Showing posts from April, 2007

Gone Blonde.

Did that get you attention? Well, this once brunette has officially taken a plunge into the "dark" side... hmmm, or should I say the light side? hee hee hee. On Saturday morning I had gone out to go to Women's Group but the place we meet at was closed... so I headed over to a hair salon to get my haircut. In the process of cutting my hair the hairdresser looks at me and says, "you really should get some highlights sometime.." I thought, "heck, why not now..." So I have some seriously blonde highlights. I don't have a picture yet.. but have asked Mike to take some photos soon... so that you'll be able to recognize me. I don't think some people at church recognized me. It's fun... the haircut is funky and my hair's a bit wild but I am enjoying it. I needed something a little more happy and boy I got it! I feel like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly... look out world... I'm changing and it's good.

Zooey Days.

Definition of Zooey: 1.) Reference to the title Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger 2.) Days spent enjoying the animals at the zoo and bonding with family and friends.

I'm referring to my definition 2. I love going to the zoo. There is something about seeing the animals and discovering new creatures that I just love.

The Philadelphia Zoo boasts on it's website ( the following:

It has some of the most popular African species: warthogs, sable antelope, Mhorr's gazelle, reticulated giraffes, hippos and zebras; exotic South American animals, such as giant anteaters, capybaras (the largest rodents in the world) and giant bearded pigs.

More than 1,500 rare and exotic animals from around the world; 42 acres of picturesque Victorian gardens and historical architecture.

Recently we decided to go on a day that was cold so that there would be fewer people. We enjoyed the reptiles and amphibians and all the different monkey/primates. We loved the tigers and le…

Starbucks... my personal Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Holly GoLightly... she and I have one thing in common. We both have a place on the earth that we feel as if nothing bad can happen to us. Starbucks is my personal breakfast at Tiffany's. When life is hard. When the day is great. When it's sunshine, when it's storming, when it's snowing, sleeting, and flooding. When there's drought. When there's no hope. When the world is spilling over with joy and anticipation. There's Starbucks. I've been to Starbucks in London, Sydney, Beijing, Paris, Georgia, Louisville, California, William & Mary, Philadelphia, New York City. I've probably cried in a Starbucks more than any other location on earth.

When my sister died I went there to grieve. I would journal, cry, and drink coffee. I met friends and with tears streaming down my face receive hugs. I worked on my book on grief there. I worked at Starbucks from September 2001- My first day was on 9/11 and worked until March 2005. I transferred to W…

Mice, Miracles, Mac N Cheese, and Mini Skirts

Okay, people where to start.

MIRACLES. As most of you know I spent Easter in the ER with Samuel. Samuel was sick throwing up Saturday night and became dehydrated He was coughing horribly and starting showing signs of breathing distress... retracting deeply, and with all the vomiting and no wet diapers I knew it wasn't something I could put off till Monday. Mike stayed home to care for Libby. I thought I could simply take Samuel to the closest hospital. Apparently though I took him to a hospital that doesn't have a Peds (Pediatric) Unit. Bummer. So we took our first ambulance ride over to CHOP (Children's Hospital of Philadelphia).... the place is amazing. It's huge, clean, friendly and I really appreciated the care we got. Some friends came over and took care of Libby so that Mike could join me. We waited together in a private ER room. We weren't put into our room until after 12:30 a.m. and the doctors/nurses weren't finished until 2:30 a.m. We wer…


by Rose Fyleman

I think mice
are rather nice.

Their tails are long,
Their faces small,
They haven't any
Chins at all.
Their ears are pink,
Their teeth are white.
They run around
The house at night.
They nibble things
They shouldn't touch
And no one seems
To like them much.

But I think mice
are nice.

This was probably one my absolute favorite poems as a child. So why did I scream when I saw a mouse darting around my living room floor last night. Not once, not twice, but three times the brave little vermin has showed his head... or is it they have shown their heads... I have no idea how many of them there are. so we have set up traps for the past week or two and have caught zero mice. Someone suggested borrowing a cat and that will keep them at bay. I don't know why it's so unnerving. I remembered as a teenager opening my parents silverware door and a little mouse rushed out of the drawer, leapt onto me and slid all the way down... I think that's what did it for me. They …