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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas – by Clement Clarke Moore

24 Dec

From myself and Gary have a happy and save and very Merry Christmas!

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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas”
(or A Visit from St. Nicholas)
by Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

“Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too,

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes–how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Snark Attack!!

14 Aug

snark-warningMost of the time I haven’t minded being somewhat known.  I’ve been lucky enough to have had a modeling career that gets me noticed every once in a while and gave me steady work without compromising my privacy or personal life that models in the true spotlight have to endure.  And, every once in a while I’ll get an email from a girl asking how to get into modeling or about fashion which I’m always happy to answer.

Then every once in a while, like yesterday, I’ll get a really snarky email either putting down the modeling work I have done or simply telling me they don’t like my fashion column or writing and that I know nothing about fashion or just some a**wipe with a serious mental problem that can’t let things from the past go as was the case yesterday.

It seems an old acquaintance of mine has been cyber stalking me for a while now, and, I received an email of berating me telling me that I wasn’t a true friend and that I let all of this go to my head, and, that I really think I’m hot stuff.

Interesting take on things.  Let me refresh your memory old acquaintance.  YOU more or less accused me of lying when I told everyone at home that I was offered a modeling job.  YOU and your family including YOUR KIDS made snide remarks to my face and behind my back about being disillusion  and that I should “get a job”.   Any of this sound familiar yet old acquaintance?

YOU always touted yourself as smarter than me, yet, I’m the one that actually finished college.  YOU always thought you were going to be famous and in the spotlight.  It was always the furthest thing from my mind.  YOU always thought your family was “better” than my family.  Whatever.  YOU always said that you wanted to move to New York City.  Again, it was the furthest thing on my mind.

And YOU old acquaintance ignored the emails I sent trying to keep our friendship alive.  So, why now, years later, are you wasting your time on me?  Obliviously YOU and YOUR life are so superior to me that you shouldn’t waste your time seeing what I am doing.  So old acquaintance I will simply say thanks for stopping by but, I have no room for a super star such as yourself in my humble, nothing life.  And, don’t let the door hit you on the rump on the way out!!

 

Cigars

29 Jul

I’m not sure how many people are aware that smells can trigger memories, but, that is exactly what happened to me today.  I am not a smoker, in fact, no one in my family smokes except for my late Uncle Rick.  Anyhow, I was walking to work this morning and someone smoking a cigar passed by me.  And, that triggered the memory of my Uncle Rick.

new-classic-box_cigars_webI couldn’t tell you what brand the cigar was but I did know it smelled like the brand Uncle Rick always had, and, it wasn’t a bad memory, in fact, just the opposite.  Smelling that cigar got me thinking about the holidays and being at my Grandmother’s house helping her get Thanksgiving or Christmas Eve dinner ready.  The women in the kitchen, the men in the family room (usually with a football game blasting.)  And strangely enough that cigar smell gave me a warm fuzzy feeling of family and belonging.  Kind of nice when you’re living in a city like New York where people do not look you in the eye or apologize when they crash into you.

And even though I have no plans to start smoking cigars anytime soon, I am forever grateful that whoever passed me on the sidewalk today triggered that memory.  The only negative thing is…. I want to go home and cook a turkey dinner or make a pumpkin pie, and, given that’s it is July, and, putting the oven on heats up the entire apartment, I’ll have to find another outlet for myself.  Maybe I’ll even go out and buy a cigar and smoke it 😀

Nah! But, maybe Gary will!! 😀

Paris: part duex

4 Mar

So as this long, hard Winter begins to wind down, Gary and I have been talking about taking a vacation since our trip in the Fall was cut short due to the death of a dear friend’s mother.  And, we both said we should go back to Paris.  We were having a fabulous time until we received the awful news.  So, that’s the plan — we just have to figure out when.  Europe has been hit with their fair share of bad weather this Winter so we want wait a bit, but, want to avoid true tourist season, and, we’re thinking the end of April or extremely early May.  After all doesn’t the song go ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♫ I love Paris in the Spring time ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♫♪ 😀

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And… drum roll please… We (Gary and I) have received an invitation to attend Royal Ascot, and, I couldn’t be more excited about going!!  This is something I always wanted to do because I LOVE hats.  So, this is like letting me loose in a candy store, but, several of my good friends like T.R. “Tina” Threston and Wellington Harris will also be going and we have a private section with drinks and food service provided by our host Sir Dennis 😀

One of my quests while in London is getting to Lock (it’s a hat shop, well, I take that back.  It’s THE hat shop in all of London) and I absolutely adore their hats.  They are truly pieces of art!  Check this one out — it’s called Jive.

