I want to reiterate why I started this blog. I started as a self help for me; and because I thought there would be people who can relate to my life; and because people might find humor in my antics.
I like to divulge; and if you didn't know what that means, according to the dictionary, it means to become publicly known. I am a divulger! I like to talk about myself; and sometimes, let me repeat, I do not have a filter. Now should I be afraid to disclose my inner thoughts and secrets? What will offend you, the reader?
What topics are off limits? How much is too much?
Please leave a comment so I will be able to post my SEX blog which I found euphoric writing. But the minutia might be too much.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
SEX in the life of a girl
Stop reading here if Sex talk makes you uncomfortable. Or if you just came here because my post on Facebook or Twitter mentioned the word sex-I hope I do not disappoint. I had to think about how I wanted to approach this topic without giving too much detail but to say enough so you understand where I am coming from and where I need to go. So let me start by saying, I grew up in a house of mostly women. We walked around the house naked and went to the bathroom with the door wide open.
Thus it was not difficult for me to go away to college and live in a dorm where all the females shared the bathroom and showers. It also helped me to undress in the room in front of my roommate and make my way from my coed section of the dorm to the bathroom. I just couldn't figure out why most of the other girls wouldn't undress in front of anyone-did they have something I didn't have? Did they think I was a lesbian? I didn't know then and I still can't figure it out now.
The only odd thing about me being comfortable is that I do have body issues, especially in full nakedness. I think it might have to do with the theory that there's nothing wrong with seeing a body in all it's glory. It's like a piece of art. And by the way, did you know that it's legal in New York for a girl to walk around topless in the public? I found it surprising, since not many of us do it. Oh well, that's because the majority of us don't share the view of our bodies with others.
Seeing a body is one thing; Touching a body is another. And touching your own body is an entirely different topic that I can't go into here. But if you have any thoughts, please leave me a comment since Ithink know I am one of the only girls in the world that doesn't masturbate. And today one of my principals said something I thought was funny and correlated to this post. She went to her gyno and he said "do you give yourself a breast exam?" She said, "no, why would I touch myself, that's what I pay you for." I found this quite logical and amusing. Moving on...
When I was younger, I believe I was 11, I attended a summer camp on Staten Island. And that is where I had my first kiss. Thanks to a girlfriend of mine who showed me how to french kiss by demonstrating the motions on her hand and in the air. I am not sure if that was the best methodology, however it got me through my first kiss.
But then came junior high school.
In junior high school, I become more aware that kissing was not enough for the boys. I, on the other hand, was okay with kissing, holding hands, and hugging.
I can remember the first time I allowed a boy to go up my shirt. We were under the slide in the neighborhood park while hanging out.
I can remember the first time I touched a penis. We stood on the corner of my block.
Fast forward a couple of years when touching became more involved. While still in junior high school, I started dating high school boys so I had to give a little more to these boys. I couldn't understand though how touching and sucking my boobs were getting these boys off; I mean my boobs are an extra piece of skin that some men also have. And I really couldn't understand how they enjoyed a chick groping and yanking on their privates. But maybe it was because I was inexperienced. Or maybe I was disinterested and really didn't care about them getting off; or I really just wanted the affection not all the other shit.
High School came and finally at 16 and a half, to the day, I had sex for the first time. It was in my house, in my room, on my blue carpet. And for the next 4 years this was the boy that I slept with, and he must have been the first guy that went down on me, and me on him. Those encounters I can't really remember as I really didn't like either acts. I need to stop here for a moment and really analyze this situation. So bear with me.
It is here where I was faced with many sexual and emotional situations, and as a teenage girl I thought I would have been more interested in experimenting with sex, but I wasn't. I rarely wanted to have sex, and foreplay was really a stretch. So when we were in the act, I found myself watching TV or just thinking-this boy is hot and I really should be enjoying this, but I am not. I want to state that this issue was not with him. The boy had the body and the parts that were amazing, and the sense of humor and the affection were there, but I just wasn't. So now I ask, was it because I was worrying too much about me and my body, me and my ability, or me and the fact that I am never completely happy?
