too many desserts...too little time...
there is nothing like a beautiful wedding shared with good friends and a dessert plate that comes with four options...that is right FOUR options...a pecan pie, a chocolate cake with cream in the center (that also had some kind of enjoyable nougat), a round pareve ring ding without the creamy center and, the piece de resistance...an individual apple tart(which could have used some ice cream, but i managed to eat it anyway...ok, i managed to eat 2...clearly, i don't believe in closet eating...i am totally out of the closet when it comes to eating-not that there is anything wrong with that...). Before this lovely "sampler" was set before me..we were privy to miniature chipwiches, chocolate covered strawberries and chocolate chip cookies(which i totally missed...a real tragedy...) upon leaving this beautiful wedding, we were given hot pretzels(not caloric enough) and miniature cinnamon buns(very enjoyable...)
mind you, this was a wedding filled with skinny minnies who can look at these desserts and say "none for me, i just had water with lemon and i am stuffed to the gills".....in fact, due to circumstances that were beyond my control, one of these minnies ended up sitting on my lap in order to talk to the person sitting next to me. that is right, a grown woman(who weighs as much as a youngster) sat on my lap for a good 10-15 minutes, while i figured out how to steal her dessert. (i made that part up...we weren't up to dessert when she sat on my lap.)
in all seriousness, it was a beautiful evening. everyone was blow dryed and manicured and pedicured and spanxed and high heeled....the bride was glowing, her mother was weepy, her father looked nauseous, but happy all at the same time. it's amazing how a wedding can bring out so many different emotions all at the same time and for so many different reasons. when it was time for the ceremony, everyone ran into the room to get a coveted seat-a seat with a perfect view (the same view that you can get from almost any seat...) i like sitting on the aisle so i can make random comments to the people walking down...when i was single and went to weddings, i would take pictures and then send them to the happy couple...because that is just the considerate person that i am....
all in all it was the perfect end to a memorial day weekend filled with many ups and downs. i wish the happy couple a wonderful life together, filled without bickering and name calling. I wish both sets of parents all the happiness in the world for their children and for eachother...i thank them profusely for the open bar and previously mentioned sweets...and i wish all of you a pleasant evening and a terrific tomorrow.(unless you are reading this tomorrow and then i wish you a terrific today....)
happy monday
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
sunday may 30, 2010
observations....
today has been a roller coaster of emotions. A newlywed of 24 dies suddenly of a heart attack, a sister dies in an accident and then, to the opposite extreme, the extreme of joy and happiness, our friends' son put tefillin on for the first time and we danced at a bat mitzva. from somber to happy and back. the whole circle of life, things happen for a reason...blah blah blah. sometimes, life just sucks and isn't fair and sometimes, hopefully, more times, life is awesome and should be appreciated. even with all of my negativity...i do appreciate life, and as i have said before, life is too short to be full of crap. say what you mean, mean what you say, love who you want and ignore who you don't. and for gods sake, smile and laugh more.... i am done philosophizing...lets get down to business.....
at the bat mitzva, we saw an old friend of ours who is now a plastic surgeon. i had a whole discussion with him about my "turkey neck" surgery that i want to have done in 10 years and 5 months...we discussed payment plans, etc etc. but i started to wonder if when he looks at women (and men for that matter) does he start thinking "first, lipo...from everywhere,,,,then, botox, just a little...hmmm, what about those laugh lines-should i got with restalin or natural fat from her big butt....decisions, decisions... definitely something done with that stomach...a touch off the upper arms...." they must looks at our flaws in an entirely different way than we look at them....they see dollar signs, and we see...what do we see? my mother always says if we could see ourselves the way that others see us....but then she never finishes....i guess there is a reason for that.
for example, yesterday, i was sitting with 4 other women and we were having a discussion about maternity clothes...how now, they are so tight you can see the fetus moving around. one of them said "gee, i am so glad they weren't in style when i was pregnant...." now, the four of these women combined probably weigh less than i do, and i am not even being self deprecating-these women are so skinny they practically disappear when they stand sideways...and THEY are complaining about how tight the clothes are. HELLO!!!!!! if i were pregnant now...i would have to make my own clothes to fit me....so no one ever really sees themselves for how they really are...i guess, unless they just felt bad for me and were trying to make me feel better about being the biggest one at the table....(ok, that was self-deprecating...)
