tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70316082024-03-06T20:54:21.981-08:00A Girl and Her LifeI want to be the girl with the most cake.Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.comBlogger1287125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-90909585506167942452012-09-11T07:50:00.000-07:002012-09-11T07:50:27.853-07:00I remember
I remember 9/11/01 so clearly, like many people do.
It was an exceptionally gorgeous day here, the sun was shining, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, not too hot or too chilly. I had just started a new job and it was my seventh day. I worked for a medium sized company located about 15 minutes from NYC. I loved it.My boss called me and told me from the highway he was stuck on, he could see smoke Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-31677610822554968092012-06-07T17:40:00.002-07:002012-06-07T17:41:27.961-07:00FullTuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-83133412632347646102011-03-09T14:36:00.000-08:002011-03-09T14:38:31.860-08:00The SunThis is a repost because I needed this today, maybe so does someone else: Did I ever tell you how I was stalked by Kabbalah peoples? Well, it was my own fault, I contacted them first. OK, before you judge let me explain.My father had just died. There was no reasoning in my world. I didn't believe in god, in fact if there was one, I despised him. I didn't want to hear "everything happens for a Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-68341665731201499072011-02-14T07:14:00.000-08:002011-02-14T15:47:39.801-08:00The SunDo I need a holiday to remind the people I love of my love for them? Of course not. It is nice to be valued every day of the year, but that is not a reality. We get caught up in daily grind, taking out the garbage and who left the milk out. We have work and school work and returning phone calls to worry about instead. Everyone has faults and yours can shrink while others intensify during the Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-48172699004312879572011-02-03T17:52:00.000-08:002011-02-03T17:57:05.686-08:00The PottyYou would think with all the parenting tricks up my sleeve by having 8 year old twins, I would rock the potty training thing with my 2 year old. I stink at it. I tend to think it is the fact that I am not home with him all day like I was with the twins now that I work during the week. I had a hard time with thee twins too and I feel like it was my hardest parenting task to date. I tried the Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-51816125641682278082011-01-05T07:07:00.000-08:002011-01-05T07:17:53.759-08:00FearFor as long as I can remember my life has been governed by fear. Some of my earliest memories are waiting up for my parents when they were out late because I was sure they were in an accident. I knew as a child my father would die young- he did, 1 month after he turned 53. I worry about money, about disappointing my parents, about being a good girl, about if I was doing enough with my life, if myTuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-33019055599539936722010-12-28T06:30:00.000-08:002010-12-28T06:35:19.783-08:00HolidazeFinally! All of the craziness and rush of the holidays are now over and I can breathe. The kids got everything they could have wanted, they had fun with their family and friends and so did we. I ate (way too much!) and had lots of yummy new drinks and recipes I tried. Of course this time of year is always melancholy for me as I miss my Dad so much still. Christmas Eve is my favorite day of Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-2939724890650630642010-12-07T15:03:00.000-08:002010-12-07T15:10:22.376-08:00Gift Giving MadnessThe worst part about the holidays is trying to buy a gift for that special person in your life, and you just can't figure out what to buy. I want to get something for her that is special, but doesn't cost a lot of money. Something that is perfect for her- but she has everything she wants. So tell me what would you gift to a woman in her 40s, who has everything, loves bling and going out? Do you Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-18774660226033627732010-11-22T10:13:00.000-08:002010-11-22T10:24:17.055-08:00These daysThese days life is so busy. L just finished a football season that was undefeated. For a small boy with heart but tends to be very sensitive he did better than I could have dreamed. He was even awarded a trophy for "pound for pound best player". Not bad for first time playing! R cheered unfortunately not for her brother but another team. She did awesome like everything R does. We are so proud of Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-51960621146810273192010-10-27T16:14:00.000-07:002010-10-27T16:19:54.411-07:00Our Disney TripWe had a great time in Florida. Surprising our kids was the best part of the whole trip for E and I. We it right as we were leaving for school. The bags were packed and we were off to the airport instead! They were so excited and grateful to go to Disney and visit with their grandparents. They got to relax at their grandparents house, catch lizards, swim, ride in the golf cart (their very Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-71360310098352944992010-10-12T05:26:00.001-07:002010-10-12T05:30:41.963-07:00Making MemoriesAfter three years of being at our lowest lows, we can finally see the light. After losing his job and not being able too find one, after selling our house foor no money, after moving to a new state for a job that was anything but and not eating so our kids could eat- we are finally on the upswing. Tomorrow we can finally give our kids something we dreamed about for 3 years. tomorrow we are Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-55631444592521935112010-09-30T13:55:00.000-07:002010-09-30T14:04:18.727-07:00Cheering MomI was the fun girl, the one that people liked. I had friends, I was a cheerleader. I was popular the one voted most likely to succeed. I have always a boys' girl. I had as many boy friends as I had girl friends. Less drama. I have always been under the impression I was the cheerleader mom. I love a high ponytail, dressing up and being a girly girl. My daughter is the same way. Imagine my Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-22319745900136096552010-09-07T17:16:00.000-07:002010-09-07T17:21:37.720-07:00Okay to say goodbye?This