Jive by Lock Hat Company in London

Jive by Lock Hat Company in London

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So that is the latest news from my end.  I haven’t blogged much since the holidays because they only to write about was the snow, and, I’m tired of it.  Time for Spring, and, nothing says Spring and Summer better than Paris and Royal Ascot.  Don’t you agree? 😀

 

You ain’t got no class

3 Jan

Being “trapped” last night and probably this morning due to the major snow event last night (Jan 2 2014) in NYC, I spent a good part of the evening catching up on Facebook posts and other social media.   And, it only led me to believe that my last blog post on December 17th was absolutely correct – the more self-centered people are on social media, the less interesting they become and in fact shows utter lack of class on their part.

Clipart credit: fbadventures.wordpress.com

Clipart credit: fbadventures.wordpress.com

I’m not dumb enough to slander anyone by naming names, but, there are a few people out there who simply don’t understand that posting certain information or photos just isn’t right.  By posting a photo giving the finger or calling someone names or to continually write about how fabulous you are is a total turn-off and this applies to both men and women.  And, frankly, I “unfriended” and stopped “following” at least a dozen people on Facebook last night.  A few remain on the borderline and we’ll see how it goes.  In all instances the people I dropped were not friends, not even Facebook friends — in the sense that they never commented or tried to contact me or in any way offer any type of interest in what was going on other than in their own very small worlds and minds.

Granted this is no loss.  Certainly not to me, but, I find it amazing how people friend and follow people of this nature.  Perhaps they “ain’t got no class” themselves and perhaps this does classify me as a snob, but, I’d much rather be a snob with manners, who knows their place, and, who can discuss things and issues other than myself than to be a self-centered, small minded… Idiot.  Sorry that’s harsh but it is the only word that fits.  And, I realize that my writing this blog entry may cause a backlash again me, but, the difference is I know that it is a real possibility and the other difference is that I realize you are entitled to your own opinion (just as I am entitled to mine.)  The people I am referring to in this entry will think their opinions are the only right opinions and will never see or understand the difference I am trying to get across or why I dropped them as Facebook “friends”.

Observation: Maybe it IS you

17 Dec

Having been in the public eye for a while now, and, having had the experience of being a model, now being a business woman and a writer — I’ve been studying (rather unintentionally) humans and what draws people to some and not to others, and, why some people have staying power and others are merely a flash in the pan.  The answer seems to be rather simple — the more self-involved you are — the less interesting you are to those around you.

Maybe it IS you

Maybe it IS you

Think about it.  How many times a day do you go on Twitter or Facebook or other social media to let everyone know what “you” are doing.  “I went to the grocery store” or “I can’t stand the guy in the next cubical at work” or “Why isn’t anyone paying attention to me” or “My kids are wonderful” or “My husband is working late.”  Sound familiar?

Case in point.  Two people I know. Well known.  In the public eye.  One only writes about what she is doing.  What is going on in her life. Posts photos of herself.  And it’s all about her.

The other person is more rounded.  She talks about what is happening in her life but she also tells about other things happening around her.  It isn’t all about her.

The moral of the story?  The person who is less self centered, who doesn’t just post her own photos and what is happening with her, and, shares her concerns of people and things around her and how they are affecting us is by far the more interesting read.

The proof?  The person who is self centered has a small following and it is dwindling.  The other has a large following and more people follow her every day.

Just a thought for the day!  And, no I am not writing about myself! 😀

 

Surviving The Holidays

6 Dec

Somehow, and, I’m still scratching my head, I pulled off Thanksgiving.  My parents were happy.  Gary’s parents were happy.  Brothers, sisters, extended family and friends were all happy.  Go figure!  I thought my hosting Thanksgiving this year would turn into one of those stories of family legend.  I already had it playing out in my mind… “Remember the Thanksgiving when Rose almost burnt the house down” or “Remember the Thanksgiving Rose gave us all food poisoning!”  LOL  It’s amazing how we build things up in our minds and imagine the worst outcomes possible… To say I am happy and relieved is the understatement of the day!!  Fortunately, next year rotates back to my Mom so I’m off the hook for another 3 years 😀

Spirit of Season Shopping clipart by bergheimfollies.blogspot.com

Spirit of Season Shopping clipart by bergheimfollies.blogspot.com

And, now… The real work of the holidays begin.  We already have the tree up.  That’s one thing down and off the check list.  BUT….  I really haven’t started my serious Christmas shopping yet.  And, I am dreading it.  It’s funny how we (as a society) always joke about the holidays and shopping, but, there is more than a grain of truth to it all.  People pushing and shoving — even taking items right out from underneath you;  standing in long, long, long lines and it seems like EVERY single person ahead of you has some issue that takes 30 minutes to resolve.  It’s NOT fun.