Fast forward to college, and if this boy is reading, don't be afraid and read on! This is where I figured out a lot more stuff about sex. So thank you. I think I became more open (and this is subjective and relative to me) to experiencing and letting go; and I became fully aware that sex and all that goes with it, is more than the act itself but the emotions and foreplay that surrounds it. It was more than "are we finished yet?" It became a time where my thoughts had to go out of my head and just enjoy how he was making me feel. It became less about feeling awkward . Many times, I needed to repeat to myself "don't be afraid to feel good and let go." And it was the times in his fraternity house or his apartment when I wasn't in the mood but something about those blue eyes and his intelligence, oh, and clearly his manly parts, that allowed me to connect with him and let go of every uptight bone in my body. So, he might disagree with some of my writings, but believe me, we had more sex in our time together than I did with the boyfriend before.
Let's rewind, fast forward, whatever; I am not sure anymore. Just two more mentions because I have to come to some kind of closure for your sake. And a note, I will not point out the father of my child since a) I know he is reading and b) we've had our share of sexual and emotional issues that have not been faced.
With that said, there have been 2 partners, in my lifetime of partners, that have really made me want to be with them every day, sexually and physically. Both of these people and these relationships, even though very different from each other, have a commonality, and apparently it's part of the "it" factor for me: They possessed the ability to make me feel as comfortable in my skin that I am ever going to get, allowing me to enjoy the sex. With that, I mean not only was there was a sexual attraction, but the emotional and intellectual attraction averaged quite high. My worries seem to fade when around them. And maybe it had to do with the circumstances around our relationships that allowed me to have a no stakes attitude.
Let's recap: I struggle with sex and all that goes into it. Sex is both an emotional and physical thing for me; EMOTIONS usually winning. That's it; it's much more than being comfortable. It's about being emotional. Passionate. Expressive.
So here I am today with good experiences and bad experiences, and just plain experiences. Lessons learned and hopes for a healthy sex life from here on.
Thus it was not difficult for me to go away to college and live in a dorm where all the females shared the bathroom and showers. It also helped me to undress in the room in front of my roommate and make my way from my coed section of the dorm to the bathroom. I just couldn't figure out why most of the other girls wouldn't undress in front of anyone-did they have something I didn't have? Did they think I was a lesbian? I didn't know then and I still can't figure it out now.
The only odd thing about me being comfortable is that I do have body issues, especially in full nakedness. I think it might have to do with the theory that there's nothing wrong with seeing a body in all it's glory. It's like a piece of art. And by the way, did you know that it's legal in New York for a girl to walk around topless in the public? I found it surprising, since not many of us do it. Oh well, that's because the majority of us don't share the view of our bodies with others.
Seeing a body is one thing; Touching a body is another. And touching your own body is an entirely different topic that I can't go into here. But if you have any thoughts, please leave me a comment since I
When I was younger, I believe I was 11, I attended a summer camp on Staten Island. And that is where I had my first kiss. Thanks to a girlfriend of mine who showed me how to french kiss by demonstrating the motions on her hand and in the air. I am not sure if that was the best methodology, however it got me through my first kiss.
But then came junior high school.
In junior high school, I become more aware that kissing was not enough for the boys. I, on the other hand, was okay with kissing, holding hands, and hugging.
I can remember the first time I allowed a boy to go up my shirt. We were under the slide in the neighborhood park while hanging out.
I can remember the first time I touched a penis. We stood on the corner of my block.
Fast forward a couple of years when touching became more involved. While still in junior high school, I started dating high school boys so I had to give a little more to these boys. I couldn't understand though how touching and sucking my boobs were getting these boys off; I mean my boobs are an extra piece of skin that some men also have. And I really couldn't understand how they enjoyed a chick groping and yanking on their privates. But maybe it was because I was inexperienced. Or maybe I was disinterested and really didn't care about them getting off; or I really just wanted the affection not all the other shit.
High School came and finally at 16 and a half, to the day, I had sex for the first time. It was in my house, in my room, on my blue carpet. And for the next 4 years this was the boy that I slept with, and he must have been the first guy that went down on me, and me on him. Those encounters I can't really remember as I really didn't like either acts. I need to stop here for a moment and really analyze this situation. So bear with me.
