We made it!

14 Jul

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After a lot of driving, a lot of site seeing, and a lot of fun we’ve finally arrived!  New York!!!  We’re here and we’re ready to take you on!  Here’s to a great adventure.

The Grand Ole Opry.

14 Jul

During our short visit to Nashville we had the privilege of touring the Ryman with the head honcho.  Such an amazing space.  Lots of fun and when we return we plan on making our very own Album!

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This great nation.

14 Jul

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We had a blast during our short stay in D.C.  The sights, sounds, and most smells were enjoyed by all.  Gia was thrilled to see the White House.  The highlight for me was the tour of the House of Representatives through John Boehner’s office.  That balcony appears to have the best view of D.C.  Excited to come back soon!

The Real Reason ‘The Judge’ is unrealistic.

10 Nov

Yesterday Ralph and I went to see The Judge.  So good.  So, so good.

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Photo courtesy of Warner Brothers

That said, one thing that started running through my mind this morning was how unrealistic the movie was.  Not things that you would normally think of (the STAR attorney son of a judge that didn’t speak to his father or come home to his beloved mother, etc) I can get behind those for dramatic effect.

But the house.

Not the spectacular house in supposed Highland Park.  The house that is in the detested (and loved by many) Carlinville, Indiana.

Throughout the entire movie, we see the beautiful home where Hank grew up and Robert Duvall lived for years.  The home that was kept by the housewife mother who could have in no way paid for Robert Downey Jr.’s education.  The movie begins with her passing.

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Photo Courtesy of Warner Brothers

There were no housekeepers or doting daughter in laws helping to maintain this home.  And yet despite the stress of a major trial and emotional distress the home remains clean, put away and maintained throughout.

Come on.

I am by no means a housewife.  However, I am anal beyond belief when it comes to a well kept home.  And do you know why my home stays this way?  Because of me.

1. My family semi fears me and knows they had better put their stuff away.

2. The remaining crud (a lot of crud) is put away by me twice a day.

3. I then wipe down, sweep, run a quick dust cloth, etc.  Twice.  A. Day.

Do you know who does not do this?  Anyone else in my home.  Do you know what would happen if I died?  (I know because I travel on business and come home) it would be a wreck in a matter of hours.  Hours.  Much less days on end of extreme stress.

Go see the movie.  It is good.  Very well acted, an emotional story line.  Very pretty (who knew you should want to go to Indiana!?).  Just remember, Hollywood gives us completely unrealistic expectations.

Crying Contests.

24 Feb

My parents were here this weekend. Mainly for the Monster Jam, which was lots of fun. Gia and Luke always have difficulty during the good bye process.

Gia this weekend- selfies abound!

Gia this weekend- selfies abound!

I would like to note that Mimi does not like to have her photo taken- and deleted the one picture I had of her from this weekend. Thus why she does not have a photograph here today.

Monster Jam this weekend- I was the only girl who stayed for the festivities.

Gia frequently informs me that it doesn’t upset me that she is upset when she cries as Mimi and Popa depart- which is true. I remember the many tears shed driving away from the house on Sardonyx or watching the brown Oldsmobile as it drove down Huffmiester as a child.

Yesterday, the feeling for my kids was no different. After mass and brunch, Mimi and Popa came back to our home and gathered all of their things. After a bit of outside play it was time for them to leave.

Crying ensued by both.

It continued while…..

Waving good bye.

Standing in the driveway.

Walking in the house.

Up to the room to lay down for a rest.

Laying down.

Reading books.

Cuggling.

After what I assume was an eternity (but in all reality was more like fifteen to twenty minutes) I finally told Luke (shockingly, Gia ended the dramatics before this) he had to stop crying.

On a dime, he stopped.

Took a breath.

And said, “Gia?”

Gia answered, “Yes?”

“I cried longer than you.”

Yep. Crying contests. Apparently it is the new way to show your love.

Pushers and Poles.

12 Feb

Olympic Skiing Commentary

Watching skiing tonight Luke says to Ralph, “Daddy can I borrow your skis and your pushers- I need some pushers.” You know, pusher is a perfectly acceptable synonym for poles.

Weekends. I’ve been doing them wrong.

9 Dec

The past four days have been #Icemageddon here in Texas. Wednesday night, I went to see JT with friends (YAY!) when we entered the American Airlines center it was 70+ degrees. When we left, it was in the 40’s and dropped ten degrees on the twenty mile trip home.

Then the rain started.

And the 32 degree mark was reached.

And it didn’t rise. Yesterday afternoon it got up to a balmy 36 degrees and melting ensued. Which made it way worse for this morning.

Texas does not have the infrastructure for this kind of weather. There is one de- icer at DFW. We Texans kind of freak out and stock up on bread? Not sure why, but we do.

Thursday night, school was canceled. We didn’t leave the house until 12:45 on Saturday afternoon for Jenna’s cookie party and mass. We returned home around 7p and haven’t left since.

I have seen numerous Facebook posts about cabin fever. People freaking out by not going anywhere. And I am just not in that camp.

All I can think is how I have been doing the rejuvenating thing all wrong. Stock up on food. Improvise. Watch TV. Cuggle. Play games. Drink warm things. Don’t go anywhere. Don’t turn on the computer. Seriously. I haven’t felt this clear headed in years.

Ralph and I both work from home but we so rarely take advantage of that luxury.  I need a few more complete stay home weekends.

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