So in just a short while, Gary and I will put on our brave faces, head out into the nippy winter air, and, fight the crowds that are everywhere this time of year in New York City, and, go Christmas shopping… Wish me luck!!

Shake Shack NYC

20 Nov

If there is one thing I love most about not modeling anymore is not having to watch every single bit of food that goes into my mouth.  Enter my place of guilty pleasureShake Shack!!   Now in my modeling days,  I dare not even look at food here – just looking at it will put on five pounds in a blink of an eye.  (This a a place where even veggie burgers carry a whopping 490 calories – you don’t know want to know what the calorie count is in “real” burgers here! :D)

shake shack

And, today… I treated myself to my favor burger, hand cut fries, and, my guiltiest of guilty pleasures – a root beer float. HEAVEN!!  And, no I didn’t eat all the food in the photo by myself… Gary (my husband) joined me in this greasy, calorie heavy but OH SO GOOD lunch treat!!

 

The “coziness” of November

8 Nov

I don’t know what it is about November, especially this type of day — it’s cold, rainy and overcast in New York City, but, it gives me a very cozy feeling.  I realize this is a selfish statement on so many levels when there are people living on the streets facing these elements, but, it’s just my personal reaction of the month and type of day.  It’s the type of day where I bake cookies, make a good hearty stew for dinner, and, work from home.  And, again, I realize how lucky I am that I have a job that affords me the luxury of being able to work from home as I wish.

On another note the Rockefeller Center tree arrived today.  It’s like it is the unofficial signal that the holidays are almost upon us, and, I am beginning to get into panic mode since I am hosting Thanksgiving this year for both my family and Gary’s family.  Now over all, I don’t consider myself a bad cook, but, I am no gourmet.  I can make hamburgers, some chicken dishes, and, even a halfway decent pasta sauce.  Making a turkey and an entire Thanksgiving dinner has me a bit jittery.  And, unfortunately (or maybe it is fortunately) both my family and Gary’s family will never say that it is bad.  What the telltale will be is how much food is left over.  If there is a lot — I know it was awful.  If there isn’t much or anything at all left over that’s when I know I did the job right!

For now I will simply pour myself a glass of milk and enjoy a cookie or two or three or four 😀  And worry about Thanksgiving tomorrow when we start grocery shopping for everything we need.

Turkey Time: 33 days to go and counting…

20 Oct

It’s a nondescript Sunday afternoon here in New York City.   Gary is working from home for a report due tomorrow, and, I really didn’t feel like doing anything specific.  Sometimes I simply enjoy some “down” time, and, I enjoy catching up on things like blogging.

I’m also a little shocked as I look at my date book.  EEEKKK!!!  November is creeping up really fast, and, both my family and Gary’s family are coming to NYC for Thanksgiving.  So, I guess my next chore — well it really isn’t a “chore” in the truest sense of the word, but, rather I mean get my act together, and, start making a menu and activity plan.

turkeyAirlines and hotels are in place.  Radio City Christmas show tickets are bought.  Menu… Well, obviously turkey (but I do need to order one from the butcher), additionally, I also need to think about sides and a vegan main dish.  (I’m thinking that something with Quinoa will be the way to go.)

I also need to think about decorating.  My family likes the Christmas tree up for Thanksgiving, so, I will be in a mad scramble trying to get ornaments and decorations.  We (meaning Gary and I) lost a lot of our Christmas things last year due to Superstorm Sandy (we had those things in our storage area of our building, and, we had to throw a lot (in fact most everything) away, and, since everyone else was in the same boat the pickings were slim last year.

So why am I sitting writing in my blog instead of getting my butt out the door to Macys?  Good question 🙂  Perhaps I should go see what I can find today.  In fact, I think I will…

 

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