LIFESTYLE

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Lessons From Marlee Matlin

My evening last night didn’t quite start out on the right note. In fact, I called my friend, a subscriber to this Blog, and told her, “I’ve just left my house with World War 2 going on.” My dear hubby and I were like passing ships in the night. I had to leave at 6:30pm to attend a charity event, and he was going to be in charge of finishing up dinner, homework and bath. As I was leaving, my 3 year old was running around naked, my big son was twirling the food around in his plate, and there was just enormous chaos during that bewitching hour. Oh the bewitching hour! In fact, had I not been going to a place where alcohol was to be served, I would have drank at home. No doubt. Just one of those days… And when he said to me, “How come the homework wasn’t done, and you’ve left everything for me,” I smiled at him and lovingly said, “Honey, figure it out.” And off I went. And he did… cuz all men figure it out when they HAVE to. 😉

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September 11, 2001: A Day We Will Never Forget

But then during our round, we started hearing from other people about the attacks. That these plane crashes were no accident. I remember the hair standing up on my arms and tears flowing from my eyes. Four crashes– 2 into the World Trade Towers, one into the Pentagon, and one into the middle of a field, thanks to many brave people on board that flight including Todd Beamer (do you remember his story- “Let’s roll!”?)

How Do You Measure Success?

So today, the point of the Blog is to say, no matter what your perception of success is, I think we are ALL successful in our own way. We all make this world go around… every single one of us. And you will meet all types as you proceed through your journey… nice, kind, evil, snobby, showy, humble, caring, selfish, loving. But it is YOUR duty to make your time on earth count, and enjoy what you DO have to the fullest, without letting your emotions get in the way. So the next time someone drives by in that fancy car, regardless if they got it because it was handed to them, or if they worked their butt off for it, honor their achievements. The true perception of success is to honor your own talent and beauty and to never compare.

Wordless Wednesday

Does this Wordless Wednesday really require any explanation? I think not.

This was the picture on the cover of the Arts and Life section of today’s Montreal Gazette

I have pulled my hair out 50 times over school lunches, and I’m only one week into school!

My big son’s lunch box comes home heavier than it was sent. He eats nothing. I’m done.

So today, for all lunch mother warriors like me, can you PLEASE suggest some easy, healthy and fun snacks and lunches your kids are enjoying.

Misery loves company.

Being Alone

When was the last time you went to see a movie alone? When was the last time you went to a cafe, brought a book or magazine, bought a tea or coffee, and sat outside under the umbrella and read quietly? When was the last time you brought your gorgeous self over to a bistro for lunch, treated yourself to a glass of wine, and ate a delicious meal alone?

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Wordless Wednesday

Her name is Ashley Anne Kirilow.

She was was dying of cancer.

Volunteers raised $20,000 for her “charity” called CHANGE FOR CURE.

She started a Facebook Page… had over 4,000 members.

She convinced a cancer awareness organization Skate4Cancer to fly her to Disney World to fulfill what she said was a dying wish.

BUT…

She wasn’t dying.

Not even close.

She shaved her head. And her eyebrows. Plucked her eyelashes. Starved herself. All to make herself look like a Chemotherapy patient.

The whole thing was a sham.

Her comment: “I was trying to be noticed. I was trying to get my family back together. I didn’t want to feel like I’m nothing anymore. It went wrong, it spread like crazy, and then it seemed like the whole world knew. I dug myself a big hole that I couldn’t get out of and there’s nobody to blame but me.” Ashley said.

She says she wants to find a way to give all the money back.

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Remembering Randy Pausch

Two years ago today, July 25, 2008, at the age of 47, a man that captivated the hearts of millions of people around the world (and mine), lost his battle to pancreatic cancer. Randy Pausch, Carnegie Mellon professor and alumnus, husband, and father to three beautiful children. What is an academic tradition, to give students a “last lecture,” the notion that: if you knew you were going to die, what would you tell your students… actually became his own last lecture. He called it “Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams,” and he delivered this inspirational speech at Carnegie Mellon University on September 18, 2007 to an immensely captive audience, including Randy’s family, friends, students, and colleagues. When he gave the lecture, he had just been given 3-6 months to live.

What Do You Keep, What Do you Throw Away?

Recently I opened up my box of letters that I keep in a very safe place. Do you have a box of old letters or cards that you still keep? It’s quite fun to reflect back upon your life through this particular lens. From the time I was a little boy, till now, I have kept many precious documents intact. There’s something to be said for keeping letters. I wonder sometimes if my kids will yearn to keep my letters that I write them. I sometimes doubt they’ll see the value in keeping such historical family objects.

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The Tortoise and the Hare

“You can have anything you want – if you want it badly enough. You can be anything you want to be, do anything you set out to accomplish if you hold to that desire with singleness of purpose.” –Abraham Lincoln

I’d like to dedicate today’s post to all mothers and their children. Today’s post came about as a result of my monthly girls’ dinner that I attended last night. As always, every month, we shoot the breeze over some good food and booze, and chat about everything from current events (Hello psycho Mel Gibson), to the development of our kids. Nine girls catching up is always… well… LOUD.

An Open Letter To Lindsay Lohan

It was around the year 2001. I was flipping the TV channels in bed and accidentally stumbled upon a movie. I had always loved Dennis Quaid, so I was curious as to why I hadn’t seen this particular one. There you were. Your sweet face. The Parent Trap. How charming, and lovely, and beautiful, and sweet and innocent. I remember thinking, “Who is this girl? She’s such an incredible actress.”