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gratitude-a-thon day 147: new: small bites friday

June 21, 2013June 21, 2013UncategorizedLeave a Comment

And the gratitude-a-thon presents a new feature: Small Bites Friday: little gratitudes in a one sentence.

(p.s. not sure why, but my links don’t show up in another color, so you know they are links, but if you hover over the key words on most of these “bites,” you’ll find a link. I will get on this immediately, or at least before next friday.)

James Gandolfini is dead at 51. But Tony Soprano will live forever.

Kim & Kanye names their daughter North, making her full name North West. Makes me want to head South.

I will be on Martha’s Vineyard one week from today! It is one of my favorite places in the galaxy.

Hearing is magic.

Abercrombie & Fitch takes another hit, thanks to Taylor Swift fans. Yay!

Makeup and sunscreen. The marriage is a good one.

The weather in New England right now is pure bliss.

First Night in Boston is going out of business. I hope someone saves it.

The bad news: I have to say goodbye to my really pretty faucet today (which has been leaking a waterfall for a month and has been discontinued). The good news: The new faucet is not as pretty, but will not leak. (Freaking hallelujah!)

gratitude-a-thon day 146: james gandolfini (oh, tony)

June 20, 2013June 20, 2013Uncategorized4 Comments

I woke up to the headline “James Gandolfini, dead at 51.” And I had one of those visceral reactions of something not being right. First of all, 51 is really close to my age. Second of all, how could Tony Soprano be dead? Really? He was a fictional character bigger than life, a force of evil wrapped up in a heart made of caramel.

The Soprano’s was so superbly written, acted and directed that it was a highlight of my week to be able to sit down and watch. I’m always grateful to have a show like that in my life, because it adds an element of fun to your week.

So, James Gandolfini, a toast to your exemplary ability to have created a character that was believable and complex. You got whacked way too soon. Ba da bing, and he was gone……

gratitude-a-thon: day 145: double rainbows

June 18, 2013Uncategorized2 Comments

Ally has become obsessed with the Whitey Bulger trial. She wants to go, because she feels like we’re so close to it, and it’s history, so somehow we should see it in person. So, we did the next best thing, and last night after a pretty intense thunder storm, we watched The Departed. I had forgotten how absolutely amazing (and super violent) that movie is. The performances are spectacular. One after another. Jack Nicholson, with his crazy hair, wicked little smile and larger than life swagger, as the Bulger character, Matt Damon playing a totally evil cop, Leonardo DiCaprio in the only role I’ve ever liked him in–a smart Statie, who’s gone undercover. You can actually smell his fear and feel the wheels of his brain working, Alec Baldwin playing a detective that could have been on 30 Rock, and Mark Wahlberg with the best Boston accent this side of Southie. There are about bajillion hilarious lines that come fast and furious. It’s just a real work of art.

Anyway, as we were watching, Ally was, as usual, on her phone checking Facebook. She announced there was a double rainbow. I didn’t immediately get up to look, because I figured if it was on Facebook, it probably wouldn’t still be out there, but no slouch on the Facebook front myself, I clicked in too, and within literally seconds, the whole page filled with pictures of the rainbows. Ally and I ran outside and caught one, although it was quickly fading and too light to capture on our phones. So, today, the gratitude-a-thon is stealing some of those amazing rainbow photos to share. Because, as good as The Departed was, double rainbows are even better.

425241_10201431001916209_262301283_n — Karin Weldon, thanks for this one.

1010790_580606221961871_294784249_n — This one from Lucas Plazonja via Jonathan.

19912_10201146519722361_2017068396_n — Jill Doherty Powell got this one for her anniversary!

944728_822623873213_1481975429_n — Thanks Patrick McCrossan.

1000049_10200807144915360_330008753_n — Karen Hall Sutton with one of the first sightings.

1013677_4817249834082_1610858109_n — And last, but no least, photo creds to Sally Shuman.

gratitude-a-thon day 141: light

June 17, 2013Uncategorized2 Comments

For someone who grew up with a dad who didn’t see the glass as half full, but instead completely empty due to a global water shortage, I look for the light where I can. I see the tiniest slivers when it peeks through dense foliage. I spy the God beams that laser through pea soup fog. I beeline to the sky that finds its way through dark, heavy drapes. Because light is good. Light is promising. Light is hopeful. So, while I do not have the innate and natural ability to see things in a sunny and positive way, I have worked at training myself to at least try and make that my first stop on The Disaster Express.

It’s not easy.

But over the years, here’s what I’ve learned: the light at the end of the tunnel, which might be a train, might just as well be a spotlight at a lavish, Great Gatsby kind of party, or a drive-in (I miss those), or the moon. See, I’ve come to realize that you can actually kill negative thinking with a bon fire, or a sparkler, or a cheap, but chic hanging lamp from Ikea.

The thing about light is that it offers you another way. A better way. It guides you when the shadows cover too much territory, and helps you see when there is a power outage of epic proportion. And if you can actually get yourself into the light more of the time, than less of the time, you’ll see, that the way you look at things is not only better, but the way you look is better, too.

So, here’s to 100 watt bulbs, and lighters, and candles that smell of verbena. And here’s to shooting stars, and lanterns and headlights, and chandeliers, and lightning bugs. Here’s to anything that can help you see your way.

gratitude-a-thon day 140: the dad in our house

June 16, 2013June 16, 2013UncategorizedLeave a Comment

Parade for all the dads out there today. It’s an all-encompassing, totally exhausting, mentally fatiguing, phenomenally fulfilling, incredibly fun gig. And my kids got one of the guys out there, who is not perfect, but damn close to it. Nobody has ever worked so hard at getting the father thing down, like Peter.

