Friday, February 29, 2008

Songs That Are Here To Stay

There are songs that come for a season, some come for an era and go, and then there are songs that are here to stay. Forever and ever, no matter how old they get. There are songs that have made the "Juke Box Hall of Fame", ones that are in every DJ'S vinyl collection, ones that are played at every wedding, graduation party and Sweet 16. Songs that no matter how old you are, if you are into music-you just know them. Here are a few. I may leave some out deliberately, but because this is my blog, I can pick my favorites and leave out my dislikes and that's just the way the cookie crumbles. (Example-The Chicken Dance, The Macarena etc...)

Isn't She Lovely-Stevie Wonder
In Your Eyes-Peter Gabriel
Let's get it On-Marvin Gaye
Walking On Sunshine-Katrina and the Waves
Knockin' on Heaven's Door-G N'R(I know they are not the original artist, but again, it's my blog)
Bennie and the Jetssssssssssssss-Sir Elton John
Stairway To Heaven-Led Zepplin
Hotel California-The Eagles
Fight for Your Right to Party-Beastie Boys
December 1963-Frankie Vallie and The Four Seasons
Tom Sawyer-Rush
The Joker-Steve Miller Band
Dream On-AeroSmith
We are Family-Sister Sledge
Landslide-Fleetwood Mac
MoonDance-Van Morrison
It Takes Two-ROB BASE BABY!!!!(Little Guido Goodness right there)
Jump Around-House of Pain
The Wall, and Time(I couldn't choose)-Pink Floyd
Sweet Home Alabama-Lynyrd Skynyrd

I have to stop before this becomes the longest Music Friday Entry Ever.

P.S. Love Song by Sara Bareilles-GREAT TUNE. Download it. Check it out. Me and Amber belt it out in the car all the time.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Happy Birthday Concetta Casertano

My grandmother would have been 92 today. She passed away in July, 2006. We all assumed that Nanny Connie would be here forever. I had the privilege of living with her for most of my life, and if I didn't live with her, she always lived with my mother and then my sister, so it was the next best thing. Here are a few of my favorite Nanny Connie stories:

"Me and my brother used to hang out all the time, I was a tom-boy with buck teeth. We would get home late, and we would take turns who would go in first, because the first one in got the beaten, and the other one got to run into their room."

"When I met Jack, he was working at the grocery store across the street from our house. I used to whistle to him out the window...YOO-HOO...YOO-HOO....and he would turn as red as the tomatoes that he carried in the "bundles". He used to flick his cigarettes in the street. When we finally met, I asked him if he smoked, and he said no. That was the first lie...."

"My sister Louise thought she was a queen. She didn't have to do anything around the house because she worked. I had to scrub 8 floors every Saturday while she went shopping" (I have to leave out the bad words...LOL)

"One day my mother went to the butcher, and she took too long, so my father went looking for her and she wasn't there. When she got home, he asked her where the he** she was. WELL...she took the raw meat and WASHED his face with it. "I was at the butcher! Where do you think I was!" (Italian women don't play) "

My grandmother was a beautiful, wise, well kept woman. An amazing wife. Laid her husbands clothes out everyday, his juice and meds were on the counter waiting for him when he woke up, and she had energy at her age that I can only wish I get half of if I even make it that far. She was forever whispering to the Lord. She had no fear of death. She knew Heaven was awaiting her with open arms. I miss her everyday of my life. I miss laying on her lap, and her rubbing my hair. I miss her pulling my hair while she was dying it because I wasn't sitting still, and her smacking me when I got loud with her for dying half of my face. I miss her and my mother bickering about anything and everything. I miss hearing her say "Marie...your losing your respect Marie" when my sister did nothing but take care of her...always. She hated long hair, so she would ask me constantly "Colleen, when are you going to cut your hair? Are you ever going to get a hair cut? You look "Shangatha". I miss her chasing all of her Great Grandchildren with her shoe, ready to POP them like it's nobody's business, and the next minute telling them how handsome they are. I miss everything about her. Happy Birthday Nonna Cungiatine.....

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

I'm a Butt-in-sky.....

