42, and upon mention of the foot xray, i had a flashback to being very little in this one shoe store and playing with it myself, a lot! that was the shop my mother always took my bros and me for our buster browns.

oh yes, i garden now i’m no longer in a basement condo, too.

i have to disagree with liz b/c going thru my divorce several years ago, and having no money, really, it’s a miracle i could feed them at all, i fed my 2 sons organically and more cheaply than with the pre-packaged go-tos most eat. you just have to have shopping savvy and creativity in the kitchen. and a vegetarian’s agenda. if you’re broke enough,you gain shop-savvy in spades. 1 yr, i only made 7k, the next only 10k, for those who doubt my sincerity. and lentils with rice, onion, veg boullion, celery and carrots extends the budget mightily…

my guess: taking the pics! loooooved the “marissa tomei homage” ! and by the look of it, so did she.

wedding 1:boston public garden & park plaza, 300 guests, etc etc and an open bar. much shenanigans. ended 2 kids and 10years later, though 4 more years with the divorce proceedings. wedding 2: a few select friends, my immediate (parents, 2 bros,1 s-i-l and our six collective kids )family and his extended all the old aunties, etc. my younger son, w/autism, concentrated very hard on his role as ring bearer, my elder son gave me away, then we moved from the waterside in west haven ct inside, everyone ate a good hearty italian meal, chatted over dinner music my husband set up himself from sinatra and jazz discs, soda wine beer, serve yourself and sparkling grape for the many kids present and whoever wanted it to toast, oh there was champagne. we came home with several bottles left over! a much more enjoyable time, low key, and the marriage is, too! so much more sane. and we just had a lovely little girl. 2 years and running fine on the 23rd. i think everyone should wait to get married at 40! and without a registry!

42, quit them long ago, lived around boston for most of those years, and winter was pants, with longjohns or leggings underneath when i commuted by bus and T and foot. there is nothing windier and colder than the cross street corners along park street and tremont or copley square in feb. however, i would make out wildly well, prior to my 1995 casting off ,if i got the refund carol wilson is talkin about!

solar power!!!!

1. that we all could agree to disagree and move along harmoniously, some discord is a beautiful, like wagner, or the ramones. variety is the spice of life. (no more wars!) 2. that children anywhere, for any reason from hunger to pediphilia, to other abuses, experience no harm at the hands of another. 3. that humankind would wise up and live naturally with the earth rather than against her. an 4th, more selfish wish would be for my 2nd son’s asperger’s syndrome to not affect him so negatively in social circumstances. for others to be more tolerant of differences of any kind, which kinda falls under my first wish.

and in my first marriage, i was the one with the power tools who handled all ikea type assembly projects. w/my bad back in my 2nd marriage, i like to let my traditional male counterpart feel like a man at least a little, and call him at his office to come rescue me ;) yes, some of them are knights riding to the rescue in a silver honda element, rather than a white steed!

see also my post in mcfadden’s fri the thirteenth blog…it’s freya’s day!

see also my post in mcfadden’s fri the thirteenth blog…it’s freya’s day!

good luck! i had my latest on april fool’s day 08!

hey,mugsy, that’s some of what i was alluding to ;) thanks for saying it outright. i didn’t want to get all woo-woo on people. happy freya’s day!

but not fearfully so. most people have a huge fear of fri the 13th, but i say it’s lucky. see my post in mcfadden’s fri 13th blog. i just watch for signs from the universe for opportunites and warnings, and respect them. also, re the ones that cause people fear: i do research to find out where the fear came from. i’m quite the autodidact re: world mythologies and cultural anthropology.

my father was a man of few words. he allowed us to make the mistakes my mother felt she had to protect us from. where she was skittish and fearful, my father would allow us the room to grow. he didn’t mind if we played in the woods up the street. he let go of the bike on 2 wheels when we didn’t notice and let us ride down the sidewalk til we did and then promtly fell over. then he told us to pick it up and get back on and ride it on back. when we doubtfully cried we couldn’t, he said, you just did. this happened over and over, not just on bikes. he taught me to drive a standard by parking at the bottom of a steep sloping hill, and getting out of the driver’s seat, then saying, “ok, put it in first, and ease out the clutch with your left while you ease on the gas with your right” he was patient and made me see it through til i drove up that hill. he taught me integrity and loyalty, not by his words, but by his actions. he was stubbornly independent, and made his 2 sons and me the same way, to our pleasure and chagrin! on the corporate later, he was moved from design into management, and promptly quit to open his own business, a tennis club, avid player that he was. i was 14 at the time. in the stock crash of 89 or was it 87?- brainfart - , when everyone else lost everything, he actually paid my college tuition in cash. that was a pricey little college, too. that lesson was buck all trends. but the best advice he gave came out of my having really been through a lot in my first year of college, i won’t go into it all, but it literally ended in flames, my dorm burned. at the end of that year, there was one night at dinner, i must have looked pretty pathetic, twirling my fork in my plate, when with no other conversation around it, all he said was “Cath, whatever you’re going through right now, you’ll be ok. this will pass.” he didn’t expect anything from me in that moment. he just let the words stand, the few he ever gave. that above all else has stayed with me and been of great comfort through many trials since then, which again, i won’t go into. they did pass. and i’m ok. every once in awhile, i’d say, dad, can we go for a drive? and he stopped what he was doing, and it was just the two of us, driving around, admiring big houses that were on the market, talking of dream homes. he always allowed us to dream big. i remember when my now 13yr old was 1 (and his namesake), and there he sat on papa’s lap looking at a book called, “the big book of things that go.” for the sports car, there was a porsche 911. he pointed at all the other vehicles, saying, truck, combine harvester, etc to his grandson. when he pointed to the porsche, he said “papa’s porsche.” he still doesn’t have that porsche, but both my sons pointed to that picture for years and said, “papa’s porsche” he’s still dreaming big. and so am i.