It is here where I was faced with many sexual and emotional situations, and as a teenage girl I thought I would have been more interested in experimenting with sex, but I wasn't. I rarely wanted to have sex, and foreplay was really a stretch. So when we were in the act, I found myself watching TV or just thinking-this boy is hot and I really should be enjoying this, but I am not. I want to state that this issue was not with him. The boy had the body and the parts that were amazing, and the sense of humor and the affection were there, but I just wasn't. So now I ask, was it because I was worrying too much about me and my body, me and my ability, or me and the fact that I am never completely happy?
Fast forward to college, and if this boy is reading, don't be afraid and read on! This is where I figured out a lot more stuff about sex. So thank you. I think I became more open (and this is subjective and relative to me) to experiencing and letting go; and I became fully aware that sex and all that goes with it, is more than the act itself but the emotions and foreplay that surrounds it. It was more than "are we finished yet?" It became a time where my thoughts had to go out of my head and just enjoy how he was making me feel. It became less about feeling awkward . Many times, I needed to repeat to myself "don't be afraid to feel good and let go." And it was the times in his fraternity house or his apartment when I wasn't in the mood but something about those blue eyes and his intelligence, oh, and clearly his manly parts, that allowed me to connect with him and let go of every uptight bone in my body. So, he might disagree with some of my writings, but believe me, we had more sex in our time together than I did with the boyfriend before.
Let's rewind, fast forward, whatever; I am not sure anymore. Just two more mentions because I have to come to some kind of closure for your sake. And a note, I will not point out the father of my child since a) I know he is reading and b) we've had our share of sexual and emotional issues that have not been faced.
With that said, there have been 2 partners, in my lifetime of partners, that have really made me want to be with them every day, sexually and physically. Both of these people and these relationships, even though very different from each other, have a commonality, and apparently it's part of the "it" factor for me: They possessed the ability to make me feel as comfortable in my skin that I am ever going to get, allowing me to enjoy the sex. With that, I mean not only was there was a sexual attraction, but the emotional and intellectual attraction averaged quite high. My worries seem to fade when around them. And maybe it had to do with the circumstances around our relationships that allowed me to have a no stakes attitude.
Let's recap: I struggle with sex and all that goes into it. Sex is both an emotional and physical thing for me; EMOTIONS usually winning. That's it; it's much more than being comfortable. It's about being emotional. Passionate. Expressive.
So here I am today with good experiences and bad experiences, and just plain experiences. Lessons learned and hopes for a healthy sex life from here on.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Decisions, Destiny and Daniel
"You are now at a crossroads. This is your opportunity...Forget your past. Who are you now? Who have you decided you really are now? Don't think about who you have been...Who have you decided to become? Make this decision consciously. Make it carefully. Make it powerfully."
~Anthony Robbins
We are all faced with decisions. It's a fact of life. It's what makes your life, your life. I believe that the doors we open each day decide the lives we live. Hence I live with an open door policy.
Decisions can be as easy as blue or black ink? Or as hard as do I want to make this change? Some people face decision making with ease, and others not so much.
I take decision making very serious. I think about everything in detail in order to see the potential outcomes and their pros and cons. I tend to over think yes. But when there is a lot on the line, I have to. I feel better about it. Whether the decision is right or wrong, I make every conscious effort in making the right decision for me. At this point in my life, sometimes I wonder where I've been and who I am. Thank you Irene Cara.
When I was competing in the Miss America local based pageants, and during job interviews, I usually got the question "where do you see yourself in 5 years, 10 years?" My answers varied but they included: a former Miss America giving back to her community or a well rounded and influential employee working at Company ABC. And the decisions I made at that time, I thought, would influence my chances in becoming all of those things. In reality, I competed in pageants each year and gave it my all being me; and educated myself and tried to build some smart working practices.
So after looking back in the past, I never achieved the Miss America crown and I didn't always get the job. But it was the decisions that I made based on my analysis of who I wanted to be and how I would get there. Those decisions were the hinges of my destiny. It was my decision to want and pursue.