I was at the mall browsing today because I didn't have to work and both of my kids were at school, and I over heard 2 sales people having a debate about God. I was eavesdropping. Yes I was. I wish I had a safety pin in my pocket so I could pin my mouth shut because I felt it coming up from my toes. So I jumped in. The man was arguing with the woman that he does not believe in the "super natural". He's not "buying it" he said. So I step in nicely, and say...."Only positive things come out of believing in God. Living through his word helps you and encourages you to live your life right." He said.."I don't need God for that, that's what my mother is for." So then I said "Well, in all of these come not one other theory has come to light? Not a single one? Whether different religions have different beliefs, they all (I think) do agree on the fact that God created the earth." So he threw out that it seemed ridiculous that God took a rib out of Adam and created I came back with the fact that there are 4 books in the bible written at different times by 4 men that account for Jesus' birth, ministry and death and they all tell an extremely similar story. Not only did he say he could write a book today about war and love and power and in 1000 years the people of that day could decide it would "supersede" the book of God if they chose to, he also said that he DOES believe that there was a man named Jesus one day that walked the earth, and him and his friends...his drinking buddies got together and wrote a bunch of stories. It took all I had in me not to whip him across the face with the shopping bag that I had in my hand. I should have not been a butt-in-sky, and minded my own business, and walked away from ignorance...taken the high road....which I still feel I did, because had I debated with someone on this issue or another issue that we butted heads on let's say 6 months back, I would probably have had a rent-a-cop escort out of the mall.

Sunday, February 24, 2008


These have got the be the UGGSLIEST things I have ever seen. Where is the femininity in these boots? I have searched high and low, and I can not find one appealing thing about these uggsly boots. My daughter wants a pair, and I told her if she wants them she has to buy them with her own money. Reason number one: The day I spend $90.+ dollars on a pair of shoes for a 9 year old, please commit me to the nearest insane asylum. Reason number two: I would never spend $90 BUCKS (I say bucks for my sister, because she says I'm so New York when I say "bucks" and "grand" instead of thousand) on something so offensive. These boots literally hurt my feelings. Quite frankly I am tired of looking at them, and hope the fad fades as quickly as possible. I know, I know, lots and lots of people LOVE these boots, and they are very much in style, but not in my Guido world. I feel the sweat and stinky feet syndrome just looking at these things. I'm not sure how all men feel about them, but I know Robert finds nothing attractive about them either. I can't imagine a man looking at a woman in UGGS and saying..."WOW...look how sexy she looks in those....and look how pretty her little feet look in those.....UGGS. Their name suits them well. Even better, you can't even get them for kids! Not Amber's size anyway! I have been looking for a pair on sale, or even just a pair, and NOTHING. Every place is sold out of them! Can you imagine? Maybe it's me. Maybe these things are hot. Maybe it's cool to wear UGGS with skirts....or better yet a state where winter doesn't even qualify as winter. Maybe I'm the one that needs to get the fashion Po-Po called on them. So be it. I'm going to go online now to find a new pair of black stiletto's.......

Thursday, February 21, 2008

A Tribute to a Musician That Made His Mark

Kurt Cobain

Kurt Donald Cobain was an American musician, best known for his roles as lead singer, guitarist, and song writer for the Seattle-based rock band Nirvana. Cobain formed Nirvana in 1987 with Krist Novoselic. Within two years, the band became a fixture of the Seattle Grunge scene. In 1991, the arrival of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" marked the beginning of a dramatic shift of popular rock music away from the dominant genres of the 80s (glam metal, arena rock, and dance-pop) and toward grunge and alternative rock. The music media eventually awarded the song "anthem-of-a-generation" status, and, with it, Cobain was labeled a "spokesman" for Generation X.


For his 14th birthday, Cobain's uncle gave him the option of a guitar or a bicycle as a gift; Cobain chose the guitar. He started learning a few covers, including AC/DC's "Back in Black" and The Cars "My Best Friends Girl", and soon began working on his own songs.
In high school, Cobain rarely found anyone to jam with. While hanging out at the Melvins practice space, he met Krist Novoselic, a fellow devotee of punk rock. Novolselic's mother owned a hair salon, and they would occasionally practice in the upstairs room. A few years later, Cobain tried to convince him to form a band with him by lending him a copy of a home demo recorded by Cobain's earlier band, Fecal Matter. After months of asking, Novoselic finally agreed to join Cobain, forming the beginnings of Nirvana. Cobain and Novoselic went through a rotating list of drummers before settling on Chad Channing, with whom Nirvana recorded the album Bleach, released in 1989. Cobain, becoming dissatisfied with Channing, sought out a replacement, and along came Dave Grohl. With Grohl, the band found their greatest success via their major-label debut, Nevermind.


