Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday dear me-e-e....
Happy Birthday to me.
OK, so it's now been 6 1/2 months since I last "blogged"...
Lots that's new.
1. as the title indicates, now in my LATE forties, as of today.
2. recently celebrated my 25th wedding anniversary... who'da thunk
3. getting my ASS kicked by an autoimmune disease (therefore no blogging)
Today was also my Dad's birthday...he would have been 82.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!
When I was a little girl I used to tell him I was the best present he ever got.
Thanks to my mom, of course there would be no "birth"day without her, THANKS MOM!!!
When we were kids she would set up our little family birthday parties which consisted of party hats, a simple cake with candles, and ice cream sodas; made with "White Rock soda. When we did have a party outside of the house, Jahn's Olde Fashioned Ice Cream Parlor was the best destination. Those TRULY were the good old days.
In the section of the Bronx I grew up in, there was a birthday tradition for young schoolgirls to wear a corsage that denoted the age you were turning. NO FLOWERS!!!! There was always a pipecleaner bumble bee, a really pretty ribbon & bow, and more pipe cleaners attaching "treats" together. The treats were usually candy, but I swear I remember one age being little dog biscuits!!! There were Tootsie Rolls, Bazooka Bubble Gum, mini Lifesaver rolls, Chicklets Gum, Jolly Ranchers... I can't remember which candy sood for which age. What a SIMPLE pleasure.
OK - as far as the blogosphere... here goes:
I'm stuck at home, watching too much TV, while the rest of the world works, and after a 6 month hiatus... I'M BACK!!!!!!!
I'd like to resurrect this blog, which was only in it's infancy when I had to put it on life support.
I'd really like to know what you think, too...
- Election Day approaching... unbelievable news coverage & TV ads!!!
- Anti-gay bullying and bullying in general
- Bill O'Reilly refers to 9/11 attack on WTC as "killed by Muslims"
- CT Home Invasion Trial in sentencing stage... death penalty on the table; what's this nonsense about life in prison being cheaper??
Well, I gotta run for now. Getting old SUCKS.
Gonna have to smile while I cut my low fat, low sodium, low taste, even lower expectations, birthday cake.... JUST KIDDING.
Have a great one,
Sheila
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Easter, My Mom & The Robe
The first movie ever filmed in CinemaScope, The Robe was nominated for five Academy Awards in 1953, including Best Picture and Best Actor for Richard Burton. Burton stars as Marcellus Gallio, the Roman centurion charged with overseeing the crucifixion. But when he wins Christ's robe in a gambling game at the foot of the cross, his life is changed forever.
Its inspired story set to a spectacular score, and featuring an all-star cast, including Victor Mature and Jean Simmons, The Robe remains one of the screen's greatest biblical epics.
Happy Easter!!!!!
Jelly beans, Peeps, chocolate bunnies and the robe? I mean "the Robe", the movie. When I was a little girl the only egg hunt I ever did was in our apartment, but I'll never forget my mom and "The Robe".
Our family never watched that much tv, but I clearly remember my Mom's teasing when I would ask her "Is The Robe on yet?" I guess that's when I first learned about double meanings. She would get the biggest kick out of tell me "No, the robe isn't on yet, see?" and of course she would pull at her housecoat to show me. I would explain what I meant and the next time I asked she would do it again. Eventually I would be giggling and trying to explain through my laughter and she would try to keep a serious face and keep playing with me that "the robe isn't on, can't you see?" Boy, do I miss that age of innocence. I was too young to tell time, but I'm not sure how old I was, I'll ask her tomorrow; she has a great memory.
My mom was (is) amazing!!!!! We all (6 of us!!) had beautiful baskets filled with candy from the Easter bunny and I don't know how she did it because we really didn't have money, at least not for splurges.
Next it was off to Church, we all had Easter bonnets, spring coats (as we used to call them), pretty dresses, meticulously pressed, ankle socks with white lace trim, white patent leather shoes, white gloves, curls in our hair (nothing overdone, just a simple ribbon tied around what she called a half ponytail, and of course... frilly panties. That was special fancy underwear to be worn over your normal undies incase your dress blew up, or if you were climbing like a monkey and your undies could be seen.... yup, that was me, the tomboy, even on Easter. My Mom might have her hair done (a real rarity for her) and maybe even wear a corsage.
Again, how did she do it???????
Well hats off to you Mom, or "bonnets" off to you, and of course, HAPPY EASTER!!!!!
I love you,
Sheila
xoxoxoxo
ps - Is The Robe on yet?
Its inspired story set to a spectacular score, and featuring an all-star cast, including Victor Mature and Jean Simmons, The Robe remains one of the screen's greatest biblical epics.
Happy Easter!!!!!
Jelly beans, Peeps, chocolate bunnies and the robe? I mean "the Robe", the movie. When I was a little girl the only egg hunt I ever did was in our apartment, but I'll never forget my mom and "The Robe".
Our family never watched that much tv, but I clearly remember my Mom's teasing when I would ask her "Is The Robe on yet?" I guess that's when I first learned about double meanings. She would get the biggest kick out of tell me "No, the robe isn't on yet, see?" and of course she would pull at her housecoat to show me. I would explain what I meant and the next time I asked she would do it again. Eventually I would be giggling and trying to explain through my laughter and she would try to keep a serious face and keep playing with me that "the robe isn't on, can't you see?" Boy, do I miss that age of innocence. I was too young to tell time, but I'm not sure how old I was, I'll ask her tomorrow; she has a great memory.
My mom was (is) amazing!!!!! We all (6 of us!!) had beautiful baskets filled with candy from the Easter bunny and I don't know how she did it because we really didn't have money, at least not for splurges.
Next it was off to Church, we all had Easter bonnets, spring coats (as we used to call them), pretty dresses, meticulously pressed, ankle socks with white lace trim, white patent leather shoes, white gloves, curls in our hair (nothing overdone, just a simple ribbon tied around what she called a half ponytail, and of course... frilly panties. That was special fancy underwear to be worn over your normal undies incase your dress blew up, or if you were climbing like a monkey and your undies could be seen.... yup, that was me, the tomboy, even on Easter. My Mom might have her hair done (a real rarity for her) and maybe even wear a corsage.
Again, how did she do it???????
Well hats off to you Mom, or "bonnets" off to you, and of course, HAPPY EASTER!!!!!
I love you,
Sheila
xoxoxoxo
ps - Is The Robe on yet?
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
I love a parade!
Sorry I haven't posted lately, I was sick :(. Feeling better now, thank God.
Well tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day and I am very excited. I've only made it to the parade in New York once in the last decade, and I'm going tomorrow. The forecast is 60 degrees and sunny YAY!!!!
