Friday, August 31, 2012

The Magic of Caesar's

It always felt like our secret. This Italian restaurant in the City with an old-fashioned bar and a seven-course meal that began with antipasta and ended with spumoni.
Even as a kid, I felt nostalgic about Caesar's.
We celebrated my college graduation there. That night, I showed my dad a picture of John. I was only slightly exaggerating when I said he was my new boyfriend. I had met John the night before, but he hadn't asked for my number.
Three years ago, the banquet hall was jam-packed with relatives and friends to celebrate my grandpa's 90th birthday. I ate with my cousins and took sips of the negronis the bartender made my parents.
Caesar's opened in 1956 and closed its doors tonight.
Like an old friend, it's magic will live in our memories.


Thursday, August 30, 2012

Thanks, Mom! Thanks, Dad!

Tonight, I walked in the door at my parents' house and asked my mom if I could take something home, like a frozen pizza. I knew she wouldn't mind, and in addition she gave her dinner-challenged daughter a mason jar of warm-from-the-stove homemade soup. The thing is, I was only at their place to drop off the Jeep they've let us borrow for the last two days while our car was in the shop. Just in case it's ever in question, I got the better deal in this parent-kid relationship.


Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Long Days

So, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday each felt like separate weeks. I'm hoping one day in the near future feels like a weekend.


Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Calibrating a Compass

The problem with a broken compass is it doesn't know that it's broke. It points in any direction and calls it North.
Sometimes I am that compass. I go in directions that are not True because I have forgotten which direction I meant to go in. 
I get lost or turnaround or detoured, and I veer from the path. Most likely, I don't even know when it happens.
But if I was headed to New York, eventually I would realize if I ended up in Mexico. And I would need to change course.
I have no idea how to calibrate an actual compass, but my friends often help me calibrate my own internal direction.
They remind me of heaven and eternity and how important it is to really love each person in my life and how pointless it is to care very much about anything else.


Monday, August 27, 2012

Step 1

Some advice from Kaecey: You have to start where you are.
I'm not sure if this is exactly how she says it, but it's close. And it's true.
You can't start where you are not.


Sunday, August 26, 2012

Saint Paul, Pray for Us

My dad missed Mass this morning. Such a shame.
The gospel reading was his very favorite passage from the Letter of Saint Paul to the Ephesians.
The one in which wives are instructed to be subordinate to their husbands. It was the only scripture I regularly heard quoted in our home growing up. (Not that it ever had any impact on my mother.)
He suspects she kept him away from church today on purpose.


Saturday, August 25, 2012


I woke up happy. Ended the day cranky. Episodes of "Parks and Recreation" are in order.


Friday, August 24, 2012

Sweet Dreams

It was a big day for us. We've been talking about buying a new bed since our honeymoon in 2005.
Let me just say, when something is on my to-do list for that long I start to doubt if it will ever get done.
But today was the day! We walked into a mattress store, pretended to sleep on half a dozen beds and then purchased the one we liked best. It was kind of a miracle.
If you are in the market for buying a bed, I highly recommend talking to Bob at Sleep Train on South Bascom Avenue in San Jose. He was awesome, and the bed was delivered to us tonight.
Sweet dreams, my friends! 


Thursday, August 23, 2012

School Essentials

Can I go back to school shopping without going back to school? I need new notebooks and clothes and shoes and a cool bag and a fresh start.


Wednesday, August 22, 2012


I kind of love you, except when your make-believe danger stresses me out so much that I have to watch a comedy just to relax.


Tuesday, August 21, 2012


Yesterday, Kaecey told me how much fun she was having hula hooping, and she recommended I buy one. I cannot think of a better purchase. Kaecey said the hoop must be weighted to help keep it from sliding to the floor, so I'm doing a little research. I came across this company, but I'm open to suggestions. Do you know where I can buy a pretty and practical hoop?


Monday, August 20, 2012

Getting Unstuck

This was in my inbox, courtesy Seth's blog. It spoke to me. Now I have a new motto: "Pick problems you can solve." Sounds good, right?

"It might not be because you can't find the right answer.