During the last years of his life, Cobain struggled with drug addiction, and the media pressures surrounding him and his wife, Courtney Love. On April 8th, Cobain was found dead in his home in Seattle, the victim of what was officially ruled a self-inflicted shotgun wound to the head. In ensuing years, the circumstances of his death became a topic of fascination and debate.

Kurt Cobain would have been 41 on February 20th, 2008.

Random Act of Kindness....

I checked my mail yesterday morning, and stuffed in between the bills was a bright blue envelope. As I revert back to age 7 as I often do, I threw the bills to the side to open up this great card I got and couldn't for the life of me figure out who it was from, or why. I ripped it open, to find that it wasn't for me. So I looked at the envelope, and saw that it was for a girl that must have lived at my address prior to me. It was a birthday card, and enclosed was a check for $100.00. It was also a hand made card made by obviously a very crafty lady. But the message in the card is what gripped me. It read as follows:

Dear Katie,

Happy Birthday! We miss you. I want to share and participate more in your life. We have to make the effort. Meet you in Raleigh? We Love You! Hope you have a wonderful Birthday!

Jeff and Melinda

I don't know who any of these people are, but I couldn't just throw this stuff in the garbage and go about my day. On the check, it had their phone number, but no area code. So I went online, and found it. I called Jeff and Melinda, and left them a message. I told them I opened the card in error, and that Katie no longer lives at this address. I said I was going to tear up the check, but more importantly, I wanted to let them know that Katie wouldn't be receiving the note, and it seemed very personal and I didn't want them to think that their gesture went un-noticed or was rejected. I didn't leave a name or number, I had called from the office phone. Obviously the whole world has caller ID. A few hours later, Jeff called back. I reiterated what I said in the message, again saying that I didn't want them to think Katie got this card, and rejected their efforts. He said: "Thank you very much for tearing up the check, but more importantly I called back to thank you SO MUCH for your Random Act of Kindness, it means alot to us, and we would have wondered forever about it. Thank you again."

Here and there, 2 minutes of your time can mean the world to someone, even a complete stranger.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Now THAT'S What's Up!

Now that's style for ya! Lookin' SHARP!! He loves to put his hands in his pockets. Then he loves to go show Amber how cute he is. Prior to all of that though, he tells me.."Mommy do my hair!" That's my little Italian Gangsta right there....

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

To Metro, or Not to Metro?

What do you think? I went shopping yesterday for an Easter outfit for my son, and I noticed in both The Gap and The Children's Place that the clothing this season for little boys is very metro. A little dweeby too if you ask me. Don't think I'm feeling the look. Back in the day, if you wore outfits like these, you would get beat up. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with a touch of metro, and I have seen many men that look good in pink, or mint green, even salmon. But these are "pushing the envelope." I'm not a big fan of the busy plaid, although I know it's the "In thing" for both kids, teens, and adults. The short shorts for little girls have GOT TO GO. I'm all about knee know...clam diggers. I did wind up getting Alex tan linen pants, a royal blue linen button down, and a multi colored tie. But I would never do my son so wrong as to put those shoes on his feet. Those shoes belong on cheerleaders. At least in my time that's what they wore. I believe Sandy Olson owned those shoes as well...or was it the white keds with the blue "keds" thingy on the back of the heel? Anyway, his dress shoes or brown "old school" Puma's will do just fine. I guess it's a matter of what type of style you like. I love when my son looks like a little grown man. Faux Hawk and all. Or a skull cap-another one of my favorites. Maybe if they stopped trying so hard, and just put the button downs with some "Bon Jovi Jeans" (I call any jeans with tears and holes Bon Jovi Jeans) and a tie would do just fine. And to me, if the shirt isn't solid, a multi colored tie is just too much. Besides...aren't they just going to wipe boogies on the sleeves and roll in the dirt anyway?

Monday, February 18, 2008

The Set Up...Gone Bad...