My parents were both born and raised in Ireland, making me 1st generation American. For little girls whose parents are from Ireland, taking tap dance and ballet lessons aren't the norm, and frankly weren't on our radar either. Naturally, we all took Irish dancing, but we never gave it much thought, and thankfully, we really loved it.
I danced from the time I was 5 until I was 14. My mom tried to start me at 4, but I wasn't ready to stay in line and listen.... OMG, I'm still the same!
Anyway, this is a short one, but I'll follow up with a St. Pat's Day report.
Take apeak at this.... very cool
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxQrWey4Qsw
nils lofgren on accordion, gets the crowd singing “fields of athenry”
just prior to bruce springsteen beginning “no surrender”
july 12, 2009 LIVE in dublin
If you have an extra minute, check out youtube Stavros Flatly Audition Britain's Got Talent. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Tu0PAbW75A
TOO FUNNY.
Have a great day,
Sheila
Well tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day and I am very excited. I've only made it to the parade in New York once in the last decade, and I'm going tomorrow. The forecast is 60 degrees and sunny YAY!!!!
My parents were both born and raised in Ireland, making me 1st generation American. For little girls whose parents are from Ireland, taking tap dance and ballet lessons aren't the norm, and frankly weren't on our radar either. Naturally, we all took Irish dancing, but we never gave it much thought, and thankfully, we really loved it.
I danced from the time I was 5 until I was 14. My mom tried to start me at 4, but I wasn't ready to stay in line and listen.... OMG, I'm still the same!
Anyway, this is a short one, but I'll follow up with a St. Pat's Day report.
Take apeak at this.... very cool
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxQrWey4Qsw
nils lofgren on accordion, gets the crowd singing “fields of athenry”
just prior to bruce springsteen beginning “no surrender”
july 12, 2009 LIVE in dublin
If you have an extra minute, check out youtube Stavros Flatly Audition Britain's Got Talent. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Tu0PAbW75A
TOO FUNNY.
Have a great day,
Sheila
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Always, a Mom
I'm finally beginning to understand my mom. I mean really understand her. Well she's matured alot since I was a teenager, so it's easier for us to communicate now.
Often I tease her that she could find something to worry about, if nothing too troubling was already going on. That's a tall order for our family, nothing to worry about that is, there's 21 of us.
My mom was blessed (or cursed I suppose, ha ha) with 6 children. The girls were all born 1st; 5 of them. You read right... 5 baby girls in a row!!! Now, if you were paying attention when I said she had 6 children, then you got it... the baby was a boy. We (my siblings & I) claim that's why there's 6 of us, not 7. But, she swears it had nothing to do with finally "getting that boy".
Well, the first 5 of us were born in less than 7 years! That's alot of teenage girls to be raising in the '70s and '80s. Now put your calculator away.... I am 29 years old and so are all my sisters..... in fact my mom is 29 too.
Oh, now there are grandchildren too, which to her delight allows more opportunity for worry... you know what I mean.
RELAX! I'm just kidding...
Truth be told, I'm turning out to be alot more like her than I thought I would....but that's a blog of a different color... or for a different time.
OK, so where was I? Oh yes, I'm finally beginning to understand my mom.
You see, it's easier when they are babies. We don't believe it, but it is. I used to look at older women like they were nuts when they would see me with my little ones and say things like "enjoy them, these are the easy times, wait till they're older... then you'll really have your hands full." I figured they were glorifying the cute stuff and forgetting the vomit, sleepless nights, cutting teeth.... etc. Back then I thought life would be great, after diapers, formula, etc. So silly of me.
Nanas, as she's lovingly called by children, grandchildren and now loads of family friends, is still a mom. My older kids are now in their 20s, and of course I'm still a mom, and surprise... a worrier. Nothing over-the-top, and it turns out my mom's worry isn't over-the-top either, just the usual. It's sometimes the same as when they were little, yet somehow very different. I know that doesn't make any sense, and I kind of think that's the point.
When they are little we make sure their food isn't too hot, their shoes aren't too big (don't want them to trip), dress them warmly, see that they get their homework done, study for tests, make good choices, respect others, respect themselves, get proper rest, and so on. We take care of them when they are sick, hurt, sad, lonely......we worry whether or not they are happy.
It's no different when they are older, except now their problems can't be fixed with a popsicle.
Well, in spite of the good, the bad and the ugly, I'm so glad I'm a mom. There has never been a job that has given me 1% of the job satisfaction I have from being a mom. I'm sure my kids don't always feel that way, like when my halo is in the bottom of a closet (rusted and dinged), or when my "Mom of the Year" subscription doesn't reach the mailbox cause I've been deleted from their list.
The good news is, when needed, the red cape still comes out, & SUPER MOM gets to work.
Thankfully I've been trained by the best, Super Nanas.
And let's face it, I'm nothing without my sidekick, SUPER DAD.
Chris, Brian, Bill & Joe, thanks for making me Mom.
xoxoxoxoxoxo
Often I tease her that she could find something to worry about, if nothing too troubling was already going on. That's a tall order for our family, nothing to worry about that is, there's 21 of us.
My mom was blessed (or cursed I suppose, ha ha) with 6 children. The girls were all born 1st; 5 of them. You read right... 5 baby girls in a row!!! Now, if you were paying attention when I said she had 6 children, then you got it... the baby was a boy. We (my siblings & I) claim that's why there's 6 of us, not 7. But, she swears it had nothing to do with finally "getting that boy".
Well, the first 5 of us were born in less than 7 years! That's alot of teenage girls to be raising in the '70s and '80s. Now put your calculator away.... I am 29 years old and so are all my sisters..... in fact my mom is 29 too.
Oh, now there are grandchildren too, which to her delight allows more opportunity for worry... you know what I mean.
RELAX! I'm just kidding...
Truth be told, I'm turning out to be alot more like her than I thought I would....but that's a blog of a different color... or for a different time.
OK, so where was I? Oh yes, I'm finally beginning to understand my mom.
You see, it's easier when they are babies. We don't believe it, but it is. I used to look at older women like they were nuts when they would see me with my little ones and say things like "enjoy them, these are the easy times, wait till they're older... then you'll really have your hands full." I figured they were glorifying the cute stuff and forgetting the vomit, sleepless nights, cutting teeth.... etc. Back then I thought life would be great, after diapers, formula, etc. So silly of me.
Nanas, as she's lovingly called by children, grandchildren and now loads of family friends, is still a mom. My older kids are now in their 20s, and of course I'm still a mom, and surprise... a worrier. Nothing over-the-top, and it turns out my mom's worry isn't over-the-top either, just the usual. It's sometimes the same as when they were little, yet somehow very different. I know that doesn't make any sense, and I kind of think that's the point.
