Potts Plus

2005 World Press Winners

2006-03-30T11:02:00.000-06:00

Feeding Centre, Nigeria

Guards, North Korea

Diver Underwater, Santa Clara

Ballet School, Sweden

Fruit Bats, Zambia

After the Tsunami

Commemoration of the Tsunami Victims, Thailand

Painting Village, Shenz

Ballet Class, Alexandra Township

At the Horse Races, Australia

Man and Hyena, Nigeria

Diving Competition, Montreal

Casket Arrives, Reno

Boy Helps Father, Sierra Leone

Knocked up...

2006-03-28T15:07:00.000-06:00

I mentioned in my previous post that I was feeling a bit “off”. It was my excuse for being a lazy, slacker and not posting. Well guess what, it was for real. I’m pregnant. Again. Man, that Kevin has some super demon sperm. That or I am one fertile bitch. Let’s just call this little guy a pleasant surprise. (I’m SURE it’s a boy.)

We are both excited (& yet crapping our pants at the same time) to have a new addition to our family. However, I am not excited about being pregnant. I HATE being pregnant. I gain tons of weight (just what I need, right?), get such bad indigestion that I have to sleep sitting up, have horrible skin issues, lose my hair and am permanently grumpy. Sounds hot, right? Lucky Kevin. I do not find pregnancy to be a wonderful, beautiful experience. I can’t stand it! I just want the kid out of me. I wish I could skip the whole pregnancy part and just get the kid. (I guess that would be called adoption, no?)

I can’t wait for Nathan to have a partner in crime. They can climb on the kitchen table together and do all sorts of other bad things to drive me insane. Speaking of Nathan, I think it’s pretty undeniable that he is a freakishly good-looking kid. It’s just not normal. Can you imagine this poor bastard having to be compared to that? Let’s just pray to the genetic jackpot God that this kid wins too or he might have to be in therapy by the time he is 3. If this kid turns out as cute as Nathan, I think Kevin and I will need to start selling babies on eBay. I think we could make some big bucks.

I am very early in the pregnancy (baby due end of November), so I hope I didn’t just do some voodoo-jinx shit by telling everyone, but I’m excited and couldn’t hold it in.

I think 3 kids means that I am now officially a breeder. Scary.

Note to self: get tubes tied.

Long time, no post...

2006-03-23T21:57:00.000-06:00

I have no excuse for not posting lately. I just haven’t felt like it. I’ve been feeling a bit “off” lately. I won’t bore you with the details. I’ll just leave it at that and apologize for being such a slacker.

Life has been crazy around here. Lauren switched soccer teams 2 weeks ago. Soccer is a huge part of this household (3-4 days a week), so when such a major change happens, it stirs things up quite a bit. The switch is a definite upgrade, as they are ranked pretty high in the state and very high in the Kansas City area. Her first game with them was last weekend and she played awesome! I was very proud.

My parents were in town last weekend from Philadelphia. They came to celebrate Lauren’s birthday. It was a very short trip. Less than 72 hours. However, my stepmother did more in that 72 hours than I usually do in 3 months. She shopped galore, fixed stuff around our house, put stuff together and played with the kids. She must take some serious speed, as no normal human being could perform at her pace. (Not joking)

It was so nice to see my dad. Even though he is totally neurotic…I still miss him like crazy. He’s always been my rock and it’s very hard for me not to have him around. He’s an awesome grandfather too. It’s nice to see him enjoy the kids so much.

That’s it for now. I promise to be much more entertaining in the very near future, I just don’t have it in me right now. I’m so tired. Love to all.

Laguna Bi-otch

2006-03-23T13:51:00.000-06:00

For your viewing pleasure...

2006-03-15T21:17:00.000-06:00

Can you guess who's ass this is?

