Friday Moment

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. Photos – no words – capturing moments from the week. Simple, special, extraordinary moments. Moments you want to pause, savour and remember. “This Moment” is a ritual found on  SouleMama’s blog then grabbed by the Wee Man which was lifted from Almost there by Sarah-Jane and snagged from Alejandro.

It’s been a while since I’ve participated in this lovely tradition but I’m happy to be with you this week. Life has been “interesting” as of late and, yet, I find myself thankful for all that is good in my life and the people who glisten and sparkle in it.

My BFF, all the way back from when we were “cool” middle schoolers, surprised me with this beautiful angel sent with love from Canada. She had no idea of the recent events in my life but she “believes” in me and was prompted to send it. She was not aware my tiny Christmas tree is adorned with angels (go figure). Isn’t that how best friends grace us? On a mystic level? Have a blessed holiday season and remember who and what makes it special. . .

Must. . .have. . .coffee!

*sigh* I will admit it.  I’m in the throes of withdrawal and it’s not pretty.  It’s been over a week and I’ve had to forgo that which makes my mornings bright, my brain less fuzzy, and my day fulfilled.  Some of you know what I’m talking about.  Some of you can empathize because you, too, like (okay, love) your morning jolt.  I don’t expect a lot.  I’m taking each day as it comes: hoping for the best, appreciative of the simple, and not as irritated when life flings strife my way.  Yet, I’m less enthused about facing what lies ahead without my cup of Joe.  With my special Christmas mug (a gift from my daughter) filled to the brim with Breakfast Blend and topped off with Vanilla Silk, I can accomplish anything.  Without it, I can still accomplish everything but it’s not as much fun (and the pace might be a tad bit slower).  So, here’s hoping that this dry spell will end soon and I may, once again, enjoy my cherished morning ritual.  Long live coffee!

Humor Me Monday

I decided to enact a weekly blog ritual of posting something funny a family member says (will most likely be the kids). Fortunately, I get to see my niece and nephew quite a bit during the school year (and they’re little) so there’s boundless material to swipe from them.  My children can be very witty but, because I am dealing with a teen and a tween, I have to be sensitive as to what I post.  Therefore, I will clear it with them before I blog about anything that comes out of their mouths.  Occasionally, the grown-ups crack me up so I’m including them when applicable (seniors have years of life experience and I’m happily shocked by some of their words).  Mondays are usually a drab day hence the necessary “Humor Me.”

This past week, a few cute incidents occurred involving my niece and nephew.  Aside from the Jedi training questions from a couple blogs ago (which were quite serious you know), others things made me laugh (or suppress laughs):


  • Christmas Eve, my nephew and I were discussing elves at the dinner table.  I told David and Emmie how I asked Santa (every year from the time I was a kid) for an elf.  The elf conversation quickly changed to a discussion about boyfriends and girlfriends (don’t ask how). My niece blurted out, “But I already know who I’m going to marry, Aaron!”  I explained to her that it was sweet since he was a nice boy (they’re in kindergarten) but she’d have to date him when she was old enough (college age, ha-ha). Then, I told her how she’d need to see if he treats her well like opening the car door for her, calls her when he says he will, makes sure he is kind, caring, and doesn’t tell lies etc.

Suddenly, my nephew turned to me and said, “Auntie, you can’t have a leprechaun for a boyfriend because they’re sneaky and they steal!”

“What?” I asked trying not to laugh.  He smirked at me and repeated his statement.  I assured him I would not and he seemed relieved.  Lol.

  • (Christmas evening.  My niece looked exhausted.  My mom asked her if she slept Christmas Eve.)

“Not at all,” Emmie replied.  “I heard Santa open the front door at midnight.  Then he put the magic, yellow dust on me and it makes me dizzy.  Then it stops and I still remember.”

“Remember what?” I asked.

“You know Auntie.  That I saw him.”

“He probably needs to use more dust for you then,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess so.  That’s why I’m so tired.  The dust didn’t work. I was up all night!”

(If you could have seen her convincing, little face and gestures as she explained it, even better.)


  • It took my nephew a few years to figure out (and he still doesn’t get the concept of divorce, thank-God) who my ex-husband is.   He was so little at the time he has no recollection of “C.”  He does, however, remember my former boyfriend (same first initial, a man unlike my ex) and every time he’d look at the map near the kitchen table, he’d point to a particular country and say, “Auntie, look there’s your husband.”  He finally realized (after numerous explanations) that I was not married to my boyfriend and that his cousins’ dad is a different man with three, other little children of his own.  Whew.

Life is never dull with little ones around and they are a continuous stream of humor.  I’m so grateful to be an auntie and a mom!  Till next Monday. . .