Now let's look into my present and future. I figured out that my decision making is to make decisions not only for me, but also for my son. His education, his friends, and his talents. And all of the decisions that I make for myself will indirectly affect the life of my son. Who I associate with, how I deal with adversity, and how I present myself.
So now I ask where do I see myself in 5 or 10 years? Still wanting and pursuing. Still making choices. Still singing-Always proving who we are; Always reachin' for the risin' star; To guide me far; And shine me home.
~Anthony Robbins
We are all faced with decisions. It's a fact of life. It's what makes your life, your life. I believe that the doors we open each day decide the lives we live. Hence I live with an open door policy.
Decisions can be as easy as blue or black ink? Or as hard as do I want to make this change? Some people face decision making with ease, and others not so much.
I take decision making very serious. I think about everything in detail in order to see the potential outcomes and their pros and cons. I tend to over think yes. But when there is a lot on the line, I have to. I feel better about it. Whether the decision is right or wrong, I make every conscious effort in making the right decision for me. At this point in my life, sometimes I wonder where I've been and who I am. Thank you Irene Cara.
When I was competing in the Miss America local based pageants, and during job interviews, I usually got the question "where do you see yourself in 5 years, 10 years?" My answers varied but they included: a former Miss America giving back to her community or a well rounded and influential employee working at Company ABC. And the decisions I made at that time, I thought, would influence my chances in becoming all of those things. In reality, I competed in pageants each year and gave it my all being me; and educated myself and tried to build some smart working practices.
So after looking back in the past, I never achieved the Miss America crown and I didn't always get the job. But it was the decisions that I made based on my analysis of who I wanted to be and how I would get there. Those decisions were the hinges of my destiny. It was my decision to want and pursue.
Now let's look into my present and future. I figured out that my decision making is to make decisions not only for me, but also for my son. His education, his friends, and his talents. And all of the decisions that I make for myself will indirectly affect the life of my son. Who I associate with, how I deal with adversity, and how I present myself.
So now I ask where do I see myself in 5 or 10 years? Still wanting and pursuing. Still making choices. Still singing-Always proving who we are; Always reachin' for the risin' star; To guide me far; And shine me home.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Trichotillomania
The earliest memory I have is when I was about 11 and in the 6th grade. I was sitting in Math class learning Sequential I, and I pulled out an eyelash and placed and saved it in the middle of the red book. This probably was not the first time, and certainly it was not the last time.
I remember my friends asking what I was doing and I really had no answer. From then on, they found it intriguing, and I found myself doing it more. Fast forward to 8th grade when I had no eyelashes, fast forward to high school when I had scars all over my legs, and fast forward to college where I had scars in places I I would have never thought. People would see there was something off about my face but could never place it. People asked how I got the scars on my legs and I would tell them I fell in a rose bush. Did they really believe me? My son just turned 4 yesterday and we were looking at pictures of his first year of birth. There was a picture of me in the hospital, leg up, getting ready for the arrival of my baby and there I spotted all the scars on my legs. Wow. I was doing this up until at least 4 years ago, when I was 32. Actually it was not until recently, the past year and a half, that I decided enough was enough and I needed my body in better condition.
We can ask why I started to do this and I could blame it on my parent's divorce, low self-esteem, peer pressure with boys, my studies, hereditary, etcetera. And I don't think I really ever found it, however it was told to me that it had to do with my perfection issues. I need to be perfect, so the eyelash that was out of place was fixed by taking it out, which in turn, made others out of place which made me want to take more out. And the ingrown hairs on my legs, my bikini area, and my underarms, well I had to get those out as they didn't look good. Like my scars looked any better? What was I thinking?
So about a year and half ago, I started to laser my hair which impeded the ingrown hairs which had made me stop picking. My eyelashes are beautiful and long and what's better than throwing on mascara and lip gloss and running out of the house looking completed. Now, I can't say that I stopped the picking because I have no ingrowns, or things are better in my life or because I spent so much money on the laser so why would I ruin that. Ithink know it's still a struggle for me to pull my hand away from my leg while I am reading, bored or getting stressed or driving and applying my makeup and seeing that an eyelash or eyebrow is not not cooperating.