Forgiveness

2006-03-08T16:19:00.001-06:00

Forgiveness is something I have always struggled with. I am ashamed to admit this, but I am one to hold a grudge for a very long time. People who deeply hurt me are usually cut from my life forever. In general, I have a one-strike policy. I know this is a tough standard to live by and even tougher standard for other people to live by, but it is how I cut the “fat” from my life. To sort the good from the bad.

I am currently in a situation where someone who has hurt and betrayed me in the past has re-entered my life. I’m very apprehensive to re-establish this relationship because my heart still carries the scars of the past wrongdoings. I am really struggling as to whether or not to give this person a second chance. I know the right thing to do is to forgive, but as a flawed human being…it’s just not that easy.

As I am getting older, I am learning that life is too short to hold grudges and I should just forgive and move on, but does anyone know the secret formula to make that happen easily…because I don’t.

Oscar thoughts...

2006-03-06T14:14:00.000-06:00

The Oscars are boring to me. I really don’t care who wins. Hollywood has way too many award shows. The movie industry really is the most narcissistic professional community around. Can you imagine doctors or teachers having that many ceremonies to give themselves awards? If anyone really deserves public accolades, wouldn’t it be them? Anyway...

I do like to watch the Oscars for one reason and one reason only…the fashion.

First off, I thought Michelle Williams stole the show. She by far looked the best. Her dress was beautiful and her hair and make-up were stunning. She really couldn’t have looked more radiant. I thought it was a tie for the worst dressed. (besides the obvious Helena Bonham-Carter) The worst dressed honor in my eyes was shared between Charlize Theron and Naomi Watts. Charlize usually nails it on the head. Normally she looks stunning. Last night she looked ridiculous. I know the Oscars are boring, but did she really need that pillow attached to her shoulder? And the dress didn’t even fit her properly. Naomi is usually either dead on or dead off. Unfortunetly, she was dead off last night. Yikes.

Jessica Alba looked gross. She looked WAY too skinny and her hair looked like a style my 82-year-old grandmother would wear. She really needs to go eat some cheeseburgers and give Ken Paves a call. Although too skinny, Nicole Kidman looked beautiful. I also thought Uma Thurman, Felicity Huffman and Selma Hayek looked great.

Reese Witherspoon looked a little old in that dress, but she really could not have been any cuter. Her speech was by far the best and most endearing of the night.

The men bore me. Not much they can do with their tux. However, Will Smith did stand out to me. His tux was cool. He’s a tool, but his stylist picked a nice tuxedo. (I couldn't find a good pic.)

I thought Jon Stewart did well. I have always liked him and totally have a secret crush on him. He’s funny as shit on The Daily Show and was entertaining last night. I want his babies.

Lily Tomlin is fuckin awesome. I first fell in love with her in The Incredible Shrinking Woman and then Nine to Five. I totally want to hang out with her. She is seriously the epitome of cool.

One thing that really annoyed me was that they played music the entire time during people’s speeches. What the hell was that about? I found it very distracting and seemed somewhat rude. Bad decision on the producers’ part.

All in all, it was boring, but at least I got to see Jennifer Gardner trip.

Michelle Williams was my pick for best dressed.

Honorable mentions:

Nicole Kidman

Felicity Huffman. The dress was ok, but she looked awesome close up. She's 43 and she looked hot!

Uma Thurman

Selma Hayek

The obviously bad.

Helena Bonham-Carter

The suprisingly bad.

Charlize Thernon

Naomi Watts

The "you're so skinny you're going to die any second award" goes to:

Jessica Alba.

The over "overrated award" goes to:

Kiera Knightley. Nice fake hair.

The "I wore a matronly dress, but I'm still so cute award" goes to:

Reese Witherspoon

This one is for Alli...

2006-03-02T22:08:00.000-06:00

RE: I do dumb shit.

Let me just preface this by saying that this is THE MOST embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me in my life. I cannot believe I am blogging about this!!! I am only doing so because I have never laughed so hard in my entire life and thought it would be greedy to keep such a funny ass story to myself. I was laughing so hard that I was literally on the floor, snorting, had some spit fly out and got such bad stomach cramps from laughing so hard that I thought I would need to seek medical treatment. Really, it’s one to go in the record books. I doubt I will ever top it in my entire life.