Buon Natale

Dear Friends,

It’s Christmas.  For some of us, we are experiencing hardship and loss (or remembering our losses and hurting because of them).  Some of us have felt the holes deeply other years and this year is more joyful.  Some of us will be separated from those we love on this holiday.  This day and celebration is for all of us, regardless, of where life’s tide has carried us.  Whether we are sad, happy, alone, struggling to believe, in a sandy desert or together with loved ones and friends.  So, here’s to all of us.  I’m grateful to be seeing my niece and nephew tonight and tomorrow afternoon.  They are my “hole pluggers” at times when I miss my children.  There will be food, family, and love.  There will even be some of the magic that has escaped me thus far this season.  Carrots for reindeer, cookies and milk for Santa, and the same request I have repeated for years, an elf please?  May peace, joy, and love be showered upon all of you.

Love,

Pamela

“It’s a good thing”

We were in the beginning stages of cookie making (namely assembling ingredients, spatulas, baking sheets, etc.). My arms were full of bowls, dry ingredients, sprinkles, and more.  Mom turned to me and said, “You are Rachel Ray in the kitchen.  I am Martha Stewart.”

Ouch, or was it?  I like Rachel Ray.  She’s Italian.  She’s loudish.  Her voice can be grating at times (no comment). She’s quirky (piling up her ingredients in her arms and doing a near tight rope walk to the counter). Occasionally, a stray object falls to the ground and her mom probably cringes, but come on!  We’re talking 30 minute meals here!  It’s not that she’s messy (she has a “garbage bowl” ya know). She’s just in a hurry to get started and doesn’t want to waste time neatly placing each ingredient in ABC order (I exaggerate but you get my drift).

Mom, no offense, but I wouldn’t want to be Martha with her condescending tone, artificial grin, and her ingredients grouped according to height and size (not that my mom does that). I just find her . . . boring.  So, although we spent nearly eight hours in the kitchen baking, decorating, and cleaning up, I had a blast (and it sure as hell wasn’t because I was like Martha)!

P.S. Mom, you’re nothing like Martha (and it’s a good thing).  She’s not that loud.  If you were like her, I wouldn’t have had that much fun! Love ya!

 

Sexy Domestication

It’s nearly Christmas.  Translation:  baking.  While guys might get turned on by V8 engines, raked front ends, and flex ratcheting wrenches, some of us, domesticated women, realize that a KitchenAid stand mixer means sexy.  The power and force behind this 30 lb. beast means durability and high performance.  What more could we ask for?  Maybe a direct drive, all steel transmission?  Yup.  A burnished, spiral, dough hook?  Yup.  A six quart, stainless bowl with handle?  Uh huh.   Okay, I admit it.  I’m sorta in love.  Since baking is pretty much a labor of love, it’s all good, right?  So guys, enjoy your Craftsmen and Makitas.  I’ll be in the kitchen, mesmerized. . .

Christmas Mourning

a father stands gravely
still waiting for his son to
return at last his last good-
bye

a sea of blue stands gravely
still waiting for his son to
return at last the last good-
bye

a country stands gravely
still waiting for her loved ones to
return at last praying there’s no
last good-
bye

Pamela  Rossow


Dear Santa

To the big guy in the red and white suit, you kinda scare me.  Everyone says you’re a nice old man with a real, white beard and twinkly eyes but mommy and daddy say I shouldn’t talk to strangers. Or sit on their laps.  Or let them hug me and whisper in my ear. Do you like to sit in the mall all day?  Don’t you miss Mrs. Claus?  But I like the toys you bring.  And I made you a list and mommy mailed it to you.  How does it get to the North Pole?  Do you really have little elves?  Do they really make my Decepticon Transformer in China?  How do you get in my house again?  Could you leave the presents on the porch instead?  Please don’t come in my bedroom and leave a gift under my little tree.  The porch is where your cookies and milk is.  And a carrot for your Rudolph.  Flying reindeer sound neat but I don’t want to go in your sleigh.  Just don’t land on the roof.  If you do, I might wake up if I hear a scary sound and then mommy and daddy will be super mad if I sneak in their bedroom and climb into their bed and wake them up and hide under the covers.  Just fly them down onto the ground.  And leave the presents on the porch, member?  Thanks, Santa.  Stay away from the green stuff daddy hung up.  Mommy and daddy kiss under there and it’s gross.  Oh, the list! I’m good, right?  At least pretty good?  I didn’t really grab Yoda out of my sister’s hand when she took him and I was playing with him first.  I just sorta took it.  It really wasn’t my fault that she isn’t good at Trouble and she started crying and I told her it’s because I’m the bestest Trouble game player in the world.  I said I was sorry when she tattle taled to mommy.  I promise I’ll go right to sleep.  Even if I fall asleep on the sofa in the living room I’m still really sleeping, kay?  I won’t be able to see you on the porch.  The sliding door is dark at night.  The Christmas lights don’t make it bright enough.  So just go ahead and put the presents there, kay?  Mom says I have to set the table with silverware and stuff.  She says you’re watching.  That’s kinda creepy but just remember my list, kay?  Good night Santa.  I hope you have a nice trip to Florida after Christmas.

Love,

Sammy