When they are little we make sure their food isn't too hot, their shoes aren't too big (don't want them to trip), dress them warmly, see that they get their homework done, study for tests, make good choices, respect others, respect themselves, get proper rest, and so on. We take care of them when they are sick, hurt, sad, lonely......we worry whether or not they are happy.
It's no different when they are older, except now their problems can't be fixed with a popsicle.
Well, in spite of the good, the bad and the ugly, I'm so glad I'm a mom. There has never been a job that has given me 1% of the job satisfaction I have from being a mom. I'm sure my kids don't always feel that way, like when my halo is in the bottom of a closet (rusted and dinged), or when my "Mom of the Year" subscription doesn't reach the mailbox cause I've been deleted from their list.
The good news is, when needed, the red cape still comes out, & SUPER MOM gets to work.
Thankfully I've been trained by the best, Super Nanas.
And let's face it, I'm nothing without my sidekick, SUPER DAD.
Chris, Brian, Bill & Joe, thanks for making me Mom.
xoxoxoxoxoxo
Monday, March 8, 2010
Technology.... don't even get me started!
Sometimes I wonder how I would get by without my cell phone or laptop....
and sometimes I long for the days of my youth when my friends tried to call me and got a busy signal.
A decade ago when my kids first started instant messaging during homework I thought, "wow, my mother wouldn't let me talk on the phone during homework, except to check the assignment or something". Pretty quickly it went from one or two "im's" to having a dozen or so bubbles at the bottom of the screen representing different conversations. Well, you could hardly call them conversations, sometimes they were the typed versions of various grunts... things like yo, yeah, whatup, nuttin. Then came the secret code like gtg - which meant "got to go" or pos - which meant "parent over shoulder". Still seemed sorta harmless. Then we were lol and rofl and who could forget idk... soon to gain notoriety when used by a grannie in a cell phone commercial. Oh, did I neglect to mention that this language was also being used on cell phones too? Sorry, technology... I told you, "Don't even get me started".
Now I'm guessing most parents have had the talk... you know the one, where we mostly say things like "really?" and "are you kidding me?" especially after learning some of the more distateful abbreviations..... let's just leave it at that.
I'll tell you what concerns me the most is the SPEED at which things happen. Gone is the opportunity to think before doing.... or is it?
Maybe young people need to perfectly tanned, have pearly white teeth, wear the latest trends, apply their make-up with high quality products because their lives are a photo shoot!
Maybe we've got it all wrong. Young girls aren't worried about trying looking like a model, just looking better than the people next to you. Come on, kids (ages 12-30; I can say that because I am 100) have over 1,000 friends on their social network pages and at least that many photos as well.
Idon't know how we got so far off track. Now with SEXTING, I wonder, can't we all slow down a little?
I nearly gagged when Barbara Walters said a couple of weeks ago that schools should be teaching that if you forward a SEXT, in this case a nude picture of your ex who is a minor, you have to be carefule because you could end up on being charged as a Sex Offender and listed on the registry.
Sadly, she wasn't worried about the self esteem of a young lady who felt she needed to send her boyfriend a picture of her nude.
Pretty soon you won't wait with nervous anticipation for your child's first steps or first words..... they'll be in school when they take them. How else will there be enough time to teach the 3 R's as well as what society expects them to teach?
So maybe in the future when a mother's maternity leave is over, the baby will start school.
Why not?
Some people think they should learn to tie their shoes at school, really, I swear.
Let's see....they should learn the alphabet at school...... learn to write their name..... learn their address..... stop, drop & roll......and then one day, teach them how to buy groceries...... balance a checkbook.....apply for a credit card..... fill out a job application....... have sex, or not........ use birth control, or not...... love..... abstinence....... self esteem...... fair fighting, etc.
Well, I suppose the next thing will be a course in how to book travel reservations.
Anyway, back to technology.
I find myself saying the same thing over and over....."Just because we can does not mean we should".
Is there someone you can talk to about making better choices .... with the technology they have?
Just a thought.
Sheila
and sometimes I long for the days of my youth when my friends tried to call me and got a busy signal.
A decade ago when my kids first started instant messaging during homework I thought, "wow, my mother wouldn't let me talk on the phone during homework, except to check the assignment or something". Pretty quickly it went from one or two "im's" to having a dozen or so bubbles at the bottom of the screen representing different conversations. Well, you could hardly call them conversations, sometimes they were the typed versions of various grunts... things like yo, yeah, whatup, nuttin. Then came the secret code like gtg - which meant "got to go" or pos - which meant "parent over shoulder". Still seemed sorta harmless. Then we were lol and rofl and who could forget idk... soon to gain notoriety when used by a grannie in a cell phone commercial. Oh, did I neglect to mention that this language was also being used on cell phones too? Sorry, technology... I told you, "Don't even get me started".
Now I'm guessing most parents have had the talk... you know the one, where we mostly say things like "really?" and "are you kidding me?" especially after learning some of the more distateful abbreviations..... let's just leave it at that.
I'll tell you what concerns me the most is the SPEED at which things happen. Gone is the opportunity to think before doing.... or is it?
Maybe young people need to perfectly tanned, have pearly white teeth, wear the latest trends, apply their make-up with high quality products because their lives are a photo shoot!
Maybe we've got it all wrong. Young girls aren't worried about trying looking like a model, just looking better than the people next to you. Come on, kids (ages 12-30; I can say that because I am 100) have over 1,000 friends on their social network pages and at least that many photos as well.
Idon't know how we got so far off track. Now with SEXTING, I wonder, can't we all slow down a little?
I nearly gagged when Barbara Walters said a couple of weeks ago that schools should be teaching that if you forward a SEXT, in this case a nude picture of your ex who is a minor, you have to be carefule because you could end up on being charged as a Sex Offender and listed on the registry.
Sadly, she wasn't worried about the self esteem of a young lady who felt she needed to send her boyfriend a picture of her nude.
Pretty soon you won't wait with nervous anticipation for your child's first steps or first words..... they'll be in school when they take them. How else will there be enough time to teach the 3 R's as well as what society expects them to teach?
So maybe in the future when a mother's maternity leave is over, the baby will start school.
Why not?
Some people think they should learn to tie their shoes at school, really, I swear.
Let's see....they should learn the alphabet at school...... learn to write their name..... learn their address..... stop, drop & roll......and then one day, teach them how to buy groceries...... balance a checkbook.....apply for a credit card..... fill out a job application....... have sex, or not........ use birth control, or not...... love..... abstinence....... self esteem...... fair fighting, etc.