Okay, so the other day I was being immature-imagine that...and I put a black hair band around the sprayer on the kitchen sink. I was hysterical with myself. I couldn't wait for somebody to turn the faucet on, and get soaked. I even made sure it was postioned perfectly so that the next person to turn the sink on would have to change their shirt, and I was prepared to get cramps from insane laughter. Well, the action in the kitchen was next to none, so I went about my business. I was cleaning up, and doing my thing.....and guess who came around the corner and turned on the faucet???? ME. Not once, but TWICE. What a DORK. It's kind of like when the electricity is out, and you turn the switches on, or the T.V., like 5 times, or say..."The stove doesn't work, so I'll throw it in the microwave."...I'm the only one that does that, aren't I. I'm going to shut up and stop making fun of myself on my own blog.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Random Thoughts...

1/2 Time-Tom Petty? Really? I mean, he held his own for his time and genre, and he will probably make the R&R Hall of fame if he hasn't already, but for the half time show? If you want to go that route, throw Fleetwood Mac up there. Stevie Nicks has a distinctive, amazing voice, and she's entertaining besides. Definitley dropped the ball on that one.

Out of 12 children, I was the only Mommy that was able to make it to my sons Valentine's Party. That made me sad. But thank God I did. He told his teachers all day that they were having a party and I was coming!!! They very politely told me..."He was so excited, he talked about it ALL THROUGH NAP TIME."

My daughter who is in fourth grade has a crush on a little boy...that has a crush on her BFF. He wrote the BFF a letter for Valentines Day, and her friend asked Amber to read it to her, and she did. I was there, I saw the whole thing. I know my baby probably feels jilted, but this will not be the last time that she doesn't "get picked". Whether it be with boys, or with sports, or with a job....these are little stepping stones, but my heart still felt for her when she read that letter for her friend. P.S.-she will not kiss me anymore in front of her friends.

If I eat one more piece of chocolate I am going to puke.

My daughter asked me if I was comfortable with my weight. I said "Yes". She said "Is your weight good for a person your age?" I said.."Yes, it is. I am a healthy weight. I'm a good size." Point being, it scares me these days what children perceive as thin, as she proceeded to tell me that I'm thin, except for my......PRICELESS.

I am going out for my Valentine's tonight for dinner and a movie. I go to the movies like once a year, so this is very exciting for me.

I love the Valentine's cards that play music.

2 words on the brain tonight-Surf & Turf.

OKay, I'm done.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Hair Band Power Ballads

I am doing Music Friday today instead of tomorrow in honor of Valentines Day. Some of these Ballads are love songs, and some speak of heartbreak, but either way, it goes to show that even Hair Bands have a soft side. Even if it is just to assure radio time. HeHeHe.....I have to give props to my sister Re-Re. She came up with this idea, as her husband is a hair band junkie. We all have a little hair band in us-don't we?

Love of a Lifetime-Firehouse

Something to Believe in-Poison

Don't know what you got, till it's Gone-Cinderella

Home Sweet Home-Motley Crue

I Remember You-Skid Row

Close My Eyes Forever-Lita Ford and Ozzy

Is This Love-WhiteSnake

November Rain-Guns N Roses

Love Bites-Def Leppard

Miles Away-Winger

I'll be There for You-Bon Jovi

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Monday, February 11, 2008

Bring Your Son to Work Day....Or Not!

I find myself admiting things on this blog that I would never care to share otherwise. Oh well. Altleast my being "aloof" gives my readers a good laugh. Not my best quality, but one of my qualities just the same. Usually when I am in the car with my son, the scenerio is always the same. I am trying to enjoy some good music, and my son is calling me like a mad man. I have to constantly lower the radio, and converse with him. Which is fine, I do love talking to him, but sometimes I swear he just likes to hear his own voice. "Mom look! See that Mom! See the truck Mom?" So I answer him, and I do the Mommy thing and I point out the color of the truck, and the wheels, and yada yada yada...and then I try to catch up with my song that I am missing. Before I get the volume to my liking, he's calling me again, and we go through the whole process once again. Over, and over, and over again. Well, this morning, for the first time...I think ever...Alex didn't make a peep. Not one. I drove Amber to school, did the carpool line thing, and went on my merry way. Next stop is Alex's school, and then my final destination is the office. Well, being that Alex was so quiet, and I was singing and dancing like it was nobody's business....I FORGOT ABOUT HIM. He's a bit vertically challenged, so I can't see his head in the rear view mirror. My mind was on going to Fedex to send out a package, and Walmart for some office supplies, and when I pulled up at the office and was getting out of my truck, I caught his little red Ferrari hat in the corner of my eye. And there he was. Quiet as a church mouse. Just staring at me as if to say..."Mom, why are you taking me here? Shouldn't I be going to school?" So, back in the truck I got, and headed back to Chesterbrook Academy. Which by the way is about 2.5 minutes from my house. I'm telling you, I am losing my marbles. Whatever I have left of them.

