family

weekend update: oldest bridesmaid, reporting for duty.

Helloooo! It’s Tuesday, which means I’m finally getting around to writing my weekend update post. I have no excuse as to why it was late again except that I’m old and needed to recover.

I had off on Thursday because of Rosh Hashana (sidenote: september is officially my new favorite month. i get off for labor day and two Jewish holidays, so long as they fall on a weekday. amazing.) so I took that opportunity to get my nails done for my cousin’s wedding on Saturday. I’ll just consider that the start of wedding weekend.

Friday I went back to work and the day dragged unbelievably. Like last week, I can’t remember what happened Friday night. I had tentative plans with Lisa and Jessica but we decided to reschedule, so I assume it was spent on the couch.

Saturday was the big day. I was up bright and early to go with Desiree to get our hair and makeup done and then head over to my aunt’s house for pictures. Honestly, this is my favorite part of weddings. Walking into a salon looking like what the cat dragged in and walking out looking like the cat’s pajamas.

Screenshot_20170924-163947

After we were painted and pinned, we headed off to Queens to get dressed and take pictures with the bride and her other bridesmaids. There was also talk of bagels and mimosas and we all know how I feel about both of those things.

20170923_123311(0)20170923_123426_00120170923_123353

The rest of the girls got to the house and we were finally ready to get dressed and take some pictures. Let me tell you, I can’t wait to look at every single picture from that day. The photographer(s) were amazing.

Speaking of amazing, look at my cousin.

20170923_13543620170923_135531

I guess that I should explain that Jill is very plain Jane. We joke that her favorite color is beige. She’s not into frills and frou-frou. Doesn’t gravitate towards bling. A little weird, if you ask me. When she walked out I was floored. Maybe I’m biased (I’m not), but isn’t she stunning?

We took about 86386 more pictures and then we piled into the limo and were on our way to the venue.

Speaking of pictures, I have to note, because this is a big deal for me, this is the first time that I’ve been to a big event and 90% of the pictures I took were on my phone. I had my mom bring my little point and shoot camera so that she could take some pictures of the ceremony and so that I had it for the reception but it died right after we were announced. So, not ideal, but thankfully, it’s 2017 and phone cameras don’t (totally) suck.

At the venue, we took even more pictures (I was in my glory, don’t let me fool you) and then the bride and groom did their first look. I used to think it was cheesy, but I’ve warmed up to it. Except then I think of when Will and Kate got married and Harry snuck a peek at Kate walking down the aisle, and he said to Will, “wait till you see her”, and I kind of love that even more.

 

tumblr_lsturbd6vS1r4n3wmo2_500tumblr_lsturbd6vS1r4n3wmo3_500

ugh. amirite?

Finally, FINALLY it was time for these two crazy kids to tie the knot.

DSCN0007DSCN0009

My mother didn’t do the best job at documenting so this is all I’m working with.

I don’t have to tell you what happens after the bride and groom are pronounced husband and wife, right? EVERYBODY GETS TO EAT. GOD BLESS.

We ate, we drank (boy, did we draank) and we danced like maniacs. There was a particularly rousing rendition of “I Want It That Way” that is still giving me life. There was a Disney montage, that caused me to scream across the room at the bride that this was the best wedding ever!

I’m a real gem.

Oh yea, and I caught the bouquet.

(no pictures, yet. i’ll have to troll facebook)

This is going to be some wedding video.

I’ll end it here and leave you with a few more pictures of me and my favorite nutjobs.

20170923_154032

21764862_10156663517043761_1575769549436293901_n21951075_10103220247026217_8423845358026891026_o20170923_202408_001a20170923_20413420170923_204342a20170923_21394220170923_222729
Sunday I came home, took my hair down, a nap and many Advil. And this my friends, is how the oldest bridesmaid ends her wedding weekend.

signature-script.jpg

christmas 2016 photo dump

How can Christmas be over already? I ask that every year and every year it seems to be more and more unbelievable.

Anyway, for posterity’s sake and because I love those life lately photo posts, here are some scenes from Christmas and Christmas Eve 2016!