Years ago I learned that I was not the only one out there who did this. There are many people who have some form of what I eventually learned was called Trichotillomania, the obsessive pulling of hair.
I am writing about this at this time for three reasons. There are many reality shows out there showing people with "weird" habits, and I am not sure if they make people feel worse or better about certain conditions they have; I have become more aware that I might not be the only one in my family to have had this tendency; and I have become more aware of the occasional pulling of my eyelash and picking my scabs which brings back many too many hard feelings. Hopefully by writing this today, I will not stress over the imperfection of a scab or a pimple that I NEED to to touch and feel and pick at; and I hope that you might be able to help yourself or someone you know who might have a touch of a habit, an addiction, or obsessive-compulsive disorder.
For more info on Trichotillomania check out http://www.trich.org/index.html
I remember my friends asking what I was doing and I really had no answer. From then on, they found it intriguing, and I found myself doing it more. Fast forward to 8th grade when I had no eyelashes, fast forward to high school when I had scars all over my legs, and fast forward to college where I had scars in places I I would have never thought. People would see there was something off about my face but could never place it. People asked how I got the scars on my legs and I would tell them I fell in a rose bush. Did they really believe me? My son just turned 4 yesterday and we were looking at pictures of his first year of birth. There was a picture of me in the hospital, leg up, getting ready for the arrival of my baby and there I spotted all the scars on my legs. Wow. I was doing this up until at least 4 years ago, when I was 32. Actually it was not until recently, the past year and a half, that I decided enough was enough and I needed my body in better condition.
We can ask why I started to do this and I could blame it on my parent's divorce, low self-esteem, peer pressure with boys, my studies, hereditary, etcetera. And I don't think I really ever found it, however it was told to me that it had to do with my perfection issues. I need to be perfect, so the eyelash that was out of place was fixed by taking it out, which in turn, made others out of place which made me want to take more out. And the ingrown hairs on my legs, my bikini area, and my underarms, well I had to get those out as they didn't look good. Like my scars looked any better? What was I thinking?
So about a year and half ago, I started to laser my hair which impeded the ingrown hairs which had made me stop picking. My eyelashes are beautiful and long and what's better than throwing on mascara and lip gloss and running out of the house looking completed. Now, I can't say that I stopped the picking because I have no ingrowns, or things are better in my life or because I spent so much money on the laser so why would I ruin that. I
Years ago I learned that I was not the only one out there who did this. There are many people who have some form of what I eventually learned was called Trichotillomania, the obsessive pulling of hair.
I am writing about this at this time for three reasons. There are many reality shows out there showing people with "weird" habits, and I am not sure if they make people feel worse or better about certain conditions they have; I have become more aware that I might not be the only one in my family to have had this tendency; and I have become more aware of the occasional pulling of my eyelash and picking my scabs which brings back many too many hard feelings. Hopefully by writing this today, I will not stress over the imperfection of a scab or a pimple that I NEED to to touch and feel and pick at; and I hope that you might be able to help yourself or someone you know who might have a touch of a habit, an addiction, or obsessive-compulsive disorder.
For more info on Trichotillomania check out http://www.trich.org/index.html
Thursday, June 9, 2011
First Times
“No one can possibly know what is about to happen: it is happening, each time, for the first time, for the only time."
James Baldwin
In our lifetime, we will experience an abudance of first times.
The first time you:
meet someone
kiss someone
hear your child's laugh
see your child's tear
ride a bike
write a story
sing a song
have sex
make love
cry over a relationship
get married
get divorced
get a job
lose a job
travel to a foreign place
travel alone
take a risk
love someone
trust someone
I can go on.
The point is that we should savor every first time. You never forget the first times, each time.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
DisneyWorld Making Memmories
My son is not quite 4 years old and has been to Disney World five times. And before he was born, I had made it there 5 times in my lifetime. And one trip to Disneyland where his dad found out he was going to be a daddy.