Well, I suppose the next thing will be a course in how to book travel reservations.
Anyway, back to technology.
I find myself saying the same thing over and over....."Just because we can does not mean we should".
Is there someone you can talk to about making better choices .... with the technology they have?
Just a thought.
Sheila
Saturday, March 6, 2010
I miss you and your penny loafers and bowties.
We met in 1989 and we were an unlikely pair. I was this sassy 25-year-old cigarette smoking New Yorker, and he was a straight laced, penny loafers & bowtie wearing non-smoker, Colorado native, who I honestly don't think ever cursed in his life.
We were both somewhat recent transplants to thecommunity. At the time, I had a new baby and a preschooler.
You see Jeff, also known as Dr. Jeff, became our pediatrician that hot summer day in 1989.
Who could’ve guessed the great friendship in store for us?
As odd a pair as we were, we clicked.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, to me one of the most important words ever, respect, that was what bonded us.
Jeff had an extraordinary way of showing respect to the moms, dads, guardians, and also his patients (no matter how young or old they might be). He listened and didn’t dismiss the logic or reasoning behind your point of view, like the times he reminded me it would be best if the kids drank skim milk, and I just kept whining that it’s never on sale (really 1% would be on sale all the time, and they drank a lot of milk!$). Well, we’ve been on skim now for years because it turns out that whole milk is 3% milkfat and skim of course is 0%, but milk fat is one of the really bad fats and kids don’t need it after reaching 2.
OK, so Jeff….1, Sheila….0.
I’ll get you next time you…, you…., you evil genius. Damn you!!
Well not exactly, we had many other lively exchanges, but always with respect.
Jeff was so much more than just our doctor. We had kids the same age who were in Boy Scouts, sports and school plays together, but they were also (and still are) friends. This meant we were school parents together too, and we would team up, with others as well, to get a budget passed and even a school built (yes, we dared to dream). Over the years we spent time together on blankets at soccer, in the audience at plays, around the campfire at Boy Scouts and more as we celebrated the lives of our children.
I was on vacation and sadly missed it when he renewed his vows with Nancy. Luckily, I was there for the double celebration, Nancy’s 50th birthday and their 25th anniversary and thrilled to be counted amongst the special people in their lives (also thrilled with the desserts. Nancy is soooo talented, but I digress).
We laughed together and shared our lives’ for 20 years, well almost 20 (five months shy).
I miss my buddy Jeff. Last Tuesday was the first anniversary of his passing and I still can't believe that he is not here, with us.
During that “almost” 20 years he saved my children’s lives, on more than one occasion. My two younger children had been hospitalized 13 times between them, for big stuff, and I am in no way making light of other children’s hospitalizations. There were times when Jeff had “hit the books” to figure out what was wrong when the specialists couldn’t. What a blessing he was in our lives. Jeff was always in our corner, always our “champion”. Every (especially new) mom should have that kind of support from their pediatrician. How lucky I was (and of course, my family) that job relocations landed us in the same community.
I've also been blessed with love and friendship of Jeff's wife Nancy. We are soul sisters…. but that’s for another blog, or 10… but for now, just know that her love and grace are a gift to all who know her. In Jeff's final days she opened her home to those he loved so they could keep him company, share stories, prayers and comfort food. Everyone had a chance to be at his bedside, WHAT AN HONOR.
I miss Jeff desperately, especially when I need advice, not because he was our doctor, but because he was my friend... my buddy, my partner in crime. In the final hours before he left us, I was able to sit on his bed, lean down, hug him and whisper in his ear. My heart was breaking, this amazing man, this hero, this savior to my children, had to go. How lucky I was to be able to tell him what he meant to me. I’m sure he already knew. How many times he had saved their lives and here I had to accept saying goodbye to him. What a world.
So, don’t judge a book by its cover. Maybe more importantly, don't judge.
For today I say thanks Jeff for being such a special force in my life. So often I have strength to accomplish much because of your faith in me.
Brian and I are forever in your debt, and Nancy and the kids can depend on us for anything.
I love you and miss you,
Sheila
xoxoxox
We were both somewhat recent transplants to thecommunity. At the time, I had a new baby and a preschooler.
You see Jeff, also known as Dr. Jeff, became our pediatrician that hot summer day in 1989.
Who could’ve guessed the great friendship in store for us?
As odd a pair as we were, we clicked.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, to me one of the most important words ever, respect, that was what bonded us.
Jeff had an extraordinary way of showing respect to the moms, dads, guardians, and also his patients (no matter how young or old they might be). He listened and didn’t dismiss the logic or reasoning behind your point of view, like the times he reminded me it would be best if the kids drank skim milk, and I just kept whining that it’s never on sale (really 1% would be on sale all the time, and they drank a lot of milk!$). Well, we’ve been on skim now for years because it turns out that whole milk is 3% milkfat and skim of course is 0%, but milk fat is one of the really bad fats and kids don’t need it after reaching 2.
OK, so Jeff….1, Sheila….0.
I’ll get you next time you…, you…., you evil genius. Damn you!!
Well not exactly, we had many other lively exchanges, but always with respect.
Jeff was so much more than just our doctor. We had kids the same age who were in Boy Scouts, sports and school plays together, but they were also (and still are) friends. This meant we were school parents together too, and we would team up, with others as well, to get a budget passed and even a school built (yes, we dared to dream). Over the years we spent time together on blankets at soccer, in the audience at plays, around the campfire at Boy Scouts and more as we celebrated the lives of our children.
I was on vacation and sadly missed it when he renewed his vows with Nancy. Luckily, I was there for the double celebration, Nancy’s 50th birthday and their 25th anniversary and thrilled to be counted amongst the special people in their lives (also thrilled with the desserts. Nancy is soooo talented, but I digress).
We laughed together and shared our lives’ for 20 years, well almost 20 (five months shy).
I miss my buddy Jeff. Last Tuesday was the first anniversary of his passing and I still can't believe that he is not here, with us.
During that “almost” 20 years he saved my children’s lives, on more than one occasion. My two younger children had been hospitalized 13 times between them, for big stuff, and I am in no way making light of other children’s hospitalizations. There were times when Jeff had “hit the books” to figure out what was wrong when the specialists couldn’t. What a blessing he was in our lives. Jeff was always in our corner, always our “champion”. Every (especially new) mom should have that kind of support from their pediatrician. How lucky I was (and of course, my family) that job relocations landed us in the same community.
