The Road to Hell?

28 Aug 2012 6 Comments

by wifemothereventplanner in Brave New World Tags: , , , , , , , ,

So tomorrow, at 6:30am, my little girl starts high school.  Yes. I know. High School.

But….but…she was just born yesterday. How did this happen? Make it stop.

At the beginning of the summer, she started talking about getting her cartilage pierced. Then she talked about it for 90 days and 2,160 minutes non-stop.

Last week, mission accomplished. Finally.

What I forgot to tell her was to ease our family into it.  Most of her aunts, cousins, etc. love it. But some folks, aka MY MOTHER, were mortified. Why? Why? She asked. She didn’t say it – but I knew what she was thinking. This is an open door, this is the start of delinquency, what’s next – Crack? No. No. And No.

Between you, me and the world – I had no issues with it.  Dating, Facebook, the World Wide Web? I have issues with. A second earring? Not so much.  My two cents on this –  as long as she’s a good human being in the world and isn’t hurting herself or anyone else (and not a crack addict) – go for it.

Her Dad was a little more reluctant and unsure, but he knows she’s a good kid and went for it (ok, he didn’t go for it but he didn’t block the door).  We’ll take it.

You know what they say about big earrings….

07 Jun 2012 4 Comments

by wifemothereventplanner in Brave New World Tags: , , , , , ,

We are having a neighborhood yard sale on Saturday, and like a glutton for punishment I’ve signed up again (technically I forgot to sign-up but my responsible neighbor who knew I wanted to participate did it for me – soon there will be a blog titled,”people who carry me through life.”).

What I forget every year is that I live with the ultimate thrower-outer.  We have no extra stuff.  I’ve told you all – we hardly have stuff.

So I decided to go through my jewelry and maybe get rid of some of the outdated pieces.  As I’m sitting on my bed, digging through, reminiscing about where/how/with whom I wore each thing, my girl bounces in the room and says,” you know what you should write a blog about? How you love really big earrings.”

What? I wear really big earrings? No. Stop it. I wear normal earrings. They aren’t what you would call dainty or demure – but really big? Was that a complement? Was she trying to tell me something? Should I be worried? Nah. My earrings are all regular sized.  Nothing to see here folks. Move along.

Except for these….

And these are a tad big, I admit it.

And maybe these are slightly on the larger end….statement pieces is how I like to think of them.

I knew these were big but I bought them for special occasions. Like going to the grocery store.

Ok those are not bracelets – those things are massive. Taylor Dayne big (anyone? anyone?).  Point taken.  I wear really big earrings.

Nana Nana Boom Boom

23 May 2012 4 Comments

by wifemothereventplanner in Brave New World Tags: , , , , , , , ,

This is my husband’s beloved Nana.  She passed a few years back but he talks about her all the time.  She was one of the first family members that I met (besides his sister, who was there from the beginning- holla!).

There are a lot of  Nana stories that my husband and I share with our kids. Her Easter dinner. The many many summers he and his sister spent with Nana in New Jersey.  The Ukrainian heritage she shared proudly and loudly with anyone who came in contact with her.

I loved Nana too.  She reminded me of my grandparents.  Stoic and strong, completely living for her family.

I was a little bit of a mystery to her.

I didn’t eat meat (not even Ham!), I was….you know….brown.  Plus my boy had never brought a gal pal home to her before.    But she made me feel so welcome and loved – from the minute I met her.

My favorite Nana story:  She loved having us over for the night. She’d cook up a storm – I’d eat some rye bread.  It was fantastic.  Then we’d watch a little basic cable and get ready for bed.  Because Nana, like her apartment, was old school, I slept with her in her bed.  Her grandson slept on the coach in the living room. To make me feel comfortable, and completely at home – she would always say the same thing,” if you need to make boom, you make boom.”  At first I was embarrassed.  I’m not good with “boom” stuff.  I’ve never liked “boom” humor, or “boom” references.  But then I realized it was just Nana.  She just wanted me to enjoy my time there, making “boom” or not.

Side note:  Sorry about the blurry pic, but please note my jazzy dragon earrings and roll neck sweater.  You can’t see it clearly, but I was also wearing a Cancer crab ring.  I was like a J.Crew-biker chick combo.