We usually go to Disney for a Spring and fall trip. This time was our first during Memorial Day weekend and Star Wars weekend to boot! And boy was it busy. The lines were the longest I had ever waited on but well worth it, except Peter Pan. Why do you have to wait for an hour for Peter Pan? Really not the highlight of my trip. And waiting on Winnie the Pooh for 40 minutes holding a sleeping baby-worth the wait since when he woke up when we got to the front of the line, he was the happiest! But he did miss the new line cue which was fun and kept the little peoples minds' off of the wait. Next time, I'll make sure he gets to play.
We only went to the parks 2 days out of our 6 day trip. And we defeated three parks in one day!! This allowed us to take in the warmth and sun and relaxation.
We stay on Disney grounds, this time at Pop Century, because of many reasons. It is cost efficient. You get transportation to and from the airport. You get extra magic hours where you can get into the parks early and leave later than the regular park hours. The Disney internal bus system and monorail system and ferry system. The pool and resort accommodations. The Disney magic all the time.
I have also stayed at Caribbean Beach Resort, a moderate resort, which was a bargain. However last time I was in Disney the magic was lost due to a bad choice on the hubby's part. Which has led me into the status of estranged wife. Which has lead me further into a destructive marriage. But onward to Disney 7 months later. Even though the flashbacks at the parks and in the airport were present, good times were needed. So after a stressful first night with a overtired non-eating child, I decided to claim the motto "Keep Calm and Carry On." And so I did, with the help of some drinks when I felt a nice moment turning into a horrible moment.
Since we go to Disney more often than the normal person, everyone always has something to say: it's not going to be special for Daniel; you'll get tired of the rides; you can go to an island for the amount you spend on Disney. And to this, I respond:
-It'll always be special for him. Every time he goes, he remembers what we did the last time and looks toward new things available. This time, for example, he got to fight Darth Vader. What's cooler than that. Thanks to be great planning, we got to the park extra early and was able to sign up for Jedi Training Academy! He was trained for the Jedi Master and then got to defeat Darth Vader. He was super excited and told everyone that he fought and won against him! And his first ride on mommy's favorite Tower of Terror.
-We never get tired of the rides. He still loves the Buzz ride at Magic Kingdom , even after 4 consecutive rides. We still love It's a Small World, even after 3 consecutive rides. And I can ride Tower of Terror a billion times!
-I am a pretty savy saver so Disney on a budget less than or equal to an island is fine for me. I eat, drink, play, and RELAX for a very good price. And really, what kid wants to sit in the beating sun for 7 days straight.
And anyway, we have Bermuda coming up soon! And right after that, a return trip to Disney with Grandma for Mickey's not So Scary Halloween Party. I have already reserved my dining experiences and am working on a deal for the hotel and air!
We usually go to Disney for a Spring and fall trip. This time was our first during Memorial Day weekend and Star Wars weekend to boot! And boy was it busy. The lines were the longest I had ever waited on but well worth it, except Peter Pan. Why do you have to wait for an hour for Peter Pan? Really not the highlight of my trip. And waiting on Winnie the Pooh for 40 minutes holding a sleeping baby-worth the wait since when he woke up when we got to the front of the line, he was the happiest! But he did miss the new line cue which was fun and kept the little peoples minds' off of the wait. Next time, I'll make sure he gets to play.
We only went to the parks 2 days out of our 6 day trip. And we defeated three parks in one day!! This allowed us to take in the warmth and sun and relaxation.
We stay on Disney grounds, this time at Pop Century, because of many reasons. It is cost efficient. You get transportation to and from the airport. You get extra magic hours where you can get into the parks early and leave later than the regular park hours. The Disney internal bus system and monorail system and ferry system. The pool and resort accommodations. The Disney magic all the time.
I have also stayed at Caribbean Beach Resort, a moderate resort, which was a bargain. However last time I was in Disney the magic was lost due to a bad choice on the hubby's part. Which has led me into the status of estranged wife. Which has lead me further into a destructive marriage. But onward to Disney 7 months later. Even though the flashbacks at the parks and in the airport were present, good times were needed. So after a stressful first night with a overtired non-eating child, I decided to claim the motto "Keep Calm and Carry On." And so I did, with the help of some drinks when I felt a nice moment turning into a horrible moment.