The Best Sunday Ever!

Yesterday was an amazing day for me. Sunday morning service was great, and then I was Baptized in the afternoon. What an unbelievable experience. Not only being Baptized, but watching everyone else get Baptized as well. The energy in the room was off the chizzzain! It was a very touching ceremony. Yesterday also marked the 2 year anniversary for Elevation Church as well. So the vibe was indescribeable. I can't imagine how it feels for the core team to see how God has nurtured this Church, and how He has exceeded all expectations beyond belief. 165+ people were Baptized yesterday. I was the first to go in group 5. When we signed in, they asked me if I had a preference as to whom I wanted to perform my Baptism. I'm thinking that anyone that is on staff at Elevation and anyone who is as dedicated to the Lord as these guys would do just fine, so I said "No, not really." Larry Hubatka was the one who Baptized me. So he was the one that had a 50/50 chance of getting slapped around when he put the cloth over my face. I can't explain the anxiety I felt about that. I did not know how I was going to involuntarily respond to that. THANK GOD I stayed calm, cool, and collected. Larry also Baptized his 5 year old daughter yesterday. Again-I can't imagine how that felt either. This was a room full of emotion, thanks, and praise. We ate lunch together following the ceremony. I went home, showered up, and headed back for the Elevation Concert that was held last night. I had no idea that our pastor could sing. Both he and is wife Holly have some set of pipes! By the end of the evening, I was wiped out. I thought of the production team, and how their day probably ran from pre-sun up to midnight breaking down equipment. My children watched me get Baptized. My son wanted to go "swimming". He was quite the character in the audience. One girl stopped me and said he was amusing the crowd the entire time. That's my boy. I hope I am setting a good example for them, and they take their spiritual journey to higher levels as it feels right for them. I had a shirt made for myself for after the ceremony that was a Big hit. Larry Brey had me pose for photographers and video. I have to say, I have such discomfort taking pictures by myself. I don't know why, but I feel so awkward taking pictures solo. But I did it, and I did it with pride. I am very proud of myself, and all that were Baptized yesterday. February 10th 2008 marks a very special day in my life.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Glory In the Highest

In honor of my Baptism on Sunday at Elevation Church, I am posting the lyrics to a beautiful song By Chris Tomlin Called "Glory In the Highest".

You are the first
You go before
You are the last
Lord, You're the encore
Your name's in lights, for all to see
The starry host, declare your glory

Glory in the Highest
Glory in the Highest
Glory in the Highest

Apart from You, there is no God
Light of the world
The Bright and Morning Star
Your name will shine, for all to see
Your are the one
You are my glory

And no one else, could ever compare
To You, Lord
All the earth together declares...
Glory in the You, Lord

All the earth will sing Your praise
The moon and stars, the sun and rain
Every nation will proclaim
That You are God and You will reign

Glory, glory halleujah
Glory, glory to You, Lord
Glory, glory hallelujah

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Fever + Hot Shower = FAINTING!

