Thursday, December 31, 2009

"...I wish everyone was loved tonight..."

So Happy New Year everyone!

You know, I've never been a big New Year's Eve party person. I'm one of those rare few who goes into an introspective and emo mood on NYE instead of a woohoo party mood. This usually means I end the night in weepy, self-indulgent tears. Not tears of sadness, just tears from being over-wrought.

Jason and I are heading down to my parents' house tonight after I get off work for a quiet dinner at with them and Sara at The Grand Valley Inn, a sweet little family owned restaurant a few minutes from my parents' house. It's nothing fancy or pretentious. But what it lacks in granduer it makes up in delicious food and lovely wine selections. And it's kinda nice that on a night like tonight when dance clubs and chain resteraunts are packed to the gills, we can go to a place that's completely under the radar.

If you're a woohoo person - be careful tonight.

If you're a weepy emo - come, let's have a group hug.

Best wishes for a gentle, peaceful 2010 that's full of grace and love.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

"...you pull me closer to love..."

Last year I got flatware from Jason for Christmas. He's so practical. And it was our first time exchanging gifts. And to be honest, the gifts I gave him weren't so hot either. So.

....

...this year...

....I got Jason a few goofy gifts and a glass-blowing workshop at the
Pittsburgh Glass Center since he's fearless about learning new things and loves making things.

...he got me a box of plastic forks. To be a smart ass, you see.

And he also got me this ASS-KICKING Trek Woman Specific bike! It accommodates the HIPS and the BUTT and the narrower shoulders! It's lovely! And it's BLUE! And now I can pedal with him on the countless trails around Pittsburgh!


It was wrapped and everything under his cute little tree. I wish I had taken a picture of it wrapped with that big red bow.



w00t!

Christmas was fleeting as always but it was lovely and peaceful and filled me up with so much love because I got to spend three whole days with my family and Jason. That was the best gift of all.

(Oh please who am I kidding? The fancy bike was the best part. ;-D )

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

"... I cannot live, I can't breathe unless you do this with me..."

My parents met on a blind date set up by my dad's uncle who at the time happened to work with my mom.

Twenty-eight years later, they're still together and still hold hands and look at each other with goo-goo eyes.

Here's the thing fun part: They got married two weeks after their blind date. They went to Atlantic City and were married by a Justice of the Peace. They'd both been married before, both been cheated on and run-out on. And when they met each other, they just knew.

My mom's mom (Nana) was not convinced Mama PT knew what she was doing. Nana didn't understand what her preppy, Presbyterian, Evan-Piccone-suite-wearing-school-librarian-daughter saw in Papa PT - a rough and tough electrician who wore belt buckles and cowboy boots and sported permed hair (Hey, it was the late 80's ok?) and *gasp* was a Croat and Catholic!

So when Ma PT went to Nana to tell her that they were doing to Atlantic City on May 18th, 1981 to get married, Nana's response was "Oh no you're not."

They got married anyway. And eventually, Nana accepted Pa PT. Not when Sara was born a year later. Not when I was born a year after that. It wasn't until a decade later when Nana was sick and Papa PT drove her to dialysis three times a week that Nana finally loved my dad - and actually told him as much.

... This is all to say that it hasn't always been easy for Ma PT to accept Jason. In fact, for the majority of the first year we were together, my mom actively disliked him in much the same way Nana actively disliked my dad - without provocation or reason. She has gotten warmer with Jason and Jason knows he needs to work for it a bit too.

Last night, Ma PT and I were talking and randomly - in the middle of talking about Christmas cookies and the Christmas Day dinner menu - my mom said to me, "I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been more accepting of Jason. I'm not going to be to you how my mother was with me."

So we had a little cry about that and then we went back to talking about sugar cookies. Like you do.