When in Doubt, Fill Bags with Ice

Que 5 o’clock news theme music….

It begins slowly and then picks up steam every half day or so.  “Welcome to the special edition of……”  I am sure you are familiar with this newscast.

And next week’s storm is following the classic storm/media coverage pattern.  After several days of “maybes and could-ifs”, the storm has already been labeled “Frankenstorm” and its final path has yet to even be predicted!

Really…. who is the lucky person that is given permission to name these storms?  Do they use this newscast theme music as inspiration!?!

On a serious note, I share with you an important tip I learned from our last storm. Begin filling zip lock freezer bags with ice from your own ice machine.  Make two or three a day and place them in your freezer.  Should the power fail, the bags will help keep your foods cold.  Should they eventually melt, they will serve as fresh clean water.

Most importantly, be smart and heed all warnings that are posted….even from the news casts with cheese-mo theme music!

 

 

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My Thank You to Steve Jobs

As I was rushing around this morning, the usual baboon morning radio crew were actually reporting on the impact Steve Jobs has had on our world.  Floored by their genuine respect and admiration of this pioneer, I lingered to hear what was being said. 

They quoted a section of a commencement speech Steve Jobs delivered at Standford.  I stopped what I was doing and listened.

I am not technically savvy.  I own a MAC because I liked how it looked.  I own an ipod because I like music, but hate the clutter of cds and their cases.  I own an ipad because it was a gift to my husband.  I don’t own an iphone because my husband is not ready to purchase his new toy so as to pass down his copy to me.

Steve Jobs genius is used in my home daily by my enitre family.  There is nothing more brilliant than seeing your five-year old jump from screen to screen with his tiny index finger to play a game on Daddy’s ipad as I struggle to navigate the six remotes to turn on one tv. 

We are in a better world becasue of one man’s vision and insight.  I thank you, Steve Jobs.

Below is the excerpt from the speech given by Steve Jobs at Stanford.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

Where are the Flashlights?

A storm is brewing outside.  Torrential rain, gusty winds and booming thunder.  The lights are flickering and the television reception scattered.   My instincts tell me that I need to locate our flashlights and have them at the ready should we need them.  However, my instincts did not get the memo that with two children in the house, the chance we have working flashlights is close to zilch. In fact, I know that every flashlight we own is currently switched to the “ON” position and sitting dead at the bottom of the children’s toy baskets.  All the money we spend on fancy toys and yet it’s the $5 Home Depot flashlight that is played with the most. Another crack of thunder vibrates through the house.   Remind me to never buy another toy again.

 

On a Roll – and I Don’t Mean Sandwich

Completing week four and heading into week five AND…….this picture does not lie.  A total of eleven pounds lost since that very fateful day in July!  Skirts that I had no business squeezing into now fit and my chest no longer seems as if it is feeding a set of hungry infant twins.

I am also proud to report that Mama Italiano has dramatically scaled back her menu selections and Papa Italiano has also been very kind to keep my fridge stocked with fruits and veggies.  All in all, this has become a family project.  Even the children are in on the action. On weekends when working out, they serve as extra weight as we do our push ups and lunges. 

Yes, there are times where I am hungry and yes, there are times I will eat less so as to appreciate a glass or two of my new favorite cocktail (Dark & Stormy) but I am coming to learn that just like everything else in my life, balance and moderation is key.  In the end, my appetite is that of an Italian.  I still love-love to eat.  I just need to learn to love-love to exercise. 

I am on a roll.  Eleven pounds down and nineteen to go!

Summer Drive

My office is approximately 20 miles from my home.  You would think that driving 60 miles per hour on a two lane highway with the ocassional light, will allow me to arrive within a half hour or so.  But this is not so.  I live in NJ, where everything is 45 minutes away but takes 2 hours to arrive.

However in late June, my morning commute takes on a new life.  The traffic is lighter and the tempo is less charged.  I have time to stop for a cup of coffee and maybe a bagel and still get to work early!  It’s the time of year that my commute becomes my half hour of serenity.   With the windows rolled down and the music tuned to my Ipod and the warm cup of coffee sitting so pretty in my cup holder, dare I say….I feel recharged and giddy!  (Completely Unrelated Side Note: This morning my Ipod was tuned to We Are Augustines and replaying Chapel Song.  Love it!  Take a listen…you won’t be disappointed.)

So this lighter traffic, less charged tempo on the roadways made me wonder, is everyone else feeling as happy as I am?  Can I assume that less drivers cutting off other drivers, allowing for an orderly alternating merge is the result of the warm summer morning?  Is the lack of constant beeping, lude salutations and heeding the yellow light warning -not racing it- a product of the season?

If so, then Summer 2011…bring it on.  Hope you are happy behind the wheel this season!