I've also been blessed with love and friendship of Jeff's wife Nancy. We are soul sisters…. but that’s for another blog, or 10… but for now, just know that her love and grace are a gift to all who know her. In Jeff's final days she opened her home to those he loved so they could keep him company, share stories, prayers and comfort food. Everyone had a chance to be at his bedside, WHAT AN HONOR.
I miss Jeff desperately, especially when I need advice, not because he was our doctor, but because he was my friend... my buddy, my partner in crime. In the final hours before he left us, I was able to sit on his bed, lean down, hug him and whisper in his ear. My heart was breaking, this amazing man, this hero, this savior to my children, had to go. How lucky I was to be able to tell him what he meant to me. I’m sure he already knew. How many times he had saved their lives and here I had to accept saying goodbye to him. What a world.
So, don’t judge a book by its cover. Maybe more importantly, don't judge.
For today I say thanks Jeff for being such a special force in my life. So often I have strength to accomplish much because of your faith in me.
Brian and I are forever in your debt, and Nancy and the kids can depend on us for anything.
I love you and miss you,
Sheila
xoxoxox
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Uh oh, serious contemplation...
Oh this journey has some twists and turns. Some days it's harder to keep the faith.
Where do we find our strength? confidence, self esteem?
How do we, can we, know if we are making a good decision, the right decision? for ourselves, in the workplace, for others, for our children....?
Do we learn self confidence in the formative years like the experts say? Nature vs. nurture.... the debate continues.
I think we get chances to reinvent ourselves, if we look for them, and if we take them. Do you tune in to compliments from others?... are you getting the message? do you drink it in, swirl that taste around in your mouth?
One of the best ways to build up someone's confidence is to take the time to let them know about a job well done. All it takes is paying a little attention and looking for the positive. If a child hasn't gotten the praise or recognition they need, it's not over.
Do you know a tween, teen or young adult who isn't making the best of choices? Could it be they aren't valuing themselves enough? Do you have a few minutes to be a positive influence, to really make a difference, to shine a light on someone who really needs it? Find the momemt to be someone's light, especially if they are living in the shadows.
Now take a minute to think about thouse who have helped you find your inner strength.
For me,it's as easy as looking at the company I keep (or keep in touch with). I've got a long list of folks who've helped me to believe in myself.
Today I thank Joann D. for her very kind words. Joann you have influenced my life more than you'll ever know. Thanks for seeing the best in me so I could too.
xoxoxoxo
Sheila
Where do we find our strength? confidence, self esteem?
How do we, can we, know if we are making a good decision, the right decision? for ourselves, in the workplace, for others, for our children....?
Do we learn self confidence in the formative years like the experts say? Nature vs. nurture.... the debate continues.
I think we get chances to reinvent ourselves, if we look for them, and if we take them. Do you tune in to compliments from others?... are you getting the message? do you drink it in, swirl that taste around in your mouth?
One of the best ways to build up someone's confidence is to take the time to let them know about a job well done. All it takes is paying a little attention and looking for the positive. If a child hasn't gotten the praise or recognition they need, it's not over.
Do you know a tween, teen or young adult who isn't making the best of choices? Could it be they aren't valuing themselves enough? Do you have a few minutes to be a positive influence, to really make a difference, to shine a light on someone who really needs it? Find the momemt to be someone's light, especially if they are living in the shadows.
Now take a minute to think about thouse who have helped you find your inner strength.
For me,it's as easy as looking at the company I keep (or keep in touch with). I've got a long list of folks who've helped me to believe in myself.
Today I thank Joann D. for her very kind words. Joann you have influenced my life more than you'll ever know. Thanks for seeing the best in me so I could too.
xoxoxoxo
Sheila
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Sometimes you're on & sometimes you're off : (
Hi there,
Yes, I'm back, again. No excuse, well lots of them, but none that really matter. Sorry, I will try to be better in the future.
So today's title could also have been "sometimes you're up and sometimes you're down"... this has been a weird week. Lots on my mind. You see yesterday, my youngest turned 18. I saw it coming, even said it many times to others like old co-workers, old neighbors, etc., "...and the youngest will be 18 this year". Just like any milestones, we all seem to talk about them beforehand with sort of a "just the news" quality. "I'm starting my new job this Monday", "I'm getting married this fall", "I'm due in 4 months", "We're closing on the house this Thursday", "My first born starts nursery school in 6 weeks"... you get the drift. But some of these things, that are really life changing, we talk about with a strange detachment... we know it's something big that will get a reaction when we share it with someone we haven't seen in awhile.... but when do we really tell ourselves? That's a little different.
OK, maybe I'm not making any sense to you but play along for a minute.
You see, this year that 18 year old will graduate from high school... another thing we all say like "the baby is a senior and going to college in the fall", and for the first time I've really considered ALL that it means!!!! : (
No more "meet the teachers" nights, parent/teacher conferences, class pictures, school plays, recorder practice, field trips, snow days, science fairs, cupcakes for birthdays, permission slips, spelling words, dances, team sports, proms etc. etc. etc. No more life as we now know it. Now that it's finally sinking in, I have sort of a sinking feeling. I've been doing this school mommy thing since the oldest started nursery school in 1989.
It'll be OK.
Maybe it will be good, NO maybe it will be great!!!!! (that's call spin)
No more calls home "missed my bus and need a ride", "forgot my ....homework, lunch, project, gym shorts, book, trip money,etc".
No more calls home from the teacher, the bus company, the nurse, the principal ......
Well it will be, what it will be... OK, good, great...... mostly just different. I guess this will just be part of the journey I'm on this year.
Catch you soon,
Sheila
PS - Happy Birthday Bill xoxox I love You
Yes, I'm back, again. No excuse, well lots of them, but none that really matter. Sorry, I will try to be better in the future.
So today's title could also have been "sometimes you're up and sometimes you're down"... this has been a weird week. Lots on my mind. You see yesterday, my youngest turned 18. I saw it coming, even said it many times to others like old co-workers, old neighbors, etc., "...and the youngest will be 18 this year". Just like any milestones, we all seem to talk about them beforehand with sort of a "just the news" quality. "I'm starting my new job this Monday", "I'm getting married this fall", "I'm due in 4 months", "We're closing on the house this Thursday", "My first born starts nursery school in 6 weeks"... you get the drift. But some of these things, that are really life changing, we talk about with a strange detachment... we know it's something big that will get a reaction when we share it with someone we haven't seen in awhile.... but when do we really tell ourselves? That's a little different.
OK, maybe I'm not making any sense to you but play along for a minute.