Yes, he spoils them. Yes, he doesn’t always stay consistent with the rules. But he also has been to every game, every class breakfast, every sneeze they have ever been part of. He drives longer distances than a trucker, stays up like a guy working the late shift in order to be there when they get home, and will patiently argue a point with them long past the time my frustration gets the better of me. He listens, he cajoles, he heals. Mostly, it is obvious, that he tries. Really hard. And that he loves his children with the same velocity it took for Dorothy’s house to knock the shoes off the Wicked Witch of the East.

Thanks, Peter for being so spectacularly there for our kids. They are lucky. They probably don’t really know how lucky, but I do.

grattiude-a-thon day 139: british retailer stops photoshopping (and yay for them)

June 15, 2013June 15, 2013UncategorizedLeave a Comment

Ok, yay for Debenham’s, a British retailer, who’s pledged not to photoshop their ads, except to fix pigment and stray hairs. I don’t know this store, but I like them, a lot.

Our ingrained image of what a woman’s body should look like is wildly distorted. Guess what? Honest to goodness real women have imperfections, dimpled thighs, a tummy, stretch marks, flabby arms, wrinkles. I’m not saying every woman does, but every woman over the age of 10, has some of the above mentioned TOTALLY NATURAL CHARACTERISTICS. I myself have cellulite, and can I tell you that it makes me feel like less of a person. Seriously, is that not a sad state of affairs? But why wouldn’t I feel bad about it, every photo I see features a happy model (or an indifferent looking one) with creamy, porcelain skin. Why would I ever be psyched about having lumpy bumps? And just for the record, I have actually read everything there is to read about cellulite, and it’s like a cockroach, you can’t kill it. It’s just natural for some woman (actually, most women).

Anyway, you go Debehnam’s. It’s a small step for womankind, but I’m grateful for any step a retailer is willing to take toward a little more realism.

gratitude-a-thon day 138: a bunch of stuff i’m grateful for this friday

June 14, 2013June 14, 2013Uncategorized7 Comments

Stuff I’m grateful for in a sentence:

That horrific thing called Alan Chambers, of Exodus International, one of the world’s largest organizations that believes you can become “un-gay” has apologized (and come to his gosh darn senses).

The Supreme Court has ruled that genes cannot be cloned. Thank God, there can’t be another Ann Coulter.

Don Draper has finally hit rock bottom, and while it’s making me squeamish, it’s also fun to watch.

This dog has a butt that looks like Jesus Christ in a robe. Do I need to say anything more?

I slept 10 hours last night. I feel sort of rested.

There is a Latino “Brad Pitt” and his name is William Levy. And I mean, if there’s anyone we could use more of, it’s Brad Pitt.

A hand illustrated kick-ass map with no roads or towns, only adventures.

Hey, maybe we don’t need to be taking our vitamins. I can never get them down, anyway. Yay for me.

It may stop raining at some point in the near future (I hope, I think, I’m not totally convinced).

It’s Barcelona Wine Bar tonight to celebrate my awesome cousin Wyatt’s 21st birthday!

gratitude-a-thon day 137: getting back to the regular world

June 13, 2013UncategorizedLeave a Comment

Time is doing its thing again. going over the speed limit, snorting cocaine, pretending to be a sprinter. The prom and huge town prom party, the graduation and company and celebrations, are done. The boy has graduated and is already busy coaching basketball (and being exhausted from doing it, I might add). The sun is out and the world is carrying on as normal.

How is it that eventful moments, once they have done their dance, just morph into the everyday? How is it that a rock your world moment can pass, and blend into all the other days with such ease? Everything about the past few weeks went perfectly. Better than I could have imagined, and yet, today, I feel as though none of it really happened.

I get this same feeling when someone dies. The world should have the respect of standing still for at least one day. People should freeze in their tracks. The spinning of the planet should cease. HA–as if. A group of people stop for a bit, and cry and contemplate, but the rest of life simply keeps churning out its required reading.

Anyway, while the last month was an emotional fireworks show, and a huge amount of physical labor, I’m grateful it all went as planned, better than as planned. The bridge into the regular world is coming closer to my door, and I’ll step on, just as soon as I can stop being tired.

gratitude-a-thon day 136: Nena the pit bull (and adoptive mommy)

June 12, 2013UncategorizedLeave a Comment

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/06/06/pit-bull-adopts-shih-tzu-puppies_n_3397929.html?utm_hp_ref=good-newshttp://

Ok, if you know me for five minutes, you know I am a dog person. Maybe more than a dog person, and more like a person totally- and-completely-OBSESSED-with-dogs person. After having dogs that weren’t properly trained, and which I had little interest in when I was growing up, I was someone who thought dog people were weird and puppies were overrated. Until. Until I agreed to let my kids have one five years ago. And through a series of kismet circumstances, got our boy Riley, MY MOST FAVORITE PERSON.

So, when I saw this unbearably sweet video, I couldn’t keep it to myself. This dog is mommying a whole litter of dogs that aren’t hers. Gives the expression “good dog,” a whole new meaning. Oh, the adorableness! Even if you don’t like dogs, you can see the humanity here, can’t you?

Truth is, dogs just get life in a way that we people struggle to. They really understand the important stuff–walking, running, playing, eating, sleeping, cuddling. Their total devotion to their owners is incomparable. If only my kids liked me as much as my dog does. Their unconditional ability to love, perfect. Grateful for starting my day with Nena the pitbull and her adopted brood. Woof!