Not with all the words in the world could I ever properly say how thankful I am for my friends.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
So for the last 30 days (after reading this post, titled #1 beauty secret), I've been drinking a concoction of apple cider vinegar water. Obviously, I'm motivated by pure vanity. But I'm not yet convinced it's working.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Sometimes you don't even know the question until you hear the answer.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Something I know from my dad: No matter what the situation, it's better to be positive than negative. Go ahead. Try it. You'll feel like a winner.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Last night, I dreamed I forgot to graduate from college.
I was filled with angst and fear and worry about what would happen to my GPA. (These kind of dreams feel scarier than they sound.)
Once I was awake, it took me awhile to convince myself it was only a dream. I was seriously relieved when I realized I didn't have to add "go back to school" to my to-do list.
Monday, March 26, 2012
The problem with the 11 o'clock news is that after you watch it, you never want to leave your house ever again. And then you're expected to go to bed and not have nightmares.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
We have dear friends with three dear kids. After church on Sunday, we all go to Whole Foods for breakfast. Today, John read stories to the 4-year-old and I put the baby to sleep. It was pretty great.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
I wasn't kidding about needing a weekend remedy. I slept for 12 hours from last night to this morning. Then I woke up groggy from too much sleep.
Friday, March 23, 2012
What do you think I'm coming down with if my main symptom is feeling weird?
Like my mind is cloudy and my eyes are blurry from too much cold medicine that I haven't taken.
Oh, I know. I know.
It's long-week syndrome.
Weekend is the remedy.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
It's easy to think you have the most problems of anyone in the world. Or that you are the only one who has any problems, and everyone else has none at all.
This kind of thinking, even when resisted, can be persistent. It wants to wear you down and convince you of its truth.
Trust me, it's a trap. Thinking these thoughts doesn't mean they are true.
It means you're not paying attention.
When you pay attention, you realize reality reflects the exact opposite.
Your problems are small. They almost don't exist. Everyone else's are huge.
Monday, March 19, 2012
On Saturday, I had the unpleasant surprise of opening an unexpected bill.
I was pretty sure it was a mistake.
But I would have to call one of those annoying numbers with electronic operators, reach a live person and then convince that person and possibly that person's supervisor that the bill was a mistake.
While I was waiting to be transferred from Actual Human Being No. 1 to Actual Human Being No. 2, I said a quick prayer to St. Joseph (today was his feast day).
A few moments later, a voice came on the line, "Hello, this is Joseph, how can I assist you?" I didn't even need to get a supervisor.
St. Joseph, thank you for praying for us!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
One of the priests at my church is about my age, probably younger than me. He was talking today about being with people on their last day, on the day they know they are going to die.
People are honest, he said. And they have regrets. But it's never about business or money or status.
They always regret failed attempts at love, he said. Opportunities when they could have reached out and connected, but didn't.
Knowing this, it seems if we hope to regret less, the answer is to love more.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
I always want to stay up late. I never want to get up early.
I know it doesn't sound like a big deal, but it's a real problem.
Friday, March 16, 2012
My grandma's best friend, Bruna, died last Friday on what would have been my grandmother's 86th birthday.
All week, I've been thinking about them chatting it up in heaven.
Tonight, John and I attended the Rosary.
Imagine the grandchildren of your dear friends attending your funeral and your grandchildren attending theirs.
Love and friendship is a gift for generation after generation.
May God rest Bruna's beautiful soul.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
He: "I'm going to call this soup 'Lazarus.'"
He: "Because it's so good and healthy, it will bring you back from the dead."
Me: "OK. But Italians call it 'Minestrone.'"
He: "Tomayto. Tomahto."
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
A long time ago, when I lived in a land up north, I used to spin cartwheels for my friend Ms. Calder.
This is how we celebrated.
The cartwheels were never any good, but they were fun, and Shannon didn't judge my form.