You see, this year that 18 year old will graduate from high school... another thing we all say like "the baby is a senior and going to college in the fall", and for the first time I've really considered ALL that it means!!!! : (
No more "meet the teachers" nights, parent/teacher conferences, class pictures, school plays, recorder practice, field trips, snow days, science fairs, cupcakes for birthdays, permission slips, spelling words, dances, team sports, proms etc. etc. etc. No more life as we now know it. Now that it's finally sinking in, I have sort of a sinking feeling. I've been doing this school mommy thing since the oldest started nursery school in 1989.
It'll be OK.
Maybe it will be good, NO maybe it will be great!!!!! (that's call spin)
No more calls home "missed my bus and need a ride", "forgot my ....homework, lunch, project, gym shorts, book, trip money,etc".
No more calls home from the teacher, the bus company, the nurse, the principal ......
Well it will be, what it will be... OK, good, great...... mostly just different. I guess this will just be part of the journey I'm on this year.
Catch you soon,
Sheila
PS - Happy Birthday Bill xoxox I love You
Monday, February 22, 2010
Okay, so clearly I'm on a journey.
At the risk of sounding like some kind of cult follower, I've been eating differently since I started watching the Dr. Oz Show. Seriously, I've never been a good “dieter” especially when it came to weighing food, planning ahead of time, checking points, etc. Somehow, hearing the messages about cutting out sugars, snacking smart, eating nuts for energy (instead of reaching for a candy bar when you get that sluggish feeling), well the lessons seems to have penetrated my brain. Suddenly I started to shop a little differently. Suddenly I started to snack a little differently. Suddenly I started reading labels, which does make grocery shopping a much longer endeavor. At some point all that reading, changing my grocery lists, paying closer attention to what I put in my mouth, has sort of come together and become the” lifestyle” I am choosing. So far I am down 9 pounds, but that’s not the point.
You see, for me, it's really not about the numbers, my weight or clothing size, but it's about how I feel. It’s not even about how I feel about myself, self esteem, confidence….but more how I physically feel. I was always active, not just a tomboy but even a cheerleader! I never had any really serious issues with weight until about nine years ago. Oh I certainly had that 20-30 pounds post partum that I should’ve dropped (20+ years ago), but nothing like the 80-90 that I need to drop now.
I hate it when I can’t do something because of my weight, it really bothers me. When did I become this fat person? Well I won't bore you with too many details but in 2001 I met with a few medical challenges resulting in the need for medication(s) I’ll take for the rest of my life. Sadly the meds put weight on and on and on and on.
Over the years, I guess I got used to it. But now that I'm feeling a lot more energy and strength (really it’s thanks to the nuts, berries and twigs I’ve been eating) I think it’s time to consider the other half of the "lifestyle" equation. Brace yourself. It’s a very scary word, you may even have heard it before, its’ called exercise! It just might take an exorcism to actually get me to exercise ha ha. Now, now, I'm just kidding. Now I’ve planned to exercise before… bought the clothes, the pretty water bottle, something to tie my hair up with for when I get all sweaty….and then I’m gonna start tomorrow, or Monday, or next week and somehow it just seems to slip away from me. Maybe I need to write it in my appointment book (like everything else these days) so I won’t forget.
Well every journey begins with a single step and I hope mine will be tomorrow.
Sheila
You see, for me, it's really not about the numbers, my weight or clothing size, but it's about how I feel. It’s not even about how I feel about myself, self esteem, confidence….but more how I physically feel. I was always active, not just a tomboy but even a cheerleader! I never had any really serious issues with weight until about nine years ago. Oh I certainly had that 20-30 pounds post partum that I should’ve dropped (20+ years ago), but nothing like the 80-90 that I need to drop now.
I hate it when I can’t do something because of my weight, it really bothers me. When did I become this fat person? Well I won't bore you with too many details but in 2001 I met with a few medical challenges resulting in the need for medication(s) I’ll take for the rest of my life. Sadly the meds put weight on and on and on and on.
Over the years, I guess I got used to it. But now that I'm feeling a lot more energy and strength (really it’s thanks to the nuts, berries and twigs I’ve been eating) I think it’s time to consider the other half of the "lifestyle" equation. Brace yourself. It’s a very scary word, you may even have heard it before, its’ called exercise! It just might take an exorcism to actually get me to exercise ha ha. Now, now, I'm just kidding. Now I’ve planned to exercise before… bought the clothes, the pretty water bottle, something to tie my hair up with for when I get all sweaty….and then I’m gonna start tomorrow, or Monday, or next week and somehow it just seems to slip away from me. Maybe I need to write it in my appointment book (like everything else these days) so I won’t forget.
Well every journey begins with a single step and I hope mine will be tomorrow.
Sheila
Sunday, February 21, 2010
FORUM not form…
If you know me really well, then you know that typing is one of my personal strengths and often a source of great pride..... NOT.
To this day I am teased by my old high school girlfriends about it. Sometimes people ask, "Didn't you take typing in high school?" Yes, I'm ashamed to admit, but I took typing in high school and failed. I don't know what the problem is! For some reason, I just don't trust my fingers.
I know you're supposed to be able to sit there and read the assigned text all the while your fingers flying at the keys, but, I would read a bit, type it, read a bit, type it and so on. My style of typing wasn’t what Mrs. McDermott had in mind, so ultimately she covered my keys. She put a sheet of paper tucked sideways, above the top row of keys covering all of the keys in waterfall fashion. Well you can't scare me with one piece of paper, after all, I was a teenager. Please, we all know that teenagers are far smarter than adults. All I had to do was pretend to sweep by bangs out of my eyes, flipping up the paper as I tossed back my hair and then swish, flip, peak, type... swish, flip, peak, type.... I was a genius. I could type like this forever. Really, to be intimidated by a piece of paper, come on.
Who knew Mrs. McDermott was so sly? She was sharper than I had given her credit for. You see, a day or two later, I entered the classroom and sat down at the same typewriter and, what the hell?...every key had a little piece of paper taped on it covering the letter or symbol underneath. Well I wasn’t scared by 1 sheet of paper, but I was really doomed looking at the 50 or so tiny pieces she had cut it into.
What now? Am I supposed to try to memorize the keys? ... DUH, I think that was her point from the beginning. Unfortunately, it was too late for me. We were past the days of drilling asdfgf ;lkjhj , so there was no way I could type with these blank keys.
So here I am, one hundred years later, still looking at the keys and doing sort of a fast version of hunt and peck. OK so maybe not that fast... I've seen my family cringing when they catch me typing. Fortunately, I always typed just enough to get by and thankfully,I've never had to rely on my typing skills to feed my family.
So what is the point of this all? Yesterday I asked you to consider topics of importance to you that I might blog about, thereby providing a forum (sort of), but it came out as FORM. Noe make no mistake, I am a lousy typist, but I am an excellent speller. So if you read something that's just not right, it could be a typo vs. me being crazy. Well, it could be me being crazy too.