2016 has been an all around shit storm that I am looking forward to cutting ties with. This year I took a few minutes to try and step back from the festivities and appreciate the people in the room. As long as we have each other, I think we’ll be OK – no matter what 2017 (and beyond) throws at us.

Hope your holiday was great and filled with love, food and good people. I’ll probably see you before the new year, but if I don’t, may it be happy and healthy, always.

signature-script.jpg

real women WCW!

Here we are at the last week of Women’s History Month WCW. I hope you enjoyed it. I mean, I know it’s not my best work, but I thought it was a good idea and I’m sure better things are on the horizon. (no i’m not, but it sounded good, didn’t it?)

This week’s WHMWCW will feature women who aren’t celebrities. They won’t look familiar to you unless you’ve been keeping up with this blog for a while or you’ve been stalking me (in that case, please stop. thanks). I can’t call them women crushes because that would be weird. So, without further ado, my non-crush WCW.

My mom is hands down my best friend. I don’t know what I’d do or where I’d be without her. She’s the Sophia to my Dorothy, the Kris to my Kim. I might not know where I’d be or what I’d do without her, but I can say this, my clothes would be filthy and I’d probably starve. I’d have no one to watch my “stories” with. No one to go on adventures with. No one to come home and tell all of my secrets to. She’s my biggest cheerleader and is always there when I need a shoulder to cry on. I hope that when my time comes I could manage to be half the mother she is. She knows that she has to stay in line, though. Since I’m an only child I get to pick her nursing home.

shady pines

WCW collage

My mom isn’t the only woman in my family who I am lucky to have. I have a set of the best aunts in the world. They have taught me how to fluff pillows, they’ve patiently and painstakingly helped me choose a Communion dress and calmed me down when I looked like an idiot at my Confirmation. And most importantly, they didn’t kill me when I cried howled through the night because everyone underestimated my hatred of sleepovers and just wanted to go home.

I’ve said before that I’m an only child. Luckily, the cousin branches on my family tree grow very close together. We’ve kept each other company in the bathroom, they’ve tried to teach me important life skills – like the “I Want It That Way” airport dance (which i still can’t do). We’ve fought with each other, got in trouble together, laughed and cried together. They’re my constants. My definites. They’re probably going to read this and immediately call a priest because I never get this sentimental; I must be possessed.

moms

I am so lucky to call these women mine.

signature

merry new york christmas!

Last week I ventured in to the big ol’ city to see the Rockettes at Radio City. I haven’t seen the show in quite some time and honestly, I couldn’t remember it at all. That’s the beauty of getting old – old things become new again.

We took the express bus in to the city and from the minute we disembarked from the bus and on the the sidewalks of 6th Avenue, my mother grabbed my arm as if her life depended on it. One thing about my mom is, she is not a particularly nervous person so I have no idea where this came from. We got to the corner right in front of Radio City and we got separated (read: I wriggled out from her grasp). There was a huge group of out of towners on the corner being very out of town like* and I had to maneuver around them to cross the street. When I finally got across, I found my mother and the look on her face was a mix of sheer panic and relief that we were reunited. Needless to say, this will be the last time for a long time that we make a trip to the city together.

*I have to make this announcement right here, right now. If you are not from any of the five boroughs and decide to make a trip to New York City with either your whole family or the entire congregation of your church, please heed my advice. The city is an extremely busy place, where people just GO. If you are lost, or if people are missing from your group, please move to the side and wait for them. DO NOT wait en masse on the corner of any intersection. DO NOT wait en masse in the middle of any sidewalk. You all have cellphones, move over or duck into a store and make a phone call. They will find you. Also, I’m all for taking pictures and I totally understand and appreciate the beauty that is New York City, however there is an art to doing it. Do it fast and, if you can, do it on the move. hustle, hustle, hustle! Practice taking pictures while walking before you get here. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy tourists. I really do think you guys are a big part of the appeal of the city. Especially when you point to the Chrysler building excitedly and exclaim how beautiful the Empire State Building is. Warms my heart.

