And here it is…to no one in particular…my Christmas list

A Snuggie (Yes a Snuggie. All of my friends know that its at least 7,000 degrees in my house at all times. However for some reason lately, not so much. )
Fuzzy sock- slippers(yes, I hate being cold)
Nat King Cole Christmas CD( The one that my mom used to play in the house when I was little, ask my mom for details)
White Christmas on DVD (One of my favorite holiday movies of all time, and I know all of the words to all of the songs…don’t judge me)
Sound of Music on DVD (Once again, I know all the songs..see White Christmas)
A digital camera 10 pixels or more please. Preferably in a positively girly color
A Blackberry( I know I lost mine about a million times, but I miss it! )
Some sort of Wine of the Month club membership
5 books that I will not want to put down that I can read on the train on my commute
A deep fryer
A waffle maker
A new set of non-stick cookware
Some sort of Chocolate Cookie of the Month club membership
The first season of Glee on dvd
Gift cards to Macy’s, DSW, and Sephora
Dinner for 2 at Max Brenner’s in Union Square


What I will settle for…100 bux and a Snuggie


Happy Holiday’s Everyone!

Ahh the Holidaze

So sorry, its been a while. Ahh the holidaze. Being married means never having to mean I’m sorry, but sometimes having to say it. It means sometimes you have to cook dinner even when you don’t feel like it. It also means visiting the in-laws for the holidays.

In our case, my parents are 10 minutes away. His are 8 hours away. So of course I let him get first dibs on holidays. But deep inside I secretly wish we could stay in NY for all holidays. I mean I am a holidaynista! I love the holidays. My tree is already up and decorated. I’m almost done with my holiday shopping. This is just my thing!!

My Christmases have always been cinnamon scented and lightly dusted with Nat King Cole’s holiday songs in the background. It means the windows at Lord and Taylor and Hot Cocoa with mini marshmallows and Royal Dansk Danish butter cookies in the blue tin.

Our Thanksgiving is always dad carving the turkey, mom cooking for days, and everyone crying when we go around the table any saying what we are thankful for. To me, that is the only way to really do the holidays. Even Fourth of July, we ALWAYS barbecue. I’m thinking of giving up all 4th of Julys, and maybe 2 Mother’s Days in exchange for every Christmas in NY, in perpetuity.

I mean come on! Christmas in NY, vs Christmas in Baltimore. This really isn’t a fair fight. It’s New York after all. There is no place like it.

No Kiddes, No Stoppies!

Ok, I have a confession to make. This morning I was running a little late and I didn’t exactly stop when faced with my daily morning, yellow-orange, bane of my morning existence know as the School Bus. If for some reason if I leave the house at 7:40 instead of my usual 7:30 I am in a lose- lose situation. So this morning, I ran out of the house at 7:35, my 14 month old on my hip and started off down the street to the car. And bam, I realize the unthinkable has happened. My husband, my life partner, the man who promised to love and protect me forever, had moved the car without telling me.

As I sprinted to the car, in its new location in the total opposite direction, with my child squealing in delight at mommy’s marathon run to car. I check my phone and saw those numbers staring back at me.. 7:40. I strapped my sweetie in, and mentally prepared for the slow commute.

Part of me feels like School Bus drivers have some sort of sick joke they like to play on drivers. It’s almost like they all call each other to slow me down on purpose. All of a sudden without warning, the 10 minute trip to my parent’s place to drop off my son would soon be doubled to 20. But, as if a switch went off inside, I decided no kiddies, no stoppies!

So, when faced with the evil orange 8 wheeled monster on Riverdale Avenue, I looked for kids, saw none it sight and inched passed the retractable stop sign. Moms, judge me if you want but I pass at least 6 school buses in the morning! Anyway, as luck would have it that was the only school bus I passed this morning, and I was actually on time for work. So that being said, its not something I’ll do often, but if I’m pressed for time..No kiddies, no stoppies!

I'm sorry..it actually has a name?

So today is my first entry for this blog that I have been talking about for a while. Originally I am a Bronx girl, but I moved to Yonkers at 11, so I can say I grew up here. That being said, what is happening to Yonkers! Now granted, I live in "downtown" Yonkers. I use that term loosely because even though apartments range from $1500-$3500 in my less than one mile long neighborhood..I am a block from the YMCA. I am also less than a block from the homeless shelter. Thankfully, I was able to get a great deal on my great apartment when I moved in about 5 years ago. But now, its turning into a Chelsea. But Chelsea its not, as the ads say in Grand Central station. It's actually called SoYo. (smh)What was once a nice working class/middle class building is slowly going to small dogs and Maclaren strollers. My street, which originally only had 2 other apartment buildings has gone from no meters, to automated/debit card meters, to quarter meters for 20 minutes, to a quarter for 15 minutes of parking. I have probably spent at least$ 5,000 dollars in parking tickets, and been in at least 3 verbal altercations with the valet guys at the restaurant(that will remain nameless). I mean how dare you think you can hold spaces with orange cones on a public residential street! Progress is nice, this is something else entirely. So, I have decided to start this blog to vent, but also to cope with my love/hate relationship with my SoYo called life.