Ok, this is the situation. As you all know, the hubby is out of town this week on business. When he is gone I really miss him. I call him, email him and send him pictures of the kids. Blah, blah, blah. I also thought it would be fun to email him a “provocative” picture of me (I’m just that kind of wife.), as he is the only person in the whole universe that actually likes my body. Send nudy pics to husband while he’s away…fun, right? No big deal.

I whipped off my top and Daniele got the camera out. We turned on Kylie Minogue’s “Can’t get you out of my Head” really loud. Then we locked the door and she started directing me. She moved my hair one way, then another and arranged my body in every position possible and started taking pictures. She told me to channel Tawny Kitaen from the Whitesnake video…and I did. I need to tell you that we were in tears while doing this because we were laughing so hard. This is something that you could only do with your very best girlfriend in the entire world!!!!! Even through all of the laughter, I must say… the picture actually turned out very hot.

This is where the “big deal” part comes in. I BCC myself on most emails I send people. Reason one is that I like to know that the email actually went through. I can’t figure out another way to do that on Hotmail. Reason two being that Hotmail does not automatically keep the email you send unless you check a little box at the bottom, which I ALWAYS forget to check, so I just BCC myself so I have a copy of the email. It’s a system that has always worked for me up until this point.

Let me give you some back-story. My husband’s very religious aunt and I have the exact same name. First, middle and last. Her email address and mine are the exact same except she uses another service. Do you see where I am going here? I accidentally BCC’d her instead of me on the email with the “provocative” picture. No “recall message” offered on Hotmail. Now, I have no proof that she received the email (I haven’t heard from her yet), but I did hit send and I never received it in my email account, so that could only mean one thing. I must have sent it to her address instead of mine. Holy shit, right!!!

I freaked out a bit at first; for about 10 minutes and then I laughed so hard I almost vomited. It’s seriously the most embarrassing moment in my life.

Aren’t you glad you asked Alli! It’s a doozy.

Come home now

2006-03-02T10:43:00.000-06:00

I apologize for not writing a lot this week, but it’s been crazy around here with the hubby out of town. The baby is a full-time job. He really is exhausting. Luckily, we’ve had beautiful weather for the past few days, so we have been able to take him outside a lot. Also helpful is the fact that my BGF Daniele is here. She’s keeping my sanity intact. I think I would be six feet under now if she weren’t here.

Daniele and I are hitting the town tomorrow night. God only knows what kind of trouble we are going to get into. Boy, do I have stories I could tell you of all of our previous escapades. (Some funny shit, so maybe I’ll write about them??)

I really miss my husband. I don’t feel whole without him. I am so ready for him to come home. Daniele and I have had some good times this week, but nothing compares to being with him. He’s my baby’s daddy and my best friend and my heart hurts without him here.

This is Daniele and I at the park yesterday. I think we scared all of the other moms away. Aren't we hot!

I do dumb shit.

2006-02-28T22:32:00.000-06:00

Seriously, it’s scary how often I do INSANELY dumb shit.

Caution: morality compromised aHEAD

2006-02-28T00:31:00.000-06:00

My husband and I don’t get out much. It’s hard because we have no family in town and it can be difficult to get a trustworthy, reliable babysitter. Luckily, we have found one that we can use occasionally, so we were able to hit the town on Saturday night.

Leave it to us to end up in a strip joint on our rare night out. Don’t most “normal” surbanite parents go to Applebee’s and a movie? What’s wrong with us?

I guess I should just fess up now that I am the one who LOVES going to titty bars. Don’t get me wrong, the hubby definitely enjoys the view, but it’s always me that begs to go to them like a 6 year old begging his mom for a candy bar at the checkout line at the grocery store.