Anyway, we make it to the entrance for ticket holders and we try to find somewhere to wait for my aunt that was coming from the other direction (read: Staten Island). It started to snow pretty hard by this point so we hugged the building and hoped she’d get there soon.

DSCN3906_WM

After my aunt arrived, we headed through security and into the warmth of Radio City. It’s beautiful. It’s old and ornate and just ugh. lovely.

The chandelier was all crystal snowflakes. Each one different from the next, as snowflakes are. It sparkled like you wouldn’t believe. Honestly, I would have stood there for the hour and a half and just watched it twirl. Which I hope was on purpose because if not, someone better look in to that.

The recording that was playing outside and all through the lobby was pretty emphatic about no flash photography or video during the performance. So like the good little girl I am, I tucked my phone and my camera in my bag and waited for the show to begin. The man in front of me, however, did not. He took pictures without flash AND VIDEO of the whole show. And he had a nice, big DSLR camera so his photos were quality. I was highly annoyed. (Had this been a Disney on Broadway show, his ass would have been on the street before Santa could say HO HO HO) Finally, towards the end I noticed cellphones popping up and no wardens ushers telling anyone to put them away. I took this as my cue to whip my phone out and take some shots. don’t mind if i do.

I know they’re blurry, but had I known I wouldn’t get thrown in Radio City jail for bringing my big DSLR camera, they would have been better.

After the show ended we had some time before our reservation so we went to see the tree. I’m noticing as I write this that I’m using terms that only people from the area would use. THE city, THE tree. It almost diminishes the magnitude of what they are. (I know I must be coming off as highly ego centric or hometown centric and I apologize.) What’s so great about a tree?

THIS. this is what is so great about a tree.

She’s a real beaut, Clarke. – National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation

While we were at the tree my mom did the whole vice grip on my arm thing again and kept asking me if I was OK.

Mom: Are you OK?

Me: Yep

two minutes later…

Mom: Are you OK?

Me: I just tripped over a small child because you’re insisting that we literally stick together, but yea I’m fine.

two minutes later…

Mom: Are you OK?

Me: Yes, Mom. Are YOU ok?

We all ducked into the NBC Experience store because back in the day, it used to be a really cool place. They used to give tours, let you do the weather, sit at Leno’s (?) desk. Not anymore, but we made the best of it.

On our way to dinner we passed one of my favorite light displays in the city (after the windows and the tree)

The BAWLS, the LIGHTS, and those majestic looking REINDEER!

After dinner we headed back to the bus to go home. I looked up at one of the buildings across from us and saw that the Empire State Building was reflected on to the building. All of a sudden my inner Annie Liebovitz came out and I needed a picture. More regret that I was without my nice DSLR.

20141210_211332_aWM

The bus came and we got on, therefore essentially ending our adventure. It was a great time and can’t wait to do the same in the spring because the Rockettes are doing a new show all about New York City. Minus the tree, the lights and the other holiday goodness, of course.

signature

need a little Christmas, right this very minute!

This year it’s been hard to get myself into the Christmas spirit. I’ve been circling the rabbit hole and sometimes my foot hovers over it, but I can’t get myself to jump in. I mean, I’m excited for the holiday, but I’m overwhelmed. There’s so much I want to do with seemingly no time to do it. Also, we’re having new windows put in on our sun porch but due to the horrible monsoon like rains we’ve been having, the company keeps rescheduling. Which means that everything that was out on our sun porch is now in the dining room. We look like we belong on Hoarders. It’s starting to drive me nuts.

I was scrolling through my Bloglovin’ feed (you can click on the snazzy gold button on the right to follow me on there. it’s the one with the + sign.) and I came across a Christmas survey of sorts that Allie from Allieology did.  I stole borrowed it because I figured it would be fun to do and maybe help to throw myself down that rabbit hole.