Since we go to Disney more often than the normal person, everyone always has something to say: it's not going to be special for Daniel; you'll get tired of the rides; you can go to an island for the amount you spend on Disney. And to this, I respond:
-It'll always be special for him. Every time he goes, he remembers what we did the last time and looks toward new things available. This time, for example, he got to fight Darth Vader. What's cooler than that. Thanks to be great planning, we got to the park extra early and was able to sign up for Jedi Training Academy! He was trained for the Jedi Master and then got to defeat Darth Vader. He was super excited and told everyone that he fought and won against him! And his first ride on mommy's favorite Tower of Terror.
-We never get tired of the rides. He still loves the Buzz ride at Magic Kingdom , even after 4 consecutive rides. We still love It's a Small World, even after 3 consecutive rides. And I can ride Tower of Terror a billion times!
-I am a pretty savy saver so Disney on a budget less than or equal to an island is fine for me. I eat, drink, play, and RELAX for a very good price. And really, what kid wants to sit in the beating sun for 7 days straight.
And anyway, we have Bermuda coming up soon! And right after that, a return trip to Disney with Grandma for Mickey's not So Scary Halloween Party. I have already reserved my dining experiences and am working on a deal for the hotel and air!
My Grandmother lived untill she was 93
I lived with my grandmother until the day she died. She served as a second mother and comedic relief!
She was my pain in the ass that I loved to be around. Every morning she would greet me with food and a hello. And every evening she would bid adieu by asking me to fix something in her apartment. She was and always will be my "Arthur" from King of Queens.
Three years have passed but I still feel her presence in the house that she lived and died in. Her clothes and sheets, her soap and shampoo, her pictures, are all still present in my home. As she is. In Daniel, my old soul, she lives.
Vittoria V. Petrillo Sunrise 1/14/15 Sunset 5/30/08 "God saw you were tired... With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away... God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best." Grandma, These were some of the words from your mass card and we chose these because we believe that's exactly what happened. We all remember that sudden horrible day, the look in your eyes and the last words that you whispered as you passed away how you wanted to. We also remember every other day we shared with you. For me, it was my entire life living with you. Every morning, I was greeted with a snack and a wave goodbye from your window. For many of us, it was your lemonade on a hot day or a hot chocolate on a cold evening. For some of us, it was the long phone calls or shopping adventures with you. For all of us, it is your truthfulness, stamina, and your beauty that carries us on. And unfortunately, for our little ones who didn't get enough time with you, we will make sure that your legacy is carried on. We miss you, We love you and We hurt without you. Until we meet again. Love Always, Heather, Margaret, Michele, Allison, Megan, Daniel, Vicky, Joe and Ronnie Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay, Your Children, Grandchildren, Great-grandchildren and entire extended family
She was my pain in the ass that I loved to be around. Every morning she would greet me with food and a hello. And every evening she would bid adieu by asking me to fix something in her apartment. She was and always will be my "Arthur" from King of Queens.
Three years have passed but I still feel her presence in the house that she lived and died in. Her clothes and sheets, her soap and shampoo, her pictures, are all still present in my home. As she is. In Daniel, my old soul, she lives.
Vittoria V. Petrillo Sunrise 1/14/15 Sunset 5/30/08 "God saw you were tired... With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away... God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best." Grandma, These were some of the words from your mass card and we chose these because we believe that's exactly what happened. We all remember that sudden horrible day, the look in your eyes and the last words that you whispered as you passed away how you wanted to. We also remember every other day we shared with you. For me, it was my entire life living with you. Every morning, I was greeted with a snack and a wave goodbye from your window. For many of us, it was your lemonade on a hot day or a hot chocolate on a cold evening. For some of us, it was the long phone calls or shopping adventures with you. For all of us, it is your truthfulness, stamina, and your beauty that carries us on. And unfortunately, for our little ones who didn't get enough time with you, we will make sure that your legacy is carried on. We miss you, We love you and We hurt without you. Until we meet again. Love Always, Heather, Margaret, Michele, Allison, Megan, Daniel, Vicky, Joe and Ronnie Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay, Your Children, Grandchildren, Great-grandchildren and entire extended family
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