First off, I like women’s bodies. They’re nice to look at…all curvy and soft. Yum. That part is good. I also like all of the attention I get from the women while I am there. Whether it be from the strippers or the shot girls or both, it doesn’t matter…it’s all-good. If you are a woman reading this post who has never been to a strip club, let me explain. The dancers see men 99.9% of the time. Granted, not all men are this way, but often times they are nasty, balding, fat, slimy, horrible men who leer at them with lust, grope at them, make nasty comments and are basically disgusting in every way imaginable. When a dancer sees the rare woman come in, she knows she will not be treated poorly. Therefore, you get extra attention…let’s just say “very positive attention”. It also helps that when I go to strip clubs I tip well. There is nothing I hate seeing more than a woman in a titty bar not tipping the dancers. That’s just plain rude. They are entertainers, providing a service and deserve to be paid.

I also like the fact that a strip club is basically a bar with visual entertainment. Generally speaking, whenever I go to a bar I am bored within the first five minutes. I don’t like to drink all that much and there is only so much people-watching you can do without looking like a stalker. A strip club provides you with GREAT people-watching, entertainment and a bar atmosphere. It fulfills all my needs for a spicy night on the town every now and then. Let me emphasize every now and then. This is not something I could do often. It’s like rich chocolate; you can only eat so much before you start to feel full.

It was a fun night out that I TOTALLY needed. So thank you to all the strippers in the world for letting us enjoy your boobies.

Hindsight is 20/20

2006-02-24T11:44:00.000-06:00

After watching the ice-skating debacle last night, it leaves me wondering what Michelle Kwan is thinking right now. My guess would be that she is kicking herself in the ass for withdrawing from the Olympics. Yes, she has a pulled groin, but apparently Sasha had a bum groin muscle too.

I think Michelle could have pulled it off. (Even with the bad groin.) Yes, she fell short in the past 2 Olympics, but her 9 wins in the US Figure Skating Championships and her 5 wins in the World Figure Skating Championships have proven that she is not a choke artist. She knows how to win. Michelle on her worst day could have performed better than those women last night.

As I have told my friend Shane, I did not think that Arakawa's performance was gold medal worthy. She won the gold medal because she was the best of the worst. Yes, she didn’t fall, but she lacked any artistry and her performance was very safe. She did choose a great piece of music though, which I really think helped the crowd get into it.

I didn’t think there was a gold medal performance at all last night. It was a sad Olympic moment for me, but I guess I have to look towards the future skaters and hope for the best. My prediction is that Kimmie Meissner will always out shine Emily Hughes. I think Kimmie will be the future of American skating. So here’s hoping the 2010 Olympics will be better.

Yummy

2006-02-23T15:08:00.000-06:00

Spaz meets sap...

2006-02-22T22:45:00.000-06:00

I am such a dork. There are times I cry while watching sporting events. The ones that really get me are football, baseball and ice-skating. I totally shed a few tears while watching Sasha Cohen skate her short program in the Olympics. She was just so good. She is known for choking in the big moments when she needs to do well, so I was just so happy to watch her succeed.

I love watching sports. However, I am very emotional when I do watch them. I yell at the T.V., stomp my feet in frustration, pace in the living room and yes, cry when my favorite team or athlete does well. My husband thinks I am a lunatic, but I don’t care. There is something about sports that just gets to me.

It takes a village

2006-02-21T23:09:00.000-06:00

I feel like a mother’s worst critic is another mother. Being a mom myself, I know how judgmental I can be sometimes about other mothers parenting skills. I am ashamed and embarrassed to admit that, but unfortunately it’s true. If I see a 2 year old with a binky permanently in his mouth, I roll my eyes and secretly bash the mom for letting such a thing occur. If I see a mom giving her 17-month-old soda out of a bottle, I am appalled. I frequently see and hear other mother’s do exactly what I am sometimes guilty of, so I know it’s not just me. I’m starting to think that if moms only stuck together we’d probably have a world filled with healthier, safer and better-adjusted children.