But then I moved away and got older and spent less time in open spaces suitable for cartwheels.
So I hadn't done one in quite some time, maybe 5 or 6 years.
Until yesterday when I did four. The first one was really lousy, but each one was a little less lousy.
When I told John about my cartwheel adventure, he was a little concerned. Why would I do that, he wanted to know.
Because someday I won't be able to and today I can.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Yesterday, my Aunt Gloria, John and I were sitting around grandpa's bed reading copies of The Week. My grandpa likes how all the articles are short.
My aunt was telling us how George Clooney had suffered an injury to his neck.
Grandpa starting saying how much George had ruined his life with drinking.
"George Clooney has a drinking problem?" we questioned in shock.
"Oh, yeah," grandpa said before mentioning something about the crucifixion movie.
Clearly, we had a case of mistaken identity.
"You mean Mel Brooks," Aunt Gloria said confidently.
Wrong Mel, but we were getting closer.
Monday, March 12, 2012
My Grandpa Aldo suffered a mild stroke last week.
(I'm not completely convinced the word "mild" should be used to describe a stroke, but I'm not a doctor.)
Anyway, my grandpa was worried that the stroke he had on Tuesday would keep him from going to his sister's birthday party on Sunday.
Don't worry. It didn't.
He got a hall pass from the convalescent home that he was transferred to on Saturday so he could celebrate his older sister's 96th birthday.
Nothing keeps a Lucarotti from a good party.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Swingers came out in 1996. I finally saw it last night. It wasn't what I expected, but only because I thought it was a movie about swing dancing.
Anyway, I wanted to remind you that you're so money. And you don't even know it.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
John took a big gulp of my smoothie before asking what was in it.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"I think you're weird."
He said it tasted like a coconut-berry train wreck.
But I liked it ~ coconut water, banana, spinach, blueberries, cranberries, flax seed, amazing greens powder, coconut oil, a carrot, ginger and ice.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Clearly, it's lent ~ the prayer lists keep getting longer.
Good thing God doesn't limit one per customer.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
John is on the mend. I want to call in a hazmat crew to disinfect.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
This flu season has rocked the households of almost everyone I know. But John and I usually don't get sick.
We get rundown. We get the sniffles or congestion or allergies. We take a day off. We rest up. We are good as new. We don't get sick sick.
Well, this week the stomach flu struck the Stubler house.
John has been down and out since Monday morning.
And I've been boosting my immune system all week ~ green smoothies, chia seeds, flax seeds, hemp seeds, probiotic kefir.
It's been a long week, and it's only Wednesday.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
If you need to remember what passion is (I forget all the time), read this post and bookmark it for future reference.
Monday, March 5, 2012
You know someone isn't feeling well when you get the following grocery list via text:
2. Lemon-lime Gatorade
Sunday, March 4, 2012
My mom recently started picking up "O Magazine," and now my dad would like to try Dr. Oz's two-day cleanse.
I told him Sheila recently did a three-day juice cleanse with her bosses.
I explained that this was very LA, but it kind of concerned my parents.
"I hope they did it over the weekend," my mom said.
"No, it was actually during the week while at work," I clarified.
My dad was surprised anyone would leave their home for any reason while on a cleanse.
"I hope they had enough bathrooms for everyone," he said.
We haven't set a date for our two-day cleanse adventure, and I'm not entirely convinced we'll go through with it. I'll keep you posted.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
When dining out, I am most critical of Italian food. (This is the downside of having a mother who is an amazing cook ~ eating out is rarely as good as eating in.)
But the Pastaria & Market in Los Gatos is remedy for pasta cravings.
The string pasta is house made. The wine list includes local gems (try the Lyn Zin). The atmosphere is casual and intimate.
The restaurant is tiny, so reservations are practically required. I recommend the walnut pesto linguine, but the chicken parmigiana and the fettuccine alfredo always get rave reviews, too.
For the perfect meal, dine with friends.