It's almost certainly because you're asking the wrong question.
The more aggressively you redefine the problem, the more likely it is you're going to solve it.
The most successful people I know got that way by ignoring the race to find the elusive, there's-only-one-and-no-one-has-found-it right answer and instead had the guts to look at the infinite landscape of choices and pick a better problem instead." ~Seth's blog


Sunday, August 19, 2012

Table Manners

I would never make an argument for belching at the dinner table. But my brother would, and he did right after my mom scolded him.
"Mom, it has to come out or my heart with explode."
That seems like a legitimate reason.


Friday, August 17, 2012


Remember, you only feel lost in the woods when you stop enjoying the scenery.


Thursday, August 16, 2012

Chocolate Confession

If I was going to be exceedingly honest, I might tell you that I dug out the very last chocolate-covered marshmallow Easter egg hidden behind the white wine in the refrigerator and shared it with John.


Wednesday, August 15, 2012

True Icon

"A great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon beneath her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars." 
 ~ Revelation 12:1

One of the many things I love about Our Lady is she knows how to dress.

Happy Solemnity of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary!


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

The Sound of Bliss

I've decided that my very favorite time to talk to my sister is right after she has had a baby. Not for any reason, other than she is so damn happy.


Monday, August 13, 2012

Meet My Niece ...

This little flower was born at 12:05 a.m. August 13th in Florida.
She is 8 pounds 5 ounces and 20 inches of perfection.
It will be a couple months before we meet her in person. In the meantime, John and I our sending love, love, love from the Pacific to the Atlantic. 
Welcome to the world, Cecilia Kay! We are so happy you are here!

PS: Remember when Dylan was as tiny as his sister?


Sunday, August 12, 2012

London 2012

I don't think I ever watched, cheered or loved the Olympics as much as I did this year. You inspired us with your winning spirit. We will miss you.


Saturday, August 11, 2012


Today's best of the best included:
1. A long talk with my friend Sarah. I love finally catching up after too many months of missed calls.
2. Watching my dad try to convince my mom that she should buy this book. He's kidding, mostly.
3. Making my mom laugh so hard she could barely breathe. I did this by demonstrating my kickboxing moves. I showed her a really good version of my high kick and then how it looks a few minutes into the class (barely off the ground). 


Friday, August 10, 2012

Olympic Fans & Olympians

Let's remember that silver is still a win.


Thursday, August 9, 2012

From the Drawer

These were pulled from the word drawer, where I hide my many scrapes of paper:

Me: "I know it's you. And I know you're just going to jump out. Why does it scare me?"
He: "The unknown is always scary."
"It's not just that I don't like his work. It makes me feel ugly inside."
(Proof that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I honestly don't remember whose art I was criticizing.)
"You can never harm a drink by adding more vodka." ~Wisdom from my dad


Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Treasure Hunt

There is a space between our counter top and oven. Things fall down the dark crevice never to be seen again.
It's disgusting, but I try not to think about it.
However, tonight, when two pieces of poultry tumbled down the deep crack, I knew something had to be done. John asked me to leave the kitchen to protect me from whatever grossness he may find.
In addition to decomposed vegetables (I know for a fact carrots were down there), he found a mysterious knife that never belonged to us. John thinks it was involved in a crime. 
Don't worry. We threw it out.


Tuesday, August 7, 2012


Remember when you used to be transparent. Everyone knew everything about you. Then one day, you became opaque.


Monday, August 6, 2012

Not An Olympian

Nothing like stumbling through kickboxing to remind you that you completely lack all natural athletic ability. In addition to being woefully out of shape, I am constantly off beat. The class jumps, I jack. They punch, I kick. It's an exercise in humility, if nothing else.


Sunday, August 5, 2012


I read this the other day, and I'm stealing it. Call it an intention, a wish or a prayer: "Miracles, find me now."


Saturday, August 4, 2012

Wise Words

In a conversation not about anything too serious or important, Erin said, "It's not too late for you."
I hope that truth sits with you, because it was seriously the best thing I heard today.


Friday, August 3, 2012


My advice would be to have none at all. But since that rarely works, make them great.


Thursday, August 2, 2012

Glimpse of Heaven

A house full of friends and a yard full of kids. What a wonderful way to spend an afternoon.


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

The Games

The athletes. The stories. The families. The coaches. The fans. Even the commercials are inspiring. And then there's the actual competition. I love the summer games.


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