Maybe instead of being judgmental of each other we should help one another more. Maybe if we share the plethora of knowledge we have about child raising with each other and look after one another’s children more, we’d all be happier.

A great example is this; although I am a stay at home mom now, I previously worked when I had a young child, which makes me very aware of how hard childcare issues are to deal with. Wouldn’t it be great if I made myself available to help anyone I know in a childcare jam? I currently don’t do this. I’m an asshole. Don’t get me wrong, I would never say “no” to someone who asked for help, but I’ve never put it out in the universe that I am willing and able to help. Maybe if I did help Mary, Betty, Bob, Sally or whoever, I wouldn’t be so judgmental of them and their parenting skills because I had a personal attachment to them and their children.

I truly believe that the African proverb is right, it does take a village to raise a child. Hillary Clinton may have made that adage famous in 1996, but it’s been a concept that has been around (and been successful) for centuries. I’d love to see it implemented more in our society.

Not so much...

2006-02-20T22:19:00.000-06:00

I was asked why Angelina Jolie wasn’t on my “Wannadoo” list, as you’d think she’d be an obvious choice for me. The fact of the matter is that although she is very sexy in a, I wanna smack her ass and pull her hair really hard kind of way, I have zero desire to actually “doo” her because of the following reasons:

She’s a home wrecker.
She has too many tattoos for my personal taste.
She’s a bit kicked in.
Although I love full and supple lips, I think hers are way too big and she looks like the Joker.
To me, it always looks like she needs to take a bath.
It totally freaks me out that she made out with her brother.
I feel like if I were to have sex with her that I’d have a 99% chance of catching an STD.

I totally understand that 95% of human beings (and probably dogs too) on the planet Earth want her, just not me. To each their own.

The tat on the left is during the Billy Bob Thornton relationship and the one on the right is after they broke up. She had many surgeries to remove his name. Ouch.

Dear Design God,

2006-02-19T23:28:00.000-06:00

I would like to thank you, my genius husband, for this glorious design of my blog in my 2 favorite colors, green and purple. I could never properly articulate what a superior being you are and how I am forever humble to your greatness, so I won’t even try. I love you baby. Thanks.

Cry Me a River

2006-02-16T14:39:00.000-06:00

My husband is leaving for Seattle the last week of February for a business trip. He will be gone for 4 ½ days. For weeks I’ve been dreading him leaving for many reasons, but the main thing that was freaking me out was that I would be alone. I am ashamed to admit this, but I can’t stand being alone. I know I’m supposed to be a mature, independent woman who values her alone time, but I fuckin hate it.

Being a stay-at-home mom I’m lonely all of the time. Don’t get me wrong, I love hanging out with my son, but he doesn’t talk and he still pisses in his pants, so I don’t think that counts. My daughter is in school all day and is NEVER home even when she’s not in school, so she’s not much aid in the lonesome department. It also doesn’t help that my son has been sick pretty much all winter with one thing or another, which leaves me house bound. Basically, I go crazy from isolation.

I was talking to my BFF, Daniele (since we were 16) the other day about my hubby leaving and I basically begged her to drop everything and get her ass on a plane to come stay with me for the week. Thank God she loves me. She said “yes”. I love when Daniele visits. We have a good time whether we go out or just sit on the couch all day watching reality shows on MTV while stuffing our faces and laughing our asses off. We also talk about EVERYTHING in great detail, which is always therapeutic and/or fun. So at least I will have a band-aide for my loneliness for a week. Thanks Daniele. I really appreciate it.

Wannadoo list

2006-02-15T23:30:00.000-06:00

My top 17

Jessica Alba. I first got the hots for her in "Dark Angel" on FOX in 2000. She's one hot piece of ass. She's getting a little too skinny now though.

Beyonce Knowles truly is bootylicious. She looks so creamy.

