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  • Surviving Super Bowl Sunday.

    Posted on Thursday, January 31, 2008

    Have you heard? Super Bowl is this Sunday!

    While my children are happily making plans on where they will be watching this grand event, and what they will be eating and drinking, I hear that my husband is also participating in their enthusiastic discussions and he too wants to have a super bowl party.

    My first reaction of course is to say, NO WAY, how many parties a year do I have to host? Besides, I have absolutely no interest in football, none what’s so ever. But then I remember that my darling husband does things with me that he has no desire to do, and rarely complains.

    So I turn to him with a smile and tell him that it is a marvelous idea. A few seconds later I leave the room to re-group. I splash some water on my face and try to reason with myself that after all, it’s the best thing to do, considering our friends, our kids, their friends....


    As I add the numbers of guests, I find myself splashing more water on my face. I look at myself in the mirror, embrace the fact that I just committed to host this event, and find myself already planning and sorting in my head.

    An hour later, the party is all planned out. I feel marvelous, my husband and kids are happy, and I just managed to call and gather some of my dear girlfriends to join our party as my support group.

    As Borat would say: “Great success!”

    To see my menu and planning ideas click here 

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  • Martin Luther King Jr. and our dreams.

    Posted on Monday, January 21, 2008

    Keep Your Dreams Alive

    As we honor Martin Luther King Jr. this week, we remember him most for those famous words: "I have a dream." After so many years his dream lives on, and we are reminded of it each and every year.

    As we grow older and wiser, it seems that we also become less optimistic and more practical; at times even downright negative. We convince ourselves that our dreams are not important or, worse, not achievable. And so we file them away in the back of our mind and visit them with less and less frequency. Some of them we forget altogether.

    While cleaning out my garage the other day, I came across a box. It was small, heavy and had my name written on it. At first I didn't recognize it, but when I tore the tape and opened the first flap, I gasped. The box contained my diaries from so many years ago.

    Desperately wanting to finish cleaning the garage, I put the box aside and proceeded with my chore. But the box kept calling to me, hindering my efforts to clean up the huge mess. An hour later I gave in, took the box upstairs, closed my door and began reading.

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    It was like meeting an old friend. Starting from the age of 14, I began to relive each and every day of my youth.  Here in black and white were intimate details of my first kiss, my first love and first heartbreak, my first job, and my first attempt at starting my own business.  

    With each turn of the page I grew a bit older. High school assignments turned into college papers, friendships were formed, lessons were learned. As I matured and my expectations grew higher, so did my dreams and goals.  

    Each page was fascinating to read. Not because I had such an exciting teenage life, but because it took me back in time and reminded me of how I looked at life in my formative years. It clearly depicted who I was at each stage of my youth, and - more important - refreshed my memory of my childhood dreams.  

    Some of the dreams were childish and unrealistic. Others were more optimistic. But they all had one thing in common: they were mine. As I turned the last page, I looked at the clock and was amazed to find that three hours had flown by.  

    Taking a moment to reflect on what I had read, I realized that my unrealistic dreams were the ones I mostly accomplished, and my optimistic dreams were tackled and some even achieved. But it was my childish dreams that touched me deeply.  

    As I sat on the bed, surrounded by my childhood, something within me was re-born. I realized that these dreams were mine. Some of them still had to be accomplished, and I was determined to do it.

    As we move forward through the chaos of our daily lives, let's not forget to stop and remember our dreams because it's never too late for any of us. Let Martin Luther King's birthday remind us that we all have important dreams, and that when we pursue those dreams, we can contribute to making this world a better place.

    Finally, lets remember that if we can see it and feel it, we can have it.

    All the best,


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  • My Sagging Breasts Are NOT Sagging.

    Posted on Thursday, January 10, 2008

    Instead of the usual "good morning" my husband hears every day, the first thing out of my mouth was, "Honey, don't you think I should get a breast lift?"


    My husband who was brushing his teeth at the time, turned, looked at me, put away his tooth brush and said: "Why would you want to do that? "Well" I said, as women get older gravity takes it's toll and breasts begin to sag. My husband nodded in acceptance that my explanation made perfect sense and said, "So let's talk when and if your breast will sag.”

    As I stood there dumbstruck, I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. The only plausible thing at that moment was to have a smile plastered all over my face and utter, "You're absolutely right, why worry about it now".

    As I walked back to my bed I found myself getting back in, rather than making the bed and getting dressed. As I curled into a fetal position and closed my eyes, I remembered the words of my aunt, "Men only see what we want them to see", she said, and added, "Plus they loose their eyesight sooner then we do".  I clearly recall that her words didn't mean much to me then, but as I played them inside my head I began to see the rational.

    This is when I got up, took a note pad and found myself writing:

    New Year Resolution for 2008

    I will NOT ask my husband if I look fat or bloated.

    I will NO longer obsess about my thighs, or my behind or my breast for that matter.

    I will NOT nag or complain about things that are forgotten by the next day.

    I will NOT get upset at him because he is constantly late, after all, I should know better after so many years.

    Instead I will tell him:

    How much I love him.

    How happy he makes me feel.

    How much effort it takes to look this good.

    And finally I will make sure that he doesn't get his eyes checked for at least a decade.

    Ladies, love your-self, respect yourself and take pride in yourself.  The rest will follow.

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