we should all be able to look in the mirror and be happy with what we see, be happy with where we are, what we say and how we act. we can only be responsible for ourselves and what we do with the gifts that god gave us. sometimes, the things that come out of my mouth might put people off, might give them a bad impression and to those people i say....too freakin bad :) as the famous song says "i am what i am and what i am needs no excuses...."
happy sunday...may we only know from happiness and good health....
today has been a roller coaster of emotions. A newlywed of 24 dies suddenly of a heart attack, a sister dies in an accident and then, to the opposite extreme, the extreme of joy and happiness, our friends' son put tefillin on for the first time and we danced at a bat mitzva. from somber to happy and back. the whole circle of life, things happen for a reason...blah blah blah. sometimes, life just sucks and isn't fair and sometimes, hopefully, more times, life is awesome and should be appreciated. even with all of my negativity...i do appreciate life, and as i have said before, life is too short to be full of crap. say what you mean, mean what you say, love who you want and ignore who you don't. and for gods sake, smile and laugh more.... i am done philosophizing...lets get down to business.....
at the bat mitzva, we saw an old friend of ours who is now a plastic surgeon. i had a whole discussion with him about my "turkey neck" surgery that i want to have done in 10 years and 5 months...we discussed payment plans, etc etc. but i started to wonder if when he looks at women (and men for that matter) does he start thinking "first, lipo...from everywhere,,,,then, botox, just a little...hmmm, what about those laugh lines-should i got with restalin or natural fat from her big butt....decisions, decisions... definitely something done with that stomach...a touch off the upper arms...." they must looks at our flaws in an entirely different way than we look at them....they see dollar signs, and we see...what do we see? my mother always says if we could see ourselves the way that others see us....but then she never finishes....i guess there is a reason for that.
for example, yesterday, i was sitting with 4 other women and we were having a discussion about maternity clothes...how now, they are so tight you can see the fetus moving around. one of them said "gee, i am so glad they weren't in style when i was pregnant...." now, the four of these women combined probably weigh less than i do, and i am not even being self deprecating-these women are so skinny they practically disappear when they stand sideways...and THEY are complaining about how tight the clothes are. HELLO!!!!!! if i were pregnant now...i would have to make my own clothes to fit me....so no one ever really sees themselves for how they really are...i guess, unless they just felt bad for me and were trying to make me feel better about being the biggest one at the table....(ok, that was self-deprecating...)
we should all be able to look in the mirror and be happy with what we see, be happy with where we are, what we say and how we act. we can only be responsible for ourselves and what we do with the gifts that god gave us. sometimes, the things that come out of my mouth might put people off, might give them a bad impression and to those people i say....too freakin bad :) as the famous song says "i am what i am and what i am needs no excuses...."
happy sunday...may we only know from happiness and good health....
Friday, May 28, 2010
friday may 28, 2010
apperance vs reality
last night i went to a dinner where my cousins were being honored by their synagogue. It was a totally cool place in englewood called the 201 club...a perfect place for a bat mitzva(which i will never be making for my boys), a sweet 16 (which i will also never be making for my boys) or a surprise 40th birthday party (hint hint)anyway..there was an awesome bar, yummy looking pass-arounds, great music and a whole bunch of people that i have never seen before in my entire life. tell me, i have 504 friends on face book, how is it possible that i knew so few people at this event? it totally shattered my social confidence...but, one of the people that i did recognize was a "famous" rabbi, who, for purposes of not wanting to reveal his true identity, i will call Buly Shmoteach. (thank you to jonah hill for teaching me how to change someone's name around so discreetly...does anyone reading this know who jonah hill is?)
so ari and i were talking with buly and his wife and as i am listening to him, i am thinking to myself, "this is the famous rabbi shmoteach?? are ya kidding me? if this guy could have his own show, why can't i have my own show?? if this guy could hang with michael jackson, why can't i?(aside from the fact that he is dead...god rest his talented soul)" Needless to say, i was mildly disappointed...not at all what i expected. I thought i would get some insight into my life, relationships, world peace...and all i got was man, he is really shorter in person and i hope he isn't driving home.....though i have to say, that his wife was really, really lovely.
the point is, we put people on pedestals and build them up to be all that and the truth is, nothing is what is seems. which leads me to believe that maybe rick springfield wouldn't make a better boyfriend than the one i currently have...maybe rick snores, doesn't use a knife and fork and isn't as good looking as he was in 1982...naaaa....rick is going to stay on his pedestal until he has the chance to change my mind in person...as for everyone else...we are all just human. good, bad, fat, thin, ugly, pretty....it is what it is people....