Petra Nemcova. Sports Illustrated swimsuit model. Yum.

Brazilian Adriana Lima. Victoria Secret model.

Talisa Soto. A bond girl in License to Kill.

Helena Christensen. The first time I saw her was in a Chris Isaak video and have been hooked since.

Brooke Burke. She used do a show called Wild On on E! Entertainment television. Most recently, she was a host on Rock Star: INXS

Christina Milian. She was in some movie called Torque, which I never saw, but who cares...look at her.

Lucy Liu. She was smokin in the Charlie's Angels movies. I always picture in black leather like in the movie.

Aishwarya Rai. She is the queen of Bollywood in India. She is stunning.

Milla Jovovich. Model turned actress. I know Resident Evil was pretty popular. You know she's a total dominatrix.

Sofia Vergara. She was in the movie "Four Brothers". I didn't see it, but I've seen her before somewhere and keep her in my card catalog.

Scarlett Johansson. I was introduced to her in Lost in Translation and she just keeps getting hotter and hotter. She has the best tits ever.

Salma Hayek. I guess "From Dusk Till Dawn" made her pretty famous. Who cares...she's so sexy.

Susan Sarandon. She is so unbelievably sexy to this day. She's smart and exudes sexuality...what more could you ask for?

Catherine Zeta-Jones. Classically beautiful.

Monica Bellucci. The first movie I saw her in was "The Matrix Revolutions". I totally fell in love. There is nothing I can say to do her justice.

Honorable mentions:

A bit trashier, but still hot. Stacy Dash. She was in the movie "Clueless" as Cher's bestfriend.

Kate Beckinsale. She's pretty, but there's something about her I'm not sure about??

Susan Ward. I think the most popular movie she was in was "Wild Things 2". She's a "B" list actress, but oh so hot.

Jordana Brewster. She was in The Fast and the Furious, which I never saw.

A league of her own:

Sophia Loren. Ok, so I don't wannadoo her in 2006, but she's still sexy as hell.

So, that's my wish list. It was VERY hard, but I tried to be as tame as possible when commenting because I know that my husband's co-workers and friends might read this. (which I'm glad they do read it!) I wouldn't want to freak anyone out though. (wink)

Nasty

2006-02-12T20:01:00.000-06:00

Teri Hatcher looks like she is going to die at any minute. Someone needs to give that bitch a cookie. The picture on the left was her late last year and the picture on the right was at the Grammy's in 2006. Now don't get me wrong, I like thin women (Think Scarlett Johansson’s body type.) just as much as anyone, but isn't this crossing the line into disgusting? Teri is only 41 years old; her face looks like that of an 80 year old. It’s because she has nothing to fill it out. She is so nasty and gross it makes me want to puke. What is it with these Hollywood chicks starving themselves? Do they really think that is appealing? I could floss my teeth with her.

I know EVERYONE writes about this topic ALL OF THE TIME, but these photos shocked me. Really. Imagine screwing that…it would be like screwing a skeleton. Yuck!

As a side note: This has prompted me to create a list of all of the women I think are really hot and why. God that’s gonna be fun.

Corky?

2006-02-10T10:50:00.000-06:00

This is my dog. She eats her own poop. Is that a sign of mental retardation?

It’s truly an epidemic….

2006-02-09T15:05:00.000-06:00

One thing I forgot to add to that long ass list of things about me is that I'm a total over sharer. This really belonged in the top three of that list, as it's something that has been a perpetual problem for me as long as I can remember. It’s like a disease.

The first memory I have of this disease afflicting me is when I was around 5 years old. I told my grandmother that I had farted so loudly that I woke Blackie, her dog up. (And no, there is no racial epithet in her choice of dog name. Although he was black.) My grandmother was a very prim and proper lady who never even said the word “fart”, let alone actually let one rip. Needless to say, she was not happy with me.

It’s only gotten worse from there. At age 31, I often find myself talking to complete strangers or people that I barely know about bodily fluids, my placenta, poop, sex, drugs..you name it.