Typing this blog is a bit of a labor of love for me. And I am loving it!
Sheila
xoxoxo
To this day I am teased by my old high school girlfriends about it. Sometimes people ask, "Didn't you take typing in high school?" Yes, I'm ashamed to admit, but I took typing in high school and failed. I don't know what the problem is! For some reason, I just don't trust my fingers.
I know you're supposed to be able to sit there and read the assigned text all the while your fingers flying at the keys, but, I would read a bit, type it, read a bit, type it and so on. My style of typing wasn’t what Mrs. McDermott had in mind, so ultimately she covered my keys. She put a sheet of paper tucked sideways, above the top row of keys covering all of the keys in waterfall fashion. Well you can't scare me with one piece of paper, after all, I was a teenager. Please, we all know that teenagers are far smarter than adults. All I had to do was pretend to sweep by bangs out of my eyes, flipping up the paper as I tossed back my hair and then swish, flip, peak, type... swish, flip, peak, type.... I was a genius. I could type like this forever. Really, to be intimidated by a piece of paper, come on.
Who knew Mrs. McDermott was so sly? She was sharper than I had given her credit for. You see, a day or two later, I entered the classroom and sat down at the same typewriter and, what the hell?...every key had a little piece of paper taped on it covering the letter or symbol underneath. Well I wasn’t scared by 1 sheet of paper, but I was really doomed looking at the 50 or so tiny pieces she had cut it into.
What now? Am I supposed to try to memorize the keys? ... DUH, I think that was her point from the beginning. Unfortunately, it was too late for me. We were past the days of drilling asdfgf ;lkjhj , so there was no way I could type with these blank keys.
So here I am, one hundred years later, still looking at the keys and doing sort of a fast version of hunt and peck. OK so maybe not that fast... I've seen my family cringing when they catch me typing. Fortunately, I always typed just enough to get by and thankfully,I've never had to rely on my typing skills to feed my family.
So what is the point of this all? Yesterday I asked you to consider topics of importance to you that I might blog about, thereby providing a forum (sort of), but it came out as FORM. Noe make no mistake, I am a lousy typist, but I am an excellent speller. So if you read something that's just not right, it could be a typo vs. me being crazy. Well, it could be me being crazy too.
Typing this blog is a bit of a labor of love for me. And I am loving it!
Sheila
xoxoxo
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Still Alive...
Well I'm back!!! I have to say a big THANKS for all the positive responses I received from my first blog. Sorry for the hiatus. I post just once and then disappear for a week and a half (?)... I am so, so sorry. I promise not to let that happen again. Rather than offer a guarantee that I will post every single day, which may not really be realistic, I'll simply promise to post every other day. This way, if I get to post 2days in a row you’ll be pleasantly surprised (she stated humbly).
See, these posts can be educational. What I just did is called “underpromise and overdeliver” in the sales world. Now that’s not to say that I'm selling you my blog... however I suppose I really am. Aren’t we really selling ourselves all the time? That's why we pick the clothes we do, how we do our hair, the car we drive, the makeup we wear; those are all just advertisements for us. So, my blog can serve as a little billboard for me and I hope you're interested in buying into it (me). Sadly, my blog can sell me much better in the virtual world than my personal advertisements might, ie: clothes, car, hair, make up. But, I am a self proclaimed tomboy and what you see is what you get.
Anyway, I promised to get back to everyone about filming Dr. Oz so here's the juicy scoop. This Wednesday, February 24, 2010, on your local Fox station you can tune in to see me, Brian (hubby), Chris, Brian (son), Billy, and Joe on the Dr. Oz Show. Only five of us went to the taping in New York, but you will see Joe in some of the pre-taped footage eating pancakes. We were chosen to try a diet containing foods known to have anticancer properties, and cook our meals from the items on a set list of groceries. We filmed ourselves at home cooking and eating from the suggested recipes they gave us. Then Dr. Oz asked us questions about the ease of purchasing the items, price, taste, etc.
It was a fabulous experience. We got to meet Dr. Oz and chat with him for a little bit (and take pictures). He is a sweetheart and his whole staff is so warm and friendly. To be camera ready, we even went through hair and makeup!!! I’m not sure if I felt like Cinderella or the Cowardly Lion getting primped to meet the great and powerful Oz. Seriously, though, if you get the chance, go online and request tickets to a taping of the show. It’s really worth the time.
In Connecticut, Dr. Oz comes on twice a day on the Fox network, at 10 AM and at 5 PM. Be careful, the 5 PM broadcast will be the episode we’re in and then it is repeated again at 10 AM the next morning... how lucky you could get to watch it twice. If you can't tune in there's always a chance you can go to www.DoctorOz.com and find a reference or link to the anticancer diet that may contain a bit of footage with the Kenny family. Today I will be uploading a picture we took while at the show to my Facebook account, and for those of you not yet on Facebook I will send it in an e-mail.
Okay, winding down.
I would sincerely love to hear your comments, but if you prefernot to post them on the blog, you can feel free to e-mail me at Sheila.Kenny.CT@Gmail.com. I still have my other private e-mail, but I will use this one for blog related business.
I'd also like to know what you’re thinking about and want to hear discussed in a form. The few topics that run through my mind a lot, and I can assure you they'll be included in posts coming up soon, are the unfortunate effects the Internet and technology have had on young people these days. Just because we can, does that mean we should?
Please click on the icon to become a follower and pass on the hyperlink to others to check out my blog, the more the merrier.
Tata for now,
Sheila
See, these posts can be educational. What I just did is called “underpromise and overdeliver” in the sales world. Now that’s not to say that I'm selling you my blog... however I suppose I really am. Aren’t we really selling ourselves all the time? That's why we pick the clothes we do, how we do our hair, the car we drive, the makeup we wear; those are all just advertisements for us. So, my blog can serve as a little billboard for me and I hope you're interested in buying into it (me). Sadly, my blog can sell me much better in the virtual world than my personal advertisements might, ie: clothes, car, hair, make up. But, I am a self proclaimed tomboy and what you see is what you get.
Anyway, I promised to get back to everyone about filming Dr. Oz so here's the juicy scoop. This Wednesday, February 24, 2010, on your local Fox station you can tune in to see me, Brian (hubby), Chris, Brian (son), Billy, and Joe on the Dr. Oz Show. Only five of us went to the taping in New York, but you will see Joe in some of the pre-taped footage eating pancakes. We were chosen to try a diet containing foods known to have anticancer properties, and cook our meals from the items on a set list of groceries. We filmed ourselves at home cooking and eating from the suggested recipes they gave us. Then Dr. Oz asked us questions about the ease of purchasing the items, price, taste, etc.