I fainted for the first time in my life yesterday, and it was quite frightening. I started feeling yucky on Superbowl Sunday, and it just progressed from there. Today is the first day that my body doesn't ache too much to sit up, and type. Yesterday, I headed to the shower, figuring it would make me feel better. Didn't even think to check my temperature, as I haven't ran a fever since I was small enough to be on the couch with my father rubbing me down with Vicks Vapor Rub, watching the Jetsons. Well, one thing that only a few people know about me is that I take almost a scolding shower. If anyone turns the water on after me, and gets in, I hear a skreetch of shock/pain. I don't know anyone that can stand the water as hot as I set it. So I'm in my boiling shower, and start to feel naseous. Then I start to feel like I can't get a good breath, so I stick my head out of the shower, and try to get some air. That wasn't cutting it. So, my main objective was to finish my shower(obviously I wasn't thinking clearly), get out, get my robe or a towel on, and then call to my boyfriend and tell him I felt faint. That was the plan, here is how it went down.....I remember washing my face...I remember hearing my son calling my name outside the door which was cracked open, because I can NOT take a shower with the door closed. I need AIR. I was on "the way out" as I was turning the shower off. I stepped out of the shower, tried to grab the towel? I guess? and as Robert picked my son up as the door was swinging open, I hit the a ton of bricks. In front of Robert, and my son. Smashed my head on the hardwood floor. My daughter came moments after. I was out cold, with my eyes wide open. I scared all three of them to death. "You okay Mommy? You okay?" I came to, and Robert was calling my name and he was right over me. I felt like I was in a movie. I heard Amber say..."Is she alive?" I never did finish my shower, because when Robert was holding my head he said that my hair was full of conditioner. I've been in bed ever since. We finally broke the fever today. Robert has been nursing me since Monday. He's too good to me. The lighthearted highlights to the story.....through all of this, when I stuck my head out for some air pre-fainting, my boyfriends dog had my underwear around his neck like Mardis Gras beads, when you ask my son what happened to Mommy, he slaps the floor, and says "Mommy fall down", and my boyfriend took great pleasure in setting the shower to luke warm so I could rinse my hair out, which to me is more like that Huey Lewis video where he sticks his head in the kitchen sink that is full of water and ice cubes. "I want a new drug"...yeah...that's it. He loved that. He tried to get me to take a cold shower yesterday, and I told him he would have to box me to the ground before I took a cold shower. So that's where I've been for the past few days, incase you've been missing me.

Friday, February 1, 2008

"Musical Memories"

Picture this...your driving in the car, and a song comes on, and your 10th grade best friend pops in your head. Or you hear another song, and it reminds you so much of the summer of 1995 that you can almost feel the heat of the sun beaming down on you. Whether it be a season, a time of your life, or a person that was once, or is still in your life, songs bring you back to people and places that you may not think about everyday. Here are some of mine.......there are people on this list that I could name a dozen or better, but the post will be too long, so I am going to pick a few highlights.

Marie R Marsicano-Mo'Money, Mo' problems, This is how we do it, I won't do that, Let's get Married
Joseph C Marsicano-December '63, Gonna Make You Sweat, Tom Sawyer, Still of the Night(WhiteSnake)
Alex J Delemo Jr.-Your My Best friend, Levon, Walking In Memphis, Champagne Supernova, All The Things That I've Done, Wonderwall, Stay, One More Time, Proudest Monkey
Amber M Delemo-Bubbly, Love like this, Big Girls Don't Cry, What's the Story Morning Glory
Tina Peek Adams-Mambo #5
Daryl Johnson-Slow Wind
Kimberely C Rebello-Williams-YEAH!(Bend over to the front, and touch your toes!), Solid Rock, Step in the name of Love
Michael C Frazier-Sweet Escape, Sunday Morning, Booootiful Girl
William W Seeger-Sweet Home Alabama (Turn it up!), Peace Frog
Siobhainin M Seeger-We be Burnin', Temperature(Seana Paul! lol), Peace Frog
Dawne Marie Seeger-Shine(Collective Soul), Right back to where we started from, Photograph(NickleBack)
Jo-Jo Mellor-Love Her Madly, You Make Me Feel Like Dancing, Peace Frog, Sister Golden Hair, Just the Way You Are, Black Sheep
Kristie Fracc-Man in The Box, Would?, Porch, Maria, Say Hello To Heaven, Scenerio
Tricia O-Life Is A Highway, Come On and Get My Love(It's for Fay), Foolish Beat
Kim Toia-Love Bites, Free Fallin', Love her Madly, Let Me Clear my Throat
Kristen Garraffa-Paradise by The Dashboard Light, That's What Friends are For, Sweet Caroline
Shelly Aulivola-Just a Friend, Pour Some Sugar On Me, Now That We Found Love