For anyone that knows me, you know what I’m talking about!!!!

Some things about me...

2006-02-08T10:05:00.000-06:00

I'm 31 years old.
I have 2 children.
One smart as hell husband.
I'm a democrat.
The moment I knew I was in love with my husband is when I caught him sliding down the stairs on his butt when he didn’t know I was around.
My favorite thing to do is read.
My second favorite thing to do is take pictures.
My favorite food is an Italian hoagie from the deli off of Bridgetown Pike in Feasterville, PA.
My favorite city that I have been to is Chicago.
My favorite place to sit is near the ocean. The ocean does something magical to me.
My first job was when I was in high school was at a Wilson's leather store.
I was born in New Brunswick, NJ.
I lived in Woodbridge, NJ as a child and could see the New York City skyline from my bus stop.
When I was a kid I worshiped Wonder Woman. My entire bedroom was Wonder Woman everything. I even wore the underroos.
I got sun poisoning as a young child, which resulted in freckles all over my body. It was even in my eyes!! I was severely burned.
My great grandfather was business partners with Thomas Edison.
My grandfather played with the Brooklyn Dodgers before WWII and left the team to join the service where he played baseball to entertain the troops.
My dad pitched all of his life and played throughout college.
My best childhood memory was a family trip to Bermuda.
My worst childhood memory was when no one showed up for my 7th birthday party.
When I was a child I wanted to become an astronaut...until the Challenger blew up. Then I wanted to go to Rwanda, Africa and work with chimpanzees like Jane Goodall or gorillas like Dian Fossey.
I was tortured in school until 8th grade. I got braces the summer before 8th grade and that gave me confidence for some reason. I was then able to tell everyone to screw off.
My first real boyfriend was named Mike. We dated for about 2 years in high school. It became "serious" when I was 17 years old.
I've been married twice. The first time was when I had just turned 19 and it lasted 8 years. I got a beautiful daughter out of it.
My second marriage is on its 3rd year and I am very happy. So far, we have made one great son together.
I left my first marriage for one reason and one reason only. I wasn't in love. On paper, he was great. Just not great for me.
My biggest fear in life is that something terrible happens to one of my children. I couldn't live without them.
My biggest regret in life is that I got married so young. I wish I could have lived for me for a couple of years.
The best days of my life were when I gave birth to my children.
The worst day of my life was September 11th. September 11th 2001 because of the terrorist attacks. It took me a solid 2 years to not think about it everyday and September 11th 2005 because that is the day my 1-year-old son got a second degree burn on his little body. I hate that fuckin day.
Where I was on 9-11-2001: I was at work. I happened to work with my husband. It was VERY early in our relationship. There was a bar on the first floor of our building where we all watched the horror unfold on television. We were working in a suburb of Philadelphia at the time. It was the most beautiful day weather wise. They weren’t letting you pick up your children from school, so we went to my father’s house. That was the first day he met my dad. After hours of watching the news, we decided that we needed a TV break. We went to Sal’s for a slice of pizza and then to the park. We sat on a blanket by the lake. After long discussions about the day’s events the conversation turned to us and our relationship. We ended up making love right there in the park and it was the day that our relationship grew leaps and bounds. I will never forget that day for the rest of my life…for many reasons.
My perfect day would consist of the following: sleeping in, waking up to my husband bringing me coffee and a bagel in bed, have some sex and a snuggle, reading in bed until I felt like getting up, walking through town to browse the shops, eating lunch at an outdoor cafe, getting ice cream, going home to my clean house to pick the kids up for us all to hang out on a blanket at the park, come home exhausted and veg out on the couch to watch the Chiefs beat Denver 42-0, take a candle lit bath and then going to bed for some more sex and a snuggle. Then sleep. I'm pretty easy to please.
My favorite possession is my camera.
The possession I most desire is a Tacori ring.
My dad is my hero.