happy friday
last night i went to a dinner where my cousins were being honored by their synagogue. It was a totally cool place in englewood called the 201 club...a perfect place for a bat mitzva(which i will never be making for my boys), a sweet 16 (which i will also never be making for my boys) or a surprise 40th birthday party (hint hint)anyway..there was an awesome bar, yummy looking pass-arounds, great music and a whole bunch of people that i have never seen before in my entire life. tell me, i have 504 friends on face book, how is it possible that i knew so few people at this event? it totally shattered my social confidence...but, one of the people that i did recognize was a "famous" rabbi, who, for purposes of not wanting to reveal his true identity, i will call Buly Shmoteach. (thank you to jonah hill for teaching me how to change someone's name around so discreetly...does anyone reading this know who jonah hill is?)
so ari and i were talking with buly and his wife and as i am listening to him, i am thinking to myself, "this is the famous rabbi shmoteach?? are ya kidding me? if this guy could have his own show, why can't i have my own show?? if this guy could hang with michael jackson, why can't i?(aside from the fact that he is dead...god rest his talented soul)" Needless to say, i was mildly disappointed...not at all what i expected. I thought i would get some insight into my life, relationships, world peace...and all i got was man, he is really shorter in person and i hope he isn't driving home.....though i have to say, that his wife was really, really lovely.
the point is, we put people on pedestals and build them up to be all that and the truth is, nothing is what is seems. which leads me to believe that maybe rick springfield wouldn't make a better boyfriend than the one i currently have...maybe rick snores, doesn't use a knife and fork and isn't as good looking as he was in 1982...naaaa....rick is going to stay on his pedestal until he has the chance to change my mind in person...as for everyone else...we are all just human. good, bad, fat, thin, ugly, pretty....it is what it is people....
happy friday
Thursday, May 27, 2010
thursday may 27,2010
ttyl
last night i had the pleasure of babysitting for my niece and nephew in new york. the twins were happy to see me because i think they realized they were home and I was visiting, which meant that mommy and daddy weren't deserting them and leaving them with me for a few nights. All went without incident and i was able to be a teenager in 2010..(until i tried to work the tv..then i was back to being 39 and mildly retarted....)
omg, the kids were sleeping and i got to text my bffs all nite! it was awesome. i also got to watch american idol, even though it took me 30 minutes to figure out my brother's remote, which i thought was a touch screen, so i kept pressing on the "watch tv" square...but nothing was happening, until i realized that you had to press the button ON THE SIDE. i was not meant for this century, i miss the "twanger" in my parents house that had buttons that actually made a clicking sound when you pressed them, not an electronically simulated clicking sound..., i was ready to throw the thing out the window.( i was even tempted to wake up the two year olds who probably had a better understanding of this piece of equipment than i did) and then, if you are lucky enough to find an HD channel, he has speakers that make you feel that there are people in the apartment with you, so that freaked me out...back to non HD channels...i miraculously discovered the channel for the mets game..so i just kept hitting the "previous" button and went back and forth between the two shows, for fear that if i pressed anything else, the whole system would explode...
so i sat on the couch and texted and watched what has become of the bee gees(down to 2 from 3, so sad...)joe cocker, who looked like he was having a seizure and hall and oates..oy vey...my choice didn't win, but that was ok, because who really cares....
I wanted to get a snack from the kitchen, but i couldnt figure out how to open that baby-gate, i tried to climb over it, but that wasnt going well either...i am thinking of having them install a baby gate in my kitchen, perhaps that would help with my efforts to keep my mouth shut...(only for food people, the words will keep flowing out, i am sorry to say....) fortunately, the fishy crackers were in reaching distance from beyond the gate and i was able to satiate my ever present hunger....
the mets shut out the phillies, mom and dad came home from their night out, i walked back to my car (tomorrow's blog..)and came home to my babies..who of course, were still up after 11 pm...and all was right with the world.
happy thursday
last night i had the pleasure of babysitting for my niece and nephew in new york. the twins were happy to see me because i think they realized they were home and I was visiting, which meant that mommy and daddy weren't deserting them and leaving them with me for a few nights. All went without incident and i was able to be a teenager in 2010..(until i tried to work the tv..then i was back to being 39 and mildly retarted....)
