Archive for January, 2013

Love note

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January 18th, 2013



My daughter's of the age where she loves to try out her developing writing skills by writing notes all the time. After a difficult personal crisis, I was slumped in a chair with my head in my hands, very tired.

Olivia is so sweet; she came over to massage my feet and hug me. She is very caring and loving, and it's really rewarding to see the nurturing gestures that I've displayed to her, returned to me. She was very worried about me.

A little while later, she presented me with the cutest note ever. It reads:

I love you because you let me massage you and because you let me paint nail polish and because I love you.

Olivia note

Jen's photo shoot

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January 16th, 2013



My best girlfriend Jennifer dabbles in jewelry. Her friend, acting as a broker, is helping Jen break into the trade show circuit and get more serious about her jewelry sales.

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One recent directive was for Jennifer to print a catalogue of her wares for the buyers to see. She told Jen to get models wearing the product, because the shots of just the pieces were not enough.

Ocho, forced to model, too

Ocho, forced to model, too

Jen asked me to help find models. I volunteered my family. (Sidebar: kinda funny, because I doubled as the talent coordinator, location scout, makeup artist, wardrobe stylist, set dresser, prop master, and lighting technician. Ha ha ha!)

I'm a hand model!

I'm a hand model!

After Claus got dressed, I told him to come into the bathroom. He looked at me warily. He hates, just hates, primping. I sprayed hairspray into my hands and rubbed it into his hair.

He went to leave. "Come back, I'm not done with you," I said. I applied cream to his dry skin.

He tried stepping away right after I finished. "Not yet," I said. I put lip balm on his lips.

He wanted to dart off. "No. One more thing," I said, and pulled out tweezers to work on his mono-brow.

If you've ever clipped your pet's nails, you can visualize the look of impatience and grief he was giving me. He was totally rolling his eyes and making faces.

"What do I get for this?" he asked.

"Jen is our friend. You're doing her a favor," I reminded.

"That's not what I'm talking about," he answered, grinned, and raised a slightly-less-uni-brow.

The reluctant model

The reluctant model

I leveled a gaze at him. "I'm living with your mother for six weeks," I flatly stated.

Face deflated. Hopes, too. He said smally, "Oh. Pluck on. Or should I say, Pluck off?"

The extra car

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January 14th, 2013



My in laws are here for six weeks, as guests in our house. Claus likes to take care of his parents, so he always figures out how to get them car to use.

This time, we can rent an acquaintance's car during a period where it's not being used. The good: she's cutting us a deal. The less good: the car is only available for four of their six week visit.

He then realized he had an extra car at the office that wasn't being used at the moment. He told his mother about it.

The look on her face! "By car, do you mean hearse?" she asked with saucer eyes. (I only get this via translation from Claus, later. I understand some Danish but not most.)

He laughed and laughed. It is not. It's a regular old consumer station wagon. Though... a station wagon could technically fit a body lying down...

Sandy Hook memorial charm

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January 9th, 2013



I spent part of my youth in Connecticut. Not near Newtown, but still, in the Constitution State. I have wonderful memories of three elementary school years there, and have maintained friendships with my classmates from West Hill Elementary.

The Sandy Hook shooting affects me not just as a mother, but as someone who holds Connecticut close to my heart.

Charm - front

Charm - front

My friend Steph May is even more deeply affected by the tragedy - so much so, that she is raising funds in her own way to support the families. Says Steph: "Along with all of us in Connecticut and across the country and world, my heart broke on December 14, 2012 when we lost 26 beautiful souls in the tragic events at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown Connecticut. In the days and weeks to follow, I felt, along with so many others, that I needed to do something. I wanted to create a lasting memory of those lost on that horrific day.

I have been working with my favorite jewelry designer, Beth Philbin, owner of Heart on Your Wrist Jewelry to design a memorial charm with represents the sorrow, support and hope that all of us feel for the victims and their families and the community of Newtown. Beth is an amazing artist and I have personally purchased countless pieces from her. We feel this charm, which can be worn as a bracelet, necklace or keychain, is a beautiful keepsake so we will never forget what happened that fateful day, but hopefully learn from it and bring some peace to our hearts. All proceeds of the sale of the charm will go to the Newtown Memorial Fund."

Charm - back

Charm - back

I think it's beautiful - not just the charm itself, but also the loving gesture. It brings tears to my eyes.

Here's the link, should you wish to support this effort: http://www.heartonyourwrist.com/etched-candle-memorial-necklace-p-989.html

Prescription: a week's vacation in Hawaii

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January 2nd, 2013



I have been very tired. For over a month, I can't seem to get myself together. It's one thing or another - a late event at work, a head cold that came from school and went around the family twice, an entertainment blitz with two dear out-of-town visitors back to back, an early morning at work, an overnight wake up from a small child, and so on and so forth.

I went to the doctor for a physical, which I haven't done in a few years. I suspected I'm just feeling what every other working mother feels at some point or another, and that this is normal. (This is, right?) I asked for bloodwork and such, just to be sure.

Test results were normal. As the doctor and I suspected, I'm just a working mom. "When I worked in New York, I'd write my patients a prescription for a week's vacation in Hawaii. Now I live in Hawaii, but that's still my advice," he laughed.

December is my busy time at work. I can't take off, but I did give my blessing for Claus to take Olivia on a ski trip. "My husband and kid are gone all week on a vacation," I said. "That's kinda like time off for me."

We laughed and decided it actually might be better than a vacation.

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