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Sometimes you want to go…
“Where everybody knows your name, and they’re always glad you came. You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are all the same. You wanna be where everybody knows your name.” – Lyrics from the TV show Cheers
Reilly and I have been to the ER so often lately they practically yell Norm when we walk in the door. This is our third time in a year: broken hand in May, tip of his toe chopped off in July (see a few posts below) and now a broken wrist in March. Here we are again…on a Friday night after I got a phone call from Reilly that his arm “kinda hurt.” That is teenage code for dust off the Kaiser card something is broke. In our case it is my wallet and Reilly’s wrist after he “dropped in” on his Razor scooter at the local skate park and his wrist didn’t drop up. Reilly’s wrist was broken, but I thought I might have to have the doctors check his hearing as well.
Me: “Sooo what happened to all the pads we got you for when you ride?”
Reilly: “Huh?”
Me: “The pads…protective gear…wrist guards?”
Reilly: “What?”
Me: “The pads…protective gear…wrist guards you promised you would wear when you scootered at the skate park.”
Reilly: “Oh yeah, those are at home in the closet.”
Me: “Why are they in the closet and not on your body?”
Reilly: “What…Why?”
Me: “Nothing. On the way home let’s stop and get pizza and a movie.”
Reilly: “AWESOME!”
Meggan: ” AH-HA you can hear me…you are just choosing not to listen.”
Reilly: “HUH?”
Becoming Mrs. Ettore
I have been reminded as of late that family takes on all shapes and sizes. In a global society we truly are one people full of seven degrees of separation, (often less) and many many Kevin Bacon moments.
All this has brought back in to focus for me the term family. Whether it be “traditional”, friends as close as family or the family we all create for ourselves and find on our journey in life there is no “correct” answer. I am reminded of my own blended family, whom I cherish, and it got me reminisicing about my wedding day. The following is my wedding short “film” from almost five years ago. The fillmaker I hired REFUSED to let his work be called a wedding video. I look back and watch and smile, I was becoming a new Wife and Stepmom determined to do the right thing and so very nervous. My husband’s name is Ettore Ravazzolo. People hear his first name and think it is his last, so I tease that I became Mrs. Ettore.
The day was Sactown HOT at 112 degrees and only Ettore can pull off a seafood bar in 110 degree heat. I really wanted to combine American culture with Ettore’s Swiss background, look for the HUGE wheel of Swiss Cheese that took three people to carry, the yodeler for the Swiss influence and then me rocking the mic later in the video to Tina Turner.
It was a great day despite Ettore and I being deathly ill and me having a stress attack and mis-placing the wedding rings one hour before the ceremony…”Oh my God, need to calm down…I need to seriously CHILL OUT…I lost the rings…I lost the rings.” An eternal nod of gratitude to my friend Kristy Osborne for not only telling me to chill out, but she also found my rings and did my hair. Thanks sista’.
We’ve all come a long way baby. Here’s is to family!
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