girl I'm so proud to know.

Here are the past 12 years in pictures.  Cue the tears...
Itty bitty, eating her teething cookie!
Post ballet, around 4 years old.
 4 year old ham.
 6 years old.
7 years old.
Nine.
 Tiny dancer. Ten.
First Communion. 
  
 Twirling in London.  Ten years old.
 Sometimes she just looks so grown up.  Ten years old.
 Paris.  10.
London.  10.
  Eleven. 
 11.  Madeline personified.
 Sass. 

 Happy birthday you sweet angel baby.  I love you more than you will ever, ever know.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Back to School!!!!!

There was this commercial a few years ago.  It was a Staples commercial and it showed a mom pushing a cart, throwing school supplies into the basket with a huge smile on her face while her kids trailed behind her, miserably.  The music was the Christmas song "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" and it made me laugh every time I saw it.
 
Now, with an 8 year old and (on Tuesday) 12 year old under my roof, I get it. 
 
So here they are.  The newly minted 3rd and 7th grader...
 

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Me. As a kid...

I thought I'd share some not so great pictures of me as a little kid.  Only because I was going through pictures the other day, moving them from my hard drive to a flash and saw some that made me chuckle.

Me, circa 1971.  Although it looks like circa 1871 based on the state of the photo. 
 One.  I remember this towel.  Two.  Could someone empty that trash bin?  Three.  Wallpaper.
I just.  I don't know.  I have no words.  I'm the girl on the right in the sweet pink crocheted sweater.  Kelly in the one with no pants and Sherri is on the left in a skirt?  Huge pants?
The hair. What was I thinking?  Why did I BEG my mom to let me get my (very curly) hair cut?  Also.  I remember that shirt.  The elephant was this weird puffy material. And as a PSA, don't get bangs with curly hair if you go back in time where there is no such things as flat irons and anti frizz serum.  You're welcome.
 Frizzy on the right.
We look like weird cult members here.  None of us match, style wise.  My sister's dress is velour.  Velour.  And the knee socks.  Kelly looks like a farmer.  Will looks like an old man.  My mom has the sweet one side pulled back hair and I'm apparently a pretty track star with legs for days.  And knees.

You're welcome for the laugh.  I hope it makes back to school this week a little easier! ;)

Monday, September 1, 2014

Headache update...

My sister in law mentioned that I never updated you on my random headache (which I promised to update you on post appointment and never did).

Well here's the deal...

I apparently pulled a cranial muscle (yes, in my head) that ran from my ear to my eye socket (basically stretching across the top of my head).  So it was like the muscle was shortened and I had to lengthen it out so that I could be in less pain.

Oh.  And muscle relaxers.  Those helped too.

But I'm all good!  Healthy and no more headache.

Leave it to me to to pull a muscle in my head...

Oh.  And Happy Labor Day!!!!!