blog has been such a huge part of my every day life for so many years now. Since we moved back to NJ and I am working, I found I don't need this crutch as much. I hesitate to close it because it is so dear to me. I never started it to have thousands of readers a day. I was lonely and started this blog waaay before most people heard of "blogs". I had twin babies and a husband and was nowTuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-80931410215565908512010-08-21T18:55:00.000-07:002010-08-21T19:19:56.994-07:00KTwo years and five months ago this miracle came into our world: Dont let his blue as sky eyes and curly locks fool you, this angle is a devil in disquise. He is almost always dirty and always into things. He helps himself to whatever is in the fridge, climbs on the train table, throws food onto the floor and screams "no" when is told what to do. He has both his older brother and sister wrappedTuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-33222898770548830132010-08-10T17:18:00.001-07:002010-08-10T17:22:30.819-07:001 Bathroom Home"Well, I am N E V E R eating at papaya king again!""why?" I asked"I feel sick add that is all I ate today""But you just ate a sandwich from Blimpie""Nope. It is too soon for it to be Blimpie, I knew that hot dog looked funny to me today""A funny looking hot dog? Isn't that an oxymoron? How does a hot dog look any different than it usually does?" I ask as he runs off to the bathroom. Let me tellTuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-13102732962886261712010-07-26T12:57:00.000-07:002010-07-26T13:14:53.539-07:00My RulesBelieve in somethingDon't look back to feel sorry for yourself, look back to see how far you have come and to learn somethingNotice the little things- they are usually most importantListen to what your mom says because she is usually rightHate is not the opposite of love, it takes too much energy. They are closely related and each mean you care. Indifference is the true opposite of loveAlways Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-69098208137327402582010-07-09T16:52:00.000-07:002010-07-12T16:15:29.349-07:00For RWhen I was pregnant with my twins, I thought they were both girls. When I found out baby A was a boy I was very surprised, it was if I never knew I could create one of those. Maybe I was just hoping for a girl. Boy did I get one. R is sweet and spice and everything nice- sometimes. I read once that a mother daughter relationship is tough because you see all of their faults as your own. Maybe thatTuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-20195402935421636172010-06-29T13:43:00.000-07:002010-06-29T14:04:47.658-07:00Where I Am Now.I often wonder if most people are like me, constantly examining where they are in their lives? Am I where I should be? Am I content? Do I do things differently from now on? Being honest with myself, I stayed a stay at home mom for too long. I needed something else to occupy my time and brain. I thought being home with the kids 24/7 was what they needed but what about what I needed? I like where ITuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-52959670794889217212010-06-16T05:54:00.001-07:002010-07-12T16:00:40.536-07:00Pasta, Babyhe Wanna vote for this cutie? He and I would appreciate the prize and will reward you with more cute belly photos in the future. You can vote for him (every day :)) Here:http://ronzonismarttaste.newworldpasta.com/blogger/you can also find great recipes on the Ronzoni site as well as be a fan on facebook. Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-33328836643900491862010-06-14T15:39:00.000-07:002010-06-14T17:04:55.803-07:00Summer TimeI never dread the end of school. I love my kids and it isn't until week 3 of summer vacation that I get exasperated by the lack of being able to occupy their days what with the 349,347 toys and games they have. I love summer and not being rushed or have the whole day to explore with each other. This summer is a little different as R & L will be going to camp M-F from 9-3 while I work and L is at Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-39530276260259293772010-06-07T09:39:00.000-07:002010-06-07T16:26:09.960-07:00My Big Wet SurpriseLast Saturday I decidded to go to a mall in my hometown. I say a mall because there are no less than 3 malls in my town. I went with my three kids in tow for a fun day of shopping and bonding. The baby decided he needed "more milk, momma" so off to Whole Foods which is attached to the mall, we went. I bought him some milk, in addition to a couple of other things and we got on the check out Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-64527948321621801552010-06-02T05:54:00.001-07:002010-06-02T05:59:28.841-07:00Wordless WednesdayTuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-12906065446802335832010-05-17T15:48:00.001-07:002010-05-17T16:05:29.071-07:00The New MeThis time of year makes me the most melancholy. As if that explains what I am thinking and doing now in my life. It is that first day of spring where you have your windows open all day, and at dusk the cool breeze blows hard down your back and makes you want a sweater but you keep the windows open a little longer? That day makes me melancholy. Maybe wistful. I feel better about myself than I haveTuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-23256133777233686162010-05-10T14:48:00.001-07:002010-05-10T17:13:05.127-07:00Points Of InterestAre my kids the only ones that are fascinated with the Empire Carpet commercial? The twins would always stop what they were doing to watch when they heard that jingle and know K loves it as well. I never thought I would ever want plastic surgery but these dark circles under my eyes make me look tired all the time. If I could get rid of them quickly I would! My boss is even considering having Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-62980262824495511262010-05-04T13:45:00.000-07:002010-05-04T13:52:17.180-07:00MarriageThis year E and I will be married for ten years. That still hasn't sunk in yet. Ten years is a long time and I still feel like I was on my honeymoon 3 years ago. I know I was ready to get married. We had been dating for awhile, we talked about marriage and I never got cold feet. I think I had done enough in my single life that I have no regrets, but I wonder what you think is a "must do" Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com4