omg, the kids were sleeping and i got to text my bffs all nite! it was awesome. i also got to watch american idol, even though it took me 30 minutes to figure out my brother's remote, which i thought was a touch screen, so i kept pressing on the "watch tv" square...but nothing was happening, until i realized that you had to press the button ON THE SIDE. i was not meant for this century, i miss the "twanger" in my parents house that had buttons that actually made a clicking sound when you pressed them, not an electronically simulated clicking sound..., i was ready to throw the thing out the window.( i was even tempted to wake up the two year olds who probably had a better understanding of this piece of equipment than i did) and then, if you are lucky enough to find an HD channel, he has speakers that make you feel that there are people in the apartment with you, so that freaked me out...back to non HD channels...i miraculously discovered the channel for the mets game..so i just kept hitting the "previous" button and went back and forth between the two shows, for fear that if i pressed anything else, the whole system would explode...
so i sat on the couch and texted and watched what has become of the bee gees(down to 2 from 3, so sad...)joe cocker, who looked like he was having a seizure and hall and oates..oy vey...my choice didn't win, but that was ok, because who really cares....
I wanted to get a snack from the kitchen, but i couldnt figure out how to open that baby-gate, i tried to climb over it, but that wasnt going well either...i am thinking of having them install a baby gate in my kitchen, perhaps that would help with my efforts to keep my mouth shut...(only for food people, the words will keep flowing out, i am sorry to say....) fortunately, the fishy crackers were in reaching distance from beyond the gate and i was able to satiate my ever present hunger....
the mets shut out the phillies, mom and dad came home from their night out, i walked back to my car (tomorrow's blog..)and came home to my babies..who of course, were still up after 11 pm...and all was right with the world.
happy thursday
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
wednesday, may 26, 2010
all by myself...
I have been blogging now for almost 5 months. The good news is that i haven't received any bomb threats or white powder in the mail...the bad news, is that blogging is like talking to myself(which i find i have been doing more and more..i am hoping that the people seeing me talk to myself just think that i am wearing an ear piece and am talking on the phone). I just write whatever i want and that's that. Though i am so happy to see that people are reading my nonsense, i get very minimal feedback. I have the one friend who insists on giving me an honest critique every single day (keep that up and soon i will be writing about Y O U) and then a few other people who let me know that they enjoy it (but behind my back are probably saying "that fat chick really needs to get a life..or a job..or both and her poor poor husband...") blah blah blah
today i am happy to report that i am really getting the hang of my texting situation. Today i am also happy to report that my sister and i have tickets to see barry manilow when we are in vegas (god willing, everyone should live and be well, poo poo poo, knock on wood etc etc.and no, jews aren't superstitious) Today i am thrilled to report that son #1 is coming home from his eighth grade trip to montreal. Let's talk about that trip for a moment...
my son goes to a wonderful school where he is one of 23 exeptional boys. he is also in the first graduating class. they had a choice of three places to go on their trip- montreal, boston, and the all-time-favorite washington dc. montreal won. upon reviewing the itinerary of this trip, ari and i noticed that the most "french" thing they were doing in montreal was eating at a restaraunt called "chez benny"....they were also going to an amusement park(son #1 doesn't like rides), tree climbing and zip lining (son#1 doesn't like heights) and speed boating (son #1 doesn't like water) so i am really looking forward to hearing how his trip was. though i have a sneaking suspicion that is it going to involve watching the series finale of 24...but that is ok, because according to the e mail from the principal, everyone is having a wonderful time, so that must mean that so is son #1.
so there you go...that is all i have for today. all comments are welcome and greatly appreciated...
Happy wednesday
I have been blogging now for almost 5 months. The good news is that i haven't received any bomb threats or white powder in the mail...the bad news, is that blogging is like talking to myself(which i find i have been doing more and more..i am hoping that the people seeing me talk to myself just think that i am wearing an ear piece and am talking on the phone). I just write whatever i want and that's that. Though i am so happy to see that people are reading my nonsense, i get very minimal feedback. I have the one friend who insists on giving me an honest critique every single day (keep that up and soon i will be writing about Y O U) and then a few other people who let me know that they enjoy it (but behind my back are probably saying "that fat chick really needs to get a life..or a job..or both and her poor poor husband...") blah blah blah
today i am happy to report that i am really getting the hang of my texting situation. Today i am also happy to report that my sister and i have tickets to see barry manilow when we are in vegas (god willing, everyone should live and be well, poo poo poo, knock on wood etc etc.and no, jews aren't superstitious) Today i am thrilled to report that son #1 is coming home from his eighth grade trip to montreal. Let's talk about that trip for a moment...
my son goes to a wonderful school where he is one of 23 exeptional boys. he is also in the first graduating class. they had a choice of three places to go on their trip- montreal, boston, and the all-time-favorite washington dc. montreal won. upon reviewing the itinerary of this trip, ari and i noticed that the most "french" thing they were doing in montreal was eating at a restaraunt called "chez benny"....they were also going to an amusement park(son #1 doesn't like rides), tree climbing and zip lining (son#1 doesn't like heights) and speed boating (son #1 doesn't like water) so i am really looking forward to hearing how his trip was. though i have a sneaking suspicion that is it going to involve watching the series finale of 24...but that is ok, because according to the e mail from the principal, everyone is having a wonderful time, so that must mean that so is son #1.
so there you go...that is all i have for today. all comments are welcome and greatly appreciated...
Happy wednesday
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
tuesday may 25, 2010
the israeli day parade...then and now
(another "you know you are getting older when.....")
when you march as a kid in elementary school, you are all excited to see who is screaming at you (and you can even hear the people if they weren't screaming...now, i can't hear anything). Ari likes marching with the kids because he feels like the mayor of yeshivaville...(or maybe, it just makes him feel like a kid again....)
when you march as a kid in high school, it becomes a social thing...who can you see from camp(that is, if you go to camp, i was deprived so i lived vicariously through my friends who went to camp....)which boys you liked..etc. etc.
when you attend the parade as a single young woman, the experience becomes an entirely different animal. Parade viewing placement becomes key in the social experience. You needed to stand park side, because that was the "cool" side (and i am not talking about meteorogically cooler...). I tried explaining to son #3 (the one who isn't old enough to march yet) that we need to cross the street...we need to stand with the cool people...he doesn't get it. "mom, why don't you like the builiding side?" "because it's for losers," i replied, with no hesitation. When Ari asks who I saw, i always reply "only people trying to cross over to the park side..."
One year, a friend and I decided to be "parade marshalls." we even went for training to learn how to help people cross fifth avenue, how to get in touch with security (in those days, no cell phones...actually, in those days..no security either...) Anyway, we got to wear this really cool arm band which allowed us access to all parts of the parade-no questions asked. Needless to say, we walked up and down the parade route, didn't really do our jobs, but had a wonderful time. (the parade also went up to 86th street back then....then it was cut to 79th...now it is down to 74th ..before you know, we will be putting our parade shirts on, walking 3 blocks and calling it a day....
back then, you put on makeup and wore your cutest shorts...now, you put on makeup and wear your most slimming caftan..after all, it all becomes a game of who looks better..."she does have more gray than i do, right?" "man, he lost a lot of hair...how does that happen?" (wait a second, i married a man with no hair...and for the record, he lost his hair waaaay before he met me...so it is totally not my fault...the ulcer, on the other hand, is questionable..)
the parade becomes a day of catching up with people that you haven't seen in years, making you feel like you are back in college or even high school, making you forget that you are almost 40....unless of course, you aren't standing on the park side. and then you just feel like a big loser with a cute 9 year old boy.....
happy tuesday
(another "you know you are getting older when.....")
when you march as a kid in elementary school, you are all excited to see who is screaming at you (and you can even hear the people if they weren't screaming...now, i can't hear anything). Ari likes marching with the kids because he feels like the mayor of yeshivaville...(or maybe, it just makes him feel like a kid again....)
when you march as a kid in high school, it becomes a social thing...who can you see from camp(that is, if you go to camp, i was deprived so i lived vicariously through my friends who went to camp....)which boys you liked..etc. etc.
when you attend the parade as a single young woman, the experience becomes an entirely different animal. Parade viewing placement becomes key in the social experience. You needed to stand park side, because that was the "cool" side (and i am not talking about meteorogically cooler...). I tried explaining to son #3 (the one who isn't old enough to march yet) that we need to cross the street...we need to stand with the cool people...he doesn't get it. "mom, why don't you like the builiding side?" "because it's for losers," i replied, with no hesitation. When Ari asks who I saw, i always reply "only people trying to cross over to the park side..."
One year, a friend and I decided to be "parade marshalls." we even went for training to learn how to help people cross fifth avenue, how to get in touch with security (in those days, no cell phones...actually, in those days..no security either...) Anyway, we got to wear this really cool arm band which allowed us access to all parts of the parade-no questions asked. Needless to say, we walked up and down the parade route, didn't really do our jobs, but had a wonderful time. (the parade also went up to 86th street back then....then it was cut to 79th...now it is down to 74th ..before you know, we will be putting our parade shirts on, walking 3 blocks and calling it a day....
back then, you put on makeup and wore your cutest shorts...now, you put on makeup and wear your most slimming caftan..after all, it all becomes a game of who looks better..."she does have more gray than i do, right?" "man, he lost a lot of hair...how does that happen?" (wait a second, i married a man with no hair...and for the record, he lost his hair waaaay before he met me...so it is totally not my fault...the ulcer, on the other hand, is questionable..)
the parade becomes a day of catching up with people that you haven't seen in years, making you feel like you are back in college or even high school, making you forget that you are almost 40....unless of course, you aren't standing on the park side. and then you just feel like a big loser with a cute 9 year old boy.....
happy tuesday
Monday, May 24, 2010
monday may 24, 2010
excuses..excuses...
as it is monday, again, i decided it is the perfect day of the week to expose the truth behind excuses. Monday is usually the day we say "this is it, this is the day I am going to stop eating sugar/cursing/stealing my neighbors ny times because my spouse is too cheap to get it but is using its anti israel slant as an excuse/being stubborn/being lazy" and the list of things we want to change can go on and on and on...
but then we come up with the excuses that try to justify our failure.."i can't stop eating sugar, it helps put me in a better mood" "I cant stop cursing, it helps put me in a better mood" and so on and so on....excuses excuses. I tried to come up with some of my favorites... (and what they really mean, otherwise, it would be no fun at all...)
"the reason i didn't say hello is because you have lost so much weight that i didn't see you!!" (this means..."i am sorry, there was someone much more important standing next to you and i really had no desire to speak to you whatsoever..." )
"the reason you weren't invited was because, even though we treasure your friendship, we were so limited with who we could invite" (this means..."there was no way i was inviting you because, well, i don't really like you. at all. period.")
"the reason we can't make it to your celebration is because we were invited to a christening and even though we can't go into the church, it would mean a lot to the pope if we were there.." (this means...."you really think we would waste a sunday on you??? mwa ha ha ha (wicked laugh)" )
"the reason that dress doesnt fit you is because of the poor quality of the material" (this means.. "hey piggy, if you would have stopped eating sugar, the dress would fit!!!")
I am a firm believer in saying what i mean (i can't imagine that those of you who know me are surprised by that statement...) Life is too short. Honesty is the best policy. I inherited my grandmother's editing mechanism(or lack there of...) but i still feel that i am better than some (notice how i didnt say better than most....). If we would all just say what we mean, I think we would all laugh more and possibly never leave the house....
but the next time you come up with an excuse...it better be a really, really good one.
Happy Monday
as it is monday, again, i decided it is the perfect day of the week to expose the truth behind excuses. Monday is usually the day we say "this is it, this is the day I am going to stop eating sugar/cursing/stealing my neighbors ny times because my spouse is too cheap to get it but is using its anti israel slant as an excuse/being stubborn/being lazy" and the list of things we want to change can go on and on and on...
but then we come up with the excuses that try to justify our failure.."i can't stop eating sugar, it helps put me in a better mood" "I cant stop cursing, it helps put me in a better mood" and so on and so on....excuses excuses. I tried to come up with some of my favorites... (and what they really mean, otherwise, it would be no fun at all...)
"the reason i didn't say hello is because you have lost so much weight that i didn't see you!!" (this means..."i am sorry, there was someone much more important standing next to you and i really had no desire to speak to you whatsoever..." )
"the reason you weren't invited was because, even though we treasure your friendship, we were so limited with who we could invite" (this means..."there was no way i was inviting you because, well, i don't really like you. at all. period.")
"the reason we can't make it to your celebration is because we were invited to a christening and even though we can't go into the church, it would mean a lot to the pope if we were there.." (this means...."you really think we would waste a sunday on you??? mwa ha ha ha (wicked laugh)" )
"the reason that dress doesnt fit you is because of the poor quality of the material" (this means.. "hey piggy, if you would have stopped eating sugar, the dress would fit!!!")
I am a firm believer in saying what i mean (i can't imagine that those of you who know me are surprised by that statement...) Life is too short. Honesty is the best policy. I inherited my grandmother's editing mechanism(or lack there of...) but i still feel that i am better than some (notice how i didnt say better than most....). If we would all just say what we mean, I think we would all laugh more and possibly never leave the house....
but the next time you come up with an excuse...it better be a really, really good one.
Happy Monday
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