Without further ado…

Talk about finding out Santa wasn’t real. How did it happen? What did you feel?
Honestly, Santa just faded out. I believed in him for a long time, but after a while I just wrote letters and stuff for the hell of it. I think my cousins kept it up for each other, not quite sure if the others believed anymore. When my youngest cousin announced that Santa was mommy and daddy, the jig was up. I also remember in maybe 4th grade one of my classmates asked me if I still believed. I was so conflicted because I whole-heartedly did at that point, but I felt like I was being set up and I didn’t want to be made fun of. So I coolly answered, “Um. a little.” And then nervously asked, “Do you?” My classmate smiled and said “Yea, a little too”. And then I exhaled.
I still leave cookies out, though. I have a cookies for Santa plate that’s been around my whole life so instead of putting it away for my children (it may never see the light of day again if i did that), I throw some cookies and a carrot (for Rudolph) on it, and set it down next to a nice glass of eggnog. My parents are such good sports because there is always a cookie or two missing, a bite mark in the carrot, and the glass of eggnog is empty.

How do you countdown the days until Christmas? Tell us about your advent calendar. 
I take 25 and subtract it from whatever day it is at the moment. Nothing fancy.
I don’t have an Advent calendar, never have. In Sunday school we had the wreath and the teacher lit the candles but that’s where my advent experience stops.

Share a tradition you want to start in your own home one day. 
I love going to look at the lights. So where ever I live I will find the biggest light display and make sure my husband and kids go every year. Or just me and my husband. Or just me and my cats. (actually, I’m not a pet person, but I’m covering all of my bases.)


Christmas in Brooklyn – it’s the best!

Holiday decor home tour. (Because you know we want to see it) 
I’ll show you my tree because my house is a mess and my mom would kill me if I showed anything else. My mom does a great job every year decorating whatever tree we pick out. Our tree always was (and always will be, as long as i win the yearly fight) a real tree. This year she keeps saying that this tree is too wide. I think it’s perfect. big is beautiful

20141209_223340
This one is my little “Kate Spade” tree in my bedroom. It’s not exactly what I envisioned, but for $5 from Five Below, it will do.

What is your Christmas music policy? When is it allowed to be listened to? What are your favorite artists? Hymns or more recent songs?  
Sometimes I’ll “allow” Christmas music before Thanksgiving, but usually my rule of thumb is that it should start the day after. everyone needs to have their shining moment.
My favorite Christmas albums are Mariah Carey’s (the original one) and N’SYNC’s (if the Backstreet Boys came out with one, Justin and Co. would have gotten the boot). I also love the traditional songs from Bing Crosby, Burl Ives, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, etc. They remind me of my grandmother. Alternatively, whenever I hear a regular Frank or Dino song, it reminds me of Christmas.

Every family has an odd, interesting, unique Christmas day tradition. What’s yours? 
It’s not a tradition but, something I can count on is my mom takes foooorrrreevvverrrrr to get ready to come downstairs to open gifts. She gets up, goes to the bathroom, brushes her teeth, brushes her hair, washes her face, changes into different pajamas. Then she finally comes downstairs and wants to make coffee, take out things she might need for breakfast (not that she makes a gourmet meal. it’s usually bagels and coffee). Then finally, she’s ready for presents. This process takes between 30 and 45 minutes. I make sure I have nothing in my eyes, teeth, or on my face, grab the camera and I’m ready. My father smoothes his hair and he’s good. I mean, really.
The only real tradition we (my parents and i) have is that we eat fish on Christmas Eve. I think it’s an Italian thing. We don’t do all of the seven fishes (i don’t even know what they are), but we have some and it’s my favorite meal of the week, maybe even the month. hands down.
My mom and I also bundle up and take a ride to this house that’s next to a funeral home near my house that does a whole light display. It usually isn’t crowded because we go on Christmas Eve after dinner. We’re usually gone for no more than a half an hour, but it’s something I look forward to every year.

As far as traditions with the rest of my family, we have a few.
annual cousins Christmas picture
my oldest cousin always says grace (i’m second in line and hate doing it.)
the “kids” open gifts first (except now we do a secret santa)
eggplant parmigiana and artichokes no matter how big the rest of the meal is

I like to make sure I watch Miracle on 34th Street and/or Home Alone 2. I can’t find my Miracle DVD and I’m having withdrawals.tumblr_mekngoOe3U1qa5etko1_500See you soon!

signature

%d bloggers like this: