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Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda


Written by who knows but this is great!

“Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they
haven’t thought about it, don’t have it on their schedule, didn’t know it
was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all those people on the Titanic who
passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back.
From then on, I’ve tried to be a little more flexible.

How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn’t
suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does
the word ‘refrigeration’ mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you
watched ‘Jeopardy’ on television?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said , ‘How about going
to lunch in a half hour?’ She would gas up and stammer, ‘I can’t. I have
clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I
had a late breakfast, It looks like rain’ And my personal favorite: ‘It’s
Monday.’ She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our
headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves
when all the conditions are perfect!

We’ll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve
toilet-trained. We’ll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet.
We’ll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and
the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken,
and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of ‘I’m going to,’ ‘I
plan on,’ and ‘Someday’ when things are settled down a bit.’

When anyone calls my ‘seize the moment’ friend, she is open to adventure
and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her
enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes,
and you’re ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and
skip an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It’s
just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula
and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and
bought a triple-dip. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I
would have died happy.

Now…go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to…not something
on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one
phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And
why are you waiting?

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the
rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight or
gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on
the fly? When you ask ‘How are you?’ Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores
running through your head? Ever told your child, ‘We’ll do it tomorrow.’
And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good
friendship die? Just call to say ‘Hi’?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened
gift….Thrown away…. Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the
music before the song is over.”

To those who are reading this, I cherish our connection and appreciate
all you do.

‘Life may not be the party we hoped for… but while we are here we might
as well dance!’

An Open Letter to..


Me and Dane Cook, November 6, 2010

My apologies once again to those that are expecting a bunch of mom stuff when you come to this blog. My intention was to keep my two blogs separate but my quest for the “blogging once a day” project has me posting in both places. I promise when November is over, mom stuff will remain here. But who knows.. I can’t promise anything right now πŸ™‚

I considered posting my letter/email that I wrote to Dane Cook early this morning, but within the next moment I decided not to. It’s a personal letter and one that he only should read. I will post my thoughts on why I wrote the letter below.. enjoy πŸ™‚

I find it amazing how shows and people (artists, comedians) affect me. I’ve seen Dane six times over the years and met him three. Each performance I take away something different. This past weekend the show we enjoyed at Mohegan Sun in CT was one of the best I’d seen. As I wrote to him, I still can’t put my finger on why it was that way, but whatever it was, he killed, the crowd loved it and I was back in love with his comedy again.

It didn’t hurt that I got to chat with him afterward and give him my personal congrats. He’s a great guy, that Dane Cook. He gets a lot of flack about his comedy. I am never sure why. Many people literally hate it–and him. I think a lot of people think he sold out or just uses his looks to rake in fans and fill seats, but in all honesty, if he wasn’t good, no one would show up. I know many good looking and charismatic musicians.. you don’t see all of them filling arenas every night due to their good looks.

His comedy is different, I guess you could say. He’s a storyteller. I happen to like that. I love a lot of different types of comedy from the snip-its of Mitch Hedburg or Steven Wright, to the storytelling of Bill Cosby and Dane Cook. Either way, I give him a lot of props.

The guy works hard. You can’t take that away from him–and he’s humble. I think that’s why I love him so much. Not only for his comedy and how he tells it, but for who he is as a person. There’s not many people in this world who I consider inspiring–he is one of them. As I was reflecting last night on the handful of people that do inspire me, all of them are quite different. Different ways of being, different careers, but all have many of the same qualities. They are authentic, risk takers and never give up. Most are humble in their ways, passionate about what they do, and in turn, tend to inspire so many other people by who they are. These are people you just want to be around all the time. I’m actually having “withdrawals” two days after the fact as I’m just “hungry” for that energy. That feeling of being totally accepted by a person, loved, listened to.. being in the presence of someone who is present. It’s so awesome.

Being with him and some of the other folks the other night reminded me that I want to be that type of person. I’m always fairly hard on myself so who knows? I may be that for some now, but I feel I have a ways to go. I’m definitely feeling the urge to start something new, to find my calling and to re-find the things that truly light me up. Many of those things have been gone, missing, for some time and it’s time to get them back.

I will say publicly that I still have a dream to work with Dane on a professional basis. There was a point a few years ago where I was actively pursuing this. I was working with some folks regarding my resume and writing a letter to him to introduce myself not as a fan, but as a person he’d be interested in working with. Nothing ever happened with all that (as in a job), but after I spoke with him Saturday night, all that came flooding back. One small issue is that he’s in LA and I’m in Boston with a family, but odder things have happened.

2010 has been some year. I was thinking about that in the car just a few minutes ago and realized, although it had its bumps and sharp turns, my husband, daughter and I really had an amazing 2010. I wouldn’t have guessed that I’d start the year dancing in negative temps on a rooftop in Minneapolis. I also wouldn’t have guessed that my husband and I would spend a three day weekend without our daughter at a music festival in Austin, and I definitely wouldn’t have guessed I’d be seeing Dane and Al backstage last Saturday, all with huge hugs and fun conversations. I WANT more of that type of stuff. Surprises that come out of no where and hug you.. not the one’s that knock you down, but a quick surprise and hug is nice.

I still have a month and a half to create what I want, not only for 2011, but for the rest of this year! I can dream all I want, but action is what will make it happen.. onward and upward, as they say.. here we go.

If I Had A Million Dollars…


I received my TwitterMoms newsletter today that included a commenting contest. Seeing that I’ve thought about this question a lot, I thought I would answer it AND post it here πŸ™‚ It was fun to think about and who knows? I may win a $100 gift card to Amazon.com!

Q: What would you do if you suddenly woke up and had $1 Million?

First, I’d stop myself from fainting. Second, I would check my bank account to make sure the money was actually mine πŸ™‚ After all that, I’d celebrate and do the following!

*Plan an amazing evening and surprise my husband with a limo picking him up from work and bringing us to a great meal (with our new nanny watching our daughter of course πŸ™‚

*Pay off our mortgage so we could live where we really want to live. Dream big, but live humbly.

*Plan a family and friend reunion and pay for all to attend. Preferably somewhere warm.

*Get myself into law school.

*Meet all the celebrities I’ve ever wanted to meet and let them know how much they have influenced and inspired my life.

*Open a music school for kids that includes lessons, day care, music therapy.

*Give a large chunk to Save the Music Foundation and other notable charities.

*Literally travel the world (and finally get to participate in the African Safari I’ve wanted to do for 15 years!).

*Most of all, enjoy life the way I dream life to be.. relax, love and laugh.. a lot πŸ™‚