The characteristic I most admire in a person is wit.
The characteristic I most despise in a person in fakeness.
The sexiest thing about a person to me is intelligence.
My favorite person to be with is my husband.
I am an east coast girl at heart. I will never be happy living in the midwest.
I think women are more physically attractive then men.
My best friend is Daniele.
My worst enemy is my weight.
I am a bad drunk.
I've always thought I was better at playing sports than I actually am.
I have good hair.
I still am confused about my religious beliefs. I'm not sure about the whole Jesus thing. I definitely believe in some higher power, I'm just not sure what.
I read way too much chick lit.
Coca-Cola...NEVER Pepsi.
My favorite “intelligent” show was Six Feet Under.
My favorite mentally retarded show is Laguna Beach.
I think the sexiest female actress is Catherine Zeta-Jones.
I think the sexiest male actor is Patrick Stewart. (Captain Jean-Luc Picard from Star Trek the Next Generation.)
The only famous person I’ve ever met was Billy Joel.
My favorite band is Coldplay.
I listen to Howard Stern.
I generally have a good sense for people. I usually know if I am going to like you within the first 5 seconds of meeting you.
I guess I can be too judgmental at times.
The most important lesson I want to teach my daughter is to be a strong, independent person and an independent thinker. And not to take crap from anyone.
The most important lesson I want to teach my son is how to love.
If a genie were to grant me three wishes I would wish to be smarter, for my children to always be healthy and safe and for eternal happiness.
If I could meet one person, I would want to meet Nelson Mandela. I think he would be pretty inspirational.
I hope I live to see a female president for the United States.
My dream job would be to work in a book-publishing house where I would be a professional reader. That’s the person that reads all of the manuscripts submitted and recommends the good ones to be considered for publishing.
When I was a kid I LOVED the movie Annie. (I never saw the play.) I used to go around pretending I was her and singing all of the songs. I think I still know all of the words.
I hated being pregnant. I did not glow. I didn’t think it was a wonderful, beautiful experience. I gained tons of weight, could barely walk and had to sleep sitting up because I had such bad indigestion.
I was a latchkey kid.
I haven’t been to many concerts, but I did see the following: Michael Jackson (Thriller tour), The Rolling Stones, Rush, Yes, Billy Joel and Elton John, Madonna, U2 (a couple of times), Britney Spears (because my daughter used to love her), Sarah McLachlan and Coldplay.
Some of my favorite movies are: Lost in Translation, Moulin Rouge, American Beauty, Office Space, Airplane (the original), Pleasantville, High Fidelity, Garden State and The Matrix (the original).
If I am successful at only one thing, I hope it is that I am a good mother.

To blog or not to blog?

2006-02-07T22:46:00.000-06:00

I always felt that blogging about your life and your thoughts seemed a bit narcissistic. Why the hell does anyone give a shit what you think? My feelings started to change when I began reading an acquaintances blog and realized how much I was learning about him. His blog made me like him even more than I already did. I enjoyed getting his insight into books, movies, technology and life in general. It gave me a glimpse into him and his life that I probably would never have gotten to see otherwise. People are always much more uninhibited when they write compared to when they converse face to face with someone. That's what makes writing so alluring. On a different and more self-absorbed note, I also began to think what a great creative outlet it could be and what a great way of getting things off of your chest. A bit of creative freedom and a bit therapy wrapped in one package. Sounds good to me. So here I am.

I have no clue where this blog will lead. My life is not that exciting right now. I am a stay at home mom. I have a 16-month-old son and an 11-year-old daughter. (I'll explain the age gap some other time I'm sure.) I love reading, taking pictures, music, bad television and of course my family. I am embarrassed to admit that I am gripped by pop culture. I know way too much about Jessica Simpson and any other ho who is on the cover of US magazine. I watch entirely too much reality TV and I'm quite familiar with the cast of Laguna Beach. I know, I need help. One day I will grow up.