It was a fabulous experience. We got to meet Dr. Oz and chat with him for a little bit (and take pictures). He is a sweetheart and his whole staff is so warm and friendly. To be camera ready, we even went through hair and makeup!!! I’m not sure if I felt like Cinderella or the Cowardly Lion getting primped to meet the great and powerful Oz. Seriously, though, if you get the chance, go online and request tickets to a taping of the show. It’s really worth the time.
In Connecticut, Dr. Oz comes on twice a day on the Fox network, at 10 AM and at 5 PM. Be careful, the 5 PM broadcast will be the episode we’re in and then it is repeated again at 10 AM the next morning... how lucky you could get to watch it twice. If you can't tune in there's always a chance you can go to www.DoctorOz.com and find a reference or link to the anticancer diet that may contain a bit of footage with the Kenny family. Today I will be uploading a picture we took while at the show to my Facebook account, and for those of you not yet on Facebook I will send it in an e-mail.
Okay, winding down.
I would sincerely love to hear your comments, but if you prefernot to post them on the blog, you can feel free to e-mail me at Sheila.Kenny.CT@Gmail.com. I still have my other private e-mail, but I will use this one for blog related business.
I'd also like to know what you’re thinking about and want to hear discussed in a form. The few topics that run through my mind a lot, and I can assure you they'll be included in posts coming up soon, are the unfortunate effects the Internet and technology have had on young people these days. Just because we can, does that mean we should?
Please click on the icon to become a follower and pass on the hyperlink to others to check out my blog, the more the merrier.
Tata for now,
Sheila
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Where to begin....
Sheila Kenny is blogging! Boy is this a shock! Probably as much (or more) for me as for anyone else.
About 4 or 5 years ago an old friend urged me to start a blog and I scoffed. Type? on a regular basis? without being required to? Why in the world would I want to do that? But... I'm a little older, maybe a little wiser, maybe not, and I find myself with things to say that I would like to share. Anyway, that's what my friend Jim was trying to tell me a few years ago. He said that I should be sharing my thoughts, and that he liked things I had to say. So thank you Jim!!!! Sheila Kenny is alive and blogging.
Now if the "alive" thing is troubling you, don't worry. I haven't had any near death experience or anything, and I'm not aware of any rumors that there's a reason to be worried... unless there's something people aren't telling me,... what have you heard? Just kidding. I'm just feeling a bit more alive these days. Is that possible? Feeling more alive? I know it's only been 6 weeks, but 2010 seems to be a truly new year. It feels different. There's a sort of fresh vibe (sorry, not a word I usually use) and already there's a hint of some changes on the horizon. Well, stay tuned, I guess we'll find out together.
Speaking of new and alive... it's after 4 am and I can't sleep. I'm a bit like a kid waiting for Santa. Later today my family (me, hubby and the boys - only 3 out of 4 : ( ) are being picked up to go tape the Dr. Oz show. In fact, right now I'm in a nice hotel in Manhattan because it was too risky to drive in later. Today the northeast is getting snowed in.... and the BLIZZARD, as they are referring to it on the news, is expected to dump 14 - 18 inches of magical, fluffy snow. The city will be beautiful.
OK, now back to Dr. Oz. I've become a faithful fan and watch or record his show daily. He is clearly brilliant, but also clearly sincere. You just know that it is genuine when you watch as he counsels his guests. How refreshing! Anyway, I received a video camera from the show last week so I could record footage of me and my family as we....... wait a minute. I'm not going to spoil it for you. I suppose you'll have to stay tuned to hear and see how it goes. The episode will air in a few weeks, I'll be sure and post the details when I get them.
Well, I think that's enough excitement (and typing) for now. I must get my beauty sleep to be ready for the camera. How long does someone need to sleep before they lose 50 lbs? Never mind, I can't afford this hotel long enough to find out.
I hope you'll join me on this new journey, 2010... big changes... I've been praying for it... something good is coming.... I can feel it.... WOW.
Signing off from my very 1st blog, goodnight, God Bless xoxoxoxo
Sheila
ps - I feel like I should print a copy of this page and hang it on my fridge at home.
About 4 or 5 years ago an old friend urged me to start a blog and I scoffed. Type? on a regular basis? without being required to? Why in the world would I want to do that? But... I'm a little older, maybe a little wiser, maybe not, and I find myself with things to say that I would like to share. Anyway, that's what my friend Jim was trying to tell me a few years ago. He said that I should be sharing my thoughts, and that he liked things I had to say. So thank you Jim!!!! Sheila Kenny is alive and blogging.
Now if the "alive" thing is troubling you, don't worry. I haven't had any near death experience or anything, and I'm not aware of any rumors that there's a reason to be worried... unless there's something people aren't telling me,... what have you heard? Just kidding. I'm just feeling a bit more alive these days. Is that possible? Feeling more alive? I know it's only been 6 weeks, but 2010 seems to be a truly new year. It feels different. There's a sort of fresh vibe (sorry, not a word I usually use) and already there's a hint of some changes on the horizon. Well, stay tuned, I guess we'll find out together.
Speaking of new and alive... it's after 4 am and I can't sleep. I'm a bit like a kid waiting for Santa. Later today my family (me, hubby and the boys - only 3 out of 4 : ( ) are being picked up to go tape the Dr. Oz show. In fact, right now I'm in a nice hotel in Manhattan because it was too risky to drive in later. Today the northeast is getting snowed in.... and the BLIZZARD, as they are referring to it on the news, is expected to dump 14 - 18 inches of magical, fluffy snow. The city will be beautiful.
OK, now back to Dr. Oz. I've become a faithful fan and watch or record his show daily. He is clearly brilliant, but also clearly sincere. You just know that it is genuine when you watch as he counsels his guests. How refreshing! Anyway, I received a video camera from the show last week so I could record footage of me and my family as we....... wait a minute. I'm not going to spoil it for you. I suppose you'll have to stay tuned to hear and see how it goes. The episode will air in a few weeks, I'll be sure and post the details when I get them.
Well, I think that's enough excitement (and typing) for now. I must get my beauty sleep to be ready for the camera. How long does someone need to sleep before they lose 50 lbs? Never mind, I can't afford this hotel long enough to find out.
I hope you'll join me on this new journey, 2010... big changes... I've been praying for it... something good is coming.... I can feel it.... WOW.
Signing off from my very 1st blog, goodnight, God Bless xoxoxoxo
Sheila
ps - I feel like I should print a copy of this page and hang it on my fridge at home.
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