tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52412670179817922002010-02-01T17:58:08.115-05:00Random Thoughts of an opinionated mouthSommernoreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-22305348737011822102009-08-27T21:37:00.002-04:002009-08-27T21:42:22.631-04:00

Today is a year since my life changed forever. I was laid off after 14 years.Im happier now, but it did take a while to a) find a job b) get back into a groove C) and realize i would have never left if not pushed.So i go to work everyday, knwing that idont have to deal with office politics, and more often than not, one of the guys brings in some Brooklyn bagels.. nothing better than that. I laugh

Sommernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-38267673850114041092009-05-15T20:38:00.006-04:002009-05-15T20:55:11.909-04:00

Here is the poem we put on the back of my fathers prayer card. It touches me so much. When I first read it, at the funeral parlor, the same day of his death, it made me SOB. It still makes me cry but for different reasons. I feel as if he is actually saying these words to me. Thats who he was to me. The one who helped me see a different way to everything. He would use words in the right sense to

Sommernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-77861757747000669372009-05-03T21:33:00.001-04:002009-05-03T21:34:54.677-04:00

I have one poem for you that I ran across while doing my thank yous and wanted to share it with you.Love all whom you hold dearPrecious is the time you shareDo not wait for tomorrowFor tomorrow may not be...

Sommernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-60968967482630123802009-04-21T13:32:00.005-04:002009-05-15T20:56:47.026-04:00

Daddy, I will miss you so much. You were the most amazing man I have ever known! No man will ever compare to you. The things you did, the people you met, the stories you told were just incredible.You loved life. You loved to cook, and garden and fish. You loved to help people and loved being around people. You went through so many difficult things in your life its amazing you were still such an 

Sommernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-64736741067612772152009-04-03T21:23:00.003-04:002009-04-03T21:38:23.938-04:00

OK ok so i havent been the best blogger around, i ve been slacking.. but for good reasons.First there was finishing up painting the dining room, then there was the purging of the basement junk, then there was my daughters 2nd birthday, then there was an interview and some return phone calls here and there, then there was zumba class every thursday and then i started my new job, then my husbands

Sommernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-68490094332138753392009-01-19T20:36:00.002-05:002009-01-19T20:37:37.985-05:00

Somewhere deep inside me, I know that im destined for big things. Maybe no Broadway, or the top of the billboards, but something that fits me, my style and personality. Right now, in the midst of finding a new job, or a job at all..lol, im trying to find that big thing. Something that will make me happy. A friendly, hard working, company that rocks the socks off of people. I want something in my

Sommernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-82965881457830481162009-01-03T13:14:00.004-05:002009-01-09T12:44:44.046-05:00

Two of the things i hate are now OVER. Buying gifts, and hosting a party. :)Both of which I had to do this Holiday season.The gifts were pretty easy this year. No one really wanted anything, and no one really had any money to spend on frivolous gifts that people wont use. So it all worked out.Then after xmas, i decided i didnt want to stay home and sleep during the ball drop like i did last year.

Sommernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-12637205033787340272008-12-23T12:29:00.002-05:002008-12-23T12:39:46.485-05:00

Time has not been my friend lately, with the holidays here. How did i ever do all this housework, take care of the kid, cook and still have time to work and shop for the holidays? I dont know.So the holidays are a time of family and friends and giving not receiving. Also, i was reminded, as i past a baptist church the other day, Its a not a holiday, but a celebration of the birth of Jesus. Yeah

Sommernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-49895725988381813872008-11-29T21:51:00.003-05:002008-11-29T22:12:32.809-05:00

So now that im sorta passed the anger stage. Im now trying to figure out what to do with myself career-wise.Ive never had the chance, as most people do, in college, to have tons of time to think about what I want to do. So in between my daughters tantrums, and being a house wife (oh joy) i try and think about what i really would like to do.Would i like to, just get a job that pays well, that is

Sommernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-33659739380447513122008-11-23T00:05:00.002-05:002008-11-23T00:09:55.218-05:00

Ya know what I hate? Biters!BITE-Rs  (for those that cant imagine how to say that word)It means a copy cat. You are a biter.Im just late-night-venting over something i read on another blog that i frequent, that links to another blog that is linked from their blog, to ANOTHER blog, with a story that all started with MY IDEA!..LOLRAH!BITERS!

Sommernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-46359094212989533062008-11-11T21:36:00.005-05:002008-11-11T21:48:15.897-05:00

So I just got home from having dinner with my two lovely NJ girlfriends. We were talking about hang over remedies and I mentioned that mine is a chocolate egg cream.To my complete amazement, they have never tried, or heard of an egg cream before. They asked, what IS it? Why is it called an egg cream if it doesn't have eggs..lolI wondered how they have never heard of it, since almost every diner

Sommernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-85447196700452099352008-11-05T22:57:00.003-05:002008-11-06T20:01:01.610-05:00

My generation has spoken. They want something different in a president.The First black, no half black, president was elected. This is a historical time. Im so proud of our country.Lets hope, that this will not only, change the government and economy, etc, but that it maybe, maybe gets those right wing, racist people, who just keep reliving their great great grandparents lives to think, hey maybe

Sommernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-47886276974587890882008-10-29T13:03:00.005-04:002008-10-29T13:21:03.319-04:00

VoteThat should be on everyones mind this week! I have a few things I want to say.If youre not voting, because you dont like either candidates, at least vote for the lesser of two evils. Especially as a woman, we fought to have the right to vote in this country, and its my duty as an american woman to vote!I am very excited for this Tuesday. I havent been more excited for an election than I am

Sommernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-74135627651175462802008-10-20T21:22:00.004-04:002008-10-20T21:33:19.766-04:00

Anger is one word to describe how I have been feeling.Should I feel angry? Most say no, let it go. But, in a way, I think I need to feel it. Get it out and move on. I have been saying no, be positive, things happen for a reason. While I do believe things, do ultimately happen for a reason, Im stuck with the practicality of life problems weighing down my positive thoughts.The economy is awful,

Sommernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-43375192480384818112008-09-26T20:21:00.002-04:002008-09-26T20:34:53.010-04:00

I love scars. I mean I dont love for people to have them cause you know it was something hard they went through, but they definitely give you character. If I could I would ask everyone I see with a visible scar, how they got them.Myself, I have a lot. I was a tom boy and my knees tell that story, as well as my elbows and even my face.The face story? Well, when I first started working full time in

Sommernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-49647525399355271852008-09-22T20:56:00.002-04:002008-09-22T21:11:04.669-04:00

The hardest job ever on this planet is a stay-at-home-mother.I only have one child, and its killing me. Dont get me wrong, I LOVE my daughter with ALL my heart and soul, but having no breaks, day in and day out is tough. The tiny patience i do have, it literally GONE by 4 o'clock, and i have one of the "good" kids. Or so other mothers say she is.Making 3 meals a day, plus snacks, dealing with

Sommernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-40899835936185270792008-09-11T08:49:00.003-04:002008-09-11T08:54:15.947-04:00

I woke up at about 840 and for some reason put on 1010 wins instead of z100. I heard a small plane had hit the World trade, they didn't think anything of it. I looked out my window (i lived in Brooklyn at the time) and saw a HUGE gapping hole in one of the towers and thought to myself... Yeah they could fix that right???? Total denial.I called my boss and just said hey i dont think im gonna come

Sommernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-3776309574448236762008-09-03T20:36:00.004-04:002008-09-04T06:52:16.525-04:00

So after months of feeling the pressure at work, of them nit picking at every little thing, I was let go. JOY!Not really.Im mean i know i was looking for something else, but i didnt want it to go like this. I wanted to leave on my terms, good terms. It was an awful day, last Thursday. After hearing from a friend, and coworker that they laid off 12 people on Wednesday,  and i was off that day, i

Sommernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-28635039879836750702008-08-22T13:42:00.003-04:002008-08-22T14:14:29.577-04:00

That is the one word that i think of when i talk about Brooklyn. Im proud im from brooklyn. I grew up there, my husband grew up there, Both our families grew up there, and most of our really good friends are from there.Im proud of everything it is, was, and will be. Im proud of the diversity, culture, arts and especially the food.So when I hear big names like Heath Ledger and the Real World

Sommernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-16004151969952171212008-08-19T10:06:00.005-04:002008-08-19T13:13:41.895-04:00

Another birthday for me. Im getting up there. I had a wonderful day with my family at the Bronx Zoo It was such a beautiful day. We saw my favorite animals, lemurs, and Lily had a ball! After that we went to my favorite Burger joint Jackson Hole, ate a huge burger, and lily had her first taste of a new york Egg Cream! She hates fizzy drinks,, but loved the egg cream. Thats my girl!Every year on

Sommernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-51301033651355634092008-08-15T08:53:00.005-04:002008-08-15T09:15:14.096-04:00

So there was a news article on the elevator TV thingy yesterday, how in the year 2042 minorities will become the majority population. Isnt that great? Im not being facetious either. I, myself am mixed up of german, irish, polish and lithuanian. ( Yup LITH-U-AN-IAN, LOL) Yes that is still considered "caucasian", but Im mixed. My husband, is half black half polish. My daughter, my poor daughter, is

Sommernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-24454196236866028712008-08-06T09:35:00.006-04:002008-08-06T09:52:40.974-04:00

Ok so I haven't posted in a while cause the one thing that was on my mind I really didn't want to get into, Politics. But after seeing a certain video I had to!I think there should be an age limit on who runs for the presidency. There are ages limits for everything, except positions in office. Which to me, seem most crucial. And there is an age limit in order to RUN for presidency which is

Sommernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-38241493861704664492008-07-23T08:55:00.003-04:002008-07-23T09:13:49.097-04:00

I love talking philosophy. How we got here, why we are here, the reality of the reality, if we can ever be fully happy? I have always thought about things in a different light then what teachers and books tell us, even what religion tells us to believe. I have made up my own theories and I stand by them. Everyday I continue to elaborate on the basic theories I have come up with. Sometimes I talk

Sommernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-34366794573971562402008-07-07T09:09:00.005-04:002008-07-07T15:32:34.254-04:00

For 31 years now, i can count on one hand how many times i have missed watching the Macys Fireworks in person. When I was really young, my father happened to know the guy in the lumber yards right on the East river. Only a few blocks from where we lived. We would climb the huge piles of lumber and sit there and watch the fireworks. I cant remember a more amazing time as a kid. I still try to 

Sommernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241267017981792200.post-14202120674391597852008-07-02T14:34:00.008-04:002008-07-02T15:17:56.951-04:00

Yesterday, a bunch of coworkers and I headed over to see the installation "Playing the Building." My coworker, and friend, actually happens to write a blog for Creative Time, in addition to his own blog, Heart as Arena and thats how we got our special invitation."Creative Time presents Playing the Building, a 9,000-square-foot, interactive, site-specific installation by renowned artist David

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